Long Sorrow Song - C100

Ye Han struggled to stand up, supporting himself with the tree, and walked on the mountain rocks. After about an hour, the sound of the waterfall had died down. Ye Mo had not eaten for a day, and his stomach was filled with hunger. Under normal circumstances, Ye Wen would be able to catch some prey and roast it. Even if he wasn’t good enough, he would still be able to find some wild fruits to satisfy his hunger. He wanted to get up and see if there was anyone living nearby. After walking for a long time, he could only look around to see if there were mountains or trees. There was not a single ray of light in the wilderness. Ye Wen laid himself on the ground and silently sighed. It seemed that he could only endure the torture of being starved in one night.

Ye Mo Han stayed in the valley for over a year, and when he fell, it was already early spring, and now it was already the arrival of another spring day. The winter had just passed, and the cold was still reckless. Ye Mo was cold and soaked, so it was fine if he was lying in the wilderness during the day. Those who reached a certain level of inner force did not need to fear the cold, but Ye Mo Han used up too much of his inner force. Ye Mo Han was probably very sensitive to cold winds, even when it was the beginning of spring and the flowers were blooming.

Ye Han laid down on a big rock. After the sunlight shone on it during the day, Ye Wen had originally felt some warmth from the rock, but after lying down for a while, the warmth was replaced by waves of coldness. Ye Wen Han didn’t even bother to roll his body over as he continued to curl up on the rock. Ye Wen was both sleepy and hungry, but after leaving for less than an hour, he didn’t want to get up and move anymore. He could only struggle in the cold and wait for dawn to arrive.

The waning moon hung high in the sky, obscured from time to time by dark clouds. The howls of wolves began to sound out in the wilderness. The howls rose and fell one after another, as if they were circling above an empty valley. They didn’t disperse for a long time, making people’s hair stand on end. Ye Wen’s eyes were closed, and he was trembling with cold, as if he had not heard anything. But he remembered when he was thirteen years old and his grandfather had taught him how to practice martial arts in remote places, he had met a wolf on his first day in a barren mountain. The wolf only glared at Ye Wen from a distance, but at the same time, it let out a howl. Ye Mo Han looked at the wolf that was provoking him, and felt a kind of indescribable disgust. At that time, his grandfather had just taught him a new set of fist techniques. Ye Mo wanted to test his power, so he decided to use that one as a test subject. Thirteen years old Ye Mo Han did not fear wolves at all, after thirteen years of hard work, a wolf leaf Mo Han did not pay any attention to. As Ye Mo expected, the wolf died under his hands and feet.

Killing a wolf was nothing in Ye Mo’s eyes. For a boy of his age, this was something to be happy about and proud about. Ye Mo Han didn’t seem happy. Just as the wolf died under his fist, a wolf cub came crawling over from the distance. It turned out to be the wolf cub’s mother. The wolf cub crawled to the side of his mother and continued to howl. He was calling out to his mother. Ye Mo Han saw this scene, his heart was full of grief. He had never had a mother since he was young. He could empathize with the wolf cub’s sudden loss of a mother. What made him most ashamed and regretful was that it was he who killed the wolf cub’s mother and made the wolf cub an orphan. Ye Wen Han could still remember his feelings at that time. He wished that the wolf cub would come over and bite him, so that he could avenge his mother. When Ye Mo Han squatted down and tried to get close to the wolf cub, the wolf cub’s fearful eyes made Ye Mo Han even more ashamed. That day, he didn’t listen to his grandfather’s words and practiced his martial arts properly, instead, he found a secluded place to cry. That childhood cry was the most vivid memory of Ye Shuang. He regretted what he had done to himself and covered his face in pity for the wolf cub’s loss of his mother. Among them, there was perhaps also the self-pity of Ye Mo Han and the helpless accusation of his orphan’s birth. The sound of the wolf was getting farther and farther away, but the howls of the wolf cub many years ago still lingered in Ye Mo Han’s heart. For a moment, Ye Mo hoped that the wolves would find out that he had been eaten by them as revenge for his kind.

The deeper the night went, the colder the chill became. Although Ye Mo Han’s body was curled up, he could still feel his limbs slowly becoming stiff. The exhaustion of his physical strength and the hunger of his stomach were slowly attacking Ye Mo Han’s consciousness, and he didn’t even have the strength to open his eyes. In a trance, he felt as if he had walked into a large room. The floor was covered with a thick carpet, and a charcoal fire was burning brightly in the room. Above the brazier was a long table filled with all kinds of delicacies. Ye Chanhan walked over unsteadily. As he looked at those dishes, he actually didn’t know which one to eat first. Just as Ye Mo Han was about to reach out for the food, the table in front of him began to move away from him. Ye Mo Han took two steps forward and realized that the house was flying upwards as well, including the charcoal brazier. Ye Mo Han suddenly realized that he was standing in mid-air. While Ye Wen was at a loss, he saw two people walking over from afar. One was Zhang Qingwu, and the other was Liu Yiyi. The two walked towards Ye Mo Han intimately. Their hands were empty, but when Ye Mo Han appeared, each of them had a sword in their hands, and they both thrust towards Ye Mo Han. The sword energy was slow, but Ye Wen could not avoid it. He could only watch helplessly as the two swords pierced through his body. He clearly experienced the feeling of a sharp weapon piercing through his chest. After his body was stabbed through, Ye Mo Han’s body started to fall. He returned to the summit of Falling Goose Peak. Liu Yiyi and Zhang Qingwu stood at the edge of the cliff and sneered as they watched Ye Mo Han fall. His back was scorching hot. Ye Mo Han turned his head to take a look in the air and realized that he was actually falling into the sea of fire. The fire at the bottom of the cliff was like a coiled fire dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws at Ye Mo Han, the prey.

Ye Wen Han opened his eyes. It was already noon, and the stone he was lying on was hot from the sun’s rays. His wet clothes had long since been dried. Ye Wen was not used to the glare of the sun. He covered the sun with his hand. He thought that he would be frozen to death or eaten by the wolves, but he didn’t expect that he would sleep until noon. Looking at the warm sunlight and the lush greenery that was filled with life, Ye Wen’s mood also improved. At this time, Ye Wen’s spirit and physical strength had somewhat recovered, and he was able to walk normally once he stood up. He got up from the rock and walked forward aimlessly. Along the way, he saw some fruits that he could eat, so he picked up a stone and threw some of the fruits down. Ye Mo only managed to smash a few fruits a few times. He picked up the wild fruit from the ground, wiped it on his clothes and stuffed it into his mouth. Among the dozen or so fruits, they were not ripe, and most of them were still immature. When Ye Wen ate them, he did not feel bitter at all. In his heart, these unripe fruits were comparable to the delicacies on the table.

With something in his stomach, Ye Wen’s cold stamina had also been restored. With his physical strength, Ye Wen felt cold and immediately wanted to use his internal energy. Even after repeated tries, his body still felt empty. Ye Mo Han smiled bitterly and continued to walk forward. He wanted to find a place with people smoking before the sky darkened. In the wilderness, any wild beast could bite the current him to death. The cold and hungry cold of the first night had caused Ye Mo Han to think that he was only one step away from death. At that time, his state of mind had thrown away everything. When he woke up, the people in the dream were already lingering in his mind. When the rays of the sun, full of hope, fell on Ye Shuang, he felt that everything had become beautiful again.

Darkness was something that people easily associated with desperate situations. Sunlight was always the embodiment of hope. It represented an unyielding and positive attitude. If your heart is always full of sunshine, then you must be someone who will do something. But how many people in this world could keep their hearts full of hope?

Ye Mo walked aimlessly in the wilderness. He didn’t know which direction to go, and only headed towards the opposite side of the mountain. When he saw the Wild Goose Falling Peak, he would feel uncomfortable. Was it because Zhang Qingwu planned to kill him? At this time, Ye Mo kept reminding himself that he must remain calm. Now that everyone in the martial arts world believed that he was dead, even the pavilion master of the Jade Pavilion was no exception. This was an opportunity. Ye Mo Han knew clearly in his heart that after Chen Shaochong’s death, the splitting of the Jade Pavilion would come to an end and they would unite together. That was to say that in the past year, the Jade Pavilion had become even more powerful than before. The Emerald Pavilion had grown again, and the reason it was cold was because of Ye Wen. This way, he could eliminate the Jade Pavilion, which had been in conflict with the Ye Clan for three generations.