Long Sorrow Song - C80

Ye Wen pressed himself against the stone pillar, and his body became as light as a gecko. Ye Mo Han became even more cautious after he came down. Sun Mubai and Wuyu had both come to the Hua Shan Sect, so they didn’t dare to be the slightest bit careless.

Ye Mo Han and Chi Feng had set a time limit of two days. What could he do in these two days? Could he unravel this plot? Ye Jianhan himself did not know that the unknown would not change due to an individual’s conjecture. It would only change due to the difference in individual practice. Right now, what Ye Mo Han really wanted to do was to quickly find a servant’s room and hide in it. Otherwise, he would definitely be discovered. After dodging the roof guards and avoiding the sentries on the ground, Ye Wen finally found a large courtyard after seven or eight turns. There was no one on the roof, and the sentries only came here once every half day.

Ye Mo Han jumped into the courtyard. There was a large well at the entrance, and the courtyard was filled with firewood. There were hundreds of houses around the courtyard. There were people living there, as well as kitchens. Ye Mo Han was overjoyed, this must be the entire Hua Shan Sect’s kitchen. Ye Mo Han looked around and saw two firewood huts at the northwest corner of the entrance. He quietly went inside and prepared to use it as a resting area for the day.

At dawn, the kitchen began to get busy. The three cooks were ordered to move firewood in the woodshed. Their eyes were all sleepy, and the moment they opened the door of the woodshed, they felt a gust of wind blowing out from inside the house, as if a human figure flew past them. The three of them looked at each other in dismay. They had just woken up and saw that everything was a bit blurry, so they didn’t think much of it. That figure was none other than Ye Chonglou.

Ye Mo Han had chosen to come out at this time for a reason. This was the time when a person’s awareness was the weakest. So what was Ye Mo going to do at this time? He crouched on the roof, checked where the defenses were strongest, and made his decision. Then he headed for the place where there were many sentries. In the direction Ye Mo Han went, if those patrolling on the rooftop were not monks, they would be able to rule out the Shaolin Faction. Moreover, their qinggong path was not the Hua Shan Faction, which meant that they were from the Wudang Faction. The Wudang Sect’s Qing Gong and sword art were both recognized as the best in the martial arts world, so when Ye Mo Han saw those people jump on the roof and then jump in the air, he was even more sure that Sun Muxia was over there. Sun Muxia and Young Master Lin had sent people to chase after Ye Mo Han everywhere. Wasn’t it equivalent to seeking death if he took the initiative to come to their doorstep?

Since they were going to be there, they were not afraid of being discovered. Ye Wen was already standing in front of a house after a few jumps. The house did not look much different from the rest of the Hua Shan Sect, except that as soon as Ye Wen’s feet touched the ground, twenty-eight people surrounded him, including eight guards who patrolled the roof. Looking at the situation, Ye Mo Han was even more sure that Sun Muxia was living here.

“Who are you?” One of them asked Ye Mo Han.

“Ye Mo Han has come to pay his respects to Sect Leader Wu.” Hearing the three words, “Ye Mo Han”, the faces of the twenty people suddenly changed.

“The leaf is cold. You are indeed in the Hua Shan Sect, but since you dared to show your face, don’t think of leaving here alive. ” One of them gave a signal to the few people beside him, and the other eight immediately flew up to the rooftops, continuing to jump between the houses, as if they were afraid that the people from the Hua Shan Sect would discover the abnormality.

Ye Mo Han couldn’t help but laugh, these people from the Wudang Sect actually thought that he was hiding in the Hua Shan Sect. He then said loudly into the room, “Ye Mo Han has come to pay his respects to the Sect Leader of the Sun family.”

“Let him in.” A genial voice sounded from within the room, stopping the twenty Martial Disciples who were about to take action. The twenty of them did not dare to defy the Sect Leader’s orders, and could only open up a path for Ye Mo Han to enter.

Ye Mo Han pushed the door open and entered. He saw a kind looking old man with gray hair wearing a purple and gold robe. He was the leader of the martial arts school, Sun Ming.

“Lord Ye, don’t you know that Wu Dang and Shaolin have sent many men to kill you?” Sun Muxia squinted his eyes at Ye Mo Han. He really didn’t understand why Ye Mo would suddenly come here.

“Got it.” “Yes.” Ye Mo Han replied straightforwardly. I am willing to bear the responsibility for the death of the Martial Saint who was guarding Senior Chi. Today, I have come to ask Sect Leader Sun a question. ”

Ye Mo Han’s answer really made Sun Muxia astonished. This young man had willingly delivered himself to his doorstep, was he really here just to ask him a question? What was the problem that could make him take the risk, or even risk his life?

In the morning, the Hua Shan Sect had already prepared breakfast, and the people from the kitchen began to deliver food to each room in batches. For Shaolin and Wu Dang’s Sect Leader, the meal was especially sumptuous. As soon as the meal arrived, another person came to be Sun Muxia, the head of Tongwu Sect. After the meal, Zhang Qingwu led the elders to the meeting room to receive him and Shaolin Faction’s Zen Master Wuyu.

After the morning hour. The sky was still dark, and the clouds were low in the distance. The air was hot and humid, a clear prelude to the heavy rain. The meeting room was originally a place where the Hua Shan Sect’s Sect Leader and the Sect Elders could discuss important matters. Now that Zhang Qingwu had used it to meet with the other Sect Leaders, no one objected. In the discussion room, Zhang Qingwu was seated at the head seat. On the left should be Chen Shaochong, White Crane Xuan, Wen Hongyi, Lu Xingchi, and a middle-aged man. The one on the right was Zen Master Wu Wei, a chunky monk with a round red face, white eyebrows, and a white beard that reached to his chest. Sun Muxia was the last to arrive, and he directly sat beside Wuyu.

Zhang Qingwu cleared his throat twice, stood up and bowed towards Wuyu and Sun Muxia, “My niece Qingwu has never seen the two Sect Leader uncles before. However, the two uncles came first, so Qingwu is truly ashamed.”

Thoughtless ignored Zhang Qingwu, but stared at Chen Shaochong and said, “There’s no need for formalities. Sect Leader Sun and I came for the Hornless Lamp.”

Chen Shaochong looked at Zhang Qingwu, who nodded, “Tell the two Sect Leaders the truth.”

“Two sect masters, the Hornless Pan would have already been snatched by the Mo Clan.” “Chen Shaochong felt a little sad.” The Chu Li, Sa Elder and Li Zhixiang Elder were also killed by the Mo Clan. ”

“Mo Clan, the one who forcibly took over the outer barrier was the Mo Clan, and the one who took away the Hornless Pan Clan was the Mo Clan.” Wu Dai muttered to himself calmly.

“Sect Leader Zhang and Elder Chen, what do you think we should do?” Sun Muxia turned around and looked at the middle-aged man, and casually asked, “And who is this person?”

The middle-aged man cupped his fist and said, “I am Sima Chang Xing, the former elder of the Hua Shan Sect.”

“But that Elder Sima Chang Xing who was expelled by Lin Moyu because he broke the sect rules and went to the Mo Family?” Sun Muzhen was enlightened.

Sima Chang Xing let out two hollow laughs, then froze on the spot. He didn’t know whether to fight or to sit. Zhang Qingwu said, “The reason why Sima Chang Xing stayed in the Mo Clan for so many years was actually to search for evidence that Mo Yunfan was trying to rule the entire world. Now, he has become an elder of the Hua Shan Sect once again. ”

“Did you find it?” Wu Yu and Sun Muxia, or rather Shaolin and Wu Dang, were not willing to openly be enemies with the Mo Clan. After all, using the Mo Clan to restrain the Nangong Clan was a necessary method to maintain the balance in the martial arts world.

“This time, I took the risk to escape from the Mo Clan to report to Sect Head Zhang. Since Mo Yunfan obtained the Horned Lamp Pan, he will definitely cultivate the Demonic Divine Art.” Sima Chang Xing began to speak frankly, “As long as he can master the [Divine Art], all the sects in the martial arts world will be defeated by him. “After so many years, I have truly witnessed the strength of the Mo Clan’s troops.”

Sun Muxia and Wuyu glanced at each other with a smile. Their laughter was clearly mocking the other party, but it did not seem to lose their aristocratic demeanor.

When Sima Chang Xing saw their reactions, he sat down in embarrassment. Wu Wei said, “Let’s not talk about the Mo Clan for now. I just want to know if the new and old pavilion masters, Ye Mai Han and Chi Feng, are hiding in the Hua Shan Sect.”

Sun Muxia stroked his beard and laughed, “What Zen Master Wuyu said is exactly what I am interested in. “Ye Mo Han and Chi Feng have killed so many people from my sect, and have also started a massacre in the Emerald Pavilion. Since Sect Leader Zhang has not said a single word, the two of us have no choice but to suspect that the Hua Shan Sect is trying to cover for Ye Mo Han and Chi Feng.”

It was normal for Sun Muxia to not want to go to the Hua Shan Sect for help, but he had just seen Ye Mo Han, how could he pretend not to know? And for what?