MTL - The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse-Chapter 78 seventy-eight tripods

◎Disaster prevention (two more in one)◎

Li Zhi, whose name was called, froze obviously, which made Song Dingding more firm in his thoughts.

"I won't hurt you." She took two steps back, as if to prove that she had no bad intentions: "He is seriously injured, if he continues to lie here, he may freeze to death..."

Hearing her words, Li Zhi stopped walking backwards, lowered his head, and hesitated for a moment: "What should I do to save him?"

Her voice was slightly timid, but Song Dingding knew that Li Zhi already believed her words.

Li Zhi is really too thin, apart from the fact that his face is baby fat, he is obviously malnourished, not to mention dragging Daojun Wu Zang home.

She looked around, and her eyes slowly landed on the wooden tub in the distance. This was the tub that Li Zhi used to wash her clothes. It was big and round.

"If not, take the tub, drag him into the tub, and push the tub away."

Song Dingding really couldn't think of a better idea. After all, the identity of Wuzang Daojun was here. If Li Zhi asked others for help, he might have harmed him instead.

Besides, she can't really help Li Zhi with her current appearance.

Li Zhi hesitated and nodded: "Wait for me for a moment."

Let's just say, she opened her short legs and hurried into the distance.

Seeing that she ran farther and farther, she had already crossed the direction of the tub and disappeared.

Time passed by, and just when Song Dingding thought she had escaped, Li Zhi ran back.

Holding two ropes and a long rectangular raft in her hands, she panted, "Using this tow will save you more effort."

Li Hua once told Song Dingding about his sister.

He said that Li Zhi was good at handicraft, and liked to pick up some wood from the mountains on weekdays, carve the wood into various gadgets with a knife, and sell it in the city to subsidize the household.

The raft looked like it had just been made, but it was done in a hurry.

Song Dingding didn't say anything, Li Zhi was already very good at being able to tie a raft in such a short time.

To Li Zhi, the sixteen or seven-year-old Daojun Wuzang was like a giant, and she could only partially carry him onto the raft.

She first dragged his legs to the raft, then dragged his arms, exerting her strength to suckle, before she reluctantly carried him onto the raft.

Song Dingding looked anxious and wanted to go up to help, but was helpless—she couldn't even get close to Li Zhi.

Li Zhi finally dragged him onto the raft, and tied the two ropes on the raft into a dead knot. The ropes passed through his armpits and wrapped around his neck.

Xu was the reason why it snowed only yesterday. The snow on the ground melted slightly and condensed into lumps of ice. She pulled the bamboo raft forward without much effort.

Li Zhi lived in a mountain village. The village was remote and lonely, not far from the stream. It took about a stick of incense to pull the bamboo raft back to the yard.

It was getting dark, and Song Dingding followed her ten steps away, watching her pull the bamboo raft into the yard.

She followed all the way, but didn't see a few people in the village. At this time, the sky was dark, and this deadly silence could not help but remind people of domestic horror movies.

Song Dingding felt a little terrified. Even if no one could be seen outside, logically speaking, this was the time when the cooking smoke was curling up in the pot and cooking, but there was no smoke on the chimneys of every household.

The big yellow dog in the yard, thin and long, barked twice outside the yard when he heard the movement, so shocked that Song Dingding came back to his senses.

After she floated into the yard, the yellow dog seemed to look at her, stopped barking, and went back to the kennel.

Song Dingding stared at the yellow dog for a while, then asked Lizhi his doubts: "Is there no one in this village?"

Li Zhi dragged Daojun Wuzang into the firewood room, picked up some dry wood with skillful movements, and lit a small cluster of fire in the brazier with rice bark.

"Last year when there was a plague, most of the people in the village moved out to avoid the disaster." She added firewood and continued: "There are only a few families left."

Song Dingding frowned upon hearing this. There were not many families in the barren mountains and ridges. Li Hua had not come back yet.

She couldn't help but said, "Is Li Hua not coming back at night?"

Li Zhi was stunned for a moment: "You, how do you know my brother's name?"

Song Dingding hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, "I'm not a ghost, I came here six years later, and Li Hua is my master six years later."

She didn't think a little girl under eight years old could understand this, but if she was told to lie, she didn't know how to explain her knowledge of Li Hua.

Li Zhi seemed to understand but did not understand, the action of lighting the fire stopped, and he whispered between his teeth over and over again: "Six years later?"

"Sister, six years later... has my brother become the number one sword cultivator in the Immortal Cultivation World?"

Song Dingding nodded: "In a few months, he will fight all the sword sects in the immortal world and become the number one sword immortal in Jiuzhou."

Li Zhi almost jumped up, and his face was filled with joy: "Sister, what about me?"

The flames ignited in the basin swayed from side to side against the cold wind blowing from outside the house, and through her dark eyes, there was a little bit of light.

Song Dingding's throat was sore, and her chest seemed to be blocked. She turned her head slightly, not daring to look at the light that Li Zhi was looking forward to.

She could see that Li Zhi was kind.

Even though he was very afraid of her, he still couldn't bear to watch Daojun Wu Zang freeze to death outside, tied a raft and dragged him home.

Knowing that she came six years later, the first sentence was not panic and doubt, nor was he asking about his future, but he was thinking about whether Li Hua had fulfilled his wish.

It's just that she didn't know how to tell Li Zhi - six years later, Li Hua became the number one sword immortal in Jiuzhou, but Li Zhi, her life was forever fixed at the age of seven.

"elder sister…?"

Li Zhi's voice recalled her wandering thoughts. She was about to tell a white lie, but when she looked up, she suddenly remembered something: "How old are you now?"

Without thinking much, Li Zhi replied, "In two months, it will be eight years old."

Song Dingding pursed his lips and seemed to be lost in thought.

Although it is not known when Li Zhi was killed, she was less than eight years old when she died.

It must have been in the past two months. Since it hasn't happened yet, can she try to find a way to stop it?

Even if it may not be able to change what has happened, there is nothing wrong with trying it. How can the ending be worse than it is now?

Song Dingding looked at Li Zhi and warned: "Li Hua will go out for a long trip once in the past few months. You must stop him from leaving. Otherwise..."

She couldn't bear to say the following words, and Li Zhi was stunned: "Otherwise, what would happen?"

Sensibility made Song Dingding want to tell a white lie, but reason told her that if she lied, Li Zhi would probably not take it to heart.

Most people seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Only when Li Zhi is made aware of the seriousness of this matter will she pay attention to this matter.

Song Dingding hesitated for a long time: "Your brother went away to challenge the swordsmen in various sword sects in the Xiuxian world. He defeated everyone, but he also offended many people."

"You will be tortured to death by the sword repair he offended..."

What she said of "tortured to death" is to beautify Li Zhi's final ending. She remembered that in the original text, Li Zhi was dismembered into a human stick and gouged out his heart before he died.

Li Zhi did not speak, but kept adding fire to the brazier. The light in his eyes seemed to gradually disappear, which made him feel distressed.

Just when Song Dingding thought she would remain silent, she raised her head inadvertently and looked at her: "If my brother doesn't go, can I survive?"

Song Dingding was stunned for a moment.

Logically speaking, that's right.

In the original text, Li Hua defeated too many sword cultivators and became the number one sword immortal in Jiuzhou, attracting jealousy and hatred, which led to Li Zhi's death.

But Li Zhi asked this question, but she didn't answer with certainty: If Li Hua can't go, you can survive.

Because she wasn't sure, if Li Hua didn't go, he didn't challenge the sword cultivators of various sword sects, and he didn't become the number one sword fairy in Jiuzhou, whether Li Zhi would definitely survive.

Song Dingding doesn't know the fact that has happened, whether she has the ability to change.

But if Li Hua failed to become the number one Sword Immortal in Jiuzhou because of what didn't happen, he gave up his dream and failed to save Li Zhi in the end, she didn't know whether Li Hua would resent her in the future.

"I don't know." Song Dingding told countless lies to everyone in the secret realm, but when facing Li Zhi, she couldn't tell any lies: "It is the safest way to not let him go."

"Alternatively, you could go with him and be by his side all the time. But then you might die faster."

After all, it is impossible for Li Hua to stay by Li Zhi's side for twelve hours, but if there is one negligence, Li Zhi may be taken away and killed.

Anything that hasn't happened, she doesn't dare to promise to export, because the future is full of all unknowns.

Song Dingding looked at Li Zhi's contemplative appearance, and felt that his head seemed to be missing a string.

She went so far as to analyze with a little girl who was under eight years old, and she was going to give Li Zhi the right to choose.

It's crazy.

Song Dingding was about to speak, but Li Zhi smiled at her: "Thank you, there are still two months, I will consider it carefully."

That's what it means to stop her from interfering.

Song Dingding had no choice but to intervene. She couldn't do anything except tell Li Zhi what she knew.

If only Li Hua could see her, she wouldn't have to struggle like this...

She seemed to suddenly remember something and asked Li Zhi, "Why can you see me?"

This should not have been asked of her, a little girl, but Song Dingding felt that Li Zhi's reaction when he saw her, although a little scared, was not surprised, as if he had often seen souls before.

Sure enough, Li Zhi said: "I have a yin constitution, and I can see ghosts when I urinate. Two years ago, my brother asked me for an amulet from the Taoist temple, and I can no longer see ghosts."

The implication is that Song Dingding is the first ghost she has seen in the past two years.

Song Dingding nodded and saw that Li Zhi had set a fire to warm Daojun Wuzang, and then he went to a pot to cook.

I didn't want to say more, but seeing her emaciated figure, I couldn't help but exhort: "Life is at stake, you can't be the master, why don't you tell Li Hua about it, he will make the safest choice."

While adding firewood under the stove, Li Zhi said, "If you tell my brother like this, he will definitely stay for me."

"But he has practiced swords for seven years, and he has come and gone in winter and summer, just to become the number one sword cultivator in the world of immortals."

"I will consider it carefully, my sister doesn't have to worry about me."

The children of poor families have been in charge of the family early. Not long after Li Zhi was born, his parents died one after another. It was Li Hua who brought up Li Zhi with a handful of feces and urine.

Unexpectedly, Li Zhi, who is less than eight years old, is so stable and sensible.

Song Dingding felt a little sad, but there was nothing he could do.

Li Zhi's life, life or death, should be up to her.

Song Dingding didn't say more, just sat on the high firewood stack in the firewood room, quietly watching Li Zhi cook the rice.

Although she is young, she is skilled in her movements, stepping on a wooden bench and pouring white noodles into the pot, which she has obviously done countless times.

After Li Zhi finished eating, the sky was completely dark.

She poured the rest of the noodles to the yellow dog to eat, and then hung the wooden door at the gate of the courtyard with a latch from the courtyard.

Li Zhi was reluctant to light a candle, so he moved a small bench into the yard and, facing the moonlight, took out an uncarved wooden bell.

She had no money to buy a wood carving knife, so when she went up the mountain to chop wood, she picked up a double-edged dagger.

The short sword was too long, so she only used the blade, and wrapped the hilt and body with cloth, revealing the hook-like tip.

Song Dingding sat in the distance and looked at Li Zhi, slightly absent-minded.

She couldn't remember anything before the age of eight.

So she didn't know what she was doing when she was seven or eight years old.

The appearance of Li Zhi and her when they were young in the photo is almost carved out of a mold. Seeing Li Zhi, as if seeing her when she was a child, makes people want to get close involuntarily.

"If you want to carve a bell, it is more labor-saving to use a hollowed-out carving like a sword blade."

Seeing that Li Zhi accidentally scratched his hand, Song Dingding raised his arm and demonstrated to her not far away.

Li Zhi imitated her appearance, turned the blade down, and carved wooden bells little by little. Sure enough, she no longer accidentally scratched her fingers due to uneven force.

She was a little surprised: "Sister, do you like carving wood too?"

Song Dingding nodded: "It's okay to be idle, just sculpting and playing."

She didn't have any hobbies since she was a child, and she didn't go out much, so she liked carving wood to kill time.

"What are you carving a bell for?"

Li Zhi said: "I heard from Aunt Liu that the disciples who practice swords in the city all wear bells, which can be hung around their waists to protect their bodies, and also symbolize fame."

"Peiling is too expensive. It requires ten high-level spirit stones. My brother doesn't want to buy it, so I will carve one for him."

She sculpted very slowly, but every movement was extremely attentive, making Song Dingding feel sour again.

Li Zhi hardly slept all night, so he took advantage of the moonlight to carve out two wooden bells little by little.

She didn't know how to read. Li Hua told her how to write her name, but there were too many strokes and she couldn't remember it clearly, so she engraved the word "tian" on the bell according to what she remembered.

On the other bell, Li Zhi carved a word for 'wood', which was her name.

Song Dingding didn't understand why Li Zhi stayed up all night to carve the bell. Even though she had become a soul, she still felt sleepy and fell asleep in a daze in the middle of the night.

The next day, she was awakened by the barking of the big yellow dog, and footsteps could be heard vaguely outside the yard, which made Song Dingding wake up from the sleepy state.

She took a deep breath and signaled Li Zhi to be careful, but Li Zhi trotted all the way and rushed to the gate of the yard to open the door.

The corners of the black clothes leaked out from the fence, Song Dingding followed, and he saw a dusty Li painting.

Li Hua was still young at this time, and his skin was snow-white in black clothes, and his eyebrows showed some greenness and tenderness, like a half-ripe persimmon hanging on a branch.

"Zhizhi, guess what I brought you back?"

He hid his hands behind his back and looked mysterious.

However, Li Zhi guessed the answer without any suspense: "Egg."

Li Hua studied swordsmanship in the city, and returned home once every three or five days. He would hide the eggs in his daily meals, and bring them to her when he got home.

"You guessed it right." He took out his hands hidden behind him, holding five or six eggs in them, and said with a smile.

"Brother, it's early spring. Eggs will spoil if they stay for a long time."

The implication is to let him keep the eggs to eat by himself.

Li Hua didn't take her words seriously. It doesn't matter if he eats fewer eggs. Li Zhi is growing up and needs to be nourished.

Li Zhi took the eggs and asked Li Hua to go into the house to rest for a while, but Li Hua said, "Have you eaten breakfast yet? I'll go make porridge for you."

With that, he went to the woodshed.

Song Dingding was so shocked that he regained his senses. He didn't care to sigh that the two brothers and sisters had a good relationship, so he quickly said to Li Zhi, "Hurry up and stop him!"

I don't know Li Hua now, or know Daojun Wuzang. At this time, he was covered in blood, and it was rumored that Daojun Wuzang broke into the demonic slaughter city.

If Li Hua sees him, one is that Li Zhi is not easy to explain, and the other Li Hua will definitely hand him over.

Li Zhi was short and his legs were short. He ran ten steps forward, but he couldn't reach Shang Li Hua two or three steps. When she caught up with Li Hua, he had already pushed open the two crumbling doors of the firewood house.

She was stunned at the empty firewood room, then turned to look at Song Dingding, and made a gesture that no one was there.

To be safe, Li Zhi still pulled Li Hua out of the firewood room. She took out two wooden bells from the cloth bag and sent them to the one in front of Li Hua: "Brother, this is the bell I made for you."

Li Hua was stunned for a moment, took the wooden bell, and looked at the faint blood on the bell: "What's the matter with this blood, did you hurt your hand?"

Saying that, he bent down and wanted to check her hand.

Li Zhi hid his scarred little hand under his sleeve, and stammered: "Blood, blood can protect people from disasters. I heard what Aunt Liu said, so I painted some on the bell."

These words were so familiar that Song Dingding was stunned.

That was when she carved a wooden tripod for Pei Ming as a birthday gift, and accidentally dropped a drop of blood into the tripod's heart. In order to cover up her mistakes, she said that blood can prevent disasters for others.

It's just that she lied to cover up her mistakes, while Li Zhi lied because she didn't want Li Hua to worry.

Li Hua rubbed Li Zhi's head: "What kind of disaster are you blocking, I'm your brother, I should be the one who blocked the disaster for you."

"By the way, Master said that in more than a month, there will be a competition between sword sects in the Xiu Xian world. If I can win all the sword cultivators, I can become the number one sword cultivator in the Xiu Xian world."

Li Zhi was stunned, and suddenly remembered what Song Dingding had said.

She was originally dubious, but now she seems to have confirmed those words, which makes her a little flustered.

Is she really going to die?

Seeing her bowing her head, Li Hua thought she was unhappy, and quickly said: "It's still a while before the competition, so let's not mention those. Master gave me a few spiritual stones, what do you like, my brother will buy it for you. …”

"Brother, is this competition important to you?"

Li Zhi rarely interrupted him, he hesitated and nodded: "Master said, I only have this chance."

This Jianzong competition was organized by the Celestial Clan, and the sword cultivators of the small sect were not qualified to participate in this competition, but the Heavenly Clan Prince Yuan was kind and gave them a chance to stand out.

If he can earn the first place, he is the number one Sword Immortal in Jiuzhou recognized by the Celestial Clan. He will have a bright future and can lead Li Zhi to live a stable and prosperous life.

Li Zhi bit her lip and asked softly, "Is it necessary to go?"

Li Hua was silent for a moment, then squatted down and held her hands lightly: "Zhizhi, I will return safely."

This sentence seems to have answered her question.

Li Zhi finally gave up and stopped asking questions.

Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Li Hua took out an iron sword from the storage ring: "I have already practiced the swordsmanship of Chunsheng Tidbits to the ninth level, so I will show you the dance."

Li Zhi's understanding of swordsmanship is extremely high, but unfortunately, the small sword sects in the city do not accept female disciples.

Every time he went home, he would take apart the swordsmanship he had learned and show it to Li Zhi.

This set of swordsmanship from Chunsheng Tidbits is Li Zhi's favorite, because it can be practiced without spiritual power. She often does not forget to practice this swordsmanship over and over when she is alone.

Li Zhi sat on the side and watched quietly, occasionally raising his hand and pulling it twice.

When she was a little tired, Li Hua asked her to take a rest, while his clothes were dirty, and he went up the mountain with a woodchopping knife to chop wood.

Song Dingding watched for a long time, and when Li Hua left, she couldn't help but say, "Zhizhi, go to the firewood room to pick up the firewood, he fell behind the firewood stack."

Li Zhi didn't have any extra bedding at home. Besides, Daojun Zang was covered in blood, so she couldn't give him clean bedding. In order to prevent him from lying on the ground and catching a cold, she moved him to the pile of firewood.

Just now, Li Zhi was in the firewood room and didn't see any trace of him because he fell off the firewood stack.

She hurried into the firewood room and pulled the man covered in blood from a pile of firewood.

He seemed to be still in a drowsiness. Between his dry and pale lips, he was muttering something vaguely. Li Zhi poured him a bowl of water and moistened his throat.

She couldn't hear what he was saying, and looked up at Song Dingding: "He seems to have a fever, do you want to buy him some medicine?"

Song Dingding wanted to shake his head, but paused inadvertently: "I see that you have purslane growing in your yard. You wash the purslane, boil some of the purslane and feed it to him, and mash the other part and apply it to his wound."

Li Zhi's family was poor and poor, and besides, the wilderness was far from the city, and it was inconvenient to buy herbal medicines.

Purslane is a wild vegetable and a kind of traditional Chinese medicine. It has the effects of clearing away heat and dampness, detoxifying and reducing swelling, which may relieve his pain a little.

Li Zhi did as he was told. He had just pounded purslane and was about to apply it to his wound, but he suddenly opened his eyes.

Pei Ming grabbed her arm and clenched it tightly, with black eyes like a bottomless abyss, looking directly at her: "Who are you?"

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