My Father Is Definitely Possessed-Chapter 118 - 106: Pavilion Master, Don’t Be Angry—If He Has a Son, He’ll Definitely Be Born Without an Asshole
Li Hengsheng’s words made Li Jingsong frown slightly, and he couldn’t help but think of Li Changqing’s figure.
"Someone broke into Dao Mountain Ancient Land overnight, was discovered by a few Peak Masters of Dao Mountain Ancient Land, and caused quite a commotion, though no significant damage was done, and this person left without harming anyone," Li Jingsong glossed over it simply.
"This person is too bold," Li Hengsheng exclaimed, "Even dare to trespass Dao Mountain Ancient Land, do we know who it is?"
"We don’t know yet."
"This person is extremely powerful, with a wide array of tactics, even I couldn’t capture him, and he eventually got away," Li Jingsong said gloomily, "Don’t ask me more, huh, they’re definitely not a good person."
Previously, Xu Muhai had specifically instructed not to talk about Li Changqing with Li Hengsheng.
Li Jingsong expressed that he was too lazy to talk about Li Changqing.
Getting a setback from Li Changqing’s hands, there’s nothing much to say. Besides, even though Li Jingsong hadn’t asked for the reason, he knew that Li Changqing was so strong yet didn’t tell his son, perhaps he had his reasons, likely to protect Li Hengsheng, and it might bring danger to Li Hengsheng, so he wouldn’t mention it.
Seeing Li Jingsong looking rather depressed, Li Hengsheng stood up for Li Jingsong, saying directly: "The Pavilion Master is right, breaking into our Dao Mountain Ancient Land at night, they can’t be a good person. Pavilion Master Li, you just didn’t bother to deal with them, if you took it seriously, dealing with such a petty thief would be easy, right?"
"Of course, I just didn’t bother with them. You have a good eye, lad, come, have some tea," Li Jingsong said happily.
Perhaps if others flattered him this way, Li Jingsong wouldn’t feel much.
But when Li Changqing’s son flattered him by saying he was better than his dad, it made Li Jingsong feel quite pleased.
Even the tea in his cup felt sweeter.
Seeing Li Jingsong in high spirits, Li Hengsheng took the opportunity to say a few more words: "That’s right, such villains surely won’t have a good end, they’ll probably have a son without a hole in the future."
"Pfft!"
This sentence really made Li Jingsong unable to hold back and he sprayed a mouthful of tea directly onto Li Hengsheng’s face.
With a face full of water, Li Hengsheng looked bewildered.
What’s this?
Did I flatter too much?
"Sorry, sorry." Li Jingsong was also embarrassed and quickly took out a towel for Li Hengsheng to wipe his face, then hurriedly said, "As long as the intruder is not a good-for-nothing, that’s enough. Actually, it’s unnecessary for his son; maybe the son is a good kid."
"Pavilion Master, you’re just too kind. A dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, a mouse’s son will dig holes. If he’s not a good person, his son might not be anything good either," Li Hengsheng shook his head, not agreeing with what Li Jingsong said.
Good heavens.
The father is ruthless, and the son is not weak in the slightest.
Being ruthless to the extent of not even sparing himself, truly the mouse’s son will dig holes.
"By the way," Li Jingsong suddenly asked, "where’s your hometown?"
"Minghong State, Changting Town." Li Hengsheng replied.
"Is your father also from Changting Town?"
"This... probably not, I remember moving to Changting Town when I was young, but where we were before, I can’t recall. I had asked my father, but he wouldn’t tell me either," Li Hengsheng shook his head, memories from the past were very blurry: "Pavilion Master Li, why are you asking about this?"
"Nothing much, just casual conversation." Li Jingsong was mumbling in his heart.
That Li Changqing was also of Painting Saint’s cultivation.
Moreover, the figure on the tree that day... really resembled Monarch Yuehan too much.
Coupled with calculating by Li Hengsheng’s age, it indeed aligned around the time Monarch Yuehan faced trouble.
Could it be he really was Monarch Yuehan?
Too bad he couldn’t see his face that day.
If it were true, why would Monarch Yuehan appear in Minghong State? What had he gone through, why didn’t he recognize even himself?
How and why did he offend Realm Master Cangyuan back in the day?
So many puzzles, Li Jingsong was eager to know.
If it were him back in the day, he would definitely have sought justice for his brother in Celestial Sea City and made sure to get to the bottom of it.
If not for Monarch Yuehan, even for her, he would have done so.
But ever since he almost died at Void Dragon Island, was severely injured, Divine Soul impaired, irreversibly, and fell from the Painting Saint realm, he wallowed away ten years of his life.
For these ten years, he didn’t want to communicate with anyone, distancing himself from his relatives and friends.
He secluded himself in Dao Mountain Ancient Land, painting some artworks for it, and then hid in Futu Pavilion drinking alcohol.
Those were truly the darkest days of his life, and by the time he began to soothe the pain in his heart, it was already beyond seeking.
Monarch Yuehan had already been suppressed by Realm Master Cangyuan.
What could he, a High-Level Painter, do?
After chatting for a while, Li Hengsheng took his leave.
After Li Hengsheng left,
Li Jingsong remained silent there for a long time, unable to dispel Li Changqing’s figure from his mind.
In the end, Li Jingsong walked to the depths of Futu Pavilion, took out a wooden box from a hidden compartment, the box was very old, covered with a thick layer of dust.
He opened the box, inside was a letter.
The envelope had already yellowed; it was unclear how long it had been in there.
