Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Li Guanqi lowered his head, his body trembling slightly, holding the herbs in his hands, afraid to move.

But the man saw Li Guanqi's eyes that were not covered.

The man's face darkened, and he slapped Li Guanqi to the ground!

Bang!

"Damn it, how many times have I told you to cover your eyes!"

"You unlucky thing!"

"I lose money every time I see those eyes! I'll gouge them out sooner or later!"

Li Dashan's anger flared even more when he saw the scattered herbs, and he kicked Li Guanqi several times.

He roared, "Did you use money to buy medicine?!!"

"Did you! Did you!"

The boy had probably experienced such scenes countless times, hugging his head and trying to curl his body together.

Li Guanqi's eyes were numb, only hoping that this beating would pass quickly.

This hellish life began three years ago when they fled the famine and came to rely on this distant uncle.

The boy lying on the ground desperately protected the scattered herbs under his body.

The woman on the heated kang heard the noise and came over, stumbling as she pushed Li Dashan away, shouting, "Don't hit... don't hit the child..."

Seeing this, Li Dashan picked up a wooden board and smashed it on the woman's head!

Bang!

"You sick thing! Why waste money on treatment! You might as well die sooner!"

"If I had known, I would have sent you to the Zhao family as a servant, and your death could have brought more compensation!"

Blood flowed slowly down the woman's forehead, but she still desperately protected the boy, constantly begging, 'Don't hit the child.'

Li Guanqi suddenly felt a trace of warmth and stickiness on his face.

Blood...

Realizing what it was, the boy's face gradually became ferocious!

He struggled desperately out of the woman's arms, and with his familiar memory, he instantly grabbed the kitchen knife on the chopping board!

For the first time, he roared angrily at this uncle.

"Shut up!! If it weren't for your alcoholism and gambling, how would our family be like this!!"

"How would my mother's illness have been delayed again and again!! How would my sister have been sold to the Zhao family, and eventually worked to death!!"

"The one who deserves to die... is you!! It's you, Li Dashan!!!"

Li Guanqi roared at the man with a狰狞 face, venting the anger that had been suppressed in his heart.

The anger that had been suppressed for many years seemed to find a place to vent at this moment.

Li Dashan, who was full of alcohol, saw this and his face gradually became fierce, cursing.

"If it weren't for me giving you two a bite to eat back then, you would have starved to death outside the city. How dare you raise a knife against your father now?"

Li Shan looked around, searching for a handy weapon, but the boy's ears twitched, and he exerted force under his feet, instantly pouncing towards the man!

The kitchen knife flickered with a cold light in the moonlight outside the door. In his panic, Li Dashan grabbed a clay pot and smashed it at Li Guanqi!

The boy was thin but agile, and at the instant the man made a sound when lifting the heavy object.

With his extremely keen hearing, the boy had already dodged sideways.

Bang!!

Crash!

The clay pot shattered at Li Guanqi's feet, and with the sound of copper coins hitting the ground, the boy stood frozen in place!!

Because he understood what that sound represented...

His sister's ashes...

Those strings of copper coins looked so dazzling in the moonlight.

Li Dashan's joyful voice suddenly sounded: "Hahahaha!! Ten strings!!"

"I'm sure I can make a comeback this time!!"

"This time I'm going to win back everything with interest, hahaha!!!"

Li Guanqi, standing in place, trembled uncontrollably, his hands and feet numb.

For a moment, the scenes in his mind flashed back like a replay.

He had never had enough to eat since he could remember. He didn't know who his father was because he had never seen him.

He heard that he had died in the famine long ago.

The real nightmare began three years ago when he came to rely on this distant uncle.

Li Dashan often came home to take money. If he had money, he would either buy wine and get drunk, or stay in the gambling house for days.

The rice jar at home had never been full. Since he could remember, the hardships of the world had never spared them.

His mother fell seriously ill, but Li Dashan did not choose to treat her, but instead took the money to gamble!

To this day, he still remembers his mother grabbing him and begging bitterly, his face full of madness as he said.

"My luck is good today, I will definitely win! Then we can all live a good life!"

From then on, his mother became seriously ill, and his sister was sold to the Zhao family to be a maid.

And he begged on the streets for a living every day. It was already a blessing to be able to pick up two white flour buns today.

Enough for their mother and son to have a full meal.

But today... he came again!!!

Having learned from somewhere that his sister had died, he actually set his sights on the ten strings of copper coins!

Sometimes Li Guanqi would dream in his heart, how good it would be if he were also a flying immortal.

Perhaps the hardships of this world could spare him a little.

As Li Guanqi turned around, his ears were still filled with Li Dashan's curses.

"She's dead, why even burn the ashes!"

Li Guanqi slowly raised the kitchen knife in his hand!!

A trace of unbearable flashed in Song Wanrong's eyes, but she did not stop him after all.

She had long been disappointed in Li Dashan, knowing that she would not live long.

She didn't want Li Dashan to sell her children for money after she died.

"Perhaps... this is for the best."

Pfft!

The sharp kitchen knife plunged into his neck, and the boy only felt a warmth splash on his face.

Thump!

Li Dashan fell into a pool of blood with disbelief in his eyes.

And the boy who had experienced all this also softened and slumped to the ground.

Song Wanrong only felt dizzy and her eyes blurred.

Knowing that her life was coming to an end, Song Wanrong, whose body was gradually becoming cold, squeezed out a smile on her pale face with difficulty.

She softly called out, "Guanqi... come here."

Hearing his mother's voice, Li Guanqi quickly came to his mother's side, trembling as he hugged her.

Song Wanrong held Li Guanqi in her arms, not even looking at Li Dashan who was lying beside her.

She subconsciously covered Li Guanqi's eyes with her hand, and comforted his back, saying, "Guanqi, don't be afraid..."

"It's good to die, it's good to die."

"Come, raise your head and let Mom take a good look at you again."

Li Guanqi was so sensitive that he immediately noticed something.

When he looked up at his mother, tears were already streaming down his face, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Mom... are you going to leave me too?"

"What am I going to do..."

Song Wanrong's eyes were getting more and more blurred, and she looked up at the wind and snow outside the window, murmuring.

"Mom is useless, making you suffer..."

"In the future, you must become a strong and upright man."

"Marry a wife and have children."

"Mom... will be watching you from heaven."

"You must... live well."

"Go and see the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, the splendor of the world."

Pa-thump...

Li Guanqi felt the hand on his back droop weakly.

He roared in grief and anger, "Mom!!!"

He called out a few times but still didn't get any response.

Li Guanqi slumped in his mother's arms with a lost look in his eyes, muttering, "I... have no mother."

"I have no... family anymore."

Li Guanqi's eyes were red, and tears poured out uncontrollably.

He didn't speak, just carefully stroked his mother's face.

As if he wanted to remember his mother's appearance firmly in his mind.

Then the boy knocked on the shop hanging white silk again.

The fat boss impatiently opened the door, and saw that it was the boy who had come at night.

Immediately, anger surged up, "Why are you here again? Didn't you just come here when it was dark?"

"I'm telling you, we do business with a clear conscience, I really didn't overcharge you for the ten copper coins!"

The barefoot boy standing in the wind and snow lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "My mother is dead too, can you help me move her..."

"I... I can't carry her..."

The boss heard this and suddenly felt choked, the anger in his heart had long dissipated, replaced by a face full of heartache.

The boss took down the door panel and pulled the boy into the house, putting an old tattered coat that the family didn't want on him.

His voice was a little choked as he said, "Warm up first... I'll put on my clothes and go out."

"You child... your life is too hard. If you don't mind, you can be my helper in the future."

"I won't say how much money I'll give you, but at least you won't starve to death."

The boy, who was no longer crying, was overwhelmed by the boss's sudden concern, and squatted on the ground and wailed.

Li Guanqi felt the scorching fire in front of him, and slowly knelt on the ground.

He kowtowed heavily to the stove.

"Mom, I will never forget your kindness, Guanqi will definitely live well!"

In the sky, Su Xuan, wearing a gray robe, silently watched this scene.

While calculating with his fingers, he couldn't help but sigh softly, and said softly: "Fate is like this, even if I am here, there is no way to change fate against the heavens."

When the boy returned home in the wind and snow, Su Xuan was standing outside his door.

After Li Guanqi sensed someone, he said in a hoarse voice, "Who are you looking for?"

The old man's hand flashed with light, and he took out a thick cotton coat and draped it over the boy's body.

He squatted down and held the boy's already frozen hands with his warm hands.

Even the old man, who had seen thousands of hardships in the world, couldn't help but sigh at the boy's experience that night.

Su Xuan said softly, "Child, are you willing to come with me?"

"From now on, I will be your grandfather, and we will leave here."

The boy's eyes had already become numb, but he felt a warmth in his hands that he had never felt before.

Tears slid down his eyes uncontrollably, and he said in a trembling voice, "Can I eat my fill..."

Su Xuan felt a pain in his heart, and put the boy in his arms and said in a low voice, "Yes!"

"Not only can you, but I can also let you eat your fill and dress warmly every meal!"

The boy nodded slightly, and then only left two graves outside this desolate wilderness, with tombstones erected.

Ten strings of copper coins, along with his mother's ashes, were buried in the tomb.

Only one copper coin was left by Li Guanqi, kept in his arms, as a memento.