Long Sorrow Song - C58

The sky was dark and full of stars.

It was quiet outside, and sometimes, it was extremely quiet. It was also very scary. Aside from the room in the middle of the inn with the light on, the rest of the rooms had been turned off. There was probably no one inside, or someone had already fallen asleep.

If a person can sleep peacefully every day, isn’t it a very happy thing?

Of course, Ye Han didn’t sleep. He just sat inside the room, staring at the candles on the candlestick, listening for any sounds from outside. He had lit the lamp in order to make it easier for uncle Dan to find him.

Ye Mo Han’s eyes were bright and full of spirit, and his handsome face was even more vigorous under the candlelight. Chi Feng was right next to him. Although the lights in the room were out, Ye Wen knew that nothing could escape his sharp ears. When one’s martial arts had reached a certain level, one’s aging rate would be delayed. Chi Feng had already achieved this point.

Even after the candle had burnt down, there was still no movement from outside. Ye Yi Han sat on the bed for a long time and couldn’t help but feel anxious. He was worried about Liu Yiyi, worried that he wouldn’t be able to see her once she was killed. Only now did Ye Mo Han realize that he was worried about his personal gains and losses. Then, he thought of Mo Xiyan and her arrogant appearance. This kind of girl was doted on by thousands of people since she was young. When she did things, she naturally couldn’t avoid offending others because of her willfulness. But when she was in the Hua Shan Sect, she had bargained with Zhang Qingwu about the matters of the Heaven’s Will Sect’s territory. It was as if she was deep in thought, and did not seem like a spoiled girl at all. Could it be that Ye Wen Han suddenly thought of something? Even if the Heaven’s Will Sect attacked the Hua Shan Sect, Mo Yunfan would still know about it. He wanted Mo Xiyan to go to the Hua Shan Sect to wait for the Hua Shan Sect to leave things to their own devices, and then ask for help from the Mo Clan.

On that day, He Wu Lan was also present on Mount Hua. Not long after she descended the mountain, the Heavenly Will School began attacking the Hua Mountain border. Clearly, this order was given by He Wu Lan’s trusted subordinate, He Wu Lan. Then how did Mo Yunfan know that the Church of Heaven’s Will had suddenly attacked the Hua Shan Sect? Sun Muxia and He Wulan naturally kept such a confidential matter a secret. When Mo Yunfan heard this news, someone must have revealed it to him. Regardless of who it was, this person was a bridge between Sun Muxia and He Wulan, who was also between Wu Dang and the Heaven’s Will Sect.

Why would such a person join hands with Mo Yunfan? Thinking up to here, Ye Mo Han couldn’t help but exclaim. The personal grudges between the martial arts world and the various powers were far too different. A personal feud can end with the death of the other. Although the various factions had ended up killing each other, the open rivalry and covert battles between them were much more soul-stirring than the confrontation between the two.

When the sound of footsteps came from outside, the candle in the cold room had just been extinguished. The sound of their footsteps was very loud. Most of the people who could make such a sound while walking in the middle of the night wanted their opponents to hear them. The sound of his footsteps came to a sudden halt after ten times. After a short while, it started to sound again. After repeated this way three times, Ye Mo Han pushed open the door and walked out.

Chi Feng was already at the door, coldly looking at the people who were trying their best to walk downstairs. That person was the manager of this inn. Chi Feng stared at him for a while, he felt rather bored, so he turned around and returned to his room, “This kind of person would have directly killed me if I had been disturbed by him.”

Ye Mo Han lowered his head to look at the shopkeeper and saw that with every step he took, he would step heavily on the ground with his other foot. At this moment, there were people cursing non-stop in the guest room on the second floor. The shopkeeper pretended not to listen. Ye Jianhan found this interesting and thought to himself, “Could this person still be sleeping?” The shopkeeper had been downstairs all this time, but he kept circling around. Every time he turned around, he would raise his head to look in the direction of Ye Mo Han.

Ye Mo Han jumped down and stood by the shopkeeper’s side. The shopkeeper immediately stopped and turned around, walking in the opposite direction. At this time, his steps didn’t make the slightest sound.

The two of them left the inn one after the other. They walked into a forest and continued to walk deeper into the forest. The deeper they went, the colder it became. It was unknown whether it was the cold in the sky or the cold in the heart. Ye Wen Han looked around, only to see a thick forest with lush foliage. Even if it was daytime, there would still be no daylight here, let alone the fact that it was already late at night. If not for the fact that Ye Wen had practiced his cultivation late at night when he was young, he would probably have stumbled upon such a place while walking.

The shopkeeper walked as if he were walking on flat ground. It was obvious that he was extremely familiar with this place. Ye Mo Han followed closely behind, not knowing where Ye Mo was taking him. No matter where, Ye Mo Han would come. This was because the unknown caused fear and curiosity in others.

The innkeeper suddenly stopped. In front of him was a thatched hut with two red lanterns hanging from the roof. The innkeeper clapped three times. The two red lanterns actually lit up by themselves. A weak red light instantly illuminated the thatched cottage’s appearance. The door of the hut was vermilion in color, and the two doors on either side were painted with the mask of a hellish ox head and a horse face.

In the depths of the strange forest, there were strange thatched huts and strange red lanterns. Could this be the entrance to hell? Just as Ye Mo Han and the shopkeeper approached the thatched cottage, Ox-Head and Horse-Face’s’ Door of Hell ‘opened. A petite figure appeared in Ye Mo Han’s eyes.

The petite man looked at Ye Mo Han, coughed once, and stood to the side. The interior of the house was brightly lit with simple furnishings. There were no windows, so there was no light at all from the outside. Inside the room lay a man with a pale face, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, or as if he had just crawled out of a grave. It was Uncle Yan.

“Lord Ye, I think you have guessed that I am faking my death.” “Uncle Yan spoke weakly.” However, poison is still poison. Even though I managed to survive, my martial arts skills have been completely lost. ”

Ye Mo Han’s heart was filled with fear as he said, “You knew that Gongsun Yu Xia wanted to kill you, so you drank it even though you knew it was poisonous?”

Uncle Yan waved his hand, signaling the shopkeeper and the skinny man to leave. After the two left, Uncle Yan said seriously, “Since the Kongtong Sect is suffering from internal and external troubles, I have no choice but to risk my life. However, I have also included Young Master Ye and Old Senior Chi. I feel very guilty.”

“Then where is Miss Liu who is with me?” Although Ye Mo Han was suspicious, he still cared about Liu Yiyi’s safety.

“Good. Lady Liu. We are in a safe place now. Please don’t worry, Lord Ye.” Shi Bo struggled to move his body.

“Now can you tell me what you want me to do?” The Sect Leader was willing to risk his life to lure him here. He must have some ulterior motive. Ye Mo understood this principle very well.

“Lord Ye is so straightforward.” “Yes.” But don’t worry, listen to the sequence of events. ”

So it turned out that the sect head selection was decided by the previous sect leader. The next Sect Leader should be selected by at least five people. The Kongtong Sect Leader should choose the most reliable person among these five, the one who would keep his word the most, to succeed him. As for the candidates for the other sect heads, they would have to be personally killed by the Kongtong Sect Master to ensure that the new successor of the Kongtong Sect Master would be able to safely assume office and not be threatened by other competitors.

However, when Uncle Yan took over the position of Sect Leader, the previous Sect Leader suddenly died. The other few who were defeated were killed by him one by one, but Ji Yongao suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth. Twelve years later, Ji Yongao openly appeared in front of Shi Bo of the Kongtong Sect. Gongsun Chun Qiu and his sister Gongsun Yuxia appeared together with him. At that time, Gongsun Chunqiu’s name had already spread throughout the world. He had received the reverence of the people of the various sects and clans, and had come forward to plead for mercy. Furthermore, they treated him like an old friend at first sight. The two of them would often talk about matters of the world at night. Not long after, Gongsun Yuxia also had feelings for her uncle, so Gongsun Chunqiu asked Ji Yongao to be his matchmaker.

That year, Gongsun Yu was in his early twenties, so Uncle Yan was overjoyed to have a beautiful wife. He no longer had any murderous intentions towards Ji Yongao, and so he appointed a fake job in the Kongtong Sect to pacify him. From then on, Uncle Yan and Gongsun Yu drank and talked merrily on summer days, building houses and gardens. Although he was born with a generous disposition and formed a wide range of friends, he couldn’t help but let the people of Kongtong talk about his beauty. At the same time, as the head senior brother, Ji Yongao had formulated a series of policies to benefit the people and gradually gained a certain amount of popularity and prestige in the Kongtong Sect. It was too late when he found out that he was no longer as prestigious as Ji Yongao. Ji Yongao had already grasped most of Kongtong’s forces. The discovery that followed caused Uncle Yan to be even more surprised. Because all of this was a scheme designed by the Gongsun, Chun Qiu, sister, and Ji Yongao. The goal was to obtain Kongtong’s heirloom — the Hornless Lamp.