Chapter 13

Li Yesheng's father died last year, and all the land and property in the family belonged to him, the eldest son. He was really happy, hurriedly sold a piece of land in exchange for some money, and ate happily in the small shop in the village.

Since then, he had nothing to do every three days, wandering around the village and the mountains, acting even more unscrupulously in teasing and stealing. Except for his uncle Li Mutian, he didn't fear anyone in the village.

Poor younger brother Li Yesheng, clearly the same age as Li Xiangping, Li Xiangping had been studying with the teacher at the village entrance since he was a child, while Li Yesheng was lonely, cold, and hungry.

Li Yesheng didn't care about his life or death. When he was free, he was always itchy, looking at Li Changhu's family entering and leaving the high courtyard built of blue bricks, jealous to the point of madness.

"Everyone is surnamed Li, why are you the legitimate line and I the collateral? Why did you buy good fields and build a high courtyard! Just a wealthy man in the village, what kind of style are you learning to build a large courtyard? As if there are many treasures in the courtyard!"

He stood up suddenly, suddenly realizing the night a few years ago, the nervous expressions of several people and the knife in Li Mutian's hand.

"Li Mutian has a treasure..."

Li Yesheng held a dog's tail grass in his mouth, looking at Li Changhu chatting with the tenants in the field, feeling unhappy in his heart.

"Just cast a good womb."

He took a nap in the shade of a tree. Seeing that the night was getting late, Li Yesheng spat out the dog's tail grass in his mouth, rolled up his trouser legs, and sneaked toward the Li family courtyard.

He circled around the courtyard, didn't see even a crack in the wall, scratched a few times on the wall, and it was built flat and smooth, probably hard to climb over.

"Dog thing."

Li Yesheng spat on the wall, exerted his strength, and ran toward the back mountain.

"I don't believe you can put a cover on the house."

Great Lishan twists and turns. The back mountain of Lijing Village is just one peak. The villagers were too lazy to name it, so they called it the back mountain.

Crossing the back mountain to the south is Meichi Peak, and going south to the foot of the mountain is Jingyang Village. The two villages communicate with each other by walking on the small path between the mountains.

Li Yesheng pushed aside the bushes, climbed along the small path for half a quarter of an hour, found a place with an open view in the mountain, lay down, and looked at the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain.

He rubbed his eyes, only to see a few blurry figures moving, as if sitting cross-legged, and figures walking around holding bluestones, not knowing what they were doing.

"I heard that this thing in the courtyard is placed with stone locks. Could it be that Li Mutian obtained some martial arts techniques outside and secretly taught them to those few things."

Li Yesheng raised his head and looked at the sky. It was already dim in the mountains, and the bright moon was covered by dark clouds. The earth was pitch black, and even the figures could not be seen clearly.

It was late at night, apes were howling in the mountains, and jackals and wolves were barking. The cool wind blew from under Li Yesheng's crotch, freezing his legs together, and he sat on the big rock with a thud.

"It's quite evil."

Li Yesheng sat for another half a quarter of an hour, his nose running with clear snot from the cold, and he had already silently compiled the rumors he was going to spread in the village:

Looking down at the courtyard, there was no one left. Li Yesheng didn't care, tightened his sleeves, and stood up, preparing to go home.

"Mom!"

Who knew that as soon as he turned his head, he saw a figure standing quietly on the small path in the mountain, scaring Li Yesheng until he peed his pants, crawling back behind the big bluestone.

Trembling, he poked his head out to look. The person had clear and handsome brows and eyes, looking down at himself, and it was his cousin Li Xiangping.

Li Yesheng's eyes widened, putting on a savage posture, about to attack, but saw Li Xiangping pinch a seal in his hand.

"What?"

A brilliant golden glow appeared before his eyes, a sharp pain in his throat, and the world before his eyes spun. For a while, he saw the bright moon, and for a while, he saw the small courtyard blurred in the moonlight.

Li Yesheng's head flew up suddenly, falling heavily on the small path in the mountain. His remaining consciousness looked suspiciously at the cold smile on Li Xiangping's face, only feeling that this cousin was stranger than ever before.

The headless corpse hiding behind the stone was bubbling with hot blood at the neck, staining the bluestone, dirt road, and withered leaves red, flowing all the way to Li Xiangping's feet.

Disgusted, Li Xiangping took a step back, watched Li Yesheng's corpse fall, pondered for a while, and then pinched the seal to perform the magic, summoning a golden glow.

He squatted down, cut the corpse into large sections according to the appropriate proportions, so that the beasts that came smelling the scent at night could take them to different places in the mountains.

After doing all this, Li Xiangping stood up and looked around. There were already many green eyes in the shadows of the forest. Li Xiangping clapped his hands and said in a low voice:

"Gentlemen, please enjoy."

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Li family.

Li Changhu woke up from his meditation, but his two younger brothers were gone, and the large backyard was silent except for the chirping of insects. He was puzzled in his heart and hurriedly walked to the front courtyard, where he saw Li Tongya.

Looking at Li Tongya sitting at the wooden table flipping through the technique, Li Changhu asked with some doubt:

"Why don't I see Xiangping."

"He went to wash his hands."

Li Tongya rolled up the wooden slip slowly, looking at his eldest brother and speaking.

"Tongya, have you started preparing to condense the Mysterious Scene Wheel?" Li Changhu pressed his hands on the wooden table and asked with a bit of envy.

Li Tongya smiled, took a small piece of white cloth, wrapped it around the wooden slip with force, and tied a live knot.

"Eldest Brother, who do you think among the four of us is most like Father?" Li Tongya suddenly spoke, staring at his eldest brother Li Changhu very seriously.

"Naturally, it's you."

Li Changhu blurted out, then was stunned, found a place to sit down, and continued with a smile:

"I am too generous, Xiangping is too active, Chijing is too shy, only you, Li Tongya, are calm and composed, not moving or showing emotion, most like him."

"Hahaha."

Li Tongya laughed dryly, waved his hand, and said solemnly:

"Eldest Brother, don't flatter me. In my opinion, among the four brothers, Xiangping is most like him."

"Why?" Li Changhu looked at his brother in doubt.

Li Tongya spoke slowly:

"When we were playing in the courtyard as children, Father once said: 'When you first kill someone, you may have tinnitus or a hot head, be unable to advance or retreat, or tremble and be unable to control yourself, or roar endlessly, not knowing what the world is.'"

"'Only he, Li Mutian, when he first killed someone, put away his knife and drank wine, talking and laughing as usual.' After saying that, he laughed heartily, extremely proud."

"Xiangping is most like Father."

Li Tongya lowered his voice, leaned into Li Changhu's ear, and said lightly:

"Because he is cruel enough."