"Xiao Han, didn't you say you were going out of the city? This is not a way out of the city!" Han Jinlong asked in surprise.

Xiao Yuanhan said: "Before leaving the city, I still have a place to go."

Han Jinlong followed Xiao Yuanhan, feeling that the surroundings became more and more gloomy and rarely visited.

"Xiaohan, where are we going?" Han Jinlong hugged his arms, "I'm getting goosebumps!"

"Go to the cemetery."

"What are you doing when you go to the cemetery?" When Han Jinlong heard the word "cemetery", he immediately started to scream like a cat with his tail stepped on.

Xiao Yuanhan lowered his voice and said, "Don't be so fussy, I just want to go and see the old guy."

The "old guy" in Xiao Yuanhan's mouth naturally refers to the old man who picked him up.

The stone path in Hanshan is slanted, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds.

Xiao Yuanhan's name was given to him by this old guy.

Although the old man died of illness when Xiao Yuanhan was seven years old, Xiao Yuanhan still had a deep affection for him.

When he was a child, the old man taught him to study and read, and would recite a few difficult poems when it was getting late at night, and would catch cicadas in summer and fry them for Xiao Xiao Yuanhan to eat. He still remembers the taste of fried cicadas, boiled with oil, and the mouth and tongue produce saliva.

"Xiao Yuanhan, do you know what is studying for?" The old man stroked his beard with his hands.

The young Xiao Yuanhan looked excited: "I know I know! In order to become a high-ranking official, I will make a lot of money!"

"Nonsense!" When the old man heard Xiao Yuanhan's answer, he immediately blew his beard and stared at him.

The young Xiao Yuanhan shrank his head and whispered: "Then buy a big house for grandpa, eat white flour steamed buns and braised pork every day..."

The old man's stern gaze softened a little: "Silly child, he is still a little filial."

"But you have to know that we scholars cannot seek fame and fortune."

"What is that?" Xiao Xiao Yuanhan asked ignorantly.

"Stand up your mind for the heaven and earth, establish your destiny for the living and the people, inherit your unique knowledge for the past sages, and bring peace to the ages." The old man rubbed Xiao Yuanhan's head: "This is what we should pursue. You are still young, and when you grow up, you will understand."

Xiao Yuanhan smiled. When he recalled these past events, he realized that the old man was an old-fashioned scholar and had some idealism.

After he merged the memory of "Xiao Yuanhan" before, these emotions were also integrated, so Xiao Yuanhan wanted to go to the old man's tomb before leaving Heimu Town.

After all, I don’t know when I will go back to Heimu Town next time.

When Han Jinlong heard that Xiao Yuanhan was going to visit the tomb, he calmed down slightly: "I rarely heard you mention the old man who picked you up."

"Yes, after all, he died of illness when I was seven years old." Xiao Yuanhan smiled: "Or I wouldn't have come to Qingyun Sect as a servant at such a young age."

Han Jinlong pursed his lips: "I'm sorry, I mentioned your sad things."

"Nothing, everyone dies. The old guy is a scholar with little prospects. You can't expect him to die so vigorously. He often likes to stay up late to read books. He is not healthy and can't live for a few more years."

Xiao Yuanhan lowered his eyes and said, "Why did that sentence say that? The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop... The son wants to support his parents but he is not waiting for him."

A sudden burst of inexplicable sadness appeared in Xiao Yuanhan's heart. If the old guy could die a few years later and live until now... he would really have the ability to do what he said when he was young.

Let the old guy live in a big house and eat white flour buns and read books every day.

Han Jinlong patted Xiao Yuanhan on the shoulder.

Suddenly, Han Jinlong said in surprise: "Will people come here often?"

Xiao Yuanhan frowned and said, "It shouldn't be. This place is very remote and there shouldn't be many people buried here, let alone someone will come."

"But look... these footprints seem to be left behind recently."

A trace of ominous premonition suddenly arose in Xiao Yuanhan's heart.

"Walk!"

Xiao Yuanhan pulled Han Jinlong and quickly arrived at the place where the old guy was buried.

The land is in a mess.

The tombstone was lifted to the ground and the tomb was dug up.

After the old guy died of illness, his family had no savings at all and could not afford a coffin.

So in the grave... there are only the old guy's ashes.

And now, the urn can was dug out and stepped into pieces, and the ashes were scattered a little.

Xiao Yuanhan looked at the scene in front of him and took a deep breath, trying to suppress his inner anger.

"It's Chen Yanxiong." Han Jinlong said in a deep voice: "Only he can do such a thing!"

In such a remote place, even tomb robbers will not come... Then there is only one possibility, that is Chen Yanxiong!!

Xiao Yuanhan didn't say anything, silently turned up the tombstone, and saw a few new words engraved on the back of the tombstone, and blood debt was paid for!

"Peng!"

Xiao Yuanhan slapped the tombstone with a heavy palm, shaking the tombstone into powder!!

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"Xiaohan, come and see, what did grandpa bring back to you!" The old man walked in from outside the house with a smile, with his right hand behind him.

The young Xiao Yuanhan looked over with a confused look on his face.

"Look, rattle!" the old man said with a proud look: "How about it, do you like it?"

Xiao Xiao Yuanhan was overjoyed and hurriedly took it over, unable to let go of it.

The rattle shaking, "dongdong" sounded, and Xiao Xiao Yuanhan's mouth was almost grinning at the base of his neck.

That was Xiao Yuanhan's first and only one when he was a child. In the true sense, the toy has turned yellow, and the handle of the rattle is also made of a very smooth and straight branch that has been cut.

At first glance, the old man picked up a broken drum from somewhere, and then used the drum skin and branches to make such a shabby toy for Xiao Xiao Yuanhan.

"like!"

"Then call me Grandpa and listen!"

"Old guy! Old man!"

"Hey, you kid are so disobedient! Forget it, go play with your rattle..."

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Xiao Yuanhan's eyes were red and tears fell on the ground one by one.

He still remembers that what the old guy pays most attention to in his life was what scholars call integrity.

The old guy often told him that it is not scary for people to be poor, but you must have backbone. Even if you die, you must die in vain.

But now, his tombstone has been destroyed, his tomb has been dug, and even his ashes have been thrown all over the floor.

Xiao Yuanhan knelt on the ground, gathered the old guy's ashes bit by bit, held them in his hands, stood up silently, and roared hoarsely.

"Chen Yanxiong... I, Xiao Yuanhan, will kill you in this life!!!"

Han Jinlong looked at the thin young man who was whistling to the sky like a wounded wolf, and was speechless.
Chapter completed!