Chapter 473

"Whoa, you kid, you've got quite some strength."

The old grandpa, with a pipe in his mouth, looked with a smile at Li Zhuiyuan carrying two buckets of water inside.

Li Zhuiyuan poured the water into the pot and wanted to add firewood, but was stopped by the old man.

"You sit further away, Grandpa will burn it; don't get burned, kid's skin is tender."

Li Zhuiyuan sat down nearby.

After the old man tidied up, he put down the iron tongs, took a puff of dry tobacco, and asked:

"Scared?"

"Not scared."

"Hmm, not scared is good, it's all over, it's good that people are fine; when I went to carry people, seeing them like that one by one, it was scary. You two kids have luck, didn't get hurt much, didn't get disfigured, very good, cough cough cough..."

"Grandpa, you'd better smoke less, it's bad for your health."

"Can't quit, hehe, this life, I just rely on this mouthful of fun to live."

Li Zhuiyuan stood up and walked behind the old man, placing his hands on the old man's shoulders.

"Hey hey hey, no need, no need, kid, don't have to... yo yo yo, cough! Cough. Cough!"

The old man thought the child was massaging his shoulders, but who knew the force suddenly changed; the hand pushed and hammered on his back; after coughing heavily several times, he coughed out a large puddle of dark, thick stuff, not knowing if it was blood or phlegm, but his chest felt much less stuffy, and even the air inhaled into his lungs became much cooler.

"You kid, you actually have this skill?"

"Hmm, learned it at home."

"Hehe, Grandpa feels much more comfortable."

Li Zhuiyuan sat back, and after the water boiled, the young man took a ladle to scoop the hot water into the bucket, carried them back to the bedroom; the old grandma happened to walk out of the bedroom.

She walked quickly to the old man's side, reached out and patted her old partner's arm quickly, laughing:

"I tell you, in this life, I have never seen such a good-looking girl; I just stood at the door and watched her sitting on the edge of the bed, and I was fascinated."

Li Zhuiyuan put his hand into the basin, tested the water temperature, and said: "It's okay, wipe your body."

A Li walked over.

Li Zhuiyuan turned his back, moved the candle further away, took out his notebook and pen, and began to record this wave.

Behind him, first was the sound of the girl taking off her clothes, then the sound of water droplets when wiping.

After the girl finished wiping and put on her clothes, Li Zhuiyuan put away his pen and stood up.

A Li sat in the position where the young man had sat earlier, took out a carving knife and a piece of ancestral tablet material brought from home from her mountaineering bag, and began to carve a candlestick.

Behind her, Li Zhuiyuan used the water the girl had just washed with to wipe his own body as well.

Boiling water late at night was troublesome, and he didn't want to bother others anymore; when he lived at Grandpa and Grandma's house in Nantong, there were many children in the family, and the bathwater in the wooden bucket was washed by several children in turn; there was no time to wash and change one by one.

After Li Zhuiyuan finished washing, he picked up the basin, poured out the water, and when he came back, the candlestick in A Li's hand had already been carved; she put the candle in, and the room became much brighter.

There was only one bed, and the old grandma had spread it very softly; A Li pointed to the head of the bed, where many biscuits and candies were placed; they were taken in by the old grandma earlier, and they should be what she usually couldn't bear to eat, reserved for the grandchildren during the New Year.

Li Zhuiyuan put these away and put them aside; for dinner, the old grandpa had washed a pig's head.

They cooked a pot of meat in their own room and sent a lot to other families; they were very full and not hungry now.

A Li lay inside, and Li Zhuiyuan lay outside.

Three quilts, one for each, and the third quilt covered both of them together.

The young man's fingertips protruded from the quilt, the evil dragon flew out, circled around the candle, and extinguished the light.

Camping in the mountains for a while, sleeping in a sleeping bag for a long time, returning to the warm bed in the room, it was very comfortable.

But as he slept, Li Zhuiyuan felt something in his heart and opened his eyes again.

A Li's eyes also opened.

Both of them were proficient in the "Liu Family Qi Observation Technique" and were very sensitive to the changes in the qi mechanism of the surrounding environment.

This was the falling of strands of Heavenly Dao aura, representing the lighting of lamps, gathering into bundles, indicating that many lamps were about to be lit.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at A Li,

And said:

"Go and stay for a while, send them off."

"Young Master?"

Xia He's gaze swept over the young master's crotch from time to time, wanting to speak but stopping.

Xu Mofan: "I'm fine, he was metaphorically speaking, you didn't understand."

Xia He wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and nodded hard, indicating that she believed it.

Xu Mofan got out of bed with some difficulty.

"Young Master, what are you doing?"

"Help me to the door to sit for a while."

With Xia He's support, Xu Mofan came to the wooden steps at the door and sat down.

It happened that a team of people passed by the door, and the one in the middle held a lamp in his hand.

They didn't look at Xu Mofan here, and Xu Mofan didn't look at them in detail either.

At this moment, both sides seemed to have a special tacit understanding of not disturbing each other.

Xia He asked with a guess: "Young Master, their injuries are so heavy, why not lie down and recuperate well, what are they going to do, are they going to..."

Xu Mofan: "Yes, going for a second lamp lighting; they are going to admit defeat."

Xia He: "My young master's will is firm."

Xu Mofan: "I was 'made' firm."

Xia He stuck out her tongue and didn't speak anymore.

That day, under the old locust tree, she witnessed with her own eyes the young master charging out with a spear, and then the young master knelt down.

She knew that the young master's heart and spirit had suffered a great blow that time; in the following days, the young master became lazy and decadent, and couldn't get his spirits up for anything.

Only, out of admiration for her own young master, she originally thought the young master could pull himself together and walk out, but it seemed not so far.

Ahead in the night, the young man and the girl walked over holding hands.

Li Zhuiyuan stopped and looked at Xu Mofan sitting on the steps, nodding at him.

Xu Mofan nodded back.

No communication was made, and the young man and the girl continued to walk toward the center of the village.

After the two left, Xia He asked in a low voice:

"Young Master, was that person specially going to observe the ceremony?"

Xu Mofan: "He's not as bored as you think."

"Then that is..."

"Should be going to persuade some people not to light the second lamp."

"Why would he do that? Letting competitors quit, isn't it more beneficial to him?"

Xu Mofan raised his head and looked at the figure carrying double maces standing on the chimney of the roof opposite.

"He has his calculations and arrangements; besides, can we still be considered his competitors?"

"Young Master, have you forgotten what Uncle Qin said before? The spear is there, the person is there; if a person has a breath, the spear has an intent."

"Yeah, Uncle Qin taught me that, but he deliberately hid it from me and had already put it down quietly and enjoyed it himself."

Xu Mofan recalled the days in Luoyang; that person sent wine and peanuts to Uncle Qin and even stayed behind to help settle Uncle Qin's funeral affairs.

With that person's true identity, doing this step was really a great courtesy and respect for Uncle Qin, and also for the Xu family spear.

A spear wielder has pride, but true pride is being neither humble nor pushy, not being unable to lose or let go.

"Xia He, are there any peanuts?"

"No fried peanuts, but..." Xia He took a handful of peanuts in shells from her pocket.

Xu Mofan: "What a pity, no..."

Xia He silently took out a small bottle: "The family we are staying with brewed it themselves; I stole some; Young Master, you are seriously injured now, I only allow you to drink a little."

Xu Mofan laughed.

The peanuts were given by the family at the dinner table, and the wine was stolen by herself; after all, normal families wouldn't give alcohol to car accident victims.

However, their group of people, perhaps they would deceive each other, but in the secular world, they were all very particular about rules.

The families they stayed with would either leave wealth several times over or share merit; in short, they would never let people suffer losses.

In many ancient strange stories and folk legends, there are often bridges where ordinary people meet immortal masters, and good deeds are rewarded and blessed; if you look into it, it's actually just like they are now, returning to the folk to recuperate after a wave, just like the Monk Daoji who lit lamps and walked the Jianghu in Lingyin Temple.

Xia He peeled the peanuts, blew away the peanut skins, handed them to Xu Mofan, and controlled it herself, pouring some wine into the young master's mouth.

Xu Mofan turned sideways, lay down comfortably, and sighed:

"Wanting to light the second lamp is admitting defeat; being persuaded not to light the lamp is equivalent to lighting the third lamp; it really adds a variable to this river, but this variable is for others, not for him.

As long as he doesn't die, he doesn't die young; in the future, even if they stand opposite each other on the wave, guess if those people who were persuaded by him not to light the lamp before will still have the courage to compete with him?"

"Brother Ling, Brother Ling, what do you want me to say about you? Think thrice, must think thrice."

Tao Zhuming sat on the chair, looking at Ling Wuxing standing in front of him with a crutch, holding a lamp in his hand.

Ling Wuxing: "Ling has gone down the river; for Brother Tao, isn't it a good thing?"

Tao Zhuming: "In the past, if you said you admitted defeat, I would set off firecrackers for three days and three nights; you admit defeat now, isn't that roasting me on a fire pile?"

Ling Wuxing: "I wish Brother Tao a bright future and an early ascent to the Dragon King position."

Tao Zhuming: "If you want to bless me, wait until you leave here; blessing me here, I suspect you are cursing me to die, reminding others to cut the weeds and dig up the roots early."

Ling Wuxing: "Not necessarily, he won't kill people here; if he wants to kill, he will wait until the next wave."

Tao Zhuming: "Heh, you saw the scene at the wellhead; in the next wave, among our group, how many will be left?"

Ling Wuxing: "Still some."

Tao Zhuming: "Those who are left, I'm afraid when they see me, they will stab me first; I'm talking about that spear; look, that guy has long had a listless look, and tonight he didn't even come to the wellhead to line up."

The family Tao Zhuming and Ling Wuxing stayed with was a two-story wooden building; at this time, they were at the window of the second-floor room, facing the well in the center of the village, and everything could be seen clearly.

Ling Wuxing fiddled with the rusted lamp in his palm.

Tao Zhuming took out the square seal from his arms; the square seal shone and released a barrier:

"Brother Ling, the Jianghu never lacks geniuses; falling behind for a while doesn't mean falling behind for a lifetime; the one who laughs last laughs best.

I admit that that person is indeed desperate right now, but the Jianghu is very big, not just on this river; his hurdles are still many; whether he can completely pass through them is unknown."

Ling Wuxing: "Brother Tao, the reason I want to light the lamp is that I'm afraid if I don't light the lamp, I will become the hurdle to block him."

Tao Zhuming: "Putting aside morality and not discussing right or wrong, Brother Ling, are you really just waiting to be slaughtered like this?"

Ling Wuxing: "I don't want to deceive myself anymore; he is different; I have heard a little bit about the previous generation's affairs, but I think the same tricks won't work on him.

He doesn't have the surname Qin, nor the surname Liu, but he takes the strengths of both families and discards the burdens of both; he has no rules; he likes to set his own rules.

The Lu Family Village affair was something he deliberately used to declare to the forces that participated in that affair in the previous generation; the Ming family was made into that ghostly look, but they still didn't tear their faces.

You say, in the next wave, who will be the one who was 'sorry, got it wrong'?"

Tao Zhuming: "I believe that the old things still have some things that can explode.

The previous generation suppressed it, and this generation will only suppress it more, even if they pay a greater price.

The stronger this person is, the faster the old things will reach an internal consensus and reach an agreement.

Even if it's just to stay on the river to watch fireworks, I don't want to go down now."

Ling Wuxing: "Brother Tao, aren't you afraid that you will become one of the fireworks sent to the sky?"

Tao Zhuming: "My Tao family... is clean!"

Ling Wuxing didn't speak anymore, turned around, leaned on his crutch, held the lamp, and went downstairs.

After going down the stairs, he came to the door.

Ling Wuxing saw his people already waiting for him at the door, but they were not standing inward, but outward.

On the road outside, the young man was standing sideways, looking into the house.

Ling Wuxing swallowed a mouthful of saliva and walked to the door.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Injuries are so heavy, don't move around, lie down and recuperate well."

Hearing this, Ling Wuxing exerted force to clench the lamp in his hand, the wound cracked, and blood flowed out.

He thought very clearly; he wanted to go down, not only to admit defeat but also to express a kind of attitude.

When Li Zhuiyuan set rules for the wolf pack in this wave, the wolf pack was actually also exploring the wolf king's temper through the rules.

What Ling Wuxing wanted was this bottom line.

First protect himself, then plot to keep some fire seeds for the Ling family.

But it was clear that that person didn't want to give him this bottom line so easily.

Ling Wuxing looked at the new tattoo on his body with the corner of his eye.

So, the other party had already discounted it, clearly one yard for one yard.

If he wanted the other party to leave a glimmer of mercy when taking revenge in the future, then he must stay on the river forever, pave the way for him, escort him, and eliminate other competitors for him.

In the end, looking around, there were no competitors on this river; they were all his people.

For others, this might be a good thing, but for him, he might never get what he wanted, because looking at the terrifying talent of the other party who could improve his family's secret techniques so quickly, the other party could always afford his overtime pay and wouldn't give him human-favor white slips.

But he, Ling Wuxing, wanted to be 'painted a pie' right now!

"Senior, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, I, Ling Wuxing, trust you, but I don't trust myself."

Continuing to stay on the river, Ling Wuxing was afraid that he would be involved in the layout against this person in the future.

Li Zhuiyuan: "That is what I most like to see."

Ling Wuxing raised his head, blinked hard, then nodded, turned around, and walked back upstairs.

This lamp, he wouldn't light it.

Li Zhuiyuan held A Li's hand and continued to walk toward the wellhead.

Ling Wuxing, who returned to the second-floor room, put down the lamp; his whole person seemed to have been drained of energy.

Tao Zhuming naturally heard the conversation below and said to Ling Wuxing:

"Next wave, should I worry that Brother Ling will stab me?"

Zhu Yiwen, surrounded by several subordinates, jumped out from the corner.

He was awake now, but because Runsheng hadn't rested well and hadn't extracted the corpse poison for him, his stiffness hadn't changed.

Zhu Yiwen held a lamp in his long black fingernails.

Just as he jumped to the village road, he stopped.

"Whoosh!"

He blew with his mouth, blowing up the talisman paper hanging on his forehead, and saw the young man who happened to walk past in front.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't look at him, nor did he stop, just waved his hand at him.

"Alright!"

Zhu Yiwen jumped in place, turned around, and took his people to continue jumping back.

In the house on the side.

Luo Xiaoyu was applying medicine to Flower Sister.

Flower Sister was half martial artist and half assassin; in the slaughter in the small hell, her injuries were very heavy.

"Xiaoyu, sister has made you tired."

"Not tired, sister, your legs are short, and you have no butt or chest, so it was wiped clean very quickly."

"Sister thanks you."

"Haha."

Flower Sister was not a sister; according to seniority, she was Luo Xiaoyu's elder.

When Luo Xiaoyu was very young, he was noticed by the sect's ancestor for his talent, and rules were strictly set, forbidding him from being ostentatious.

The ancestor naturally knew that in his own sect, especially at the bottom, it was impossible to be truly gentle, kind, and frugal; he was deliberately using this method to hone Luo Xiaoyu's temper.

Even lighting lamps to walk the Jianghu was just one competed for on the surface, while secretly letting Luo Xiaoyu light lamps secretly.

According to the rules on the river, lamp-lighters from the same inheritance force would meet very quickly and kill until one winner remained; Monk Misheng killed the lamp-lighter of the contemporary Qinglong Temple and took his kasaya and Zen staff.

Luo Xiaoyu was luckier and didn't encounter mutual slaughter among the same sect; the guy who lit the lamp on the surface of the sect was unlucky and met a ruthless character early on and was killed.

After the ancestor learned the news, he was so angry that he spat out three mouthfuls of blood.

Others in the sect thought the ancestor was worried about the sect's development in this generation, but in reality, the chessboard carried by that lamp-lighter when walking the Jianghu was the sect's true treasure; it was originally prepared by the ancestor to be "handed over" to Luo Xiaoyu through that person's hand; as a result, that person died in a hurry, and both the person and the treasure were gone.

The ancestor had to plan for the sect's development, and doing so was not wrong, but Luo Xiaoyu, a formation genius, was forced to experience the warmth and coldness of human feelings.

And Flower Sister was the one who gave him warmth at that time; Flower Sister didn't know that her kindness was given to a genius heavily cultivated by the sect; later Luo Xiaoyu insisted that he only wanted Flower Sister to worship him, refusing the other candidate arranged by the ancestor; logically speaking, Flower Sister didn't have that qualification.

After applying the medicine, Luo Xiaoyu stood up, walked to the wooden table, and laid out the chessboard.

Flower Sister asked: "You've made a decision, right?"

Luo Xiaoyu: "Yes."

Flower Sister: "That's good, even if you didn't make it to the end, go back to the sect openly and honestly; what you wanted before, you can all get; the future position of sect leader will also probably be yours; in this generation, no one can compete with you."

Luo Xiaoyu began to lay out the chess pieces.

Seeing him in low spirits, Flower Sister continued: "Think about your senior sister and junior sister you've been thinking about..."

Luo Xiaoyu stopped dropping pieces and began to fantasize.

Flower Sister laughed: "After going back to the sect, slap their faces and make them regret it."

Very cliché, yet very yearning.

Luo Xiaoyu supported his chin with his left hand and continued to drop pieces with his right hand; thinking and thinking, he also laughed.

Flower Sister: "Xiaoyu, admitting defeat in lighting lamps is nothing; your future life will be just as wonderful and beautiful."

Luo Xiaoyu: "Senior sister and junior sister have their own belongings; just think about it, no need to really do it.

Flower Sister, what people want most is often when they can't get it.

After going back, I'm still the me I was before; not to let everyone get used to it, but because I've already gotten used to it."

Flower Sister: "Xiaoyu, you don't need to keep wronging yourself."

Luo Xiaoyu: "No wronging; when Flower Sister you stood in front of me and taught those senior brothers who teased and bullied me in the formation forest a lesson, I was very happy.

The Dao follows nature, and formations also follow nature."

Luo Xiaoyu dropped a black piece; on the damaged chessboard, a mellow luster was released, like his damaged youth, obtaining another kind of self-healing.

At this time, a ray of light halo sprinkled from the bright moon outside the window, and the feng shui weather condensed into a white piece, falling into the chessboard.

The chessboard trembled, and the pieces were active, like that self-healing youth, bursting out with new restlessness again.

Luo Xiaoyu looked outside the window, turned his head and said to the person lying on the bed:

"Flower Sister, I'm not in a hurry to light the lamp anymore; wait a little longer, play a little longer."

Feng Xionglin took his two people and stood on the periphery to line up.

The crowd at the wellhead was discussing whether to come one by one or all together.

Everyone had a very high pursuit of ritual sense for this night urine.

Feng Xionglin turned around and looked at Li Zhuiyuan and the girl walking over. ===== CHAPTER 474 =====