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A bowl of fragrant rice wine was slowly sprinkled on the grave in front of him, filling the entire hillside with the aroma of wine.

The young man who sprinkled wine on the gravestone was gaunt and his eyes were bloodshot. He covered his head, which had a splitting headache, and continuously poured wine in front of the tombstone.

"Master, I haven't taken care of you home for a long time. Your favorite tea is already broken. If you can't drink it, then I'll have to pour the wine you hid under your bed for you!" The youth held the wine jar and poured another bowl of wine into the bowl, saying something about how he would usually be beaten if he said it.

But the person who would beat him had already left. He would not reach out a hand from the grave and walk on top of Li Ye's head.

"Teacher, why didn't you hit me!" Li Ye could no longer suppress his tears as he spoke. He hugged the tombstone and broke down crying.

While talking, Li Ye picked up the jug of wine to the side and gulped down the 'wedding wine' from last night.

He had originally wanted to bring his master home, but who would have thought that it would be someone else's home? So it was actually Master who was right. After going around and around, this house was still within the Green Bamboo Forest.

But only Li Ye and the two burial mounds were left in the temple.

Li Ye looked at the nameless grave beside him. His gaze was gentle as he took a few incense sticks and placed them in front of the tombstone. He was also burning paper money towards the grave.

His master would come here every year to offer incense to worship with Li Ye, but no matter how Li Ye asked, the old Daoist never told him the identity of the owner of the grave, nor did he engrave his name on the grave.

"Master, who's buried here?" Li Ye pointed at the nameless grave and asked puzzledly.

He also knew that as usual, this question would not be answered by the Green Bamboo Man.

Li Ye stood up, hit his sore back, and walked slowly towards the bamboo garden with a wine jar in his arms.

Following his shaky steps, he walked towards a small pond. Beside the pond, there was a shabby thatched cottage. Under the hut, there was a broken rattan chair.

He saw a wretched old Daoist sitting on a rattan chair, holding a pot of purple sand in his hands. Looking at the bubbles that were constantly bubbling up from the pond, the old Daoist squinted his eyes and shouted, "Second Gouzi, you're not allowed to come out. "Cultivating fighter …"

"Cultivating martial artists focus on energy and strategy. When you can control the energy within your body, you don't need to practice any more!" Li Ye muttered as he looked at the rattan chair.

This was given to him by his master, but he didn't practice it all. He only practiced a bit before hurrying down the mountain.

Now he knew he regretted it, but it was too late.

A gust of cold wind blew past and blew some sand into Li Ye's eyes. Li Ye closed his eyes and hurriedly rubbed it. When he opened his eyes, there was no one in the thatched hut. There was only an old, dusty rattan chair.

Li Ye could not help but walk towards the rattan chair, blew the dust off the rattan chair, and slowly sat down. He held the jar of wine in his hand, and gulped the wine, coughing loudly.

He gazed at the pool water that was as flat as a mirror, and then suddenly sat up, his face filled with excitement. He threw away the wine jar in his hand, removed the cloth from his body, took off the white cloth from his head, and suddenly jumped into the water.

As he fell into the water, the surface of the lake rippled, no longer as calm as it had been before.

In the thatched cottage, a beautiful woman in white clothes suddenly appeared.

Starlight glimmered in the woman's eyes. It was clear that she was cold and aloof, as if she was a thousand miles away.

It was this ice-cold woman who picked up the wine that Li Ye had thrown aside and sat on the dilapidated rattan chair that Li Ye had been sitting on. She held the wine jar and drank the wine in her mouth.

Li Ye slowly sank into the water, which went straight to his nose and mouth, but he did not hold his breath, nor did he struggle. Li Ye slowly sank into the water, which went straight to his nose and mouth, but he did not hold his breath, nor did he struggle.

He did not enter the water to practice Qi, but simply wanted to drown himself.

That family had nothing to do with him anymore, and there was no one in that family anymore. He had done what he needed to do, and he had also done what he shouldn't have done.

The pond kept bubbling, but the man who had sunk was still unwilling to rise. The ice-cold woman's face was filled with anxiety as she said gently, "It's been almost an incense stick of time. Why hasn't he come out yet?"

She anxiously circled the thatched cottage. After a while, she could no longer hold it in. She threw down the wine jar and shattered it into pieces. With a splash, she swam towards the pond.

The first person she saw was the ashen-faced Li Ye. A rock was tied around his body, preventing him from floating up.

Her heart sank as she swam towards Li Ye. She untied the rope from his waist and brought the unconscious Li Ye ashore.

"What a fool you are!" The ice-cold woman gently caressed Li Ye's face with her slender fingers. Her face was filled with all sorts of tender emotions as she softly cursed this man who wanted to make things difficult for himself.

In her hand was a three foot long sword that hung over Li Ye's heart, but it did not pierce him.

Save people and kill people?

She pushed with her hand, and the entire sword was inserted into the soil beside Li Ye's chest. She leaned on Li Ye's chest, tears gushing out of her face as she hugged Li Ye and cried.

Li Ye awoke to the sound of the woman's weeping. He narrowed his eyes to look at the woman in front of him. "Zhizhi?" he muttered. How did you die!? I didn't tell Flying Fish to chase after you! "

Li Ye's words made the ice-cold woman smile out of tears. She slapped Li Ye's chest, causing him to feel pain.

"I'm not dead?" Li Ye looked at himself in surprise, as did Xu Liqi.

Xu Liqi wiped away the tears that had not dried on her face and said proudly, "Of course. If you don't know who I am …"

As she spoke, she gradually sunk into silence. Her face gradually turned cold. She pulled up the green flag that was inserted into the ground, intending to stab towards Li Ye's chest.

"Who are you? You are the daughter of Xu Baijun! " Li Ye closed his eyes and murmured, "The daughter of Xu Baijun, whom I killed!"

"You dare to say that even when you know it!?" Aren't you afraid that I'll take your little life?! " Xu Rui's face was stern as she shouted at Li Ye, her voice trembling with pain.

Perhaps it was because of the pain of her hatred for her father, or perhaps it was because of the unspeakable chaos in her heart, causing her voice and hands to tremble.

Li Ye tightly shut his eyes and murmured towards the painful woman in front of him, "You can take this life!"