Long Sorrow Song - C84

Falling Goose Peak’s cold wind blew incessantly for four hours. Zhang Qingwu specially got people to prepare some food and wine and sent it to the top of the mountain. He first placed a portion in front of Lin Mo Xiao and Ye Sheng’s tombs as a tribute to the two of them. He also arranged the table and stools so that the others could go and sit alone with Ye Han.

Zhang Qingwu got up and poured a glass of wine for Ye Mo Han, and poured a cup for himself as well. The scenery was just right, the scenery was beautiful, and he could see all the dangers of Mount Hua in a single glance. Zhang Qingwu didn’t say anything and just continued to drink his own cup of wine. Ye Mo Han didn’t say anything as he waited for her to open her mouth. If she was alone, how could she have come to the top of the mountain to set up a banquet? Was it really just for the scenery of the restaurant?

Zhang Qingwu poured another cup for himself, his cheeks were slightly red, which made his already beautiful face even more beautiful. “My bed is cold, although you and I have only met a few times, you are still my big brother. My father always had a wish when he was alive, so you should know this as well.”

Zhang Qingwu said the wish, Ye Jianhan also heard Zhang Yiming mention, is to let two people marry. Ye Wen Han saw that her words were sincere, and her expression was not as dignified as the previous Sect Leader. Ye Chanhan couldn’t help but be moved. Zhang Qingwu was the only daughter of Zhang Yiming, so he couldn’t say a word about how much he was doted upon. However, Zhang Yiming was suddenly killed, and the burden of the Hua Shan Sect fell on a weak girl like her. If she didn’t have the slightest bit of scheming and shrewdness, how could she have established herself in such a dangerous situation? Ye Wen Han looked at Zhang Qingwu with sincere eyes. At this moment, she was no longer the extremely prestigious Hua Shan Sect Leader, but rather a bereaved father and daughter who desperately needed to be cared for. Ye Jianhan was ashamed of his previous suspicion of Zhang Qingwu.

“Sister Qingwu, it is not easy to be the Sect Leader of the Hua Shan Sect, but it is hard for you.” Ye Jianhan called her his younger sister to resolve Zhang Qingwu’s question.

Zhang Qingwu pursed his lips and smiled. He understood Ye Mo Han’s intentions, so he raised his wine glass and said, “Then, I will call you Brother Mo Han from now on. I hope that your brother can help me in the Hua Shan Sect more often.”

There was a hidden bitterness in his tone. It really was like the voice of a younger sister telling her brother to leave. Ye Mo Han laughed heartily, raised his cup and said: “Being able to be called brother and sister with the Sect Leader of the Hua Shan Sect is my, Ye Mo Han’s, great fortune.”

The two of them looked at each other and laughed heartily, drinking to their heart’s content. Unknowingly, the grudge between them had completely disappeared. Ye Chanhan was indifferent to the deaths of the people around him. For example, when Chi Feng died, Ye Han was somewhat sad, but he thought about it afterwards. [Life and death can be said to be unpredictable. It can also be said to be a foregone conclusion. What power does other people have to save them?] It couldn’t be saved, what was the use of being sad for too long. It would be better to adjust one’s mentality and sincerely pray for the blessings of the deceased. After all, the living still had to live a good life. At this moment, the sunlight was beginning to look a bit charming and attractive. Ye Mo Han and Zhang Qingwu, with wine as their partners, chatted and laughed about the world. Although Zhang Qingwu was a woman, his alcohol tolerance did not allow him to change cups with Ye Jianhan. After four hours had passed, Ye Mo was already a little drunk. When he turned his head to look at his parents’ graves, he suddenly felt that Ye Sheng and Lin Mo Xiao were holding hands and smiling at him from afar. The two of them seemed to be a perfect match. Ye Sheng and Lin Moxiao quietly stared at Ye Mo, their faces filled with gratification and an indescribable concern.

Ye Mo Han wanted to step forward and give them a hug, but as soon as he stood up, he stumbled and fell to the ground. Ye Wen felt rather awkward, and only when he was about to get up did he feel that he had lost a bit of strength. Shaking their heads, they looked towards the grave and saw that Ye Sheng and Lin Moxiao were still there. There was also Mo Xianyan and Liu Yiyi. The four of them were waving towards Ye Mo Han. Ye Mo Han suddenly felt that something was strange. Even though he was under the illusion of being drunk, it shouldn’t have continued to exist. He secretly circulated his Qi, but as soon as he used his inner force, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Ye Wen Han broke out in a cold sweat. He had woken up quite a bit now. When he looked back, he only saw two lonely graves.

“Big Brother Mo Han, no need to waste your efforts. The wine contains the Void Essence Powder of the Thousand Poisons Sect, so you won’t need to waste your time.” Zhang Qingwu’s tone was intimate, but Ye Wen felt as if waves of cold wind were blowing by.

The Void Essence Powder was unique to the Thousand Poison Sect. This pill had to be mixed with alcohol, otherwise it wouldn’t have any effect. After consuming it, it would only take four hours for it to be effective. One’s body would be weak and weak, and if you couldn’t use your internal energy, illusions would appear.

Ye Shuihan has heard of Xuyuan powder, mixed with wine, colorless and tasteless. After consuming it, although there was no danger to his life, he had to wait for ten days before he could recover. Zhang Qingwu had invited Ye Mo Han to come here, and had first drawn a glass of wine to let Ye Mo Han not be on guard, and then repeatedly showed his weak side, which was also to let Ye Mo Han drink more of the void powder. Most of the Thousand Poisons Sect’s poisons were fatal and unsolvable. Only the Hollow Origin Powder had them. Ye Wen’s body was drenched in cold sweat. He guessed that Zhang Qingwu must have also colluded with the Thousand Poisons Sect.

“What are you doing this for?” Ye Jianhan tried to keep himself awake.

Zhang Qingwu slowly stood up and looked into the distance, and said: “If I want to firmly grasp onto the Hua Shan Sect, then I must kick away anyone who might become a stumbling block. “Lu Mingjie, Chen Shaochong, Chu Li, and Li Zhixiang, these people all have to die. Of course they have to include you. You are too well-known in the martial arts world, so I have to be on guard.”

“In that case, Lu Mingjie should have been killed by you and Chen Shaochong, and you already know about Chen Shaochong’s background, right? So Chu Li and Li Zhixiang were only eliminated by you using Chen Shaochong’s hand. ” Ye Mo Han tried to understand the meridian. Even if he died, he had to understand it better.

“Of course.” “Zhang Qingwu started laughing. This kind of laughter still made people’s hair stand on end.” If you have any questions, I’ll answer them all. ”

“Since you know that Chen Shaochong is the founder of the Jade Pavilion, then you should know who the other people of the Jade Pavilion are, right?” Ye Mo Han slowly crawled towards his parents’ graves. Since death was already a foregone conclusion, then being together with Ye Sheng and Lin Mo Xiao could be considered a good fate for Ye Mo Han.

“That’s right.” “No,” Zhang Qingwu answered frankly. If no one told me, how would I know that the old man who guarded the tomb of Hua Shan Sect for so many years was actually the founder of the Jade Pavilion? ”

As expected, Zhang Qingwu had colluded with the people from the Emerald Jade Pavilion. However, he was not in the same faction as Chen Shaochong. In that case, Chen Shaochong naturally did not know about Zhang Qingwu’s background. All these things that happened, Zhang Qingwu and the Jade Pavilion that colluded with her, were the true beneficiaries. Ye Shaohan suddenly realized that his real enemy was the jade pavilion behind Zhang Qingwu, not Chen Shaochong. However, it was already too late.

“So, how many founders are there in the Jade Pavilion?” Ye Wen asked as he approached the grave with difficulty, not even looking back. Zhang Qingwu was watching silently from behind.

“Maybe I can tell you something you don’t know, and maybe that’s what you always wanted to hear.” Zhang Qingwu sat on a stool in front of Ye Sheng and Lin Mo Xiao’s grave.

Ye Mo Han leaned on Lin Moyu’s tombstone and tried to use his inner force to disperse the void, but it was to no avail. From Zhang Qingwu’s words, it was clear that she knew a lot of inside information, and she also planned to tell Ye Nai Han. Because Ye Wen Han was just a dead man in Zhang Qingwu’s eyes, so it didn’t matter how much the dead knew.