Li Wei was standing up and strode away. Zhu Di watched his back disappear and couldn't help but nod his head secretly. This person is available.

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On a small hill with lush trees in the south of the city, Li Wei was standing in front of a lonely new tomb, silently staring at the newly erected tombstone on the grave, with only five words: Han Danding's Tomb.

"Brother Han, I'm leaving. I don't know when I will come to see you again."

Li Wei was just remembering the scene at Nanyan Palace in Wudang Mountain. They were fighting silently with each other. A person who knew him, believed in him, and cherished him would be a life-and-death opponent. The mountain wind blew across the grave, and a small lilac flower that had just bloomed swayed and swung on the grave, looking so lonely.

Li Weizheng suddenly turned around and said to Ye Zitong: "Go and give me the fire note."

Ye Zitong was stunned. Although he didn't understand the intention, he still took out the fire note from the horse bag and handed it to him. "Click! Click" two times, a flame appeared in Li Weizheng's hand. He took out the letter from his arms, shook the paper open, and slowly lit it in front of Han Danding's tombstone. The flames licked the letter paper, and the letter paper curled. In the fire, it seemed as if the Mongolian troops were galloping and galloping. The swords and guns were protruding, and the shouts of killing were shocked. The fire gradually dimmed, and the letter burned into ashes. Li Wei raised his forehand, and pieces of black and gray were flying in the air, falling on Han Danding's grave.

"Brother Han, rest in peace!"

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Chapter completed!