C153 A Sad and Beautiful Love Story

After returning to the headquarters of Five Mountain Sect, Duanmu Kuang did not stop. After settling Chen Ling down, he hurried back to his room.

The doors and windows were tightly shut by him. He was waiting solemnly. He took out the Pan and the giant egg and placed them on the table.

In an instant, the room was filled with spiritual energy, and it was filled with a holy radiance. These two things were obtained from the stone room in the Nameless Valley. As soon as they were taken out, they emitted a blazing spiritual radiance, making the room seem like a paradise. It was like a pure land of cultivation. Rich spiritual energy and divine radiance filled the room.

Before this, Duanmu Kuang didn't look closely. Now, he was the only one here. He laid on the edge of the table and carefully examined it.

The pot was very small. The entire box was only a square foot in size. In the middle of the box was a verdant spirit herb. This spirit medicine was like a small bamboo, about half a foot tall. There were several dozen small leaves growing on top, green light swirling about. It was like a smooth jade piece.

However, even though this stalk of spirit medicine was small, there was rich spiritual essence surging, pouring out, enough to show that it was unordinary. As for what kind of medicine it was, what level it belonged to, that was not something he could know.

"Yi, there are words..." Duanmu Kuang called out softly. Looking closely, at the edge of the box, there were actually lines of tiny words densely engraved on it.

These ancient words were ancient, and their auras were mottled. They had been there for countless years, and had been preserved along with the fall. However, the handwriting was already very vague, and could only be seen with great difficulty. It wasn't clear at all.

"Wan'er, today, I was exiled to this place, and I became a war slave." He followed the handwriting and began to read silently.

"Although this place is filled with danger, on the first day, I was seriously injured and almost lost my life. But I don't regret it. If I don't steal this face preserving medicine, how will I treat your strange illness in the future? "

"I believe that one day, I will be able to return to my homeland and spend the rest of my life with you, Wan'er."

"Sigh..." With a heavy sigh, the middle part of the space seemed to have been worn out, and the words were already blurry and could not be seen. It was only at the bottom that he could clearly make out the words.

"The enemy is coming menacingly. Our army suffered a great defeat, and many people died in the wilderness. Today, it is finally our turn. Perhaps we will never be able to return."

"Wan'er, I am going to leave. I am not afraid of death, but I am dead. My lover, what are you going to do?"

"Who can do it? Help me bring this plate of beauty plant out of here, save her, save my love..."

When he read until here, the words were cut off, and the last line of words was engraved there: Time passes, love will last forever. I am willing to use this heart to report to the moon, the person who loves you - Mo Chen... I will leave the words behind.

Duanmu Kuang's eyes were red. From the lines of words, it was not difficult to tell that this was a story that could be sung and cried.

A predecessor called Mo Chen, in order to save his wife who had a strange illness, did not hesitate to take the risk to steal this plate of face preserving death. In the end, he was exiled to this place and became a war slave.

Later on, the enemy was powerful, and this predecessor was sent to the battlefield. He never came back. However, his love for his lover was unswerving. The lines were filled with longing and sorrow, helplessness and unwillingness. It was engraved on the board.

"Wan'er, I am going to leave. I am not afraid of death, but if I die, my lover, what will you do?"

Even in death, he did not forget his lover. In the face of imminent death, the first thing he thought of was his lover. He was worried that after he died, his lover, who had been infected with a strange disease, would do something.

"Who can do it? he asked. Help me bring this plate of Youth Retaining Plant out of here, save her, save my lover..."

He faced the sky and wailed, full of begging, but no one paid him any attention. That desolate voice resounded through the heavens and earth, as if it could pass through the long river of time. Even after the passage of time, it was still echoing in a roundabout manner, causing one's heart to tremble. It penetrated deep into the depths of the heart, and something called tears couldn't help but flow out from the depths of the heart.

One could imagine what kind of miserable scene it was. It was a scene that could be moved, sorrowful, and lamentable. The heavens were unfair.

When he silently chanted to the end, Duanmu Kuang's voice was choked with sobs, and tears silently flowed down. He was deeply moved. What was the meaning of love being more firm than gold, to the point of death? The story of this predecessor was a living example of this case.

He was moved and respected. This predecessor called Mo Chen used his achievements to tell the world.

In this world of mutual deception and interests, there was also love from the old days.

It was just like the last words he carved: the passing of time, the eternal love, is willing to use this heart to report to the bright moon.

Afterwards, he left his name behind and went to the battlefield, never to return. However, his words were left behind on the disk, everlasting, discovered at this time.

At this moment, tears welled up in Duanmu Kuang's eyes. His emotions were unstable, and he thought of many things.

"I want to become the most powerful person in this world. I want my own fate to be in control." He couldn't help but clench his fists and silently mutter in his heart.

This story had a huge impact on him. He and Zhong Lingyan liked each other. However, Zhong Lingyan's background was noble and her mother's origins were mysterious. Being regarded as a taboo by the sect gave him a lot of pressure. There seemed to be an insurmountable gap between the two.

If one day, he and Zhong Lingyan encountered the situation of this predecessor, the two of them were separated by the heaven and earth. If they looked up and could not see each other, it would be a fate worse than death.

Becoming stronger seemed to be the only choice. Only by becoming strong could one control their own fate.

At that time, who would dare to stop them? Who could stop them from being together?

Furthermore, his path of revenge was long and endless. The hatred of his past life and this life was like a mountain pressing down on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe. He also needed this to support him.

Becoming the strongest was his only goal. In order to achieve this goal, he could kill gods, slay gods, slay Buddha. Even if it was the heavens, he could still kill them.

"Eh, isn't this courting death?" Lyi Hentian's figure floated out from the Bloodthirsty Heavenly Bead and appeared in the room. He glanced at Duanmu Kuang and immediately frowned, saying, "Is there something wrong with you? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

"You're the one who's sick, damn old man." Duanmu Kuang glanced at him and said with a sobbing tone.

Didn't you see that he was touched? This damn old man, really, he couldn't spit out any ivory from his mouth. Anything that came into his mouth could be turned into the bottom of a pot. It was extremely unpleasant to hear.

"Old man, what's the effect of this Face Preserving Plant? Is it useful to me? " He calmed himself down and asked again.

"Of course!" Lyi Hentian looked over and said with a strange laugh, "Hehe... If you want to become a handsome man."

He spoke slowly and explained the wonderful effects of the Youth Retaining Plant. Only then did Duanmu Kuang have a detailed understanding of this plant.

Youth Retaining Plant was one of the heavenly materials and earthly treasures. It had many wonderful uses. Its name was Youth Retaining Plant. Its greatest effect was its appearance.