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"Yan'er?" Chen Siyan asked. She had no idea what the old beggar meant.

The old beggar took three steps forward in order to pull open Chen Siyan's sleeves. Chen Siyan didn't know what to do with this beggar, so she hurriedly retracted her hand. Yu'er, who was standing by the side, also raised her sword in an attempt to block the old beggar's actions. The old beggar ignored everything and continued to raise his hand. Chen Siyan wanted to know what he was doing, so she didn't withdraw her hand. The old beggar opened his sleeve, revealing the bracelet on Chen Siyan's left wrist.

He touched the bracelet with his old and cracked hand, and choked out four words, "My Yan'er …" His face was full of tears, and his dry lips were still trembling.

The old beggar suddenly stretched out his arms and looked up to the sky, laughing and crying. "The heavens have finally opened their eyes! I've found Yan'er!" He then turned to the memorial tablet on the table and said, "I found Yan'er. "I found Yan'er, of course."

All of this happened in front of Chen Siyan's eyes, making her feel that it was very sudden and very strange. This old beggar offered incense to his parents before their spirit soul was released, constantly calling them Yan'er, snatching at the bracelet on his hand, and even calling out his mother's name.

Yu'er, who was standing at the side, was also completely confused.

The old beggar cupped Chen Siyan's arms with both hands, panting from excitement as he said, "Yan'er, I'm your father, your father, Yan'er." His face was filled with excitement and delight.

"Father?" Chen Siyan seemed to be caught unprepared by this sudden turn of events. This sudden turn of events caused her disordered thoughts to be unable to turn around.

"That's right!" "I am your father, and I am Chen Zhengnan." Chen Zhengnan raised his hand and gently untied the ribbon on Chen Siyan's hair. Instantly, her long, dark hair fell and covered her shoulders. Chen Zhengnan burst into tears, "My poor daughter." At this time, Chen Siyan tightly held onto Chen Zhengnan and cried loudly, her tears flowed unrestrained. Yu'er, who was standing at the side, also started sobbing. She was both excited and touched.

Fifteen years of separation of Yin and Yang, fifteen years of mutual love, fifteen years of suffering and suffering, all for the sake of transforming into a stream of tears.

Chen Zhengnan regained his composure and looked at Yu'er who was standing at the side. Chen Siyan also came back from her painful thoughts and saw her father staring at Yu'er with doubt in his eyes. She said, "This is Yu'er."

Yu'er wiped her tears away with her sleeve and said, "Uncle Chen."

Chen used his rough hands to wipe away the tears on Chen's cheeks. Yan'er, do you know? I've been looking for you and your Uncle Liu for the past fifteen years, but I can't ask around. I'm afraid that if those demon heads chase you down again, I'll accompany your mother and wait for you here. I believe that your Uncle Liu will bring you back for revenge. "It's good that you're back. Your mother will be happy too." While speaking, Chen Zhengnan pulled out a stack of cultivation coins from the cabinet under the spirit tablet. He took out a fire knife and fire stone to ignite the cultivation coins, and then picked up the three sticks of incense lying on the ground.

Puzzled, Chen Siyan asked, "Father, why did you place your spirit tablet next to Mother's?"

Chen Zhengnan handed the incense to Chen Siyan and said, "I'm afraid your mother will be alone. She's afraid of the dark." He wiped the dust off the spirit tablet with one hand.

Chen Siyan placed the incense in the incense burner and said, "Mother, Yan'er has returned." In an instant, tears rolled down his face.

He turned his head to look at his father who had been tormented for fifteen years by Wuqing. He used his hand to brush away his white hair and said, "Father, all these years I have caused you to suffer."

"I didn't suffer too much. I only hurt you and your mother. I've let down your mother!" Chen Zhengnan adjusted Chen Siyan's clothes and said.

Chen Siyan once again rearranged her hair to restore the man's appearance. The three of them brought the spirit tablet back to the Guest Clan Inn. Chen Zheng had bathed and changed his clothes, but his hair still covered the scar on his left cheek. After lunch, the three of them gathered around a table to talk about their past fifteen years of longing. They talked about how Uncle Liu had taught them martial arts, how Chen was lying in the streets waiting for them to come back, and how Yu'er had a pitiful life. Several times they wept. Tell me how they killed the Dove to find out who the mastermind was. During this time, the three of them had tears welling up in their eyes.

Chen Zhengnan stood up and said, "Now that Jiu Wu is dead, the yamen will more or less make some moves. I'm afraid that the two of you might be suspicious. We need to find a place to temporarily hide before making any plans."

"Maybe we should go to Young Master Yan's home. Big Sister Siyan, Young Master Yan is both handsome and elegant, and is also an outstanding hero. I think …" Yu'er had a bewitching smile on her face as she stared at Chen Siyan with a coquettish expression.

Chen Siyan pushed Yu'er's head with her hand and said, "Ghost spirit."

Puzzled, Chen Zhengnan asked, "Which Young Master Yan?"

Chen Siyan answered earnestly, "It was that Young Master Yan who sold butterfly silk on Changan Street. Last time, he was the one who saved me when he killed Jiu Wu."

Chen Zhengnan was quite surprised as he said, "Yes, it's him. He's a good person. He's helped me get through the cold and hunger several times in the past two years."

In such a big Chang'an, there were many poor people. What could an ordinary person, who had no money or authority, change? The parents of a commoner did not serve the common people, and only enjoyed their own happiness. Which genius of the people can live and work in peace, not be oppressed, not be tormented by famine?

Chen Siyan spoke in a kind of praising tone, "Young Master Yan is the thief 'Feixia' that was proclaimed on Changan Street."

This made Chen Zhengnan even more surprised. He knew that in the past two years, there had been a common hero who had helped the poor citizens by stealing from corrupt officials. However, he didn't know who this thief was, nor did he know that the one who had helped him three times was this Feixia.