Long Sorrow Song - C94

As the name implied, Breath Suspending Technique was to hold one’s breath and not need to breathe air for a period of time. When this kung fu spread throughout the martial arts world, most people scoffed at it. The reason for this might be because those who created this martial art despised those in the martial arts world. After all, a great bandit would never be able to enter the eyes of those in the martial arts world. Another important reason was that even if one did not practice the Breath Suspending Technique, the person with the foundation of inner force would be able to stay underwater for a period of time. The strongest person would be able to stay underwater for an hour. Breath Suspending Technique also had a large limitation. After all, not everyone liked to meditate underwater. Thus, when it spread throughout the martial arts world, most of the time, people would mock it.

However, the improved breathing exercise created by Ling Mumei was different from the previous one. After listening to Ling Mumei talk about his Breath Suspending Technique in detail, Ye Mo finally understood why Ling Mumei said it would take at least half a year to practice. After Ling Mumei had improved her breathing control, her training method was no different from the traditional method. She directly entered the water to hold her breath. The only difference was that the traditional Breath Suspending Technique only needed to remain still in the water, while Ling Mumei required Ye Mo Han to practice in the water, practicing the most basic fist and foot techniques. It wasn’t easy for him to float and hold his breath in the water. If he continued to practice in the water, the difficulty could be imagined.

The place where Ye Chanhan practiced the Breath Suspending Technique was naturally the only spring water in the valley. Due to the undercurrent, the spring water occasionally surged upwards, so before Ye Wen could dive into the water, he was washed up by the spring water.

Ling Mumei stood on the shore and saw that just as Ye Mo Han appeared from the water’s surface, he struck out with his palm towards the water. Ye Wen felt a huge pressure pressing down on him from above. The force was so strong that his head and body had to sink again. Ling Mumei’s sudden intervention caught Ye Mo off guard. He drank a lot of spring water while he was sinking, but fortunately, he ate black fish in the spring water every day. The sudden pouring of spring water into his mouth and nose caused Ye Wen’s brain to feel as cold as a needle, and his eyes to swell up. This time, Ye Mo only lasted for a short period of time. The strength behind Ling Mumei’s palm attack was no longer visible in the water, and before Ye Mo could reach the bottom, he felt as if his feet were being held up by someone, causing him to be thrown into the water once again.

This time, before Ye Mo Han could open his eyes, he was once again pressed down by Ling Mumei’s palm. This time, Ye Wen was prepared. He shut his mouth tightly and did not drink any more spring water. However, just like last time, before he could even stand at the bottom of the spring, the undercurrent had already rushed him to the surface of the water. Before she could even breathe on the surface of the water, Ling Mumei, who was supervising the operation, pushed her palm down to the bottom. This repeated, Ye Mo was like a ball, kicked back and forth in the water. Four hours later, Ling Mumei had finally pulled Ye Mo onto the shore. Ye Mo’s eyes were bloodshot, and his entire body was exhausted. As soon as he landed, he fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

On the morning of the second day, Ye Mo Han was called out by Ling Mumei to continue practicing his Breath Suspending Technique. Ye Mo Han had been forced to practice martial arts by his grandfather ever since he was young. Whether it was martial arts or internal martial arts, he had suffered a lot. However, directly diving into the water like this was the first time he had experienced the suffocating cold of a leaf. The longer he stayed in the water, the stronger the suffocating feeling became, and he felt like he was one step closer to death.

After practicing like this every day for twenty days, Ye Mo Han was able to stop at the bottom of the spring. However, with just a slight movement of his feet, the water would rush out again, and Ye Mo Han was able to use his feet to touch the secret passage at the bottom of the spring for the first time. The water there was even more hurried and the water was even stronger. If one did not have an extremely strong self-control, it would be impossible for them to flow back in. It was only now that Ye Wen Han realized that Ling Mumei’s words weren’t empty talk. In his heart, he admired Ling Mumei even more for being able to pass through the undercurrents.

In the past two months, Ye Mo Han had been able to rest in the water for two hours and could barely walk a few steps underwater. But when he tried to use his hands to feel the undercurrent, the strong spring water immediately rushed towards him. After two months of hard work, Ling Mumei no longer needed to use her palms to urge them. After adjusting his breathing, he immediately snuck back in. After calculating, Ye Wen spent almost five hours a day in the water, so every day, his entire person would appear somewhat pale, and his skin would wrinkle like the skin of a chicken. This was because he had been soaked in water for too long, and it was only after he slept for a long time that he could return to normal on the second day. But on the second day, after Ye Mo Han ate the black fish, he immediately dived into the spring and bitterly practiced the Breath Suspending Technique. He struggled to open his eyes, but could not see anything because the water was purple. Ye Wen’s cold face was occasionally slapped by the swimming black fish. Sometimes, when he encountered larger black fish, the tail of the fish would sway powerfully, slapping him in the face and causing Ye Mo Han to almost faint in the water.

Ye Mo Han struck out his fist, feeling weak and powerless. Anxious, he used all his strength to punch again. Suddenly, he felt his center of gravity shift, his body fell horizontally, and he was washed back into the water. At this time, Ye Mo Han had been practicing the Breath Suspending Technique for a full five months. Counting the time he had spent in the valley, it had been close to a year. However, Ye Mo Han could only stay in the water to rest for one and a half hours, and his body could only move about in the water. Every time he got close to the undercurrent, he would be forced out of the water. In these few months, he had not even touched the edge of the secret passage. In other words, after two months of practice, Ye Wen had made no progress at all.

Sometimes, perseverance and hard work were not the reason for a person’s restlessness. Most of the time, the reason for their restlessness was due to long term hard work. There were no substantial changes to the things that they persevered in.

Ye Mo Han was once again washed up to the surface, climbed up the mountain, and ruthlessly kicked a stone from under his foot. He suppressed a nameless fire in his heart. There was only one month left until half a year, yet he could not even stay in the water for four hours. The more Ye Mo thought about it, the angrier he got. Initially, he had thought that he was quite talented in martial arts. However, this simple Breath Suspending Technique had completely destroyed his original confidence.

Ling Mumei walked over, looking at the wet, cold leaves, and said, “What, you’re not able to train for five months?”

“It’s been five months. I haven’t even touched that secret passageway of mine. I can’t even stay in the water for four hours.” Ye Wen was gasping for breath, as if he was angry, as if he had just come out of water.

Ling Mumei gazed at Ye Mo with her muddy eyes for a while before laughing, “You brat, every time you open your eyes, you jump into the water. You don’t even ask me what I should do. It’s normal for you to have no improvements.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Ling Mumei’s words were obviously saying that Ye Mo Han did not use the correct method to learn the Breath Suspending Technique. Ye Mo Han had trained for three months without any improvement. Was it really because he did not receive Ling Mumei’s guidance? However, Ling Mumei saw that Ye Mo Han had used the wrong method, so she should have at least told Ye Mo Han, so why did she only tell him now? Thinking of this, Ye Mo Han couldn’t help but feel a burst of anger in his heart.

Seeing Ye Mo Han so angry that he almost jumped up, Ling Mumei laughed and said, “Young man, training in martial arts and life is the same, don’t be impatient to achieve what you want. It’s not necessarily a bad thing to take more detours sometimes. In just two months, you have already reached the stage of four months for others. However, in the following three months, you did not waste any time. ”

“Three months without any improvements, is that not a waste?” Ye Mo Han’s eyes were red, as if he was enraged to the extreme.

“At the very least, he can sharpen your patience. “Walking in the martial arts world, if you lack patience, you could lose your life at any time.” Ling Mumei said seriously.

Ling Mumei’s words were reasonable. But no matter what you do, you should be patient. What can an impatient person do?