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Yan Wenqing and Xiao Lan, who had never left the village, also found their way back up the mountain. Although the Water God's Well was at the foot of the mountain, with how big the mountain was, it would be difficult for them to find their way up the mountain even if they weren't familiar with each other.

When Xiao Lan arrived at the village entrance, it was unknown whether she was happy or sad. Tears flowed down her face as she walked into her house with heavy steps. The house was quiet without a single sound, but the clean interior made Xiao Lan feel at ease.

"Mother? "Mother?" Xiao Lan called out in a choked voice. However, there was no reply from inside the room. At this time, an old man walked out from the inner room. He placed both his hands on the door frame and looked towards the front of the hall with a haggard expression. When the old man saw Xiao Lan clearly, he suddenly cried, "Miss Xiao Lan." The old man staggered over and held her face to examine it, tears streaming down his face. Xiao Lan was so excited that she started crying again. When the old man noticed Yan Wenqing, who was still standing outside the door, she stood there, almost unable to move a step. When Yan Wenqing saw Grandma hurry up and hug Grandma, the two of them couldn't say anything, they could only try their best to shed tears. The old lady held Yan Wenqing's rough hands and touched them everywhere. Yan Wenqing looked at his grandma's haggard face and couldn't help wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

At this time, Little Lan Niang, who was outside the door, came back with the hoe. When she saw Xiao Lan and Yan Wenqing in the room, she immediately threw the hoe on her shoulder and ran into the room in a fluster. Lan'er, my Lan'er! "Little Lan Niang kept stroking Xiao Lan's face. She sized her up before excitedly hugging her.

This kind of yearning that seemed to be separated between Yin and Yang had caused the two elders to break their intestines. The world's most heartbreaking event was when the white-haired man gave away the black-haired man. That kind of heartlessness was unbearable for the old granny. Now that the two families had gathered together at the edge of life and death, the four people in front of the hall cried endlessly with tears and snot streaming down their faces.

Only now did Yan Wenqing and Xiaolan know that it had already been thirty-seven days since they had jumped off the cliff, and as they spoke, their faces were filled with tears. Yan Wenqing felt extremely sad as he looked at his grandma, who looked haggard and haggard after this period of time. After experiencing life and death situations, a staunch and resolute man could not help but shed tears at the moment due to his family love. Xiao Lan continued to hug her mother and cry from time to time.

After dusk, the grandma and Little Lan Niang busied themselves with cooking. Although it was just plain food, it was still a full table. Yan Wenqing and Xiao Lan, who had left their family for such a long time, ate the warm food at home. Their hearts had an incomparable feeling of warmth.

Tomorrow, the four of them would go to the Yellow Mountain. The old granny and Little Lan Niang brought Yan Wenqing to find the arranged and won grave. When Yan Wenqing saw the tablet that read 'Benefactor has won senior's tomb', she heavily knelt on the ground. The other three people standing behind him were also filled with tears when they saw this sorrowful scene.

After a long time, the old granny said, "Qing`er, why don't you just cry? It's not good for you to be like this." He wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

Yan Wenqing wiped off her tears and kowtowed three times, "Master, Qing`er will definitely avenge you. You said that a great grudge cannot be avenged without a small grudge, but such evil people are too vicious, they shouldn't live in this world." Hatred immediately appeared in Yan Wenqing's eyes. Perhaps it was the word 'hatred' etched deep into his heart. His bare-handed father died at the hands of the tyrannical soldiers, and his mother died with bitterness and hatred. His Master died under the swords of those vicious evil people. This kind of life and death pain was too much for a twenty year old youth. Perhaps only by clenching his fists tightly would he be able to keep his family from suffering any more.

He and Xiao Lan walked in front of the house which had already been burnt into ruins. Birds were chirping in the surrounding woods, and he slowly closed his eyes, as if he could see the happy and happy days of his grandma's benevolent face as she watered the flowers in the garden. He saw his master in the garden, holding his hands and teaching him martial arts.

Looking at this scene, Yan Wenqing's eyes were filled with sparkling and translucent tears. Looking at the ruined wall that had been burnt, Yan Wenqing noticed that there was still a handkerchief hanging at the corner of the wall that hadn't been burnt out yet. He quickly took it off, carefully and carefully opened it up as he stared at it. Yan Wenqing's tears dripped onto the handkerchief. He raised his head and looked at the sky, not letting any more tears fall.

Xiao Lan saw all of this. She knew how Yan Wenqing was feeling right now. After experiencing so much with him, she seemed to know just how much pain he was feeling in his heart.

The two of them stood like this for a long time without saying a word, just looking at this ruined situation, reminiscing about the little bit of happiness they had in the past, looking for those shadows that had already been burnt into pieces.

After about two hours, the two of them went down the mountain and returned to Xiao Lan's home. Yan Wenqing slowly opened the wooden box and took out the folding fan inside, carefully opening it and drawing a few strokes of a butterfly on the fan. Although the drawing of the butterfly was very lifelike, and the brush clearly contained a lot of vitality, Yan Wenqing did not dare to believe his eyes, and was amazed at the brilliance of the butterfly on the fan in his hand. Because Yan Wenqing had read and refined the secret manual at the bottom of the cliff, the contents of the butterfly on the fan became clear once he carefully observed it. This time, he finally understood why his Master had written in his secret manual that he needed to use his fan as a tool. In the past, his uncle-master had secretly learned the secret manual to the point of Qi deviation because he had not been able to open all 11 acupuncture points on his body. His master had taught him the moves in those secret manuals, but had not told him that they were merely butterflies. Now that everything related to "The Feather of Butterflies" had been clearly understood on this fan, it was not in vain for Martial Granduncle to put in so much effort to remain in this world. Yan Wenqing's face seemed to have the most genuine smile Xiao Lan had seen in a long time, instead of a fake smile that contained a bit of heartache.

The grandma's hands were clumsy as she opened up the clothes she had taken out with the box. When she saw the light and thin clothes, she noticed that there were faint marks of a butterfly on them. The butterfly looked like it was about to fly away.