After a while, the bamboo raft came not far in front of Fang He, Fang He tried to wave his hand, only to see the bamboo raft flick its tail, and then rowed towards Fang He.

For some reason, when Fang He's spiritual power fell on the water, everything became hazy, and even the scenery on the opposite bank was a little distorted, and he couldn't see it really, he could only perceive the bamboo raft gradually approaching the shore and the old man in his cloak on the bamboo raft.

The old man wears a hat on his head, and his old eyes are bright, and he has the charm of being old and strong.

"Young man, but you're going to the other side?"

"Yes, old man." Fang He responded politely.

"Then come up."

Fang He did not refuse the old man's invitation, although this river made Fang He's terrifying soul perception ability useless, but he didn't think it was because of the old man in front of him, after all, under his soul power scanning, the old man in front of him was just a mortal.

"Hehe, young man, to be able to meet the old man on this Forget Worry River, this is your blessing, but also the fate of you and me, if you are successful and famous in the future, you can come here to gather"

The boatman laughed, brushed his gray beard with one hand, and then saw how hard he tried, and the raft sailed lightly towards the other side.

Fang He didn't care about the Forget Worry River in the old man's mouth, after all, he had already known from Gong Yue's mouth that the name of this river was Forget Worry River.

The bamboo raft was drifting away, cutting two ripples along the calm water like a sharp sword.

Although it was only a shallow water pattern, under Fang He's perception, it was as powerful as a stormy wave, like a sharp sword cutting through the cloth, and the slightest water pattern rippled out, which was quite agile, and couldn't help but make Fang He intoxicated.

Not long after, the bamboo raft had already come to the other side, seeing that Fang He was still pondering, the old man did not bother, just with a hint of appreciation, he smiled and watched Fang He gradually disappear, and all this, Fang He, who was immersed in his feelings, did not notice.

When Fang He woke up, it was already afternoon, and under his spiritual glance, he didn't find the bamboo raft and the old man, and the place where he was standing was on a lonely rock.

When he was confused, bursts of mountain songs came from the water, beautiful and pleasant, and he couldn't tell whether it was a male voice or a girl, and then he saw that the originally calm water surface began to surge, in Fang He's opinion, this is the movement that a big river should have.

"Perhaps, what I saw before was done by Gong Yue." Fang He thought so, and then jumped off the lonely stone and walked towards the place where Gong Yue said her house was.

After a while, he came to a piece of broken rubble, compared it carefully, and determined that this was Gong Yue's maiden home, but things were not human, and in hundreds of years, this rubble was already covered with green and yellow weeds.

Looking at the huge ruins in front of him, Fang He's mind couldn't help but drift to the Jinghong Mountain. It seems that he can see through the clouds and mist at a glance, see the wordless tombstone he has erected, and also seem to see the land of the ancestral house full of green and yellow grass and the laughter of parents and relatives.

Shaking his head, Fang He woke up from his memories, and after careful inspection, he quickly identified the location of the hall, first nodded slightly towards the other side of the river, and then bowed deeply to the front of the hall, and then walked lightly towards the place where the hall was located, as if he was afraid of hurting the shoots growing on the ruins and dead grass.

This distance Fang He seemed to have walked for a long time, until the sun was about to set, he came to the front of the hall, and also saw two white bones covered by wild grass that were almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, after all, hundreds of years had passed, and it was not easy for Fang He to find out the difference between the white bones and the surrounding soil under Fang He's perception.

Without too much emotion, he saw that between the waves of Fang He's arm, he collected the white bones and assimilated soil on a piece of green cloth, and then took out some white paper from the Void Spirit Realm, cut it into paper money and sprinkled it on it, and then gently wrapped it up, picked up the Spirit Void Sword in his hand, and soon a one-person-sized dirt pit appeared in front of him.

With a slight bow, Fang He neatly put the dry bones wrapped in green cloth into the soil pit and buried them with the soil piled on both sides to form a simple tomb. Then he cut a stone into the shape of a tombstone with the inscription "Parents of Gong Yue", stood in front of the grave, and bowed again.