Niantong nodded, but because Tang Xi was forbidden to walk, she had to throw the wand over.

"I am Nian Tong, a disciple of Huashan, and this is Tang Xi of the Beggars' Sect. I am hereby order from my master to explore the truth a hundred years ago... I am really sorry that I disturb you."

Ziqing rubbed Wu back and forth in her hand, tears flowing from the corners of her eyes: "Have you been a hundred years... It turns out that I have been dead for a hundred years. Everything in Huashan is fine?"

"Everything is good." Niantong replied.

"A hundred years ago, our family was taken in by Huashan and opened a grocery store here. We came from the Western Regions and had many rare treasures, including a beauty pill that women like very much," she chuckled. "People who seek Taoism in Huashan want to become half-immortals and stay young forever. And those women with insufficient qualifications came a lot when they heard that our family sold beauty pills.

"And Qiheng...is the man you saw who blows the wrestle. Qiheng came for the beauty pill. Qiheng is a person from Ruoyan Sect. He is cruel and ruthless and does everything, but with a innocent and harmless face, I was moved the first time he talked to me... But I knew I was not beautiful enough and could not be worthy of him...

"Beauty pill is a holy product. His demand is too great, so he wants to... extract the beauty pill from the bodies of those women who have taken it! In order to please me, he learned the identities of those women, he gave me a jade hairpin and said he was happy with me... I knew everything was fake, but I still foolishly did the wrong thing.

"Until that day... I saw him killing my parents with my own eyes. At that day, I pretended to be crazy and stupid because of losing my parents, and took the opportunity to apply a layer of fatal poison from the Western Regions on his widow. Even if he tried hundreds of poisons in the smoke gate, he could not feel it or avoid it.

"The toxicity attack is very slow. A few days before I was transported away, I woke up but pretended to be asleep. Do you know why he wanted the beauty pill?" Ziqing said, smiling bitterly, "He has a very beloved fiancée. He fell into the poison pool at Ruoyanmen and ruined his face. He tried every means, but there were always a faint scar on his face. His fiancée was very sad, so he turned around, asked for news, and attacked us... The beauty pill is just a tonic and does not have a strong effect, so he has a great demand. In this way, there will be the results you see."

Tang Xi asked: "What about you?"

"I? After he died of poison, his companions were panicked. While they were dealing with Qiheng's body, I let the arrested women run away. Later... I can't remember what happened later. Maybe I was caught and killed by them, or maybe I committed suicide with that jade hairpin?"

Niantong frowned, suppressed the discomfort in her chest, and asked in a trembling voice: "It's been a hundred years, why haven't you entered the cycle of reincarnation?"

Ziqing's tears fell like a broken line after hearing this question. She laughed and cried, and finally just spit out a few words: "I want to know if he loved me..."

"Love." Tang Xi said coldly, while pursuing the inner strength towards Niantong's palm. "After you left, when I was in the illusion, Niantong was in your room, and I was downstairs. I saw a portrait of you. If you guessed correctly, it was him who painted it. It's a pity that I can't bring out the things in the illusion. He had compassion for you, including taking you away later."

"That's good," Ziqing seemed to be talking to herself, her eyes filled with tears, but was released in an instant. "It took a hundred years of time to waste... I think I should let it go. Thank you..."

Ziqing's soul gradually began to dissipate, and the air near Ziqing Pavilion also quickly flowed, bringing a powerful airflow. Tang Xi protected Niantong, and she was small, and she was in his arms and only reached her chest.

Niantong asked softly: "Did you really see that painting?"

"No."

"and you."

"I think you won't be able to hold on if she doesn't leave."

Niantong was so amused and laughed, but for no reason, he stood up on tiptoe and put his head on Tang Xi's shoulder: "I'm so tired... I can finally report to my master, I can finally go down the mountain and go to Jianshun City."

Tang Xi said "happy": "When you go down the mountain, I will be your master, how about it?"

Without hearing the response, Tang Xi realized that she had fallen asleep. She smiled helplessly, carried her on her back, and walked down the mountain step by step.

After sleeping day and night for several days, Niantong slowly woke up. He opened his eyes but found that it was not the sleeper he knew. He was still confused and strange. He changed his clothes and didn't seem to feel any discomfort. He slapped his head and remembered what had happened before.

She had been lying for a while and felt a little sore on her body. When she got out of bed, she realized that this was originally the residence of Master Yan Yan.

It happened that a little girl opened the door. Niantong looked back and saw Master Yan Yan coming in.

She hurriedly knelt down: "Master..."

"You have been sleeping for three days, but you still feel uncomfortable in your body?" Yan Yan stepped forward quickly and helped Niantong to sit down.

"The disciples are not uncomfortable, just..."

"You want to ask the Beggar Gang disciple? He has already gone down the mountain, but there is a note left for you." Yan Yan took out a note from his body, "It can be seen that this person has a deep internal skills. Meeting him is indeed your fate, and it is also God's will."

"Master...What exactly is God's will you say?"
Chapter completed!