There is no calendar in the mountains, and I don’t know the year after the cold is over.

A decades of cultivation career, it is not too long or too short.

In Li Dalang's impression, a few years passed after a closure. For him, decades were just a few more closures.

When it is late at night, longing will always come to my heart.

I thought that my longing for my relatives would become more and more blurred under the erosion of time, but who would have thought that my longing would climb up the wall of my heart like a creeper, keep rising, and finally lingering in my heart.

——Father, brother…

After leaving Hongshuicheng and coming to the sect, Li Dalang thought he could face the longing calmly.

But,

Whenever night falls,

When he was alone in the moonlight,

The shadow reflected,

It directly dyed the sad night with loneliness.

...

Li Dalang stood there, his mind roaring.

"Xiaolang... tell me what happened!"

You know, he had quit the sect a few years ago, and as soon as he returned to Hongshui City, he was told by Li Xiaolang that his father had died of illness. Even in the following years, he still firmly believed in what his brother said.

——Who ever thought that Li Xiaolang actually lied!

"Tell me quickly, Xiaolang! How did my father die!"

Li Dalang shook his brother's shoulder excitedly and completely lost his attitude. This fact is so important. How could he not even know the cause of his deceased father's death?

Feeling Li Dalang's anxiety, Li Xiaolang pushed away his hand and spoke lightly: "Well, Li Dalang, do you remember what I said when you came back?"

Li Dalang's eyes were dull: "You, you said that my father died of illness... and you took me to see my father's tombstone!"

"Yes, I took you to my father's tomb at that time... So Li Dalang, do you know what the body under the tombstone looks like?"

"corpse?……"

Li Dalang was stunned and looked dull.

Li Xiaolang's eyes began to become extremely sharp. He took a deep breath and roared loudly at Li Dalang:

“Dear Cultivator!

My father was cut by someone for more than a dozen times!

Before his death, he fell in a pool of blood and wailed in pain!...

His pain,

Do you, a noble cultivator, know?”

Hearing this, Li Dalang's legs and feet became weak. He grabbed his brother's hand tightly, his face pale:

"More than ten knives... Xiaolang, why didn't you tell me at that time? Why didn't you tell me??"

Li Xiaolang shook Li Dalang's hand away and held his collar tightly: "Li Dalang! I tell you, you are such a bastard, you caused your father to die tragically on the street!"

Li Dalang's eyes were full of empty eyes and his expression was dazed.

"...what did you say?...I was the one who caused it?"

Li Xiaolang looked at him coldly: "After you left, my father opened a stone gambling stall. After a few days, a man cut him to death while buying stones!"

"……Why!?"

"Why? Then ask yourself!"

Li Xiaolang let go of his hand and his eyes were cold.

"The man scolded while chopping, 'Your son killed my child, I want you to pay your life!'... Dear Master Cultivator, what did you do after you awaken your spiritual roots and gain spiritual power before you were taken to practice?"

Listening to these words, Li Dalang subconsciously shook his head, his body trembled, and his mind roared!

"What... it turned out to be that time..."

Then, he suddenly widened his eyes and shouted hysterically: "No! Why is this happening... It was obviously not intentional!..."

Looking at Li Dalang's sudden awakening, Li Xiaolang snorted coldly: "Supreme immortal, you remembered it, right?"

"Xiaolang...Why didn't you tell me when I came back!...Why!"

Li Xiaolang sneered.

"Why don't you tell you? Of course it's because I don't want to tell you!"

His volume keeps increasing!

"How can the noble immortal care about the life of mortals?... Awesome immortal, he killed someone after awakening his spiritual roots, and left after he finished killing... I, Li Xiaolang, really admire you!"

Li Dalang was breathing rapidly, as if he was overwhelmed by this cruel reality: "...Is this the reason why you never recognize me as your brother?"

"Ha! Li Dalang, do you think you are worthy? The man ran away after killing his father and has not been caught yet. I learned that the guy likes gambling stones very much, so I decided to open a gambling stone stall, hoping that one day he will appear in front of my stall... It will take decades to open!"

Li Xiaolang's expression became ferocious.

Hope is slim and the process is difficult... I, Li Xiaolang, enjoy it!

"As a great immortal! Have you ever thought that your mistakes will be borne by your own relatives? Have you never seen my father's tragic death? Have you never seen the tears your brother shed day and night?... Do you still want to advise me not to open a gambling stone stall? Tell me, what qualifications do you have to persuade me! You are not worthy at all!"

"If I can't wait for a day, I will wait for another day, if I can wait for a year, I will wait for another year! I have always remembered his appearance. As long as he appears in front of my stall, I will recognize him on the spot!

So what if you are a cultivator?

Can you protect your father?

Although I, Li Xiaolang, are just a mortal, I can still avenge my father alone!

You, Li Dalang...

Not worthy of avenging him!”

Li Xiaolang suddenly pushed his brother away and walked forward. Listening to his younger brother's thoughts, Li Dalang looked dull and stood there motionless.

Looking at his brother's back, two tears scratched his cheeks.

...

I thought these words would be deposited in my heart and would never be dug out. Unexpectedly, I said them anyway.

Li Xiaolang walked aimlessly on the street, his thoughts flying.

"Am I too much?"

After calming down, he thought about what he said just now and sighed deeply.

In fact, Li Dalang has always been very nice to him.

When he learned that he was setting up a stall, he helped him find a better job, and when he learned that he had done something wrong, he dissuaded him in time. When he learned that he was in danger, he rushed to save him...

——But in the past few years, he only wanted to bury his father's true cause of death in his heart and was unwilling to tell Li Dalang.

Partly because of complaints, partly because of sadness.

He wants to prove himself!

Although I have no spiritual roots and cannot become a cultivator who flies to the sky, I have enough perseverance! I can chase this slim hope day after day, year after year.

Although this approach is extremely stupid and hope is almost slim and despairing... I still want to do my best to catch the murderer who killed my father with my own hands!

No matter how stupid you are, no matter how stupid you are, I have to rely on my own efforts to achieve it!

As for you,

Li Dalang,

It’s better to be your fairy honest!

I will do all these things, so don’t cause trouble again!

My father has spirits in heaven, so I definitely don’t want you to help him take revenge!

…

Sighing deeply, Li Xiaolang leaned against the wall of the shop next to him and hugged his head sadly, and his heart was filled with sorrow.

"Brother, why did you never think about your family before?..."

In his impression, Li Dalang, as a child, always liked to use violence to solve problems. Thinking of this, it was no surprise that he accidentally killed someone after awakening his spiritual power.

After taking several deep breaths, Li Xiaolang stood up straight.

His wife did not know the true cause of his father's death. Since she had confessed to Li Dalang now, she would not have to hide it from her wife.

He planned to go back and talk about this to his wife.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
To be continued...