Chapter 737

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way; Ask where the restaurant is. The shepherd boy points to Xinghua village.

Qingming Festival is one of the 24 solar terms. On or after April 5 of the Gregorian calendar, there are tomb sweeping, outing, willow planting and other activities on the old custom day.

On this day, the drizzle kept falling. The scenery was cold and bitter, and so was people's state of mind.

Li Qiang has been in poor condition since he gave up his apprenticeship.

At first, I would laugh and play with my three roommates. I couldn't fit it at the back. I simply broke the jar again, like a walking corpse, wandering around and drowning my worries with wine.

dusk.

It's getting darker.

Walking in the sparsely populated mountains, Li Qiang looked up at the gloomy, thundering sky from time to time. Without saying a word, he seemed to be thinking about something.

After a while, he began to walk towards the south.

We have come to an undeveloped peak, where weeds are overgrown and strange rocks are jagged. Who flows out of the rock crack keeps clattering, and the air is filled with a faint smell.

Not far ahead, a square tombstone came into view.

Li Qiang was stunned.

Just because there was a woman standing in front of the tombstone.

The tombstone is engraved with a few simple lines: the tomb of Jiang Xiaoyu.

The woman stared at the tombstone for a while, turned around and just saw Li Qiang. She couldn't help but be stunned: "is it you?"

"Why are you here?"

Li Qiang was even more surprised.

This woman is no one else. She is actually the new disciple, Jiang Rong.

"Why can't I be here?"

"Here, but my sister's grave."

Jiang Rong sneered.

"Your sister?"

Li Qiang's body shook and suddenly thought of something!

Jiang Rong, Jiang Xiaoyu.

All surnamed Jiang?

Moreover, he remembered that when he fell in love with Jiang Xiaoyu before, Jiang Xiaoyu told him that he had a very good sister who studied abroad.

Is it Jiang Rong?

No wonder they look so alike. They are sisters or twins!

Li Qiang's thoughts are a little confused.

At first, Yang Dongcheng took Jiang Xiaoyu from him.

Now, Jiang Rong, Jiang Xiaoyu's sister, actually threw herself into the arms of Yang Dongcheng?

"Are you also here to worship my sister?"

When Jiang Rong came to Li Qiang, a mean smile appeared on her face, "I think you'd better go. After all, my sister doesn't like you. What's the point of you coming here? Be amorous?"

Li Qiang's face was a little blue, but he didn't refute.

Maybe Jiang Rong is right.

Everything about him and Jiang Xiaoyu is his own love.

"I advise you to go quickly. Brother Dong will come soon. When he sees you here, he must have no good fruit to eat!"

Jiang Rong said expressionless.

"You... What are you talking about? Yang Dongcheng is coming too? Does this beast deserve it?"

Li Qiang was stunned and immediately became angry.

"What are you excited about? You're here. Why can't brother Dong come?"

Jiang Rong rolled her eyes and didn't have a good airway.

"Do you fucking know that Xiaoyu was killed by Yang Dongcheng?"

Li Qiang gritted his teeth: "if it weren't for him, Xiaoyu wouldn't commit suicide... And as her sister, why, why -"

"What? Why? Naturally, it's because Yang Dongcheng is very attractive and promising. My sister chose him until the last moth to the fire. It was her will. I believe she won't regret it under the yellow spring."

"Otherwise, can you really give you this waste that doesn't even have a spiritual pulse for a lifetime?"

Jiang Rong sneered.

Li Qiang clenched his teeth and clenched his fists.

"I don't know if you've heard that most of the tastes of twins are very similar. My sister used to like Yang Dongcheng. As a sister, I fell in love with this man on the first day of xuantianzong. I'm deeply fascinated by both his appearance and his identity."

Jiang Rong said, his face full of intoxication.

But Li Qiang felt unspeakable nausea. He looked at her coldly and said, "so you don't hate Yang Dongcheng for Xiaoyu's death?"

"Are you stupid?"

Jiang Rong looked contemptuous and said, "my sister committed suicide. It's none of brother Dong's business. It's purely her own glass heart. If I were, I would be reluctant to die and stay with brother Dong all my life!"

"You are shameless!!"

Li Qiang was so angry that he couldn't bear it and slapped him.

Pop!

Jiang Rong covered her face and said in shock, "you... You hit me? You smelly loser who has no spiritual pulse dare to hit me?"

Without the word "spirit pulse", it was like a knife, which cut Li Qiang's heart and made him angry!

When he raised his hand and wanted to slap again, a roar came suddenly:

"Stop!!"

Behind him, Yang Dongcheng walked quickly with his cuntou brothers.

"Li Qiang, you fucking touch my woman? Are you tired of living?"

Yang Dongcheng said angrily.

Cuntou and others immediately surrounded him angrily.

"You dogs, men and women, have no humanity!"

Li Qiang hated.

"What are you talking about?"

Yang Dongcheng was so angry that he turned blue and immediately waved, "catch him!"

Several younger brothers rushed up at once.

Li Qiang, who didn't sleep well these days, fought desperately, but he was still outnumbered and soon fell to the ground.

"Rongrong, how did he hit you just now? You can return it now." Yang Dongcheng said.

"Thank you, brother!"

Jiang Rong was overjoyed and turned to Li Qiang with a vicious smile on his face. He raised his hand and slapped him in the face.

Pop, pop, pop!

She shot very hard, hit Li Qiang with swollen faces on both sides, and still refused to stop!

After enough venting, the cuntou pulled Li Qiang's hair, dragged him to Jiang Xiaoyu's tombstone, and sneered, "what's the taste of being beaten in front of the once beloved woman?"

Li Qiang was in pain and wanted to resist, but he had no strength at all.

He kicked him in the stomach with an inch of his head.

"Wow -"

Li Qiang couldn't help it. He spit out a lot of filth and fell on the tombstone.

Ha ha ha ha!

The whole audience burst into laughter!

Everyone, look at him like a clown!

"Is it finished? Is it finished? Can I take him away?"

An indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

Yang Dongcheng and others were surprised and hurriedly looked for prestige. They were afraid that the high level of the sect came.

Not far away, an old man in straw sandals and rags came slowly.

When Li Qiang saw his moment, his gloomy eyes suddenly became bright and trembled: "Gao... Grandpa master?"

"Where's the bad old man? Fuck, get out of here if you don't want to die!"

An inch of head scolded fiercely.

The old man did not leave, but glanced at Li Qiang lying on the tombstone and said expressionless, "is this the reason why you escape?"

Li Qiang was stunned.

Then he lowered his head with a bitter smile.