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Long Sorrow Song Mu Qing Yu 37720K 2022-07-21

”Later?” ”Two streams of clear tears flowed from Ling Mumei's sunken eyes.” She disobeyed her master's orders and didn't kill me, so she chose to commit suicide to repay her master's kindness. She wouldn't kill me, but she's prepared to die for me. ”

Ye Mo Han was moved, he did not expect an old man to cry at this time. Tear for the woman you love deeply, isn't it just a matter of course? However, in this world, how many men would regard a woman as their stepping stone? How could such a man understand the value of love?

Ling Mumei lowered her head and spoke in a somewhat muffled voice, ”I was carrying her as I jumped off this cliff. I originally wanted to leave this world with her, but who knew that when I woke up, I would be in this spring, and her corpse could not be found.”

”This doesn't seem to be the bottom of Wild Goose Falling Peak, right?” Ye Mo Han looked up at the sky and suddenly felt like a frog at the bottom of a well. However, the mountains that were as high as the clouds didn't look like the Wild Goose Falling Mountain.

”There's a undercurrent under this spring, and only by passing through it can we reach the bottom of Wild Goose Falling Peak.” Ling Mumei pointed at the exceptionally coloured spring water.

This place was like a natural deep well, but since there was a secret passage at the bottom of the spring that allowed him to rush from the bottom of Wild Goose Falling Peak to this place, he could pass through the undercurrent to return there. When Ye Wen Han thought of this, his heart, which had been worrying about not being able to leave the valley, felt much better. Since Ling Mumei had been rushed here, then Lu Jingchen's corpse should be on the other side of the Undercurrent, at the bottom of Falling Goose Peak. Thus, he asked, ”Senior, why didn't you go through the Undercurrent to look for the Falling Goose Peak?”

Ling Mumei let out a cold snort, her tone became quite arrogant, ”The undercurrent of this spring is not as simple as you think.”

It turned out that there was a hidden stream deep within the spring. On the other side of the stream was the Wild Goose Falling Mountain. However, the undercurrent was flowing in the direction of the valley where Ling Mumei was at. If one wanted to pass through the undercurrent and reach Falling Goose Peak, they would have to go against the current, and the resistance was especially strong. Ye Wen Han coincidentally landed on the surface of the lake below Wild Goose Falling Peak, the drop force was too strong, directly sinking into the undercurrent, the powerful suction force from the undercurrent immediately sucked Ye Mo Han into the undercurrent, and not long after, Ye Wen rushed onto the spring water above the valley, and was rescued by Ling Mumei. If it were not for the strong suction of the undercurrent, Ye Wen would only have remained in the secret passage for a moment, or else he would have died from suffocation in the spring. In the past forty years, Ling Mumei had only been able to cross the bottom of the spring seven times against the current. Every time he ate black fish, he was not afraid of the poison of the spring water at all. But every time, because of overwork, Ling Mumei would lose a lot of her vitality and would only recover after half a year. Fortunately, when Ling Mumei jumped off the cliff, she brought along twelve Black Dragon Pills. Other than the day when she used four of them to save Lu Jing Chen on the summit of the Wild Goose Falling Peak, every time she passed through the undercurrent and returned to the valley, she would take one to recover her strength and vitality.

The Black Dragon Pills were originally made by Ling Mumei herself, using fifteen phoenix gall as a guide, mixing the eighty-two expensive medicinal herbs, and after five years of meticulous preparation, only twelve Black Dragon Pills were produced. Its effects could increase one's internal energy, strengthen one's muscles and bones, and preserve one's life for those who were on the verge of death. If it weren't for the fact that Ling Mumei had given him the last Black Dragon pill, preserving his last bit of energy and using the black fish to cure him of the poison, he would have died from the poison of the spring even if he hadn't fallen to the ground. But why didn't Ling Mumei use four Black Dragon Pills to save Lu Jingchen? Because Lu Jingchen had already decided to die, a single sword strike would pierce through his heart, and not just the Black Dragon Pills, even all the miraculous pills and medicines in the world would be useless.

”I thought that I wouldn't be able to live on my own in this world, but I didn't find her corpse. If I go down there, I'm afraid I won't be able to find her.” Ling Mumei patted her tattered clothes as she stood up like a dying person, and said somewhat self-deprecatingly. Who knew that the longer I stayed here, the less courage I would have to die, and the less courage I would have to leave this place and appear in the martial arts world. This is good too, Ling Mumei has already died in their eyes. ”

Ling Mumei's back as she walked towards the stone house revealed the loneliness of an old man who was about to die. How he had endured every day for forty years. Ling Mumei said that his happiest time was the year with Lu Jingchen. Was it really enough to have that year when he was alone for the rest of his life? Would there really be no regrets? It definitely wasn't enough, at least Ling Mumei felt that it wasn't enough. Lu Jingchen, who died for the sake of her loved one just like Ah Qing. But compared to Ah Qing, she and Ling Mumei fell in love with each other, while the man that Ah Qing loved eventually disappeared with the other women. From the looks of it, Lu Jingchen was luckier than Qing.

Ye Mo Han sighed, as if he understood something, but he could not properly sense it. Ling Mumei was alone, he did not go with Lu Jingchen, but it was also a type of suffering, living was far more painful than dying. The dead could no longer feel pain, but the living had to endure guilt and sorrow.