It is undoubtedly very hard to go to school. You have to get up before dawn and just wash up and set off. Just as Li Yanqing was about to walk out of the yard, Uncle Hu's voice came from outside.

Li Yanqing ran out and saw Uncle Hu walking into the yard with a whistle stick. He obviously had just arrived home. Although he had walked all night, he was still energetic.

Qing'er's mother came out and took the package from her husband's hand and smiled: "Dalang, Qing'er is so promising. She actually asked the clan leader to repair a house for him. The clan leader also sent him to study in the town. Qing'er temporarily lived in our house during this period."

Hu Sheng was not surprised. He had already felt Li Yanqing's uniqueness from the other hand.

"Uncle Hu, haven't my dad been back together?" Li Yanqing asked anxiously.

"He has something to do, he will have to be a little late before he can come back."

Hu Sheng's eyes were filled with appreciation for Li Yanqing, "The shopkeeper seems to like your books very much. If you want your father to stay for one or two more days, I will come back first."

He expected that the book could make money, but Li Yanqing still felt that he should go to the county by himself. His father was too honest and could not bargain at all.

At this time, Li Yanqing remembered something again and asked quickly: "Uncle Hu, has the surname Liu gone to find my father?"

Hu Sheng gave a thumbs up, "You really told me that, that guy sneaked to the county to collect debts. The first one looked for your father, and even drew his sword to threaten him. I happened to arrive, beat him up to the ground and beg for mercy. I took back the IOU, your father has already torn off, and he vowed not to cause trouble for your father again."

"Is he still in the county?"

"He is no longer here. He is from Dingzhou and has taken his family back to Dingzhou. I have been monitoring him from leaving the county town before I came back."

Li Yanqing sincerely said gratefully: "If Uncle Hu hadn't helped me this time, my father would be in trouble."

Hu Sheng touched his head and smiled, "It's just a little effort, go! You have to leave if you want to go to school. Someone is waiting for you in front!"

"Uncle Hu, aunt, I'm leaving!"

Hu Sheng and his wife took him out and watched his figure disappear into the fog.

At the fork in front, Li Er and Li San had been waiting for him for a while. In the night, the two brothers were stretching their necks to look here. Li San suddenly jumped up and pointed to the front and shouted happily: "Brother, he is here!"

Li Yanqing felt a little fond of his brothers in his heart and rushed forward.

"Brother Qing, I haven't finished my homework, and today is going to be miserable."

"It's okay! I'll help you get there when I go to school, it should be too late."

"Brother Qing, I haven't finished it."

Li Yanqing laughed, "You brothers are such a pair of live treasures!"

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This is the longest day of the year. When they walked to the town in the dark, it was the time for dawn and night to settle. The sky was about to be bright. The town was shrouded in a vast white morning mist, and the intersection of the school was ahead.

"Brother Qing, I'll tell you that our school is surrounded by graves and has been haunted."

The younger brother Li San pulled Li Yanqing's arm tightly, and his whole body was trembling with fear, but his curiosity made him unable to help but ask, "Brother, what kind of ghost is it?"

Li Yanqing smiled and slapped Li Er on the scalp, "Even your brother has never heard of this story. You just made it up!"

Li Er covered his head and said, "I didn't make up. I heard from my third aunt next door yesterday that a hanged ghost in white came out of the grave, his eyes glowing green, and his teeth were two feet long. He bit the neck and dragged it into the grave."

"I think it's like a wild dog."

"It's not a wild dog, it's a real ghost. My third aunt saw it with her own eyes, which scared her to get seriously ill."

"Brother, stop talking!"

Li San's hand tightly pinched Li Yanqing's arm. Li Yanqing felt that his skin was about to be broken by him. He finally broke his hand apart, "Don't pinch it, my bones are about to be broken."

Just then, Li Er suddenly screamed, pointed ahead and shouted in horror: "Brother Qing, there is a ghost in front... there is a place in front!"

In the vague mist, I saw a man with white all over standing one meter in front of me. He was not tall, but he looked very wide. His shoulders were triangular and a long thin neck stretched out from it. His face was not clear. He looked like a hanged ghost in white clothes.

The person opposite suddenly shouted angrily, "Li Yanqing, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Li Yanqing only felt that the voice sounded a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. At this time, Li Er shouted, "Brother Qing, the hanged ghost is looking for you, it's not my business!"

He turned around and ran towards the school. Li San was also anxious and ran behind his brother, "Brother, wait for me!"

Of course, Li Yanqing didn't believe in any ghosts. Most of the ghosts in the grave were torch robbers pretending to be to scare people away. Moreover, this is on the roadside of a small town, not a cemetery.

Li Yanqing was stunned for a moment, and finally remembered this familiar voice, and couldn't help laughing, "Gui Tian Wang, is it you?"

He heard that the voice was clearly Wang Gui who fought with him yesterday. What was the hanged ghost?

"Of course it's me, who do you think it is?"

Wang Gui was a little annoyed. He heard Li Er say that he was a hanged ghost, his grandmother, I am the king of heaven, not a ghost.

Li Yanqing still smiled and said, "You can't see clearly if you mist. What's the matter with the noble king looking for me?"

"Come with me!"

Wang Gui turned around and walked towards the opposite side of the official road. He immediately whirred, and as soon as he walked around, the mist covering his body dissipated. Only then did Li Yanqing see Wang Gui's true face clearly. He was wearing a paper-paste black hammer armor, and he seemed to be wearing a paper-pasteed phoenix winged trousers on his head. He was carrying a leather bag behind him, and three or four wooden weapons were inserted in the leather bag. The slender weapons exceeded the top of his head, and he actually looked like a thin neck of a hanged ghost.

Wang Gui's outfit made Li Yanqing almost laugh, "Puchi!" He covered his mouth and tried hard not to make him laugh out loud.

Wang Gui looked tragic, like a soldier who was about to go to the battlefield. He took Li Yanqing through the alley between the medicine shop and the quality warehouse.

Behind the shop is Tanghe. The fog on the river surface is heavier, and it is white. Most of the willow trees on both sides are swallowed up by the fog. The graceful figures are vaguely visible. There is a large grassland on the river bank, which is a place where students often come to play.

Wang Gui was very satisfied with his outfit, with authentic Song army armor made by famous artists.

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I am reluctant to wear that paste, but today is the first time I have been wearing it.

He threw the leather bag on the ground on the ground and said to Li Yanqing: "Brother Yue Wu said I shouldn't force you to worship the mountain and asked me to apologize to you. I can apologize, but you have to convince me first."

"Do you want to have another fight with me?" Li Yanqing asked with a smile.

Wang Gui held a wooden nine-section whip in his hand. He pointed to the leather bag on the ground with the whip, "Pick a weapon yourself. If you can defeat me again, I will apologize to you!"

Yesterday, Li Yanqing's punch made him feel dissatisfied. He thought about it all night but couldn't think of what tricks Li Yanqing used. He simply took out the weapon he was best at and duel with Li Yanqing again.

Li Yanqing reached out and pulled out a wooden knife from the leather bag. This handmade wooden weapon was very rough in workmanship and was sold to children in temple fairs.

"How to fight? Are there any rules?"

"Except for not being able to slap the head and face, you can do whatever you want."

Wang Gui shouted, waved the whip and rushed up. The speed was fast. The whip was pulled from the slant toward Li Yanqing's waist. This was a whip technique taught by the martial artists in his mansion, called "The King of Heavenly Kings to Conquer the Black Tiger". This move was virtual and real, and it was varied. He tried it out in the school and beat countless students. Wang Gui also received the nickname of the King of Heaven.

Unexpectedly, before others approached, Li Yanqing's wooden knife had already cut from his chest to his belly. Wang Gui seemed to have been imposed with a fixed method and was stunned for a moment. If it were a real knife, he would have been dismantled.

But.

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I didn't see him taking action!

But this doesn't matter, the key is whether you are.

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Already lost?

"Do you want to do it again?" Li Yanqing carried the wooden knife on his shoulder and asked with a smile.

"No more fight!"

Wang Gui threw the wooden whip to the ground and sat down by the river with a frustrated face.

Li Yanqing sat next to him and smiled, "It's normal that you can't beat me! Don't talk about you, even an adult may not be my opponent."

Wang Gui suddenly tilted his head and asked, "Brother Qing, did you really kill the Blood Wolf?"

"Of course, I'll kill him in two swords!"
Chapter completed!