Wang Ruo was touched, looked at everything that seemed to be very familiar on the Red Maple Mountain, and exuded his divine sense, extending to the farthest place.

While wandering in the middle of his divine sense, in a remote corner of the mountain, he found a place where Wang Ruoli's thoughts floated.

Wang Ruoli looked nervous and couldn't wait to dodge over.

I saw a few red maple trees, and in front of them dotted with autumn leaves, there were several graves.

Wang Ruoli's face was condensed, and he walked to the grave with heavy steps.

Wang Ruoli, whose mind became blank for a while, squatted down, stroked the mossy tombstone with his hand, and touched the already dim handwriting on the tombstone with trembling fingers: Wang Tianyang's tomb.

"Father......" Wang Ruoli knelt in front of the tomb, immersed in this sadness for a long time, no tears, no wailing, perhaps, the pain was deep, and the broken state of mind began to become unconscious.

The maple leaves flew and landed on the grave, as if they were putting on a blood-red coat for the pile of bulging dirt bags in front of them. With the autumn leaves as the company and the family on the side, it is calm and peaceful, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, but it is a good resting place.

"Father, when the child comes back this time, he will settle all the past grievances together. Wang Ruoli took a handful of grave soil, stood up, sprinkled it in the wind, and his heart moved, as if the return of this moment made the red maple space tremble together.

Wang Ruoli looked around at the graves of his father and others, and found that although these graves were sparse and slightly barren, there were still traces of people taking care of them, hoeing grass and sweeping the tombs.

"Who are you?" On the path between the maple trees, an old man in a brown linen robe walked up, holding a hoe in his hand, and looked at Wang Ruoli standing in front of the grave at this time in surprise.

Wang Ruoli turned around and looked at the figure of this young man, his figure was frozen, and his eyes were slightly red.

The old man was also stunned, seeing this white-haired man who suddenly appeared, his feet were sluggish, and his eyes were full of doubts.

"Yu Lao ......" Although Wang Ruoli's voice was sharp and hoarse, he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.

"You...... Are you ......" Yu Lao looked at the person in front of him carefully, looked at his figure, looked at his white hair, looked at his mask, both strange and familiar, for a while, he was speechless.

"Yu Lao, I haven't seen you for seven years, are you okay?" Wang Ruoli looked at Yu Lao's appearance compared to seven years ago, much older, his heart twitched, and his nose was slightly sour.

"Are you...... Young Master?" Yu Lao asked tentatively, relying on the feeling of familiarity he once had, but the appearance of the other party, white hair like snow, twilight, was even older than himself, and he couldn't believe it for a while.

"It's me. Wang Ruoli took a deep breath, tried to calm the excitement in his heart, and answered softly.

When Yu Lao heard this, he dropped the hoe, hurriedly ran to Wang Ruoli's side, held Wang Ruoli's arm with both hands, looked at Wang Ruoli emotionally, and said gimbled in his mouth because of his excitement: "Young master...... Really...... It's true...... You'll ...... Finally back......"

Yu Lao was in a mood, and the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, and two lines of clear flowed

tears, holding Wang Ruoli's arm tightly in his hand, as if he was afraid that if he didn't pay attention to let go, it would be like a dream, shattered and annihilated.

"After so many years, I have worked hard to get old. Wang Ruoli gritted his teeth and comforted.

"It's not hard, it's not hard at all, I can see the young master return safely in my lifetime, and the old slave dies without regrets. Yu Lao lowered his head slightly, held back his tears, and asked with a sob, "Young master, your hair?" It is rumored that before the battle of Yin Mountain, the young master was covered in blood, and his hair was white and ......."

Wang Ruoli gently removed the black copper mask, revealing the hideous and terrifying face under the mask.

"Young Master...... Whining...... Your face...... You ......" Yu Lao Lao burst into tears, looking at Wang Ruoli's face, there was no fear, no retreat, only infinite pity and distress, what did the young master go through to become what he is today.

"It's okay. Wang Ruoli said calmly, "Everything is over. ”

"Yes, it's all gone, it's good to be alive, it's good to come back. Yu Lao nodded heavily.

"The blood that my father once shed, today my Wang Ruoli finally came back to ask for it. Wang Ruoli stared ahead, with a little gratitude, "I was unfilial back then, and I couldn't collect my father's corpse, but fortunately, with the help of Yu Lao, I was able to let my father and them come to rest under this red maple tree." ”

"Young master, it's not the remains of the old slave. Yu Lao said in detail, "The old slave was ordered by the old man to stay in the red maple building, and failed to rush to Jingdu in time, and after the great change of Weiyin Mountain, the Jingyang royal family no longer exists, and in this Jingxiang land, everyone is afraid to avoid it." Fortunately, Miss Feng of Mingfeng Valley, who was kind-hearted, helped out, got the remains of the old lady and buried them here. Over the years, the old slave could only take care of the cemetery and do his best. ”

"Feng Xiaoxian?" Wang Ruoli thought lightly from his mouth, remembering the shadow of the white-eyed Feng Xiaoxian in the Jingxiang School Palace, nodded slightly, and remembered it in his heart.

"Yes, as an outsider, Miss Feng led the disciples of the sect to quietly collect the bodies of the old lady, but it did not cause the Jingxiang Chu clan to rebuke. Yu Lao replied truthfully.

"Yu Lao, before the change of Yin Mountain, was there any other survivor of the Jingyang Wang family besides you?" Wang Ruo was anxious, wanting to know about the survival situation back then.

"There are also Pei Qiong and a few of them, young master, don't worry, the old slave will take you to meet them. Wang Ruoli's return made Yu Lao feel much more relaxed, "I believe they will be happy to see the young master come back safely." ”

"Okay. Wang Ruoli calmed down and continued to ask, "Elder Yu, where do you live at present?"

"At that time, the Jingyang Wang family was destroyed, the trees fell and people were scattered, and all the properties were taken away by the Jingxiang Chu family. The old slave took Pei Qiong and a few of them and absconded everywhere to avoid the military's search. Yu Lao told about his experience over the years, "Two years ago, when the rumors gradually eased, Lao Nu and the others returned to Luoshui Town and found out that the Red Maple Xiaozhu at this time, along with the other properties of the Jingyang Wang family, had been auctioned off by the Jingxiang Chu family. It was a rich man surnamed Liu who bought the red maple small building, and the old slave secretly managed to subdue him

Rich Liu. Therefore, today's Red Maple Building, which is the property of the rich man Liu on the surface, has actually been controlled by the old slave and others, and has become a place where we secretly operate and live. ”

"I see, it's really hard for you. Wang Ruoxing was comforted and said with apologies.

"Whatever the young master said, these are what the old slave should do. Yu Lao's face was pleasant, and he happily led the way.

The two walked down the red maple path to the bottom of the mountain.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Leaving the Saint" with more like-minded people, "", talk about life, and find a confidant~