"The king thinks you are the omen in the ballad, 'Xiaomu'. If conspiracy theorists encourage the king to murder you, then you are too dangerous." Wu Ming analyzed, his vision seemed to penetrate everything, "The desire for power will defeat everything.

Not to mention blood relations, in history, it was not uncommon for people to kill their fathers and children for the sake of the throne."

Li Xiaomu immediately thought of his previous life, when Liu Shao in the Northern and Southern Dynasties killed his father and usurped the throne, Li Shiming killed his brother Li Jiancheng and his brother Li Yuanji, and it was rumored that Cixi poisoned Guangxu...

Wu Ming's face had an unmistakable expression of "Besides, you are still a grandson."

"Well, I can't rule out this possibility." Li Xiaomu felt a chill in his heart when he thought of human nature.

The only things in the world that cannot be looked directly at are the sun and the human heart.

"If I told you that the king had planned to send support troops, but was stopped." Wu Ming looked at his apprentice, "Do you believe it?"

"Just to get rid of my father so that I can inherit the throne?" Li Xiaomu thought for a moment and asked.

This should be easy to deduce and search. Whoever is the profiteer is the suspect.

"There are always shadows under the sun." Wu Ming was silent, stood up, and walked towards a small hill on the right, followed by Li Xiaomu.

"I will find out whether my father was killed by an adulterer." Li Xiaomu said coldly to his master's back.

Wu Ming stopped in front of a dirt bag.

Li Xiaomu took a closer look and saw that no, it was a grave, a very low grave.

There are several exposed gravels on the red soil tomb, with sparse weeds growing on them.

Dogtail grass sways with the breeze.

There are no tombstones.

Wu Ming tore open the beef buns with soy sauce and placed them in front of the grave. He unscrewed the wine bottle and took out a stack of yellow paper from his pocket:

"General Hussar, I originally planned to come to pay homage to you yesterday.

"It just so happens that Xiaomu was admitted to Qingcheng College today.

"Finally, I have fulfilled your trust."

Is this dirt bag the tomb of the famous Hussars General? Is it his father's tomb? The tomb of the current king's son?... Li Xiaomu felt mixed emotions.

Once a person dies, nothing is left.

Once a person dies, he is nothing more than a handful of loess.

The fame, fortune, and fortune I once pursued are like this wisp of breeze. When the wind passes by, nothing will be left behind.

"Why are you lingering? Come here." Wu Ming ordered Li Xiaomu, "Come and comfort your father."

Wu Ming lit the yellow paper and poured wine. The flames became more intense. When the wind blew, the burned black paper ashes flew away.

Li Xiaomu knelt in front of the earthen bag, tore open the yellow paper and added it to the burning paper.

In the flames, my father wielded a tracer sword on the battlefield and fought hard. Blood splashed on his hands, arms, and face, mixed with rainwater.

My father looked towards the north, which was the direction of the capital city of Dasheng Kingdom.

Another wave of demonic black-helmeted men swarmed forward, their swords and spears piercing my father's armor.

My father fell in a pool of blood, and the tracer sword flew away.

A woman's face, a blurry face, with blurred triangular eyes, flashed in the flames, and the woman's moving lips let out a vicious scream:

"I want him to die!"

A gust of wind blew, and the father's image and the woman's blurred face disappeared.

Is it a sign? Is it a projection of space-time images?

My father's death is more like a conspiracy.

I want to avenge my father... A cry surged up in Li Xiaomu's heart, echoing in his mind for a long time. Although this skin belongs to the original owner, he will definitely not give up if I don't avenge him.

...

The yellow paper burned out, and the dog's tail grass swayed in the wind.

Li Xiaomu stood up and looked at the tomb, which extended to Wuduan Mountain and into infinity.

Turning around, there are small hills on the left and the main peak of Wuduan Mountain on the right.

The view ahead is wide, and you can see thousands of miles of fertile fields in Mizhi County.

It looks very much like a blue dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right.

Did the person who buried his father do it accidentally, or did he understand Feng Shui?

"Aren't you afraid of being exposed when you take me to escape?" Li Xiaomu turned to look at his master, wondering how his master concealed his identity when he was a child.

"At that time, in order to hide you better, I met your wife in the Western Regions and married her." Wu Ming said proudly, "At that time, people like me were very popular in Panhong County!"

"Don't you live in Mizhi County?" Li Xiaomu was puzzled.

"Later, I settled in Mizhi County. After all, it is closer to the general's tomb." Wu Ming told the truth, "For so many years, I didn't take you to worship your father's tomb, just to prevent others from knowing about you.

real identity."

Li Xiaomu nodded in understanding.

"How old was I when you took me to escape?" Li Xiaomu thought this was very important.

"The Battle of Wuduan Mountain lasted for more than two years. You must have been over a year old at the time." Wu Ming did some mental calculations and said, "Not long after the war broke out, your mother came to Wuduan Mountain. When I went to take care of you mother and son, we fought for a while.

It’s been more than a year.”

"Then do you know the 'lower resistance'?" Li Xiaomu asked, with hundreds of guesses in his mind.

"I've heard in the world that they prevent the development of super powers, but I don't believe it. That goes against my ability to awaken super powers." Wu Ming suddenly realized something and asked in surprise, "What, you?"

"Yes, Gu Xiaoxian found it." Li Xiaomu said bluntly, "Her judgment is that someone blocked my Qugu point when I was very young, and now it has evolved into a spiritual insect."

Wu Ming said "Huh", thinking, and said:

"I will take you wandering around in anonymity, and no one will have a chance to attack you.

"If we rule this out, we can only find it in Wuduan Mountain.

"If you were an enemy, why wouldn't I kill you?

"There is only one possibility: your mother is 'blocking' you."

"Why is she 'blocking' me, right?" Li Xiaomu looked suspicious and horrified, shaking his head and said, "Preventing me from developing my own super powers?"

"It's possible." Wu Ming nodded and shook his head, hesitatingly asking, "Is it to delay the development of your super powers?"

Li Xiaomu is still immersed in the "lower resistance" inference.

Wu Ming took out a shiny crystal the size of a thumb.

"What?" Li Xiaomu's eyes narrowed.

Wu Ming looked solemn and handed the cone-shaped crystal to Li Xiaomu: "This is the token your mother left for you. If you go to find her, you may need it."

Li Xiaomu took the crystal and turned it around to check.

A silver-white eight-sided crystal, each side is triangular, with irregular lines on it.

In terms of texture, the crystal is very hard.

Li Xiaomu had never seen such a crystal before and wondered: "What is it?"

Wu Ming seemed very sophisticated: "Rough diamonds come from the polar ice fields."

"What is it for?" It's not that he is ignorant, Li Xiaomu really doesn't know.

"This is something unique to the polar ice sheets. It is one of the hardest things in the world." Wu Ming said, "It has a huge role in developing superpowers. I don't know how to use it specifically. I have to ask the people there."

"Ask the people from the demon clan?" Li Xiaomu didn't want to get involved with the people from the demon clan.

"Aren't you going to the polar ice fields to find someone to get rid of your spiritual worms?" Wu Ming said with a smile, "If your mother is still alive, she should be there."

"What's my mother's name?" Li Xiaomu asked. If she is really the "underdog", he must find her.

"Yao——Meng——Yun." Wu Ming said almost word for word.

Li Xiaomu recited it twice in his mind, remembered his mother's name, and put the rough diamond into his pocket.

Wu Ming took off a string of rosary beads from his left wrist and handed them to Li Xiaomu solemnly:

"This is a relic left by your father."

Li Xiaomu took the rosary, a string of rosewood-colored rosary beads, which were very smooth to the touch.

When I picked it up and smelled it, there was a light fragrance.

"I wore it before, but I was afraid that if I left it for a long time, the rosary beads would become rough." Wu Ming explained.

"Is it very expensive?" Li Xiaomu asked sideways.

Wu Ming looked like you should consider it yourself and said:

"The wagtail incense rosary is said to have been given to your father by the king.

"It is a pill made from a mixture of Chinese medicinal materials, and has been consecrated by an eminent monk.
To be continued...