She's a real daughter and she's telling people's fortunes again

"It's okay. As long as we work hard, we will definitely see him later." Mo Xun took the initiative to comfort her.

"Yeah." Mo Wen nodded, trying hard to hold back tears.

"The patient was cured?"

At this moment, the doctor who came to examine suddenly exclaimed.

Hearing this, the brother and sister cried for joy.

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After saying goodbye to the brother and sister, Chen Pingan did not stay for too long and flew directly back to the imperial capital.

Recalling this journey, the corners of Chen Pingan's mouth soon rose slightly.

The skills and martial arts he left to the brother and sister are considered top-notch in the entire Chinese martial arts world.

But how far these two people can go depends on their luck and efforts.

However, Chen Pingan did not know at this moment that his action brought two legends to the future of China's martial arts world.

It also created the most famous female hero in the history of Chinese martial arts.

Decades later, this female hero founded her own school and created a huge organization that was unrivaled in the limelight.

However, such a graceful and elegant heroine never married in her life.

Even though there were countless talented young men pursuing her when she first started to show her talent, she turned a blind eye.

It was because she had seen with her own eyes the most outstanding man in the world and his most heroic back, and after that no other man in the world could catch her eyes anymore.

Decades later, Mo Wen had become the most famous and powerful top master in the Chinese martial arts world. He was also the founder of a school. He was in a high position of power in the entire Chinese martial arts world.

But it was such a person who resolutely resigned from all his positions, abandoned all fame, wealth and power, and came to Jinshan to live in seclusion alone.

After that, a very simple wooden house appeared on the top of Jinshan Mountain.

In the wooden house lived a woman who was already in her sixties but still as graceful as she was in her youth.

The woman is very kind, loves to laugh, and always helps everyone who is climbing the mountain free of charge.

However, whenever someone saw her, they could see a hint of sadness and regret in that smiling face.

Only when tourists occasionally mention the avalanche that happened decades ago, the regret on the woman's face will disappear, replaced by a smile and nostalgia from the heart.

Whenever someone mentioned this, the woman would always sit there and listen without saying a word.

No one knows what the woman is thinking at this moment. They only know that she will smile from the bottom of her heart only when she recalls these things. After that, she goes to the top of the mountain alone, quietly looking at a place, leaving behind a desolate back.

And so, I don’t know how many years passed.

In the end, the woman failed to catch up with the figure and failed to reach the Ascension Realm.

On this day, the woman's life has come to an end.

In the early hours of the morning, the woman once again set out on the road she had walked countless times.

However, she is now dying and is staggering.

The journey originally only took a dozen minutes, but the woman felt like she had walked a lifetime the last time.

When she was about to arrive, the woman had exhausted all her strength and sat on the ground gasping for breath.

"I knew you would come here." A very familiar voice sounded behind the woman.

Without waiting for the woman to speak, the old man carried her on his back.

"Why bother?" the man said with a sad look on his face.

"I just want to see that person one more time."

“Even if this is the back view…”

"Brother, can we really never see each other again?"

The woman's voice was very weak, and at the end it was barely louder than a mosquito.

The man was silent again.

The answers to some questions already exist in the mind of the questioner.

If this is the case, how can anyone who hears the question have the heart to expose it?

"Brother, can you bury me here after I die?" The woman was too weak to open her eyes and said in a faint voice, "I want to wait a little longer..."

"Okay, I promise you."

"This time, I'll wait with you."

As they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the place where they were taking out the items.

The place where Chen Pingan once blocked the avalanche.

Mo Xun carefully put his sister down, and looked at Mo Wen, who was still breathing but unable to open his eyes, with tears streaming down his face: "Silly sister, don't you want to take one more look?"

"elder brother......"

"I've seen it countless times..."

"Everything here, even a snowflake, is in my memory..."

"This time, I will definitely wait for him, because I will wait here forever..."

"Yes, this time we will definitely be able to wait..." As he spoke, Mo Xun also closed his eyes on his own initiative.

On this day, all the top leaders of the Chinese Martial Arts Alliance gathered in Jinshan.

"Disciple of Xueying Sect!"

"Farewell to the leader of the Xueying Sect, Mo Wen!"

"Disciple of the Chinese Martial Alliance!"

"Farewell to Mo Xun, leader of the Huaxia Martial Alliance!"

In an instant, hundreds and thousands of farewells resounded through the sky and spread throughout the golden color!

At this point, all the tourists who had climbed the mountain and all those who had received help from Mo Wen just knew that the kind-hearted grandma was actually the leader of the Xueying Sect, the largest sect in China, Mo Wen!

Since then, two more graves have appeared on the top of Jinshan Mountain, but without tombstones.