The Bad Guys: Playing the Fake Li Xingyun at the Beginning

By then, the final showdown will come.

Thinking of this, Su Ming couldn't help but laugh at himself, took out a letter from his sleeve, his eyes flickered with an unknown look, and muttered to himself, "Li Siyuan really has sensed the danger, this guy is really a rat."

It was thought that he would follow Yuan Tiangang's steps, kneel in surrender, and continue to endure, but Su Ming did not expect that this guy still had the courage to fight hard and wanted to join forces with him to deal with Yuan Tiangang.

He stretched out his hand and exerted a little force. With a burst of strength, the letter turned into powder silently and fell from between his fingers. He did not believe a word of Li Siyuan's words.

This guy was famous for backstabbing. Li Keyong had only been dead for a short time, so how could Su Ming possibly believe what he said?

Imagine that he and others besieged Yuan Tiangang, and at the critical moment, Li Siyuan suddenly stabbed him in the back and surrendered to Yuan Tiangang. Wouldn't that be a disaster?

Su Ming never placed his hopes in others, and killing Yuan Tiangang was not his real purpose. It was too difficult to kill a monster that had lived for more than three hundred years, unless he was seeking death like in the original book.

Empress, Li Wentong is in the same camp with him. After all, they are too deeply bound to him, Yuan Tiangang will not let them go, but Su Ming will not let them take action either.

After all, the only one he can really rely on is himself, and he only has one chance.

If he fails once, he will really be powerless to recover.

Chapter 224 I disagree!

Li Siyuan is a flexible person. Once his side shows signs of weakness, he is likely to turn against them. This is not only impossible, but even inevitable.

Nothing is more important than his own life. At worst, he would give up being the King of Jin or the Jiedushi of Hedong, hand Hedong over to others, and live peacefully as a rich man in Luoyang to save his life.

It's just that the fire hasn't reached his eyebrows yet, and until the most critical moment, he is reluctant to let go. After all, he has worked hard for decades to get to this position, and has struggled for most of his life. It's not something he can just give up.

At the most critical moment, he would definitely be able to cut off his tail to survive and give up everything just to stay alive. Moreover, Yuan Tiangang did not necessarily have to kill him. Keeping someone as an example could win people's hearts to a certain extent and would not make those military governors and princes mourn the death of the rabbit.

Looking at the map of the world on the screen, Su Ming felt a deep sense of fatigue in his heart. It was really too difficult, too difficult.

……

While it was still light, Hou Qing and Li Xingyun took Lvliu out of Jianlu and returned to Chengdu Prefecture.

The people in the inn were stunned when they saw the two people Li Xingyun brought back after disappearing for a day. Before Li Siyuan and the empress could react, Li Wentong stared at Hou Qing with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"It turns out to be Corpse Ancestor Hou Qing, long time no see."

"'Oh? King Qi Li Maozhen? Long time no see." Hou Qing's expression stiffened and he also greeted him.

"My name is no longer Li Maozhen, but Li Wentong. I am no longer the King of Qi. The real King of Qi is her." Li Wentong explained calmly.

Hou Qing glanced at the empress next to him and suddenly realized.

"Xingyun, who is she?" Ji Ruxue's attention was not on Hou Qing at all. Instead, she looked at Lvliu, the weak little girl, timidly grabbing the corner of Li Xingyun's clothes.

Seeing that Ji Ruxue looked a little strange, Li Xingyun turned around and saw Lvliu holding the corner of his clothes. He quickly distanced himself from her and said with a smile, "This is a long story. I'll tell you later."

Seeing Li Xingyun's frankness, Ji Ruxue's expression relaxed. She didn't say anything, which was considered as her agreement.

At this time, Li Siyuan, Li Wentong, the Empress, and Meng Po were all a little surprised. They didn't expect that after he disappeared for a day, he actually found Hou Qing, one of the four corpse ancestors of Xuanming Sect.

"Ancestor Corpse, we haven't seen each other for many years. Let's catch up first. I'll go back and rest." Leaving Hou Qing here, Li Xingyun took Ji Ruxue and Lvliu away.

As soon as the three of them left, the atmosphere in the lobby became much more harmonious. Hou Qing had met Meng Po more than a year ago, and she had teased him at that time. But when they met again now, things had changed.

……

In the room, Li Xingyun told Ji Ruxue the origin of Corpse Ancestor Hou Qing and the purpose of his coming here.

After listening to this, Ji Ruxue, who had stayed on the island for a year, almost forgot that she had been cast under a spell by the Witch King. She didn't expect that Li Xingyun was still thinking about it.

"That girl is the source of my blood transfusion?" Thinking of the girl in the next room, Ji Ruxue understood everything. However, when she thought of the girl's fragile appearance, she felt pity in her heart.

"Will she die after the blood transfusion?"

In response to Ji Ruxue's question, Li Xingyun nodded, but his eyes were fixed on her, as if with some expectation and confusion.

What will Xueer do about this matter?

"No, I don't agree, Xingyun. There should be more than one way to cure me, right? If saving me must cost a life, I would rather not be cured!" Ji Ruxue raised her eyebrows and said firmly.

If it was the Ji Ruxue of the past, she wouldn't even blink an eye if she just killed someone, but since she met Li Xingyun, she has changed little by little, and is no longer the cold person she used to be. What's more, she is now a married woman and will become a mother in the future. She can't do such a thing.

"Xue'er, I don't want to either. However, Corpse Ancestor said that there is indeed another way, but it is extremely risky, and we need a comprehensive diagnosis and treatment of your condition before we can make a judgment." Li Xingyun showed joy on his face, and took Ji Ruxue into his arms with relief.

Since Ji Ruxue and he had the same idea, he didn't need to be caught in the middle.

……

In the hall, Hou Qing sat at the table and asked, "A year ago, Meng Po took the news about the other three from me. I wonder if they are safe now?"

"This matter has long been left unresolved. How could the Corpse Ancestor be invited out of seclusion so easily? The fact that you appear with Li Xingyun this time is probably the work of the Marshal, right?" Meng Po closed her eyes slightly and said lightly.

"Meng Po is indeed wise. I came out of the mountain this time because the Marshal invited me to do so."

Li Siyuan narrowed his eyes and asked curiously, "Oh? What could possibly trouble Corpse Ancestor to come? There are already enough people looking for the Longquan treasure. Does Corpse Ancestor want to get involved?"

Hou Qing glanced at him and replied indifferently, "I am very curious about the Longquan treasure, but it is just curiosity. I came here for other things. As for what it is, I don't need to report it to you, right?"

Li Siyuan smiled awkwardly and said no more.

"I wonder how the skill of the Corpse Ancestor's Weeping Blood Record is going?" Li Wentong was very thoughtful. After seeing Hou Qing, his attention was focused on the red umbrella on him.

"The tricks of the underworld are not worth mentioning. They can't compare to what Brother Li has learned in Raojiang for sixteen years. Speaking of this, I would like to ask Brother Li for advice on the art of controlling Gu with sound. I am not good at it and I haven't mastered it after studying for a year." Hou Qing looked at Li Wentong and said very seriously.

Before, in Chengdu Prefecture, he had only learned half of it, and Chi Meng ran away to Luoyang. Hou Qing also failed to fully learn the method of controlling the Gu with sound, and it sometimes worked and sometimes not.

Most people may not know that Li Wentong has been in Raojiang for sixteen years, but this cannot be hidden from high-ranking Xuanming Sect figures like Hou Qing, as his sources of information are very well-informed.

"Controlling the Gu with sound, is it just a minor trick of Gu magic? I can break it easily. The Corpse Ancestor should have no shortage of means to fight the enemy." Upon hearing about the Gu magic, Li Wentong subconsciously became serious.

Hou Qing nodded, then shook his head, "I do have some tricks, but it's always good to have more skills. Controlling the Gu with music is a minor skill, but don't you think it's cool to hear the flute sound and the Gu move with the music?"

Even though Li Wentong had experienced countless storms, he was still choked by these words.

After thinking about it, he didn't refuse, so he just regarded it as a good relationship.

"Okay, these are all trivial matters. If you have any questions, you can always ask me."

Upon hearing this, Hou Qing became interested and simply stood up and took Li Wentong away, ignoring the others. Once he left, everyone lost interest in staying and returned to their rooms.

Chapter 225: The Decline of the Troubled Times

Soon, noisy flute sounds were heard in the backyard of the inn. Even the birds in the trees could not stand the evil sound and fled in all directions, fearing that they would die here if they ran too slowly.

In the empty yard, Li Wentong listened to the noisy and unpleasant sound coming from his ears, like the sound of frost in April, and he felt sick all over.

He really couldn't imagine that someone could play the flute so badly.

He suppressed his annoyance and listened to the whole piece patiently. As soon as Hou Qing finished playing, he walked over, took the flute from his hand and looked at it for a few seconds.

I looked up at him again. There seemed to be nothing wrong with the flute. How could he make such an ugly sound?

Then, Li Wentong waved to the bad guys guarding the back door and said, "Someone, go buy me a flute!"

The man opened the door and went out without saying anything.

Then, Li Wentong began to teach Hou Qing the fingering techniques for playing the flute, as well as the control and changes in breath, but he did not let him play the flute again.

After a stick of incense, the bad guy bought the flute back.

Li Wentong took the flute, looked at it for a few seconds, then put it to his lips and started playing. Suddenly, a beautiful melody echoed in the yard, sometimes soft and gentle, sometimes with twists and turns, and it was very moving.

When Hou Qing heard the voice, his pupils shrank unconsciously. He looked at the flute in his hand, then looked at his, and silently retracted his hand. It must not be his problem, but the problem of the flute. He would have to make another one another day.

After the song was over, Li Wentong didn't ask him how he felt, but just signaled him with his eyes to play it again.

With Li Wentong's example, Hou Qing hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to continue. After all, this was only temporary, and he wouldn't always play so badly. Once he had learned it, the thought of it made him excited.

Afterwards, the noisy sound rang out again, and Li Wentong's hands holding the flute tightened a little.

After repeated instructions and demonstrations, until late at night, the tune Hou Qing played finally took shape. It was no longer as untuneful, weird and unpleasant as before.

"Okay, this is all I can teach you. Once you have mastered all of this, you will have no problem controlling the Gu with sound." Li Wentong waved his hands at him, spoke weakly, and left as if escaping.

He didn't want to have such an experience again.

When it comes to controlling poison, Li Wentong is not much better than those in the Ten Thousand Poison Cave. When it comes to poison techniques in the world, there is probably no one better than the Twelve Caves. The Ten Thousand Poison Cave has only been prosperous for a short time, so it is not even worth mentioning.

At this time, the other people in the inn also breathed a sigh of relief and opened their closed ears. The sound was so painful that if the person playing the flute was not Hou Qing, the ancestor of corpses, he would have been caught and hung up and beaten by them long ago.

……

Early the next morning, the sound of flute was heard in the yard again. However, compared with yesterday, the sound of flute today was barely audible and not too unpleasant.

When it was time to eat, as soon as Hou Qing sat down at the table, he saw the resentful eyes of the people around him. His expression froze and he looked at everyone strangely, "Why are you all looking at me? Eat."

After he finished speaking, the resentment in everyone's eyes deepened. Why are they looking at you? Don't you have any idea of ​​what's going on?

After dinner, Li Xingyun took Lvliu and Ji Ruxue away.

They couldn't send Lvliu away for the time being, otherwise she would appear in the market again soon. With a little guilt, Li Xingyun followed Lvliu's directions and came to where her family lived.

The streets were very dirty, with garbage everywhere. The air was filled with a foul smell mixed with the odor of excrement. As soon as Li Xingyun and Ji Ruxue approached here, they subconsciously frowned.

On the contrary, Lvliu's expression remained the same, obviously she was used to it.

Entering the alley, there are dilapidated courtyards along the street, and through the cracks in the doors you can see people moving around inside.

However, not long after they walked away, Li Xingyun frowned again. Just now, he noticed many eyes on them, some glanced and looked away, while others were prying and had bad intentions.

After entering the Great Heaven Realm, his perception became much sharper than before, and as he practiced the Qi Sutra, his control over his breath became stronger and stronger. He could easily sense the meaning contained in those sights.

Noticing those greedy gazes, Li Xingyun asked for directions again, then pulled Ji Ruxue and Lvliu and walked quickly, shaking off many gazes.

Soon, they arrived at their destination. They saw that the yard was filled with weeds and broken hemp, and the roof was sparsely covered with straw, which seemed like it would be blown away by the wind.

Three or four children were playing in the few open spaces.

Seeing this scene, Li Xingyun also understood why Lvliu's father wanted to sell her. He really couldn't afford to support such a large family.

This is also the sadness of the lower-class people. They clearly cannot afford to raise children, but they still have to have children in order to make a living. The more children they have, the more chances they have of growing up, which will make it easier for them whether they are paying taxes or performing various labor services in the future.

If they have too few children and their children die prematurely, when they are old and cannot pay taxes, they will be punished by the government and become penniless vagrants or even forced to serve in the army.

So, having so many children is completely out of necessity.

Li Xingyun did not alarm the family, but left some money and left. It was not a lot of money, only a few dollars. They could not keep more. In this world, too much charity would only bring them more trouble.

This was all he could do, and he was powerless to do more.

At this moment, Li Xingyun thought of everything he had seen along the way. There were corpses everywhere on both sides of the road, and the villages were abandoned. Sometimes you might not see any human habitation even after walking for hundreds of miles.

He had a deeper understanding of this chaotic world.

It’s really not easy to live in this world.