Chapter 87: The bright moon is not as beautiful as Long Yue

Many years later, Chen Yi He recalled the most tense moment in the book world, and the first thing that came to mind was today's events.

Separated by a wall, he dared not breathe, dared not relax his spirit.

Humble to the point of being in the dust.

……

Chen Yi He's wounds had improved greatly; he no longer needed Long Yue to feed him.

Long Yue stopped at the entrance of the hidden door; she seemed to have been infected by Chen Yi He's gratitude.

"Do you have any wine?" Chen Yi He asked.

Long Yue paused, then replied, "You have wounds on your body; you cannot drink."

"But I really want to drink, to dispel my sorrow."

"Sorrow?" Long Yue rarely asked another question, then opened the hidden door and left. Not long after, she returned, holding a small jar of wine in both arms.

Chen Yi He lit the remaining three candles; the candlelight shone on Long Yue's thin, pale face.

Long Yue poured a large bowl of wine for Chen Yi He.

"Won't you drink?" Chen Yi He lifted the wine jug, wanting to pour a little for Long Yue.

Long Yue did not refuse.

The small cup was just filled.

"Bottoms up." Chen Yi He raised the wine bowl toward Long Yue and drank it all in one gulp. Actually he had many things to say, but thinking that Long Yue disliked speaking, he stayed silent and just kept drinking.

Long Yue took a small sip.

Whether it was the candlelight's effect or her low tolerance for alcohol, Long Yue's pale face turned slightly red.

Chen Yi He drank three large bowls in succession, instantly feeling much more at ease; all his worries were washed away by the wine, and the daytime fear vanished.

In Long Yue's cup, after she had taken many sips, half remained. "Do you love drinking wine?" she suddenly said.

Long Yue's speaking surprised and excited Chen Yi He: "Actually I'm fine; the brothers I used to be with loved drinking, so I gradually came to like it too, and besides, it's been a long time since I last drank."

Long Yue nodded thoughtfully, her gaze always lowered toward the swaying wine in the cup; perhaps the alcohol gave her courage to speak: "What about the brothers?"

Chen Yi He smiled faintly: "They might be dead."

When Long Yue lifted her head, she saw Chen Yi He gazing at her; she did not avoid him and said, "That's a pity." Then she added, "Perhaps death is not a bad thing either."

Sorrow spread through Long Yue's body with the wine's influence, overflowed, and emanated, infecting Chen Yi He, who drank with her.

"Yes, if it weren't for you, I would already be dead." Chen Yi He shook the wine jug, which was almost empty, then poured all the remaining wine into his own bowl, adding, "Perhaps that's not a bad thing."

"I have done a bad thing."

Death is not a bad thing; saving people is a bad thing.

As she said that, Long Yue rarely laughed.

This was Chen Yi He's first time seeing Long Yue's smile; he did not expect such a smile to be so infectious! Long Yue is not a beauty who makes fish sink and geese fall, who hides the moon and shames flowers, yet her smile makes people feel affection, like the spring moon of March, like the autumn wind of September……

A beauty's smile can overthrow kingdoms; her smile can make mountains and fields of wildflowers bloom in profusion!

Chen Yi He did not see tonight's moon.

But he knew.

The bright moon is not as beautiful as Long Yue.

"I still want to thank you for saving me, hahaha! I don't want to die so soon!" Chen Yi He laughed loudly; Long Yue laughed, and then he dared to laugh as well.

Long Yue drank the last drop of wine in the cup; she, who hardly drank alcohol, almost choked, but she held back, saying, "No need to thank."

Long Yue left without looking back; Chen Yi He had wanted to ask why she saved him, but he did not get the words out.

……

Chen Yi He recovered day by day; in the blink of an eye a month passed, and it was already midsummer.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky; the heat was oppressive.

High temperatures baked the earth; the earth tormented humanity.

Fortunately, the dark room had a plank door that let in a breeze; fortunately, the white gauze wrapped around Chen Yi He's body had been completely removed.

Since that day when Chen Yi He drank wine with Long Yue, she was no longer so stern; however, their conversation amounted to only two or three sentences a day. Long Yue remained aloof.

For some reason, Chen Yi He always felt that Long Yue's aloofness was a kind of arrogance, but not worldly arrogance.

"After summer comes another autumn." Chen Yi He sat in a rocking chair, enjoying the precious cross breeze. He still did not dare to sit openly under the tree shade outside, swinging his fan wildly and eating watermelon.

Chen Yi He thought back to last autumn, when he fought desperately with the Dragon King for a series of encounters to enter the Thousand-layer Gate; yet in a blink, a year had passed.

This year, Chen Yi He progressed rapidly; from a muggle (meaning weak chicken), he rose to become an accomplished youth expert of the Third Heaven, in just over three hundred days; such an achievement, placed in the martial world history of "Marvelous Martial Arts Great Melee," can absolutely be called a miracle.

Besides the high-level cheat and miraculous circumstances, effort is also indispensable for every successful great hero.

Even during these two months of recuperation, Chen Yi He did not slack; unable to train external skills, he trained internal ones. He refined the true qi and sword qi granted by the Seventh Elder, adding another nearly twenty percent, so that he now mastered nearly half of the Seventh Elder's strength.

Chen Yi He summarized the "Cloud-Repelling Palm," then reviewed the "Huashan Sword Technique," the "Mountain River Sword Technique," and the "Flying Flower Dance Sword Technique." He originally wanted to learn martial arts from the Xiao Family Sutra Pavilion via his phone photo album, thinking, "If their martial arts were strong, Xiao Feng wouldn't have been crippled by my hands……"

Chen Yi He overlooked one point: it wasn't that Xiao Feng lacked strength, but that he lacked brains, insisting on fighting Chen Yi He head-on when he was at his weakest.

"Sooner or later, you will have your own sword technique..." The Seventh Elder's words remained in Chen Yi He's heart.

Therefore Chen Yi He thought any sword technique could be postponed; the urgent matter was to increase his own strength. Especially the incident where Grandfather Zhang violently beat him, which was like a thorn lodged in his heart.

But what anxious Chen Yi He most was that, although he had clearly reached the peak of the Third Heaven, he could not grasp a higher barrier.

He long could not find a way to enter the hall of the Fourth Heaven. He constantly warned himself, "Haste makes waste," yet he could not help but feel anxious, because now everyone under heaven is hunting him; Bei Du is the territory of the Western Depot, a paradise for the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

The Fourth Heaven and the Third Heaven are worlds apart.

Entering the Fourth Heaven means becoming an unparalleled Dao master, a legendary unparalleled expert. Wherever he goes, someone will receive him…… killing invisibly…… taking an enemy commander's head from among tens of thousands of troops……

……

Another three days passed; on the third day, Chen Yi He discovered that Long Yue had suddenly vanished.

Long Yue left without saying goodbye; even her beloved thatched hut she abandoned.

There were no signs at all.

He didn't leave a word, didn't leave a clue.

Looking at the empty small wine jug on the table, Chen Yi He felt lost and forlorn.

"I will definitely find you." Chen Yi He's belief was very firm; he knew Long Yue was not an ordinary person, and had unspeakable difficulties.

Although his wounds still needed a month of recuperation to heal, Chen Yi He knew it was time for him to leave.

However, whether or not he has entered the Fourth Heaven, it is time for him to go take revenge! Moreover, he knows that he has practiced enough; only in actual combat can he break through faster and more practically!