Volume 1: Life is Like First Love Chapter 143 I forgot what...

  Su Ming was standing in the distance, he had already left with Fang Mu to rest at their temporary residence in Andong Department, but on the way, they were suddenly moved by that thunderous sound, and listening to where the sound came from, it seemed to be the attic, seeing the Andong Department's tribesmen rushing over with shocked faces, Fang Mu was even more anxious and uneasy, so he followed back again.

  He saw the attic turn to dust, and he also saw the woman in the ruins, saw her looking at him with a complex gaze, and saw this woman now walking towards him step by step.

  Su Ming's face was covered with a black mask, and outsiders could only see his eyes through the mask under his black robe, unable to discern Su Ming's expression. As Cang Lan approached, the people of the An Dong tribe beside Su Ming one by one paid their respects to Cang Lan until she stood before Su Ming.

  Su Ming's eyes were calm, gazing at the delicate and petite woman in front of him. This woman was very beautiful, with no signs of age on her face, making it impossible to discern her age.

  "Gu Jiao" Fang Mu stood beside Su Ming and hastily spoke with respect.

  Cang Lan seemed to have not heard, she looked at Su Ming, her expression was complex, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself, that strange look made Su Ming feel vigilant.

  "Brother Mo, can you tell me your real name?" After a long time, Cang Lan spoke softly in a low voice, her tone carrying a hint of weakness.

  Su Ming's eyebrows slightly furrowed, but he didn't say a word.

  "When you remember something one day... come to Tian Han Zong to find me..." Cang Lan bowed her head, inclined towards Su Ming, and looked at him deeply once again. The gaze that passed through her eyes was no longer complicated, but a thread of pity. She turned around and left.

  "What do you mean by that?" Su Ming furrowed his brow, unable to understand the woman's inexplicable words, yet somehow, a faint empty feeling arose in his heart.

  Cang Lan didn't look back and disappeared into the distance step by step. She didn't answer Su Ming's question, perhaps this question was still puzzling her too.

  "Mister Mo, it's... she is my aunt, named Fang Canglan. She successfully traversed the Huashan Mountains ten years ago and became a disciple of the Tianhan Sect..." Fang Mu hesitated for a moment before speaking in a low voice.

  Su Ming nodded and gazed at the distant horizon where Cang Lan had disappeared. A hint of doubt appeared on his face hidden behind the mask.

  Andongbu was very large, although Su Ming was only on this mountain peak, but also felt the grandeur of Andongbu. Fangmu Ben had planned to take Su Ming to familiarize himself with Andongbu, but due to Canglan's appearance, Su Ming felt a strange annoyance in his heart, and directly returned to the designated residence in Andongbu, and fell silent alone.

  Fang Mu knew that Su Ming was eccentric and preferred quietness. After being sent food and some fruits, he respectfully bid farewell and left.

  The room is not large, built on the mountain, without a damp feeling, and from time to time, a refreshing breeze blows in, making people feel refreshed. But now Su Ming sat cross-legged on that stone bed, ignoring all these things, his mind was filled with Cang Lan's eyes with a hint of pity. This gaze made Su Ming puzzled and increasingly annoyed.

  Unable to contain his frustration, he always felt that Cang Lan had some things left unsaid.

  "When I was with Fang Shen in the attic, this girl should also be there... After I left, something happened that caused the collapse of the attic, and the woman was also injured..."

  Her expression just now didn't seem fake, and... with her status, there's no need for her to pretend in front of me.

  "What did she mean... When I remember something one day, I can go to the Tian Han Sect to find her... What will I remember?" Su Ming was puzzled, his eyes flashing, and he sank into thought.

  "Think of something... If this sentence is heard in reverse, it means I've forgotten something, which is why there's a mention of remembering. But what did I forget?" Su Ming closed his eyes, he wouldn't normally be disturbed by the other person's words, but even he couldn't understand why after hearing those words and seeing the other person's pitiful gaze, he felt inexplicably annoyed, as if he wanted to shout loudly, yet suddenly discovered that he had become mute.

  Su Ming closed his eyes and carefully recalled his memories, from the slightly vague ones of his childhood to the present moment. After a long time, he opened his eyes again.

  "How ridiculous!" Su Ming sneered, despite the turmoil in his heart. He forced himself to stop thinking about it and slowly immersed himself in meditation, calming down gradually.

  Time flies, and soon it's night. The usually bustling Antong Department Store is quiet tonight due to the fog outside.

  That night, Su Ming tried to calm down several times, but it wasn't until dawn was approaching that he finally managed to quiet his mind and put an end to the disturbance caused by Cang Lan's words. However, although he had calmed down, the events of today had been like a seed, deeply buried in Su Ming's heart.

  The next day, at dawn, the sun should have been shining brightly, but due to the thick fog, even the sunlight was blocked, making the sky and earth hazy and dim.

  Fortunately, the mountain peaks in this eastern part of Andong have a special layout. On this mountain, if you don't look too far away, you can still vaguely see it clearly when the dawn breaks.

  He brought a message from his father.

  Allow Su Ming to become a guest of the An Dong Department, enjoy all the treatment of the An Dong guest, and join this trip to the Yan Shan secret path at the same time.

  "Mò Qiánbèi, actually you don't need to enter the secret path of Hanyang... it's said to be very dangerous there, among those who enter, not many are from our three tribes, most are guest families who have been recruited and absorbed."

  And there, life and death are often on a thin line. The three seemingly harmonious ones actually have many hidden struggles, especially in the secret place of Handan Mountain... Fang Mu pointed to Su Ming, who went to the top of Andong Department's mountain peak, where his father and several leaders of the clan were waiting to send the next batch of people into the secret place of Handan Mountain.

  "Every time the Wangu fog rises early in the morning, the secret path of Hanyang Mountain opens, and many people die. Elder, what kind of herbs do you need? I can tell my dad to arrange for someone to pick them up." Fangmu said with a low voice as he walked towards the mountain top with Suming, his face filled with anxiety and concern, which was rare for him.

  Su Ming's eyes revealed a gentle look, and in front of him, this young man had gained his favor over the past four years.

  "It's okay, I'll be more careful after I go in." Su Ming's voice was no longer cold, and he raised his hand to touch Fang Mu's head, just like how his grandfather used to touch his head when he was a child.

  Fang Mu was taken aback by Su Ming's actions, clearly the impression of Su Ming's coldness and aloofness over the years was too deep. Now this action made him somewhat unaccustomed to it. After hearing Su Ming's answer, he quickly ignored the matter and let out a light sigh.

  "Since the seniors have already made up their minds, I won't try to persuade them anymore. However, seniors should be careful of the other two families of Hakkas. Those who can enter the secret passage of Handan Mountain are not weak..." Fang Mu said, taking out a wooden slip from his bosom and handing it over to Su Ming.

  "Senior, these years you've helped me heal my wounds. As a junior, apart from searching for herbs for you, there's nothing else I can do. This wooden scroll contains some information about Yan Chi and Pu Qian's family members, hoping it will be of help to senior."

  Su Ming took over the wooden slip and opened it to take a look. Inside, there were many small characters densely packed together, along with some pictures. Especially those character bodies that still had wood shavings on them, looked like they were just carved not long ago.

  "Also, each of the families that entered the secret passage of Mount Huan for Antong's sake will have a chance to choose one imitation artifact. Dad wants me to tell you, seniors, when choosing later, pick the whip." Fangmu said in a low voice, and soon after, he brought Su Ming to the top of this mountain peak of Antong Department.

  The ground is flat, as if the peak had been cut off, and the fog is quite thick. Faintly visible in the center of this place are nine figures sitting cross-legged.

  There were seven people surrounding them from the outside, with two in the middle. Their appearance couldn't be seen clearly, but the surging vital energy emanating from their bodies could be felt.

  Send Su Ming here, Fang Mu retreated a few steps and stood far away. In this strict tribe, even as the son of the tribal chief, he couldn't get close in such a situation.

  Su Ming's expression was calm as he walked step by step towards the nine people in front of him. As he drew closer, his eyes slowly became serious. Among these nine people, not a single one was weak.

  Especially among the seven people surrounding him, the old man at the top wore a blue robe, with white hair and closed eyes. Despite sitting there like a dragon coiling around a tiger, Su Ming's heart skipped a beat.

  On the left side of the elder sat Anton's patriarch, this iron tower-like man stared at Su Ming with piercing eyes and a smile on his face.

  On the old man's right side, a sturdy fellow was also seated, but he didn't seem too tall. Even when sitting cross-legged, he would be slightly shorter than Fang Shen. However, the aura emanating from his body was no weaker than that of Xuan Lun, clearly indicating that he had already opened his dust.

  At a glance, among the seven people surrounding him, in addition to the old man and this slightly shorter man, there was another person who had also reached the level of Kai Chen. This person was also an old man, wearing a black robe, with his back to Su Ming.

  "What a strong lineup from the Anton Department, I can see three open dust... and that blue-robed old man, my feeling is beyond the Xuanlun... The rest of them are also extraordinary, probably all over 800 years old."

  And this shouldn't be the entirety of Anton's powers... As for these two people in the middle, aren't they the guests who are going to enter the Han Shan secret passage with me? Su Ming stopped in his tracks, his footsteps coming to a halt.

  "Are you Mo Su?" A cold voice slowly came, the speaker was a middle-aged man wearing a red robe, sitting next to the short and dusty Hanzi. His expression was indifferent, but despite the fog, his words also carried a chill.

  Yes.

  Su Ming spoke calmly.

  "It's you who joined halfway, wanting to become a guest of our clan, and even made absurd demands, wanting to enter the Han Shan secret passage. Although there is a clan leader as a guarantor, this sudden arrival must be ill-intentioned, and wearing a mask, it's laughable. Unless he can prove his qualifications, I disagree today!" The middle-aged man sneered, his eyes scanning Su Ming's body before turning to stare at the An Dong clan leader opposite him.