Legend Of Li Yong

It's daytime. The heat of the sun was so stinging the skin. Fortunately, the heat can be reduced a little because of the mountain wind blowing in all directions.

Far below is mainland China. The rice fields are very wide. The green color that glows under the forging of the sun, looks like a very beautiful rug.

The long and wide Yellow River looked like a dragon. The river is rippling. Creating the sound of the waves crashing against the river bank.

The spots on the surface of the water in the sunlight look even more beautiful. Creates sparkling colors like diamonds. A few maple leaves suddenly fell into the water and were carried away by the current of the river.

.several birds seemed to be flying to and fro while continuing to sound their melodious and loud voice.

Such an atmosphere is very win the heart and mind. Everyone who experiences it must feel happy.

Moreover, it will soon be spring. The season most awaited by the Chinese people. Where when spring comes, there is no more sorrow. No more grief.

When spring comes, everyone will be happy. Everyone will be happy. Whoever it is.

But, is it true?

Then what about someone walking alone on the gravel and dusty path of Fujian Village? Does he feel happy? Is he really happy?

But apparently not.

The person who was walking alone still looked young. He was probably in his twenties. He was wearing a fiery red dress. Her long black hair was tied by a red cloth.

His face looks handsome. Pointed nose. Her mouth is tiny. His skin was white. At first glance, he was no different from anyone else.

But if you look more closely, whoever it is, you will immediately be able to see the difference very clearly.

What makes him different from others is his eyes.

The young man's eyes were gray. At first glance, it looks like a blind man's eyeball. But he's definitely not blind!

In addition to the gray color, behind the eyeballs there is no visible aura of life. There is no light of happiness either. All that could be seen was an aura of emptiness and a gleam of sadness.

Do people whose lives are full of emptiness and sadness, will have eyeballs like that?

Who is the young man in red? Why does he look so cold? And why also, his eyeballs can be colored like that?

This story begins about ten years ago. Exactly when it happened on a full moon night.

The first one just passed. The night breeze blows gently. The cold air seeped into the bones. On a path in Fujian Village, a boy of about ten years old was walking with an old man.

The two of them walked away laughing and joking. The boy laughed because the grandfather told him funny things. While the grandfather, he laughed because he heard the sound of the boy's own laughter.

Even though he was still a boy of ten years old, his voice sounded very loud and loud.

The excited boy was named Li Yong.

Li Yong was an unlucky boy. .He had been abandoned by his parents since he was a baby. I don't know who Li Yong's real parents are, because until now no one has known.

Luckily he was found by the old man. Because he had no relatives and lived alone, the old man finally decided to take him and take care of him. In fact, he himself gave the boy the name Li Yang.

The name was given because he happened to have the surname Li and his name was Beng.

Li Beng's grandfather was not a swordsman. Nor is he a famous figure in the martial world. He was just a simple farmer who lived at the foot of the mountain. His daily life is just taking care of the fields that are not how large.

.Even though life is full of shortcomings, Grandpa Li never forgets to be grateful. For him, rich and poor are the same. The important thing is, do we want to be grateful, or not?

Thus, since Li Yong's presence, Grandpa Li's life was warmer and busier. After returning home from farming, they were always joking and laughing. Sometimes the two of them looked at the moon and the stars scattered in the sky.

Sometimes they even travel a lot. Take a walk in the middle of the night on a path. Even though they don't have a goal, they are very happy to do it.

Including that time, when an unexpected event will happen and befall them both.

As described above, before the incident, Grandpa Li and Li Yong were joking around. They both seem to be the happiest people in the world.

The sound of his loud laughter, his vibrant spirit, all of that seemed to have driven the loneliness and silence of the night away.

But who would have thought, not long after that, from the bushes suddenly appeared several veiled people. If counted, there are about five people.

They were all armed with machetes. The black machete was slashed at each of their waists.

"Stop!!!" said one.

"Wh-who are you?" Grandpa Li was surprised. He immediately stopped his steps and asked nervously.

"You don't need to know who we are. You just give up what you have now," he said loudly.

"I don't have any possessions. I'm not a rich man," Grandpa Li replied.

"Hmm," the veiled person snorted coldly. Then he looked at Grandpa Li from top to bottom.

Upon closer inspection, now the veiled person became convinced that the old geezer was indeed not a rich man.

In this world, are there really rich people who want to wear ugly clothes like that?

After all, where are the rich people who are dirty and look sickly?

The veiled person snorted again after realizing that he had missed the mark. Actually he wanted to leave, but humans like them, how could he possibly want to leave without success?

Not long after, the person glanced at Li Yong. His eyes suddenly lit up. But behind that light, tucked a cruelty that is difficult to describe.

After a long silence, he said again, "Then just leave this boy to us," he snapped. The boy in question was of course Li Yong.

"No, I won't hand him over..he is my only grandson. We've been living together all this time, if I give it to you, what will my life be like?" said Grandpa Li.

There were tears in both of his eyes. Clearly, he had been imagining the terrible things that were likely to happen in the near future.

"That's your business, not mine. And that's your life, not mine," he said in a high pitched voice. After pausing for a moment, the person snapped again, "Hand over the boy right now!"