In the Li family's house, Li Guo, who was beaten and kicked but always insisted, finally angered the man in black. The steel knife cut through the space with a cold awn and looked at the roaring blade. Li Guo didn't blink, but silently said a word in his heart: Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
In fact, Lin Luoshui gave him up. Why did he say sorry to Lin Luoshui? This secret may become a secret forever, if there is no sudden figure.
"I'm late."
The white haired old man who had witnessed the whole process of Lin Luoshui's mother and son's funeral suddenly rushed in from the front yard. The fast man almost left a shadow in people's eyes. The man in black was shocked to speed up his knife waving speed. At the same time, he opened his mouth and shouted for information, but the white haired old man was not slow.
The right hand turned into a fist on the way. The fist with prominent muscles and bones hit the left chest and rib of the man in black. The crisp sound of rupture came out through the chest. The blood gushing from the chest and abdomen stopped the man in black's exclamation, and the huge impact also took the man in black's body back.
However, the blade still crossed Li Guo's throat, and a stream of blood shot out. Li Guo, who was already suffering, turned his eyes and fainted.
Other people in black who were rummaging around at home heard the movement. They shot at the old man without saying a word when they saw the situation. The breaking sound of three steel knives was like thunder in this relatively closed space. Unfortunately, all this did not move the old man, and even his eyes remained on Li Guo most of the time.
"It's all my fault. Let me avenge you!"
The tall skeleton of the white haired old man suddenly made a noise. Before the three people in black reacted, the old man seemed to grow countless arms. Countless fists easily smashed the three steel knives and burst the chests of the two people in black!
"How awesome!"
The only man in black uttered a cry, threw down the handle of the knife and turned around and ran away!
When the old man was about to catch up, Li Guo, who was covered with blood on the ground, suddenly moved. Although the action was very subtle, he was still heard by the white haired old man.
"Huh?"
After giving up chasing the man in black, the old man with white hair came to Li Guo and explored slightly. Only then did he find that although Li Guo was desolate in shape, he was still breathing. Although the steel knife cut Li Guo's throat, it was not really fatal.
When the white haired old man simply stopped the bleeding for Li Guo, Li Guo's heartbeat gradually returned to normal. Although he was not awake, his life must have been saved.
"You all deserve to die!"
The first man in black who hit the fist still had half a breath. He was abandoned by his companions and lay on the ground waiting to die. The old man with white hair pulled off his mask, but he was just an ordinary young man, looking for death.
"And a child?"
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"Did you take it or kill it?"
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"Where did you catch it?"
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No matter what the old man asked, the man in black didn't respond. Although he was still breathing, he was afraid that he had already died. Have the old man seen many dead men kept by rich families? It's difficult to take out useful things from this population, so he killed them directly.
"I'm still incompetent, son. Just follow me."
He stepped on the throat of the man in black. The old man picked up the unconscious Li Guo and walked through the gate. His head wouldn't go. In the old man's opinion, the younger Li Luoyang should have been arrested. He didn't hear the man in black pressing Li Guo, so there was a serious mistake in his judgment.
Even if Li Guo wakes up now, he may not be able to explain the truth to the old man. After all, his throat has been severely damaged, which directly leads to his inability to speak normally in the next few years until he meets Li Luoyang again.
In the basement, Li Luoyang knew nothing about what happened on the ground. When he tore open the painted kraft paper, he was shocked by the pamphlet in front of him.
"Yuchi Gong of Lingyan Pavilion martial arts record. This is"
The word "lingyange" makes people associate it with "Eighteen heroes of Sui and Tang Dynasties", "four fierce and four unique thirteen heroes" and "eight hammers", and it is the only undisputed real existence. Although Li Luoyang didn't know much about the history of Tang Dynasty, he still had some basic common sense.
Yuchi Gong is one of the 24 meritorious heroes of Lingyan Pavilion and one of them with high combat effectiveness. Until he opened Yuchi Gong's Secret record, Li Luoyang still couldn't believe that he found a martial arts secret collection under his own house.
"This is not a martial arts novel. How can there be martial arts secrets?"
There are both words and pictures in the secret record. The small block letters are quite neat, and the pictures are even more exquisite. At first glance, it is known that it is the work of famous experts. It is pleasing to the eyes.
Li Luoyang, who has no martial arts foundation, can't understand those sentences for a while, and the time seems not right at the moment, but as a man, Li Luoyang's mood is still very excited.
"I knew there were these things at home. Li Guo went to the post station to learn a fart!"
Excited, Li Luoyang couldn't help but burst into foul language.
"But the quantity is wrong. Aren't there twenty-four meritorious men? Why are there only seven books?"
Seven books can't fill this box. Even if some of the twenty-four meritorious officials in Lingyan Pavilion are literary officials, they should not have "martial arts secrets", but at least ten books are missing. It seems that they have been robbed in the secret room. Li Luoyang judges that they should be lost. Maybe Lin Luoshui knows, but
"I don't have to be greedy. Maybe I can't finish learning the seven secrets in my life. After all, I'm not a martial arts genius, and there won't be anything to improve my skills in an instant."
With a greedy heart, Li Luoyang didn't remove the covers of other secret collections. After all, he didn't plan to take all these things away. It's safer to put them here, and the existence of the covers can better protect these secret collections from the invasion of earth gas and moisture.
Only the secret record of Yuchi Gong, which had been opened, was put away by Li Luoyang.
"How long have I been down?"
Feeling the cry of belly protest, Li Luoyang turned and looked at the steps. The basement is well ventilated. At least so far, Li Luoyang still doesn't feel a little stuffy.
But there was no food.
People are iron and rice is steel. Besides, Li Luoyang is growing up. As long as he is hungry, he will have stars in his eyes. There is a box of real gold and silver around you, but you can't exchange it for a meal. That's floating clouds. However, it's the first time to see so much real gold and silver after crossing. Even Li Pingwu, the "richest man" in Lijia village, would rather be slapped in the face than pay ten liang of silver.
"No, I can't go out yet!"
Although Li Luoyang hasn't figured out the whole story, and he can't be sure what happened above. Even the life and death of Lin Luoshui and Li are unknown, Li Luoyang won't go out easily. It's not that he is afraid of death, but that he doesn't want to die is worthless.
No matter whether Lin Luoshui is alive or dead, there is no good thing.