"So what if you make me angry!" Fan Tian shouted angrily, "If he likes it, he can come and kill me, but this bastard must die!"
Fan Hai was stunned when he heard the words. He opened his mouth to say something, but was speechless.
When Li Qianmo saw this, he sighed: "Senior Fan Hai, Brother Qinghuo, I accept your wishes. Since I did this, I should be responsible for it. Don't plead for me anymore."
Fan Tian looked at Li Qianmo with a sneer and said, "You have a lot of backbone. Do you think I dare not kill you?"
Li Qianmo shook his head and said sadly: "Is there anything in the world that Fan Tian dare not do?"
"You are knowledgeable." Fan Tian snorted coldly, "Boy, you are also a person. I don't want to bully you. Use your most powerful magical power to see how many moves you can withstand in my hands."
Li Qianmo shook his head numbly and said dejectedly: "No need, everything is my fault. If you want to kill me, senior, just kill him. I will never fight back, nor will I use my skills to resist." After saying this, he put his hands behind his back and closed them.
Blinded.
Fan Tian was stunned when he saw this, and then snorted coldly: "Qiao Zhang is doing this, in this case, don't blame me for being cruel!" After saying this, he slowly raised his right palm, and the air around him suddenly flowed violently, and there was a gust of wind.
The strong wind and air flow all went into Fan Tian's palm.
Fan Qingying had been watching in confusion, not understanding what they were saying, but seeing this scene, she finally knew that her grandfather wanted to kill this white-haired uncle.
She immediately ran up, grabbed Fan Tian's arm, and shouted loudly: "You are not allowed to harm uncle!"
Fan Tian was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at Fan Qingli, only to see her glaring at him angrily. Seeing such an appearance, he became even more annoyed, thinking: He has raised her for many years, but she turned around to help this person.
He was a person he had never met before. As soon as he thought about it, his hatred for Li Qianmo became even deeper.
When Li Qianmo saw Fan Qingying stopping Fan Tian, his heart trembled, tears soaked his eyes, and there was only one sentence in his mind: "It's worth dying now." Thinking of this, he suddenly shouted, "Come on!"
"Good boy!" Fan Tian said coldly, "Since you are bent on seeking death, then I will help you. I will only give you a slap in the face. From now on, all grudges will disappear. As for your life and death, I will leave it to fate!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he shot out a palm. The cyan palm print was condensed to the size of his palm, so that it would not damage Fan Qingying's tomb, and its power was increased several times.
He is a super master who has completed the four major levels of Hedao. The power of this palm is so powerful. However, Li Qianmo watched the palm force attack towards the front door without any intention of dodging or resisting. He just watched coldly.
The force of his palm flashed past and struck Li Qianmo on the forehead. Li Qianmo immediately flew out like a broken kite, crossed the thick forest, and fell to the bottom of the cliff.
Fan Qingli screamed in fright and froze on the spot, while Fan Qinghuo screamed and flew up, trying to save him.
"How dare you go over and try!" Fan Tian suddenly shouted coldly, and Fan Qinghuo froze in the air after hearing this, not daring to move.
"Everyone come back with me." Fan Tian ordered in a cold voice and turned around to leave. Fan Qinghuo turned to look at Fan Hai. Fan Hai shook his head helplessly, saying that he could not help. He stepped forward and picked up Fan Qingli, who was frightened and crying, and took Fan Qinghuo with him.
Went back.
That night, Fan Hai was meditating in his room. There was a knock on the door, and Fan Qinghuo's voice came: "Uncle, can I come in?"
"Come in." Fan Hai finished his work and said, got out of bed and sat down at the table. Fan Qinghuo walked in.
"Why are you looking for me so late?" Fan Hai asked.
Fan Qinghuo hesitated for a moment and asked, "Uncle, I want to see if Li Qianmo is still alive."
"It's useless." Fan Hai shook his head and sighed after hearing this, "You know your father's cultivation best. Although Li Qianmo is physically very strong, he is only a giant monk after all. Moreover, he did not use his luck to resist and was not hit by that palm.
It’s not bad to be shattered to pieces.”
Fan Qinghuo was stunned when he heard the words, and stood there silently, with a sad look on his face. After a long time, he sighed and said helplessly: "Although I feel sorry for my sister's death, Li Qianmo couldn't help it. We shouldn't blame all this.
To him."
Fan Hai nodded when he heard this and said: "You are right, but it is a pity that your father does not understand this truth."
Fan Qinghuo shook his head and murmured: "Maybe dad knows, but his sister's death was too exciting to him, and he couldn't control his emotions."
Fan Hai couldn't help but sigh after hearing this and felt sorry for Li Qianmo's death.
In the early morning, a clear stream shone with sparkling waves in the morning light, flowing around the mountains into the distance, and I don't know where it leads.
When we reached the foot of a mountain, the stream became shallow, and we could almost pull out pebbles from the bottom with our hands. Suddenly, a man floated on the water. When he got here, he rested on the gravel, and let the cold stream flow slowly beside him.
Pass.
This man's eyes were closed at the moment. He was dressed in a green shirt and long robe. His hair was as white as frost and snow, but his face was very young. His eyebrows were like knives extending into his temples. He was very handsome. He was actually Li Qianmo.
Li Qianmo was knocked down by Fan Tian's palm that day. He fell into the stream and drifted along the stream until he got stranded here.
Although he was hit by Fan Tian's palm to the vital part of the spiritual platform, his body was too strong. Moreover, Fan Tian actually withdrew 30% of his palm power at the last moment of the palm strike. It seemed to be extremely powerful, but in fact it had been deliberately suppressed by him.
, so Li Qianmo was only seriously injured and did not die. Moreover, after these days of self-recovery, his injuries have actually healed.
Li Qianmo stood in the stream for a long time, and his eyelids suddenly trembled, as if he had become conscious. After a while, his eyelids trembled again several times, and he slowly opened them.
"Wow..." He sat up from the water, turned around and looked around. He was a little confused and looked around for a long time. He lowered his head and looked at himself, as if he were looking at a stranger. He stood up blankly and stepped on the water with a splash.
Go ashore.
Standing on the shore, he still looked around with a blank expression. After a long time, he murmured: "Where is this? Who am I?"
He seemed to be unable to remember anything, and even forgot who he was. He walked to the stream and took a photo of the water, and saw clearly that he looked very strange and did not recognize him at all.
"What's going on? Why don't I know who I am? Why do I look so strange to myself..." He kept asking himself in a daze as he walked along the stream absentmindedly, leaving a line of footprints on the gravel.
.
After walking for who knows how long, the stream reached its end and merged into a small river. Li Qianmo turned around and looked around, and found a village not far away. Farmhouses were looming in the fields, and there seemed to be people working in the fields.
As soon as Li Qianmo saw someone, he immediately walked over and stepped onto the field. A farmer who was weeding in the field discovered him. He was very surprised to see a young man with white hair. When Li Qianmo came closer,
, he held a hoe in his hand and shouted: "Hey, brother, are you from another country?"
Li Qianmo turned around and looked at the farmer with a blank look, and found that he was a middle-aged man. He couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, do you know me?"
The middle-aged farmer was stunned by his question. He couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "How do I know you? I just saw you."
"Oh." Li Qianmo nodded disappointedly, turned around and prepared to leave.
The farmer felt that this man was strange, so he shouted: "Wait a minute."
Li Qianmo turned around and asked doubtfully: "Is there anything else?"
The farmer picked up the hoe and walked out of the field. He came to the field ridge and looked at Li Qianmo. He looked at his snow-white hair and said, "What's the matter with your white hair? You look like you are only twenty-five years old at most. How could you do this?" A head full of white hair?”
Li Qianmo picked up a lock of his white hair and looked at it, then looked at the farmer's black hair and asked, "Is all your hair black?"
"Of course!" the farmer shouted with eyes wide open, "You can only turn gray when you get older. You don't even know this."
Li Qianmo shook his head blankly: "I don't know anything, I don't even know who I am."
"What?" The farmer was shocked when he heard this, with a very wonderful expression on his face. This was the first time he heard that someone didn't know who he was. It was a strange news.
Li Qianmo said seriously: "I don't know my name or my identity. I can't remember anything about the past."
When the farmer heard this, he frowned and scratched his head. After thinking for a moment, he muttered, "You must have broken your brain."
"I don't know?" Li Qianmo shook his head blankly and said, "Anyway, I can't remember anything. If I think hard, I'll get a headache."
"Oh..." The farmer stroked his chin and muttered, looking at Li Qianmo and nodding frequently, "You may have injured your brain after a fall. This is really troublesome."
"What should I do?" Li Qianmo didn't understand anything at the moment and could only turn to the farmer for help.
The farmer couldn't help it. Looking at Li Qianmo's pitiful appearance, he sighed and said, "That's all. Come home with me for a meal first, and then ask Dr. Liu from the village to take a look at it for you."
"Ah, thank you very much, brother." Li Qianmo hurriedly saluted and thanked the farmer. He waved his hand politely and led him back with the hoe. The two chatted all the way home and exchanged names. They learned that the farmer's name was Ming Huai. .
After arriving at his house, Ming Huai's wife Wu hurriedly prepared the food. Li Qianmo also felt very hungry, so he ate with open belly. He ate five bowls of rice by himself, which made Ming Huai and his wife look straight in the eyes. They were really suspicious of him. I came here to cheat on food and drink.
After dinner, Ming Huai took him to the village head to see Doctor Liu for medical treatment. Doctor Liu took Li Qianmo's pulse and found that he had indeed been hit hard on the head, but could not be cured. Ming Huai could only take Li Qianmo back.
Li Qianmo knew that he couldn't just eat and drink at Ming Huai's house, so he took the initiative to help Ming Huai in the fields. He seemed to have endless energy when he worked, and he did it quickly and well. He could do as much as Ming Huai did three days a day. Therefore, Minghuai and his wife happily let Li Qianmo stay.
Life is very peaceful. Li Qianmo can never think of the past. He has no idea that he will be a monk who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth. He also does not know that he has a great reputation in the monastic world and can make people fearful. Now he only knows that he is Is a farmer.
Three months later, the peaceful days were broken. Li Qianmo and Ming Huai were harvesting rice in the fields. Suddenly, a beautiful figure walked along the field. A white gauze skirt floated in the wind, as beautiful as a nine-day fairy. Li Qianmo and Ming Huai were stunned when they saw the incomparably beautiful woman. Their mouths were open for a long time, but they didn't say a word.