Legend of the Great Sage

"Oh! You crazy woman, don't let go!"

Brother Li let out a cry of pain, and Mrs. Li grabbed Brother Li's ears and forced him to turn around.

"My old lady will be unlucky in eight lifetimes. Marrying such a useless thing as you, I don't even dare to send a letter. What's the use of asking you? Your brother is a character, but he is a heartless, heartless, heartless bastard!"

Mrs. Li gritted her teeth, her face full of hatred, she hated Brother Li for being incompetent and Li Qingshan for being ruthless.

Over the years, the village chief's family has changed the most in the village. They were originally farmers who were not much better than them, but since Li Long went out, the money was sent back like running water, and he suddenly became rich. The house was pushed to the ground, and a huge courtyard was built. Every day, I eat delicious food and drink spicy food, so I don’t need to work in the fields.

Looking at my own home, although it occupies a few more acres of land, it has one less labor force, the cost of buying cattle, and one more person to support, which makes life much harder. She obviously heard that Li Qingshan was much richer than Li Long, but she couldn't even take a penny of the advantage, which really made her grit her teeth with hatred every day.

"It wasn't your mother-in-law's bad idea back then, to occupy his property and drive him out of the house? Now it's my fault! If you dare to talk nonsense, believe it or not, I will slap you!"

Brother Li was also angry. Over the years, he was often ridiculed by the villagers, saying that the family finally produced a good man, but he was kicked out of the house because of his blindness.

"Hit! Hit! You beat me to death!"

Mrs. Li's ball-like body, dancing four chubby hands and feet, she was splashing on the bed for a while, talking about these things, she regretted that her intestines were green, but it was hard to stop, so let's talk about it now. What's the use?

"Hmph, madwoman!"

"Even if you don't think about us, you still have to think about the 'stone', and you let him plant with you for a lifetime?"

Brother Li was also silent, and his thoughts gradually became lively: no matter how big the hatred, it has been so many years, after all, the brother who broke the bones and connected the tendons. Even if he blames my brother, he can't blame his nephew! As long as he breathes a sigh of relief, he will enjoy endless blessings!

at the same time. Under the Woniu Hill outside the village, several buildings were immersed in the night rain, with a faint light shining through. At first glance, it looks like a residential building, but there is a circle of outer walls on the outside. Painted red, it looks like a shrine.

Entering the door, there is an altar, several plates of melons and fruits, and a lonely lamp, which are already crumbling without the wind of autumn night. Will be swallowed by darkness at any time.

By the dim light,

A black wooden figure can be vaguely seen, with one hand at the waist and a knife in the other. Although the posture is very majestic, the workmanship is very rough, and it looks like the craftsmanship of a country carpenter. However, Yanyan is the same as Li Qingshan, more precisely, Li Qingshan in his youth. There are some similarities.

This is the thatched hut that Li Qingshan built himself with a wild boar, later he earned the title of "Tiger Slaughter". On this basis, the villagers built a special small temple for him, called the "Tiger Slaughter Temple", and a special temple priest was in charge of cleaning it. It is called "Liu Laizi".

Old man Liu's duty is to ensure that this oil lamp is not extinguished at night, but no one supervises it. On this desolate and rainy autumn night, he closed the temple gate early, ate some pork head meat, drank half a catty of turbid wine, and fell asleep hugging the quilt. When someone broke through the temple gate and came into the temple, he didn't even notice it.

The man was very muscular, with a full beard and a beard that could not tell his age. When he stepped into the temple, his body was not wet from the rain. He looked at the wooden statue with hatred, and said through gritted teeth: "Li Qingshan!"

He suddenly took a step forward, and slapped out a palm from the air. With a loud noise, the statue was torn apart. But the erratic oil lamp was steadily on.

The old man Liu was shocked and woke up, still in a daze: "Is it thundering?" He limped to the front of the hall, and saw the strong black shadow at a glance, "You are..."

Before he finished speaking, the man slapped out another palm, and the old man Liu exploded like a statue, creating a scarlet mist of blood, leaving only one head, which was still intact, and was placed on the altar by the man , silently wished:

"Father, I will fulfill your will first and destroy this Woniu Village. This is the first one. One day, I will kill Li Qingshan with my own hands!"

Xiong Batian said viciously, if Li Qingshan was here, maybe he would feel familiar, or he might not be impressed at all. Compared with the enemies he killed later, Xiong Xiangwu, the leader of Black Wind Village, is really nothing.

Xiong Batian is Xiong Xiangwu's biological son, but he did not stay in the Black Wind Village, but learned martial arts from his grandfather. He knew that when the Black Wind Village was slaughtered, he was still a child, and he knew that he wanted revenge, so he had to wait patiently for a good opportunity .

But he endured it for more than ten years, only to find that his enemy had become the leader of the Red Eagle, and the hope of revenge became more and more slim. He had to slaughter Woniu Village and kill all Li Qingshan's relatives and friends to vent his hatred.

Xiong Batian lifted the head of the old man Liu and walked towards Woniu Village, determined to kill everyone, and piled the heads into a tower - that is the favorite symbol of Heifeng Village - to pay homage to Xiong Xiangwu and those uncles !

His footsteps suddenly stopped, and he saw a group of people passing through the night rain and entering the village of Woniu, his face turned cold: "Okay, come today to kill as many as you want, as well as Lema Village and Iron Fist Gate, all of which have something to do with Li Qingshan Everyone must die!"

Li Long's return caused a commotion in the Li family compound. Two brothers, Li Hu and Li Bao, came out to welcome them, crying, "Brother, you are back!" "Before my father died, he was still calling your name, How come you are so late?"

Now they are all white and fat, with full faces, each holding Li Long's hand, as if he had just left yesterday, and the crying outside the mourning hall also rang out, all of them were extremely sad.

Li Long put on his filial piety silently, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, and came to the mourning hall. When he saw the treated body lying in the coffin, two lines of tears fell from his eyes.

Just after finishing the big gift, Li Hu pulled him to the side room, and Li Bao hurriedly followed. Li Long was puzzled, and heard them scrambling and talking about it. It turned out that after the village chief Li left, they were fighting for the family property, and they were making a fuss, and they were waiting for Li Long to come back to uphold justice. The two glared at each other, not even a little bit sad.

Li Long felt disgusted, and was about to speak, when he suddenly sniffled: "It smells like blood!"

A strong smell of blood was permeating from the other side of the village through the rain curtain.

Li Long walked out quickly and came to the street, only to see Xiong Batian walking from the other end, holding the heads of more than twenty people in both hands, men, women, old and young, the blood was still dripping, and after a while, He has left six families.