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Someone was already waiting at the ferry before the boat reached the shore.

It was a tall and skinny old man wearing a fox fur coat and carrying a cyan colored long sword on his back. He was dozing off with his eyes closed, looking as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Li Ye originally thought that the old man was waiting for someone else on the boat, but this old man's words exceeded Li Ye's expectations. The old man was actually here to wait for him.

"Why are you here? I haven't even notified you yet. " Li Ye wasn't the only one who was surprised by the old man's arrival. That old man who was carrying the boat was also very surprised.

The skinny old man glanced at the old man on the boat, then turned to look at the two people on the boat. When he saw the man named Pan, the skinny old man only nodded slightly.

When Li Ye saw this, his jaw dropped and his eyes opened wide, completely devoid of any arrogance from before.

He trembled all over and asked the old man in a trembling voice, "Old Mo, is that him? You want to notify me? "

"Ask yourself?" The old man was very satisfied with the expert old man's current appearance. He smiled and said, "Oh right, how did you know that you came at this time? I haven't told you yet. "

The tall and skinny old man paused for a moment before retracting the astonishment on his face. He coughed twice and patted the cyan sword on his back. He indifferently said: "It told me."

"Sword!" Li Ye could not help but look at the sword on the old man's back. This was the first time he heard a sword speak.

After laughing a few times towards Li Ye, he explained, "It's not that he can speak, it's that Elder Feng was unhappy during his sword practice. His intuition told him that he should come to the ferry and wait for someone, but for you, young man, your identity is very mysterious! I've come to the Sword Tomb a few times, but I've never seen Elder Feng show such an expression. "

Li Ye remembered the expression of the tall and skinny old man from before. There was astonishment written on his face, and his eyes revealed a strong sense of guilt. It seemed that the old man was the same as Grandpa Zhao, and a trace of guilt was hidden in his heart.

After the old man finished speaking, he looked seriously at Li Ye and said with a trembling voice, "This face, these peach blossom eyes, I should have known it was his."

Before the boat reached the shore, the old man's clothes swayed as he flew to Li Ye and stood in front of him. Tears streamed down his face as he said in a trembling voice, "Child, you've finally come!"

The old man's hand trembled slightly. He raised it for a long time, then placed it on Li Ye's shoulder, trembling. He said slowly, "Our Sword Tomb will wait for you. We will wait for you for twenty years!"

"Wait?" Li Ye asked in confusion.

"Yes!" The old man's eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life. He looked at Li Ye and said softly, "I've been waiting for a chance to atone for my sins for nearly twenty years."

"Master Pan, please forgive us for taking care of you. I'll take this kid with me!" The tall, skinny old man grabbed Li Ye's shoulder and turned around to look at the man named Pan. He said with a smile that he was no longer in the mood to welcome the guests.

The old man grabbed Li Ye with one hand and gently flew off into the distance. The old man, Li Ye and the old man who was carrying the boat were also following him.

Before he could fly a few meters away, Li Ye's shoulder slanted and fell from the old man's hand. He followed the old man in the direction, following the old man in the distance.

Li Ye's shedding of the golden cicada caught the old man's interest. His eyes lit up as he stopped in his tracks. His hand formed a claw and stretched towards Li Ye's shoulder, intending to see if this kid could still run.

Just as he exerted his strength, the skinny old man felt that something was wrong. The qi in Li Ye's body was not much weaker than his. He glanced at Li Ye, his eyes brimming with pleasant surprise, but when he saw the knife at Li Ye's waist, he said regretfully, "What a pity."

Li Ye understood what the old man was talking about and said with a smile, "Cultivate both!"

"That's even more unfortunate!" The old man stared at Li Ye and said unhappily: "How dare he teach Liu Fenglin that way! "Forget it, let's not talk about him. Come, let's go with uncle. I know where you're going."

Li Ye asked in surprise, "Uncle?"

The old man glanced at Li Ye and said flatly, "Wenren Feng is your grandmother's cousin! According to seniority, you should call him uncle. When you enter the Sword Tomb, you won't call him alone. "According to seniority, you should also call me uncle. It's fine now, it's not too late to call me uncle when you leave."

"Greetings, uncle!" Li Ye called out respectfully and asked, "Uncle, are all the people staying in the Sword Tomb my grandmother's relatives?"

Wenren Feng turned back to his original appearance and said seriously to Li Ye, "What else?" Liu Fenglin didn't tell you anything about the Sword Tomb? "

Li Ye lowered his head and said gently to the old man, "He... "Dead!"

"Good!" The old man did not look at the expression on Li Ye's face and praised with a wave of his hand. But in the next second, the old man's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

"That's right. If he's dead, then no one will come to take away our old bones." The old man said indifferently.

Although Li Ye had some questions, he did not ask any of them. He just noted down the old man's words and followed the old man's footsteps towards the island.

The island wasn't big, so Li Ye soon arrived at his destination.

The place the old man was talking about was a lonely grave. The grave was not big, and there were several blood-red fist-sized names carved in front of the tomb, 'Wenren Lianyan'! There was nothing else for the first time.

There were no offerings, not even the tiniest trace of incense sticks or paper. What was even weirder, though, was that there were no weeds around the grave that no one had taken care of. There were people taking care of it often, but no one had paid their respects.

Li Ye looked at the grave as tears gushed out of his eyes. He knelt in front of the grave and kowtowed three times.

The two old men who had brought Li Ye here looked at him without saying a word, afraid of disturbing him. They consciously walked to the side and took out a candle and money paper that they had prepared for twenty years from a thatched hut not far away, quietly placing it in front of Li Ye.

Without disturbing Li Ye, some of them quietly left, leaving only Li Ye behind.

Li Ye knelt in front of the grave. The actions of the two old men had already brought Li Ye back from his grief. Taking the incense, he began a ceremony that he had never performed in twenty years.

Twenty years' worth of offerings were slowly burning in Li Ye's hands. The piles of offerings were burning with nearly a ten-meter tall flame and rising black smoke.

The elderly people on the island looked at the place where black smoke rose. Whether they were teaching the juniors how to practice the sword or the old people leisurely sipping tea on the deck chair, they all put down what they were doing and walked towards Li Ye.

They had waited for this black smoke for twenty years. Finally, someone had come to atone for their sins.