C10 (1/2)

The wilderness was desolate and overgrown with weeds. The more the horse rode, the more desolate it became. This was an era of frequent dynasties and heroes. Every time such an era occurred, there would be many interesting stories, but many people would also die. With such a background, if you didn't have the ability to protect your life, you would only become a fish on the chopping block, and be slaughtered at will by someone else's chopping block.

The closer they got to the Wind God Cavern, the stronger the wind. The withered stalks of grass and flowers fluttered with the wind, suddenly rising and falling. When Ye Mo Han saw the protruding mountain peak on the ground, he was less than five kilometers away from the Wind God Cave. The narrow entrance was like the devil's open mouth, wanting to suck in everything in the world. Ye Wen coldly dismounted, and after staring for a while, he walked towards the small entrance. The horse that accompanied him turned around and ran back with a whimper. It struggled to cross all four limbs, but it was more than twice as fast as it had come.

The entrance was three hundred feet, and every step he took was like a punishment. After he passed through the entrance, the wind became lighter. If it were hell on the outside, even if this place wasn't heaven, it would still be a peaceful and peaceful place. This place was like a naturally formed courtyard. There was a lake in the middle with endless ripples on its surface. Naturally, this was the Jade Deep Pool. In front of him, there was a handsome man dressed in white. He was holding a long sword and slowly stabbed it into the water, stirring it for a moment. When he pulled it out, the tip of the sword was already a foot long fish. This person was as good as the wind.

He had a face as fair as jade and eyes like stars. Under his white robe, he seemed gentle and refined. He picked up the fish from the tip of his sword and looked at Ye Mo Han. He asked: ”Ye Mo Han?”

”Yes.” The leaf sheet replied coldly.

Liangreng threw the sword carelessly on the ground and plunged it into the hilt of the sword. ”Come from afar. How about we eat a fish from the Jade Lake?”

Ye Mo Han shook his head, ”You should know why I'm here.”

”To kill Duan Xingyu as soon as you entered the martial arts world. Zhang Yiming, what you want to do is not a secret in the martial arts world.” Liang Rufeng changed the topic of conversation. ”But my uncle had already passed away before you killed Duan Xingyu. Four years have passed so far.”

”How did he die?” Ye Mo Han obviously didn't believe it, he had always regarded Liang AoTian as his number one enemy, and he came to find Liang AoTian at this time after careful deliberation. Ever since he killed Duan Xingyu and the others, the people in the martial arts world had guessed that Liang AoTian was not Ye Mo Han's opponent. This would undoubtedly create an invisible pressure on Liang Ao Tian, and this was beneficial to Ye Mo Han. But now, when Ye Mo Han heard the news of Liang Ao Tian's death, his heart was not happy at all. He thought about all the times he had killed Liang Ao Tian, and all of it came to nothing.

”I was ambushed and injured, but I didn't last for more than a month.” An expression of sadness appeared on Liang Rufeng's face.

”Who is the murderer?”

”I don't know.” Liang Rufeng's eyes shone with a bright light, he stared at Ye Mo Han and said: ”You don't believe that he is dead?”

”Believe me, Liang AoTian would not have faked his death, and you don't seem like someone who would lie.” Ye Mo Han also thought the same way. He had just entered the Wind God Cave, and when he saw the peace that was like the wind, he felt that he was someone to be trusted. In the life of a person, there will always be people who you trust the first time you see them. When you see people like that, there will always be two types of results. One is when you become good brothers, and you can live and die together.

Ye Jianhan didn't want the box to have too much of each other, whether it be brothers or enemies. Now that Liao Ao Tian was dead, Ye Mo Han's last enemy was the overlord of the East China Sea, the void sea.

”You're leaving?” Liang Rufeng asked as he looked at Ye Mo who had turned around.

”Of course.”

”Wu Dang and Hua Shan both used the sword as their sect. Zhang Yiming died under your sword.” The wind caressed his sword. It was an ordinary sword, but the look in his eyes was as though he was looking at the woman he loved.

Ye Chanhan understood the meaning of the 'benevolent like the wind'. He wanted to compete in sword techniques with himself. At this moment, Liang Wuren was still looking at his sword, as if everything around him had nothing to do with it. Only his sword was his everything, and Ye Muhan suddenly understood Xie Feipeng's words. When he held the sword, his eyes were only focused on the sword, so when he fought someone, he was either thinking of defeating or killing them. At this moment, this kind of person would not even consider their own safety. Victory meant life, and defeat meant death. This was their only creed. Ye Jianhan originally thought that he also revered the belief that victory would lead to life, and defeat would lead to death. Right now, he felt that it was more appropriate to say that only the 'good as good as the wind' was more appropriate. Perhaps it could be said that of all the people Ye Mo Han had met, only the 'good as good as the wind' was that kind of person.

The two became silent. The ripples in the pool expanded faster and faster, as if to create a tense atmosphere between the two.

Ye Mo Han suddenly smiled and said, ”Even if you want to compete, you should still give me a sword. Only then will it be fair.”