Traveling through the Lotus Tower: Li Lianhua, you must live well

Qin Po: "You are not a beggar, you have parents and brothers."

Then, without waiting for Li Xiangyi to ask, Qin Po told him his life story.

After listening to this, Li Xiangyi's eyes were filled with tears. He lowered his head, feeling extremely guilty.

It turned out that he was not an orphan, he also had parents and brothers who loved him, but he had forgotten them all.

Qi Mushan looked at Li Xiangyi with guilt and explained, "Xiangyi, my wife and I did not mean to hide your background, but this identity is really not a good thing.

Once it is leaked, it will bring you endless troubles. From ancient times to the present, the fight for the throne has always been a matter of life and death. Sometimes, even if you don't want to do it, someone will push you forward.

That road is not easy to walk on and is full of thorns. Master is reluctant to let you fall into conspiracy and intrigue because of your ridiculous life experience. You...you don't blame me."

Li Xiangyi's nose felt sour, he blinked hard, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master, how could I blame you.

Without Master and Madam, there would be no Li Xiangyi today. Master and Madam have been so kind to me, and I will never blame you."

Qi Mushan said happily: "Hey, hey, hey, okay, okay, I'm glad you don't blame me. I knew my disciple is a good kid."

Grandma Qin also smiled with relief, "Good boy."

The three masters and apprentices were very affectionate, but Shan Gudao and Feng Qing could not accept it.

The two were already seriously injured and had not received any treatment. After hearing Li Xiangyi's life story, they were so excited that they vomited blood.

It's just that Feng Qing felt ashamed for having recognized the wrong master and helping the Xibei guy to harm the real master, but he was also glad that his master was fine. At the same time, he felt happy and proud to have such an excellent master.

Shan Gudao did not believe that Li Xiangyi was the true descendant of the Nanyin royal family. He thought that Qimushan and Qinpo were deceiving him and that they wanted to steal his identity and give it to Li Xiangyi.

As soon as Li Lianhua saw Shan Gudao's expression, she guessed what he was thinking almost exactly and couldn't help but sneer.

He shook his head and said with pity, “You want to say that you have the jade pendant and birthmark of the Nanyin royal family as evidence, right?

However, the jade pendant was just the reward for you to take care of Li Xiangyi for a few days when your brother entrusted him to you before his death.

As for the so-called birthmark, that's even more ridiculous. It's not a birthmark, it's a scar."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiangyi searched Shan Gudao's body for a while and found the jade pendant.

He stroked the jade pendant and asked Li Lianhua, "Is this my brother's relic?"

Li Lianhua responded indifferently.

Seeing that Shan Gudao still didn't believe it, Qin Po asked him sarcastically: "Can you remember anything before you were eleven years old?"

Shan Gudao was stunned. He indeed couldn't remember anything from his childhood, but wasn't it normal for children to not remember things?

Qin Po said with disgust: “Not long after you went up the mountain, you had a high fever. When you woke up, you remembered nothing and forgot that you were a beggar.

Laogui and I thought that if you don't remember, then forget it. It's not a good thing anyway. But I didn't expect that it would make you delusional and think that you are of royal blood.

Oh, you are so bold. If a person like you can succeed in rebellion, then God is really blind. "

Qi Mushan sighed, "I didn't teach you well. At the beginning, I took you up the mountain, first because I felt sorry for you, and second because of Xiang Yi's face.

If I had known that taking you as my disciple would bring such a disaster and almost kill Xiangyi, I would never have brought you up the mountain. "

Li Lianhua glanced at Shan Gudao, touched his chin, and began to think. Should he be a good person and help him?