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Chapter 108 Putting on the Vest
The boat went down the river, parting the mist on the river. Yang Liang stood on the bow of the boat with his hands behind his hands, and gradually went away amidst the curses and songs.

"Qingyang, Qingyang..."

Old Man Li hugged his son and cried out.Li Qingyang, who was in his arms, stretched out his hand and said with his last strength: "Good poem, good poem..."

Yang Liang turned around and saw that he was dying.At this time, I am still thinking about good poetry. I am probably a reading fanatic. No wonder I am arrogant and crazy.

As soon as Yang Liang hit the boat, the boat moved slowly. After two or three miles, it stopped on the other side of the river.

Old Man Li held his son in his arms and whimpered, but he could no longer cry.

Yang Liang glanced down and saw that Li Qingyang's breath was getting weaker and weaker. Although there were no scars on his body, there were bruises and his cheeks were blue and swollen.

This was a wound caused by a stick. The wound was under the skin, and the blood poison could not be released. Even gods could not save it.

"My father-in-law, my father-in-law..." Yang Liang heard the voice and said, "You have to value your own body."

At this time, Li Qingyang stretched out his hand and pointed weakly at Yang Liang.

Yang Liang leaned down and heard him say in a weak voice: "Good poem, good poem. The poem is not finished yet. After reading it, listen to me..."

Yang Liang sighed softly and whispered a few words in his ear.

The more Li Qingyang listened, the wider his eyes opened. Just waiting for Yang Liang to read, his eyes suddenly widened and a strange light appeared in his eyes.

"What a poem!"

Then, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, his whole body softened, and the light in his eyes gradually disappeared.

"Bao'er, bao'er..."

Old Man Li called out his son's nickname, but there was no response.Suddenly, there was a thunder, and Old Man Li howled.

"Old man, mountains and rivers meet each other. This dead person is dead, but the living person must still live. My condolences to you, old man." Yang Liang knew that it was superfluous to say anything at this time, so he bowed and said, "Let's say goodbye. See you again in the future."

"Strong men, strong men stay."

Old Man Li patted the dirt on his body and said, "Young man, you can save my son so that my father and son can see each other one last time. Please accept my respect, strong man."

Yang Liang turned his back and refused to accept this gift.However, Old Man Li bowed to the end. He raised his head again and stared at Yang Liang's profile. Suddenly he was stunned and said in his mouth:
"It seems, it really seems."

Yang Liang asked puzzledly: "Old man, what are you talking about? What's so good about you?"

Old Man Li said: "Strong man, can you do me a favor and carry my son off the boat and dig a grave for my son?"

Yang Liang nodded in agreement and carried Li Qingyang out of the boat. Old Li was so grief-stricken that he was buried hastily by the river.

After a while, Yang Liang patted the dirt on his body and felt that it was time to leave.

"Strong man, can you promise me one more thing?" Old Man Li said, wiping his tears.

Yang Liang is already a little reluctant. He still has big things to do. If he wants to continue his life as a fugitive, why should he care for you here until the end of his life?

"My little son has been a fan of studying since he was a child. This time the imperial court offers Enke, he is determined to get it, and he must be on the list. However, it is not a holiday, and I, a white-haired person, have to work hard to give away a black-haired person."

Old Man Li wiped his tears and said: "Strong man, I think your appearance is very similar to that of my son. Can you use the name of my son to participate in this encore? If you are on the list, you can also do it for me." Make your son famous."

"This……"

Yang Liang was startled, as if there was thunder in his heart.

"Ugh……"

Old Man Li sighed, with indescribable sorrow in his voice: "Come on, the strong man is still a living person in the world, and my son is already a ghost in the underworld. Besides, this is a matter of losing one's head. How can the strong man be happy? It's me. He was crazy and said stupid things.”

"Old man."

Yang Liang also took a deep breath and said: "What are you saying? A real man regards money as dirt and loyalty as a big thing. Your young master listened to me reciting a poem before he died. We are friends in this life." They are brothers who cannot be torn apart. Between friends, why can't I throw this head away to fulfill your last wish before your death?"

Old Li was stunned. He didn't expect that Yang Liang would agree so happily.

Could this be the legendary ancient chivalrous man who was so heroic and courageous?

Looking at a face similar to his own son, he couldn't say anything and felt close to him in his heart.

"Strong man, please follow me home, and I will show you the way to the dog's diploma."

Old Li's home was nearby, a thatched house on a hillside. Yang Liang saw that the walls were drafty and the furnishings in the house were extremely simple.

"What a joke to the strong man." Old Man Li said: "Originally, my family still needs a few acres of land, but my son is not engaged in production, and he is old and frail. He gradually lost it to others and can only live here."

"There are great scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no white men who come and go, how can they be so shameless." Yang Liang flattered.

"There are no great scholars, there are quite a few debt collectors."

Yang Liang: "..."

He led Li Qingyang's path to diplomacy before his death and said: "There are still some old clothes here, which were left by Quanzi during his lifetime. If a strong man doesn't dislike them, just take them with you."

Yang Liang tried it on and found that not only his appearance but also his body shape were similar to Li Qingyang's.

"Why don't you, strong man, take off your inner clothes?"

Yang Liang waved his hand: "This is a gift from an old friend. I dare not leave it."

Li Qingyang nodded, thinking to himself, this is also a person who values ​​friendship and loyalty.

Yang Liang put on Li Qingyang's old robe and tied up his hair. Old Li looked at it in amazement.

Like, really like.

Even when I am stunned, I may even misread it, as if my son is really resurrected.

"Zhuangshi, I leave this matter to you. If you are really named on the gold list in the future, you will also make a name for my Li family. Unfortunately, I don't know Zhuangshi Gao's name yet."

"Those are not important anymore." Yang Liang said: "Old man, you have to live a good life. If you hear about a high school student named Li Qingyang in the future, he will definitely be your son."

Old Man Li was determined to die. He just waited to send Yang Liang away and then went with the deceased.

Hearing Yang Liang's words, he suddenly cheered up and gained the confidence to live.

What if, I really can wait until that day?

Yang Liang left some more money and asked Old Man Li to live a good life.Right now, he is penniless.

However, Yang Liang didn't care. In addition to being a fugitive, scholar, and assassin, he was also a thief who was good at flying over walls and flying over walls.

He left Li's house and walked on the road wearing a blue cloth robe, carrying a diploma in his arms to prepare for the exam.

The depression on his face has been wiped away, and his whole person has become energetic again.

He knew that Yang Liang had disappeared from now on, and the real Li Qingyang was living in the world.

He waved his hand to open the system panel and found that his information had changed.

Name: Yang Liang/Li Qingyang

Yangshou: 17/78
Occupation: Scholar/Fugitive
Professional talent: Don’t know whether to live or die

Destiny coins: 3200 pieces

(End of this chapter)