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It was not easy to obtain some clues about his background, and in the end, all he got was the grievous news of his death. Li Ye was a little depressed from the deep love he had felt, as he looked at the wrapped portrait, and muttered: "It's good that he died, but they can meet again."

Li Ye looked longingly at his uncle and asked anxiously, "Uncle, where's my mother? Why haven't she come to find me yet?"

The old man glanced at Li Ye and fell into deep thought...

That day, he also wanted to be like Liu Fenglin and rush into the Sword Tomb to save an important person.

Liu Fenglin charged into the Sword Tomb, while he charged into the five thousand pagoda guards led by the An Bei Ting. Like Liu Fenglin, he also failed, and this time he lost miserably.

Not only did he fail to save his life, he also lost the most important thing for a swordsman, his thumb.

A swordsman without his thumb could not hold any sword, no matter how many years he practiced it.

"Dead, your mother is dead too." The old man's face was ashen, his hands weakly resting on the table. The feeling of helplessness was exactly the same as before. Only then did Li Ye notice that both of his uncle's hands were missing a thumb.

He was a person who trained in the sword. He knew that a person without a thumb could never perform superb swordsmanship. To a sword fanatic, losing a thumb was like taking his life.

Li Ye didn't know what his great-uncle was missing his thumb for, but it had to be his most important task.

When I wanted to make up for it, your grandmother was already gone. I put all of my energy into your mother, and she also lived up to everyone's expectations. At the age of nineteen, she stood on the peak of the sword path, and just when I was rejoicing, your mother, Liu Jingzhu, also met a man like your grandmother. The old man's weathered face bore a nostalgia for the past.

"I risked everything, I gambled everything, but I still couldn't save your mother from that man."

He said coldly, "That man is your father, but your father isn't like your master. Your master is always trying to make up for it, but your father has taken your mother into an unescapable abyss!"

"My dad... "What did you do?" Li Ye remembered his mother's name in his mind. Hearing the old man's words, he felt a great resentment. The source of the resentment was his father, whom he had never met.

Time would not have love for no reason, nor would there be hatred for no reason. What had his father done to make his uncle so resentful?

He cautiously looked at the old man and asked in a low voice, "Who is my father?"

The old man coldly snorted and slammed the table, leaving a four fingered palm mark on the wooden table. "Your father is a traitor, an ambitious and ambitious family, a complete scum!"

Li Ye clicked his tongue. Although he also didn't like his father in the underworld, he still felt awkward hearing them talk about his father like that from others. However, he did not refute, but calmed down and continued listening to this old man's chatter.

"Forget it, forget it. Why are you mentioning him?" It was never good to speak ill of his father in front of a child. The old man also realized that he had lost his composure. Calming himself down, he poured a bowl of water and drank a few sips before continuing to discuss matters with Li Ye.

Li Ye also understood the awkwardness of his uncle's words. He quickly changed the topic and asked: "Uncle, why are you here? Were you waiting for me? "

"Waiting for you? Who are you? " Pointing at the medicine cabinet behind him, he smiled and said, "Without a thumb, I can't wield the sword. In order to survive, I've chosen a profession that's easy to survive. Counting it, it's almost fifteen years."

In fifteen years, Li Ye had gone from the head of the sword to a barefoot doctor. He did not know, nor did he dare to imagine, whether he could relax his heart like an old man after losing his thumb and become an ordinary person.

With his back facing Li Ye, he said, "Remember to go to Yangzhou, to the Sword Tomb. They will use everything they have to protect you, after all, they also regret it very much."

He smiled at the old man and said, "I will go to Yangzhou. I want to see Grandma's grave to burn incense and pay my respects."

"That's right, help me burn a few of them while you're at it, and help me make up for the nineteen years I've spent here." The old man's hands were trembling slightly as he spoke with a trembling voice, his back facing Li Ye. He had not come to worship in front of his sister's grave in nineteen years. Who could understand the pain in his heart?

He fumbled in the medicine cabinet and took out a cyan jade pendant from the hidden compartment. With trembling hands, he put it on Li Ye's waist, and under Li Ye's confused eyes, he explained, "This is the signal to the Sword Tomb. When you cannot find your way to Yangzhou, remember to use the token."

Looking at Li Ye, who was in his prime, the old man seemed not completely relieved. He asked, "Did your master teach you how to use the sword? Is he teaching the Immortal form of the Sword Tomb? "

Li Ye nodded in puzzlement. He didn't know that the old man would suddenly ask him these irrelevant questions.

"Play it for me. Ever since my hand was injured, I haven't seen a sword move from the Sword Tomb in over ten years. Haha, play it for me to see." Although the old man was smiling, the tears on his face couldn't be faked. He also wanted to return home, but he didn't know how to face his sister when he did.

Even after doing all the work, it was still a futile effort.

Li Ye nodded. A cold light suddenly appeared around his waist and a three-foot sword appeared in his hand. His movements were light and nimble, graceful like an immortal.

One of the happiest things about a man who doesn't return home is the appearance of something from his hometown.

With a tap of his fingertip, he tapped Li Ye's elbow, chest, and three places below the ribs. With a straight face, he said in a serious tone, "I don't know what to do. The three places I ordered were taught wrongly by your master.

A famous teacher would produce a great disciple. The sword from thirty years ago was not a joke. Under the guidance of the old man, Li Ye once again performed a set of sword moves. The feeling this time was completely different from the previous swordsmanship. Li Ye felt that the sword in his hand was more agile, more light, and more elegant than before.

"As expected, his talent is not ordinary." The old man stroked his beard and looked at Li Ye with a smile. He was very satisfied with Li Ye's amazing talent in sword arts. When he saw Li Ye turn his head to look at him, his face, which had a smile like a chrysanthemum flower, quickly froze and turned into an ice-cold face.