After Wu Shiwan's death, the "corpse refining array" that enveloped Lingxiu Villa began to slowly dissipate.

Because the "Corpse Refining Array" is not complete, it is far from being comparable to the real Soap Pavilion Sect Forbidden Technique, and the duration is not too long, so except for the maid family Ding and a small number of Zhuang Ke who have turned into living corpses before, the rest of the people can be regarded as picking up a life, but how to deal with the endgame is a headache for Li Xuandu, no matter what, this matter is because of him and Hu Liang, and he must always give an explanation.

Li Xuandu pondered his words for a while, and slowly spoke: "This matter started because of me, but people can't be resurrected after death, and I hope you will mourn." ”

The big owner He Jin was silent, the third owner Wang Lie wanted to speak and stopped, several old people whose identities were not as good as the three owners were still shocked, and they were taken by the terrifying power of Hu Liang's last knife, and no one answered for a while, and finally the second owner Yue Zuo said: "In the evil way, people are causing disaster to the world, not talking about heavenly principles and human feelings, acting arbitrarily, and which places in each state and government are not suffering from it, it has long been known to everyone, and everyone dares to be angry but dare not speak, this time." The matter of the 'corpse refining array' is fundamentally because people in the evil way are mad and crazy, and Mr. Li can have compassion, but he doesn't have to feel guilty. ”

Li Xuan was a little surprised, because Yue Zuo's words were completely excused for him, and he didn't mean to pursue it at all.

After Wang Lie heard this, his heart suddenly dawned, and he couldn't help but secretly say that Mr. Yue was thoughtful, in terms of the current situation of Lingxiu Villa, even if he wanted to settle accounts with Hu Daxia and Mr. Li, it was not enough, rather than tearing his face because of these dead people, it was better to use this matter to logically form a little incense, after all, listening to Mr. Li's words, there seemed to be a sense of guilt compensation.

In addition, Wang Lie also knows a little bit about the personality of the owner of the big village, not only with a little bit of the pedantic spirit of a scholar, but also far less open-minded than the old owner, afraid that he will say something inappropriate at this time, Wang Lie hurriedly said: "What Mr. Yue said is extremely true, the so-called Jianghu Erlang Jianghu death, this is the number of lives, and he can't force it, Mr. Li doesn't have to blame himself for the mistakes of people in such evil ways." Moreover, Chen Guhong, who robbed the foundation of Nanshan Park of my Lingxiu Villa, died at the hands of Hu Daxia and Mr. Li, from this point of view, the two of them have been greatly favored by my Villa. ”

When the two of them said this, they had already set the righteousness, even if it was the big owner He Jin, he couldn't say anything else, but the big owner's expression at this time was not very good-looking, and he was obviously quite dissatisfied with the "self-assertion" of the two owners.

Li Xuandu glanced at Hu Liang.

Hu Liang understood and said: "It is my generation's work to do chivalrous righteousness, since Nanshan Garden is the foundation of Lingxiu Villa, it is our duty to help Lingxiu Villa get it back." ”

Hearing this, Wang Lie's eyes lit up, they originally planned to befriend Hu Liang in order to take back Nanshan Garden, and now with Hu Liang, the northwest hero's personal guarantee, then the matter is settled, compared with the foundation of the villa, the lives that died before are nothing.

It is said that human life is a matter of heaven, but as long as it does not involve oneself, how many people will take it seriously? Even the disgruntled He Jin heard Hu Liang's words, the expression on his face was a little soothed, after all, the six words "revitalize Lingxiu Villa" are like boulders pressing on his heart, and now he can not only keep the foundation of the villa, but also return the Nanshan Garden that his father had in mind before he died, which is worthy of his ancestors, so that the others have become trivial.

As for the other people in the villa, they had just escaped death and were in shock, and they had seen the terrifying force of Hu Liang and Li Xuandu, and several owners of their own village had also set the tone, and they had no objections, and they were all busy echoing the voice.

Seeing this scene, Li Xuandu could only sigh lightly.

Whether human life is a matter of heaven or human life is like a mustard, can only be seen by the benevolent. Since Lingxiu Villa has no objection to this, it is not good for him to say anything more, so he acquiesces in this matter, which can be regarded as a conclusion.

As the night deepened, several owners and the old people of the village dispersed, and they had to clean up the mess, and the dead should be compensated, and the living should be appeased. The Jianghu sect is most afraid that the people's hearts will be scattered, if the people's hearts are scattered, it will be such as the Wudao Sect, which is the world's leading sect, will also be torn apart, and the infighting will not stop, and even endanger the fundamentals.

The red dust, the vast world, bustling, how many disputes, all kinds of things. In the end, they can't escape the words fame, fortune, and hatred. The relationship between people starts from what ends with what ends. People make friends with profit, and people are scattered; people value their reputation, and their reputation is light; people make friends with affection, and love becomes hurt; people use hatred and hatred for life; people make friends with power, and when they go to power, they will be abandoned; people make friends with power, and if they lose power, they will abandon it; people will have friendship with love, and people will be hurt when they die in love. Only by communing with the heart can we persevere, so in the final analysis, it is still the word human heart.

It is difficult for people's hearts to gather and disperse, so as the head of a sect and a faction, how to unite and stabilize people's hearts has become a top priority.

On Li Xuandu's side, Hu Liang went through two fierce battles, suffered a lot of injuries, and after taking the pill, he recovered from his injuries again in a pseudo-death state, and the little girl couldn't stay up all night, so she also went to sleep, leaving Li Xuandu alone to keep vigil.

The night rain is lonely, one person sits dry, and it is best to have another person, or talk with his hands, or talk with his knees.

So Li Xuandu invited Yue Zuo, the second owner of Lingxiu Villa, to come and talk.

This person who has the highest cultivation in Lingxiu Villa did not refuse, and readily agreed.

The two sat opposite each other in the hall, outside the door was the majestic night rain, and the cold night breeze blew in, but it was already a bit of autumn cold.

Yue Zuo seemed to be a little intolerant of the cold, his hands were hidden in his sleeves, and his shoulders shrunk.

Li Xuandu flipped his palm and took out a small red clay stove from the "Eighteenth Floor" on his wrist, and then there was a pot of spring water and a bundle of firewood.

Although it is a red clay stove, it is actually made of red copper, and the spring water is a jade pot, and the bundle of firewood is even more revealing a faint purple, which is obviously not ordinary.

But what surprised Yue Zuo the most was the string of "eighteen floors", the second owner of Lingxiu Villa sighed: "Yue thought that he had overestimated Mr. Li, but he didn't expect to underestimate Mr. Li, such a treasure of Nasumeru in mustard seeds, even many masters of the True Realm may not be able to have one, and Mr. Li is proficient in various martial arts, from which it is inferred that Mr. Li's background must be extremely extraordinary, even if you look at the world, few people can compare." ”

Li Xuandu was noncommittal, and said with a smile: "Brother Yue is also an extraordinary person. ”

Yue Zuo said humbly and sincerely: "I don't dare to compare with Mr. Li." ”

After Li Xuandu skillfully set up the stove, he said: "There is a poem: 'Green ants make new wine, red clay small stove. If you want snow in the evening, you can drink a glass of nothing. In the early years, I wandered around, I didn't care about these, after going to the imperial capital, I saw the wealth of the world, so I made such a set of red clay stoves elegantly, and never learned the literati Yashi warm wine, but only occasionally made tea, which can be regarded as a tyrannical thing. ”

As he spoke, Li Xuandu had already built a stove, and it was strange to say that these firewoods burned without the slightest crackling sound or smoke.

Yue Zuo looked at the firewood that had already lit a fire in the furnace and asked softly, "This is not ordinary charcoal, it seems to be sandalwood?"

Li Xuandu nodded, and said concisely: "I got it by chance." ”

As he spoke, he took out another pot of tea leaves, took out a little and put it in the pot on the stove.

The tea leaves curl like a bird's tongue, and there is an even layer of fine white fluff on the edges, and the tea fragrance curls as the mountain spring water rolls in the pot.

Li Xuandu's tea-making technique was clumsy, and he even omitted the steps of washing the tea, but Yue Zuo didn't care, just waited patiently, and waited until Li Xuandu personally poured a cup for him and took a sip, then he said, "Is it this year's Ming Qian?"

Li Xuandu poured himself another full cup, "It was before the Ming Dynasty last year, when I was in Jiangnan, a friend gave me two catties, put it in the jar, seal it, and put it in this Sumeru." ”

Yue Zuo said in surprise: "It looks like it has just been picked before tomorrow this year." ”

Li Xuandu smiled, "Actually, it's not a good tea, when I was in Huainan Mansion, I once met a master who opened an inn and gave me a cup of tea and a pair of hexagrams, tea is good tea, hexagram is good hexagram." ”