Old Man Huang finally agreed to Li Yu's request to go to the grave to have a look, but the main reason was that Old Man Huang wanted to go by himself.

The old grave on the hill is overgrown with weeds, and these withered yellow weeds, even if they are not cleaned up for a few weeks, will grow like crazy, break through the sky, and cover the grave.

It took a lot of effort to open it before he could make out the handwriting on the tombstone.

The tomb of the ancestors of the Huang family.

The latest addition to the name.

Huang Zhiming.

"Grandpa, I came to see you, and I came with someone who claimed to know you, but I didn't expect that someone really came to see you, not like a monkey, to see the [longevity] old man. Old man Huang gently stroked the grave, full of thoughts: "Those who originally watched the monkey are not here now, when people die, they have no value, it's really ironic, they used to come to fake blessings one by one..."

His grandfather and his father, his mother and grandmother are buried here...

When Li Yu stepped into this cemetery, his heart was suddenly touched.

The water mirror actually activated automatically, pulling Li Yu into the illusion.

"Ding, the water mirror automatically resonates. ”

"With the blessing of time, the willpower of mortals can reach an astonishing level that ordinary people cannot reach in the case of accumulation over time. ”

In the illusion, Li Yu saw the scene that happened in the past.

It was a teenager, a 16-year-old swarthy boy, striking iron, looking at the sky, full of anticipation, and the beauty returned.

"Little doll, don't think about the goddess on the mountain, come on, my daughter is very good, and she likes you very much, so it's better to just follow." ”

The butcher who came to the knife shop to ask for a knife grinned, smiled and quipped, there was a bit of seriousness in his words, and the butcher liked the seriousness of the young man very much.

The boy just smiled and didn't speak, still beating the iron with his hands.

The hammer and iron are striking, the young man is vigorous, high-spirited, and full of hope.

...

The young man has grown into a young man, he is 25 years old, he has reached the age when he has to get married, that person has not come back, the young man is like ashes, he is married to someone else, he has a good life.

The young man forgot about the goddess on the mountain, and lived with his current wife with peace of mind, full of children and grandchildren, and happy wives and children.

It's just that happiness didn't last long.

There was a malaria epidemic, and his wife died in the epidemic.

He lost everything again.

Then, he began to wait again.

Waiting for the female Taoist priest who has not come back so far, the person who made the promise back then.

...

I have experienced famine, I have experienced disease, I have experienced war, I have experienced many, many things.

There are so many of these things that a person can forget a lot, and the pain and joy seem a little insignificant in the face of the changes of time.

The boy couldn't remember what he had been through.

In the end, only the support of obsession remained, and I only knew that I had to wait.

Wait...

Wait for the beloved to return.

......

The power of time is very huge, although it is only a vague fragment, but Li Yu has witnessed it with his own eyes, he has waited from a young man to a gray-haired old man.

This obsession is not insignificant, and it consumes almost all life.

So much so that when he was pulled out of the water mirror, Li Yu could feel the traces of time remaining on his body.

"You say, is the person who Grandpa is waiting for really coming back? He has been waiting for so long..."Old Man Huang muttered: "I heard that it is the goddess and fairy on this mountain, could it be, it was just grandpa's imagination, many times, we wonder if there is really this person... And for this person, grandpa paid a hundred years of waiting..."

"Is it really worth paying for a hundred years because of a thought?" Old Man Huang sighed.

"Don't underestimate the power of longing, sometimes, this power can even travel through time and space... Take a look. ”

Li Yu lifted Fang Huamin's hijab.

When he saw Fang Huamin's full appearance, Old Man Huang was shocked.

"It's... This is... What is it. ”

"Flowers are like dreams. Li Yu looked at the grave and said indifferently: "At the end of the dream, it has finally come true, this is the person who the son of the swordsmith has been waiting for for a hundred years." ”

At this time, Fang Huamin's zombies actually acted on their own.

You must know that it is impossible for this kind of zombie to act on its own without a command.

The zombies in front of you are completely unbelievable in their own actions.

Old man Huang was still immersed in shock.

Fang Huamin dragged his body and slowly walked towards the tombstone.

"Look, Daddy!"

Xiao Li Huan suddenly exclaimed.

Li Yu looked over, and there was a white smoke coming out of the grave, ethereal like a mist.

The white smoke manifested into the figure of an old man.

White sideburns drooping, drooping eyes, plain single clothes, rickety backs, long crutches.

The image of an old man who is dying.

This is...

Wait until now, boy.

Huang Zhiming.

"No wonder it can directly trigger my water mirror, this soul strength, um... No, it's not a spirit, it's not a ghost..."

Li Yu looked at the old man Huang next to him, and the old man Huang looked at the figure condensed by the white smoke with a shocked expression.

He saw it too.

But Old Man Huang doesn't have a spiritual vision value or a spiritual physique, so naturally it can't be a soul, unless it's a powerful resentful spirit, and this thing in front of him doesn't look like a resentful spirit.

Fang Huamin walked towards the tombstone.

The phantom formed by the condensation of white smoke also walked towards Fang Huamin.

Huang Zhiming's phantom has gradually become young from old age.

came to Fang Huamin's face again.

Snuggle up to each other, and eventually the phantom returns to nothingness.

"Is this also a miraculous power of mortals, quantitative changes cause qualitative changes... This is something like supernatural power, human power has a limit, but the power of will can exceed this limit..."

Li Yu felt it, what was the constituent element of this white smoke phantom, it was those small points of light that condensed and floated in the air when he used his supernatural powers.

A frail centenarian, before he died, left something by will.

Fang Huamin stepped past the dissipated white smoke and leaned against the tombstone.

The zombie, who was supposed to have no feelings, suddenly smiled.

Laughter is as beautiful as blooming in early spring, just as it was back then.

"I... Return... Come... up..."

Only then did Li Yu realize it.

With strong willpower, not only the son of the swordsmith, but also Fang Huamin, even if he was transformed into a brainless zombie, he still remembered what he should have remembered.

The will supported by longing has also been supported by a hundred years, and has not dissipated, and has been supporting to return here.

...

[When I come back, I will entrust the master and let me marry you! As long as I can crusade against the ghost king, I can agree to any request!]

[Okay, I'll wait for you to come back, keep waiting...]

[We pull the hook ~ pull the hook up and down. 】

[A hundred years, no change. 】

Under the empty mountain and moon, lovesickness is like a dream, and a century-old dream is like a bubble...