The old man sat back on the chair tremblingly again. Li Qingshan buried his head in eating and drinking. He only ate deer meat these days, and was also upset. He was about to change his taste, but the table of wine and food was wiped out by himself and touched his bulging belly.

"The people in this yard are all my elders, and some say it's not an exaggeration to watch me grow up, but some people ignore this love and will bully me just for a few acres of land. If you don't give me an explanation today, I will give you an explanation, even if you lose your life, you will be willing to do so."

Li Qingshan spoke and pulled up his knife: "Manager Liu, Village Chief Li, do you think so?"

Manager Liu was determined not to suffer the loss in front of him, and surrendered: "Erlang, if you want to plant those acres of land, just take it back!"

Li Qingshan said: "I don't want those acres of land. You bought it with money. I don't want to take advantage of you. I just want to seek justice. You do whatever you want in the village, don't forget it. There are gods who are three feet tall, and justice is in the hearts of the people." After that, he was already harsh.

Manager Liu was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak. Village Chief Li reacted: "We did something wrong. I believe your brother..."

"That's not my brother." Li Qingshan interrupted coldly.

"Li Da and the others talk nonsense and are blinded by lard, so they do such a foolish thing. They can't sleep these days, but they are afraid that one day they will go to the ground to see your parents." Village Chief Li said that, tears were already filled with tears, but he remembered the suffering he suffered these days.

Li Qingshan said to the old men again: "Then you tell me, should that piece of land be distributed to me?"

"It's right, it's right!" At this moment, who dares to say "no"?

Li Qingshan got what he wanted and raised his head and laughed: "It turns out that justice is still there in this world!" The laughter suddenly stopped, his head lowered, his face changed, sometimes solemn and sometimes relieved, and there was a trace of indescribable sorrow in it, looking at the short knife in his hand: "Justice is here."

He frowned and murmured, "There is no god, justice is only in the knife. There is no god, justice is only in the knife..." He couldn't help but grow louder and louder, shaking the house.

He was originally angry and wanted to let out a breath, and even killed people. At this time, he felt bored and pulled the knife away, ignored everyone in the yard, turned around and walked out the door, leaving without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The long-term workers had a free dinner and watched another good show. They dispersed with satisfaction. They were talking about Li Qingshan, with a look of admiration on their faces.

Manager Liu wiped the cold sweat from his head, knowing that it would be extremely difficult to organize someone to deal with Li Qingshan. Although he had the land, the Changgong was not his slave and would not let him drive him. Even if it was a slave, it would still be rioted. If all the Changgongs were inspired to oppose him together, it would be extremely bad.

Fortunately, Li Erlang has clear grudges. Since he said this today, he will no longer take revenge deliberately and can sleep peacefully. Although the banquet was not successful, it was considered to have barely achieved its goal. Village Chief Li stood up with the help of his two sons. Although there was still a look of shame on his face, his expression seemed to relax, and it looked like he was thinking.

The two looked at each other and felt embarrassed.

Li Hu said dissatisfied: "Dad, why not let my elder brother come back. With his martial arts, he would not be able to cure this Li Erlang if he didn't believe it."

Li Bao also said, "Uncle Liu, isn't Brother Liu also in Qingyang City?"

Village Chief Li was about to get angry and said fiercely: "Shut up, why did I give birth to something useless like you!"

Manager Liu didn't say anything. They had experienced a lot of hardships and knew how to protect themselves and would never take risks for the sake of arrogance.

"You useless guys, the gods are already angry, he will not live long." The witch said mysteriously and viciously.

Under the sun, many people couldn't help but shivered. In this era, people respect ghosts and gods, and the witch is the one who communicates with gods. Thinking about Li Qingshan just now, he said, "There is no gods with his head up." Maybe he really made the gods angry.

Some people even remember that a child in the village had been sick and asked a witch to treat him. The witch also said that the child was possessed by ghosts, burned and flooded with fire, and finally covered him with a quilt, saying that he wanted to force the ghosts to come out, but he suffocated the child to death.

The witch only said that the King of Hell was invited and no one could save it. However, the adults of the child did not rely on it, and the child's mother cursed outside the witch's house every day. This incident greatly damaged the witch's prestige in the village. However, a few days later, the child's mother suddenly died of illness and died inexplicably.

The witch only said that this was the child missed her mother underground. Since then, no one dared to disrespect her. Li Qingshan kicked her in public and scolded her a few words, which had offended her so much that she had offended her.

"Manager Liu, this son is the disaster that you have suffered. Now the gods can eliminate disasters and solve problems for you..."

Manager Liu hurriedly ordered someone to pack some incense, candles, wine and meat for the witch. The witch looked at Village Chief Li again. Village Chief Li also gritted his teeth and took out a small piece of silver and sent the witch away.

A long-time worker was holding these things and following the witch, not daring to say much, and came to a blue brick house. She was the only person who could afford a brick house besides Manager Liu and Village Chief Li in the village.

The incense table and incense burner are placed in the hall, and the smoke is shrouded all day long. It is both a residence and a temple.

"Xiao An, Xiao An, grandma is back." The witch suddenly spoke hoarsely, and a mysterious smile appeared on her wrinkled face. She was definitely not kind.

The long-term worker knew that the witch had no children and grandchildren at all, so he was frightened and hurriedly put down the thing. Suddenly he felt someone pulling his trouser legs. When he turned around, he saw that there was no one there. He shouted, "Oh my God!" He rolled out and crawled out, and a sharp laugh came from behind him.

"Xiao An, grandma told you that someone bullies grandma."

No one answered the empty hall.

"What, you dare not listen to grandma..." The witch's face suddenly became ferocious, and she was insulted and scolded, and a copper bell was shaking in her hand.

A cold wind suddenly erupted in the house.

After a long time, the witch regained her gentleness: "That's right, that's right. Grandma doesn't want to hit you, my good grandson."

From beginning to end, she was the only one who talked to herself.

When Li Qingshan returned to the hut, Qingniu ran to somewhere, probably because he went to hunt for him again.

He took advantage of the drunkenness to practice "Bul Demon's Powerful Fist" again. The three basic postures were so basic that he could not be familiar with them, and his body automatically danced. His head was still recalling what he had experienced today. What seemed like a terrible thing was so vulnerable. If he ran away in front of Liu Guanshi's house because of fear, how could he see through the mystery?

In this matter, his real opponent was not the head of Liu, Village Chief Li, but his fear. What is a real strong man? The answer was given in the "Tao Te Ching" long ago, "Those who defeat others are powerful, and those who defeat themselves are powerful."

"The brave are fearless." Li Qingshan roared out these four words, as if he had broken an invisible barrier. There was a sudden increase in his boxing style. No matter what difficulties and obstacles are there, he would stand up and break them, never bow his head or retreat.

If you raise your head three feet away, you will be a god. Justice is not in the hearts of the people, but in my hands.

The limbs, chest and abdomen, and every muscle in the body seemed to be connected under this determination. With one punch, he could penetrate the strength of the whole body. He felt that even if he did not use weapons, he would be very sure to defeat them.

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Chapter completed!