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The hot air that Zhao Zijin was blowing made Zhao Ning's face flush red. He said angrily, "Got it, Mr. Idiot. I will prepare some candied fruits right now and use them to kill you."

Zhao Ning did not stay after she said she would leave. After seeing all the prepared spies gone, Zhao Zijin looked at Li Ye and smiled, "There are no other people around now, so you can show me your … "His face?"

Before Zhao Zijin could finish his sentence, Li Ye took off the mask on his face, revealing a scarred and terrifying face.

Without waiting for Li Ye to speak, Zhao Zijin ran in front of him and asked angrily, "What happened to your face? Who destroyed it?"

Li Ye shook his head and said indifferently, "No one dares to ruin my face. It's my own fault. My face has brought too much trouble to others. Don't worry about it."

"This... This is good too! " Zhao Zijin pointed at Li Ye as his fingers trembled. After mumbling for a long time, he sighed helplessly and slowly said, "I originally wanted to take you to see my grandpa, but your face changed. I don't know if I can make him put down the sin he had been carrying for a long time."

Zhao Zijin's grandfather? Master, that friend that talked so much?

"I want to meet him, okay? If I'm afraid of scaring him, I'll just put on my mask." Li Ye's expression was grim as he thought about his master. He wanted to see his master's friend and also tell him about his master's death.

Zhao Zijin was silent for a long time. After looking at Li Ye a few times, he nodded and agreed, "I'll take you to see him. It's time to let him see the son of an old friend."

"… …"

Zhao Zijin took Li Ye and flew around the bamboo forest for a long time before he brought Li Ye to a small wooden cabin. Pointing at the house, he said loudly, "Grandpa, I've brought Grandpa Liu's grandson."

This was somewhat unexpected to Li Ye. He had thought that the Duke of Jin's residence would at least be an exquisite house, even if it wasn't a resplendent mansion. However, he only lived in such a small wooden house.

Li Ye heard a crisp sound in the room, like the sound of a cup breaking. After a long time, the door of the cabin slowly opened.

His brown eyes were sunken deep into his eye sockets, making him look emaciated and haggard. There were even some deep ravines on his neck, and within those ravines flowed the river of time. His yellowed skin shone with the afterglow of the setting sun.

This was the old man that was praised by the Wei, but Li Ye could not tell that this old man was the same age as his master. This old man looked like he was ten years older, but no matter how many wounds the years had left on the old man's body, the old man's eyes were still sparkling.

The old man's hair was neatly arranged. It seemed that the reason why he refused to open the door after so long was to tidy his hair. It seemed that he also cared about the meeting with Li Ye.

"Like, like." The old man's gaze swept over the two of them and fell into Li Ye's eyes. The greenness was very similar to her. After looking at Li Ye for a long time, she finally came back to her senses and said, "Come in. What are you standing here like?"

Zhao Zijin signaled to Li Ye before he walked into the room, putting some charcoal on the dying stove. Seeing the old man walk into the room, Li Ye reacted and followed the old man inside.

The room was simply decorated. Beside the window was the same black table, covered with a previously green but now spotted tablecloth. On the table was a large, black inkstand and a knife of yellowing paper.

A wooden bed with a thin mattress, four bamboo chairs covered in fur, a large copper basin, and a small cabinet with a deep red cherry were all in the room.

Li Ye looked around and found that the only sword in the room was the one in the candlestick, but the sword was only half broken. There was a pair of brass candlesticks and a purple incense burner in front of the broken sword.

It was the middle of the day, but there was not much light in the old man's room, which made the room bright. Zhao Zijin lit up a few candles, which looked more like a cage and a dark cage.

The old man looked at Li Ye's face and asked with a trembling voice: "I asked you to come see me, it's Old Liu … Does he forgive me? "

Old Liu was naturally referring to Li Ye's master.

When he said "forgive", Li Ye understood why several good friends of his died without knowing each other. It seemed that something had gone wrong. Looking at the ravine on the old man's face, Li Ye smiled and said, "Of course I forgive. After so long, time has diluted everything."

The old man looked at the broken sword on the candlestick, shook his head, and said with a trembling voice, "No, time cannot wash away this light. If Old Liu forgives me, then not only will you be meeting me, he should also be here with you. "

"He can't come." Li Ye lowered his head. After a moment of silence, he told the old man the truth.

Before he finished, Zhao Zijin signaled him with his eyes many times, telling him not to say it. Just as Zhao Zijin was about to interrupt Li Ye, the old man said slowly, "Jin'er, don't say anymore, I should have expected it."

"If he still hates me, he will stop you. If he forgives me, he will come with you. I should have thought of it when you came here alone. " The old man's eyebrows drooped down and he said desolately, "I, this bastard, didn't even die, how did you die?"

As he spoke, the old man suddenly shed tears. He lost his voice, and it immediately turned into a long howl, like a lost goose. His voice was filled with helplessness and sadness.

The old man's crying made Li Ye somewhat helpless. He patted the old man on the back and said gently, "Grandpa Zhao, when Master died, he didn't say he hated anyone. He left very peacefully."

The old man sobbed and twitched for a long time. Finally, he stopped crying and asked in a trembling voice, "There are a few chairs in the hall. I can tell from those chairs if he has forgiven me or not."

Although the question was a bit strange, Li Ye still thought it over carefully and answered, "I think there are four. There are only two of us in the viewing gallery, but Master wants to place four chairs, which makes me very surprised."

"Four chairs are great!" The old man jumped up in excitement as he cried out in joy, crying, "Four chairs are good! Old Liu... Why are you so stubborn? You're already dead but you're still not willing to say it out loud.

There were also four chairs in his little room, one for himself, one for Liu Fenglin, one for Lei Zijin and one for the owner of the short sword.