When Niantong walked towards Zhenyue Palace, it was already late, and there was no one inside and outside the palace. She knelt down silently, but she didn't understand why the master treated her like this, but she would rather believe that she still had a hidden secret.

Huashan is most obsessed with the word "Tao", but what is Tao? She couldn't say it, and she probably didn't say it. What is right is the Tao in her heart?

I don’t know how long I knelt, but I felt a little chill on my face. Only then did she realize that the snow in Huashan was getting heavier again.

The snow that had finally melted for four months was falling again.

Her favorite snow.

After a long time of calmness, the past kept popping up in my mind. In fact, it might not be bad to stay in Huashan. She shouldn't be so disobedient to Master Yan Yan. She treated herself so well, so why not... just stay?

The wind and snow were getting heavier, and Niantong's consciousness was slightly chaotic, but she heard the footsteps of stomping snowflakes on the side. When she looked back, she saw that the man was holding a plain umbrella, his brows were slightly frowned as before, and squatted down, supported the umbrella on her head, and said in a rare and gentle voice:

"Master Yan Yan called you back. Don't kneel down, she will never be willing to punish you."

Niantong was about to thank him, but found that she was so cold that she could not speak, so she just nodded with trembling.

In the huge hall, several stoves were grown. It was already late at night. The candlelight in the hall lit up a few lights. Yan Yan sat above and Nian Tong knelt down below. There was no one around.

"Master, please forgive me, Niantong knows that she is wrong." After the two were speechless, the woman below finally spoke first.

"What are you guilty?" Yan Yan shook his head helplessly.

Niantong was a little confused and looked up at Yu Rui. He was a very beautiful woman, and the years did not bring some vicissitudes to her cheeks. Time seemed to be stuck in her youth, still bright and beautiful. But for some reason, there was a little sadness in the flow of eyes.

"I shouldn't... want to go down to Mount Hua." Niantong whispered, "Master, my disciple knows that he is wrong."

"It's the master's fault. You shouldn't just act alone and try to change God's will... But the master still refuses to admit defeat... Niantong, if I promise you to go down the mountain at this time, but if you promise me to do something, are you... willing?"

Niantong nodded.

Yan Yan sighed: "There is a pavilion called Ziqing Pavilion in Huashan. A hundred years ago, there was a woman named Ziqing."

Niantong suddenly mentioned Ziqing for some reason and just nodded: "I have heard some legends about Ziqing... But she is not already..."

"Indeed, the Huashan Sect once took in a family, and that family later started a grocery business in Huashan. Ziqing was the daughter of that family. She was innocent and kind, but she was ugly and often bullied. Until one day a man from Ruoyanmen came to Huashan."

"Then what?"

"Then, Ziqing died."

"Later, that place...is Ziqingting from Huashan now?"

"Yes. It's just that Ziqing's wronged soul has been there. She has been searching hard... to ask the man from Ruoyan Sect to have an answer."

Niantong pondered for a while: "Does the master want me to... unravel the mystery of a hundred years ago?"

"If you reveal the answer, I will allow you to go to Huashan, go to Jianshun, and go to the world to explore the world. How about it?"

"Disciples must do their best to live up to the master's expectations." Niantong was overjoyed.

Yan Yan nodded tiredly and signaled her to step down.

Niantong bowed and turned to leave the hall, only to find Yun Weichen outside the hall. She asked ok, but for a moment she was silent, and she could only hear the sound of snowflakes falling.

"Senior brother doesn't know that these things will happen to teach you these tricks, sorry."

Nian Tong shook his head quickly: "It has nothing to do with Senior Brother. It's getting late, Nian Tong is back first. Senior Brother, please rest early." Nian Tong looked up, met the man's eyes, blushed, and turned around and ran away.

When she returned to the room, Niantong had already lost her sleepiness. She took out a dilapidated book from the cabinet and blew the dust on it. I remember seeing a legend about Ziqing in this book. After reading it again, it was almost the same as what Yan Yan said. However, although Ziqingting had approached, there was a gust of wind there. She only stayed for a while and then hurriedly left. As for the answer to the mystery... she really had no clue at all.

She was too worried and began to daze while lying on the bed. As she thought about it, she was a little sleepy and fell asleep while pillowing on her hands.

The next morning, Niantong went up the mountain and headed to Ziqing Pavilion. No matter what, you should observe the place first. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the snow was flying all over the sky, without a trace of sunshine.

I don’t know how long I have been walking, but I feel that the sound of wind and snow in my ears is even better, and I roar like a tiger in Huashan. Niantong vaguely feels that the yin energy around me is also getting heavier.

There were some wreckages of houses in the field of vision, behind them was a bamboo forest, and the green bamboo had long turned into jade branches. On the bamboo forest was a small pavilion, which was the Qing Pavilion.

Niantong stopped, wondering if she should continue to move forward. While hesitating, the wind and snow suddenly became stronger. Before he could react, a black figure suddenly flew past his body, standing steadily one meter away from her, with his back facing her, and his head turned slightly, but he couldn't see his appearance clearly.
Chapter completed!