Ni Yunshang.
She was using the sound of the zither to soothe the hearts of the disciples in the square.
She was playing the Pingxin Tune.
It could calm one's heart and had a certain soothing effect on the soul.
As the wife of the sect master, she also wanted to make the Hana School stronger. Therefore, she did what she could for the disciples.
The disciples who often listened to the Pingxin Tune had a calmer state of mind.
Cultivating the martial arts of the Hana School was also like having divine help.
Back then, when he was chasing the horse bandits in the desert, he was also like this.
Listening to the sound of the zither and cultivating.
His progress was rapid.
Ni Yunshang thought in her heart.
In her heart, he was the current sect master of the Hana School, Hua Liufeng.
When the two of them met.
A vast expanse of yellow sand, thousands of miles of the sky.
He alone, with a sword and a white horse, was chasing the most ferocious Changlong Bandits in the desert. He entered the desert alone for three hundred miles.
How carefree and unrestrained that was.
But now …
Ni Yunshang's tune trembled slightly.
Ever since he became the sect master of the Hana School, the high-spirited young man disappeared.
He became the present.
He only knew how to cultivate in seclusion and talk about the sect.
And she.
She was originally a goshawk in the desert, yearning for the sky, fast horses, unrestrained and free.
But now, she had been in the cage of the Hana School for twenty years.
The sun set in the yellow sand, the sky was a line.
She hadn't seen it for twenty years.
She really missed it.
"Phew!"
Ni Yunshang let out a breath without leaving a trace. Then, the sound of the zither calmed down again.
The sound lingered in the air.
It was like the gentle cry of an oriole.
Li Wuyou had been listening to the sound of the zither at the edge of the square.
He, who had an enlightened soul, was much sharper than ordinary people.
He could hear the unwillingness and loneliness in the sound of the zither.
There was also a strong yearning for unbridled madness that was on the verge of bursting out of him.
This kind of person seemed peaceful.
But it was the easiest to be passionate.
It was also the most suitable for him to cultivate his soul.
"However, this is not easy."
Li Wuyou furrowed his brows.
After all, the latter was the wife of the Sect Leader. Whether it was experience or identity, she was different from that idiot Li Zhihua.
It was not something that could be resolved with just a few words.
"But, isn't it better to be challenging?"
"I've been living a boring life for too long. Why don't I give it a try?"
He chuckled again.
At this moment, the zither music gradually came to an end.
Li Wuyou didn't want to attract the attention of these disciples, so he turned around and walked down the stone steps.
The sound of the guqin gradually faded away.
It gradually weakened.
…
While Li Wuyou was looking for a soul cultivator.
Li Zhihua had been wandering the Jianghu for a few days and had found some clues about the Heavenly Prison Blood Lotus.
The Manor Lord of the White Horse Villa.
Bai Congli.
He also practiced external martial arts.
It was the Eight Stage Collapsing Fist passed down from the ancestors of the White Horse Manor.
When it was cultivated to the extreme, one would be able to reach the Connate Perfection stage.
Now, Bai Congli had already cultivated to the late-stage of the Innate Realm and was preparing to complete the last step of his cultivation.
This step of cultivation required the support of precious medicines with powerful medicinal properties.
In order to ensure his success rate, Bai Congli specially prepared for many years.
Among them, there were three Heavenly Prison Blood Lotuses.
Li Zhihua spent a lot of effort to inquire about this information.
Then, she set her eyes on the White Horse Villa.
However, this thing was hidden in the thousand-year-old ice cave at the back of the mountain by Bai Congli.
And he sent experts to protect it.
It was very difficult for ordinary people to get it.
There were many Jianghu experts who wanted to get it, but they all died in the thousand-year-old ice cave.
But Li Zhihua was not afraid of death.
She was also not afraid of danger.
"For Martial Uncle, for him to recover his strength, even if I have to leave my life here, what's the harm?"
At this moment, she was dressed in black.
Standing at the cliff at the back of the mountain of the White Horse Villa, she raised her head and looked at the cliff that was like a natural moat with a determined expression.
She had chosen an almost impossible path.
That was the natural moat cliff behind the White Horse Villa.
This cliff led directly to the thousand-year-old ice cave.
If she could climb over it, she could directly enter the ice cave.
Although this path was direct, it was extremely difficult.
On the natural moat cliff, there was a strong cold air that spread out from the ice cave.
Even if it was a fiery weather.
There was also a thick layer of ice accumulated here all year round.
Birds and beasts were extinct.
If it was just the ice layer, it was not scary.
In the cold air, there was also a kind of cold poison that seeped out from the ground.
Even the vital energy of a Master could not resist it.
When the cold poison entered the body, it would torture people from then on.
Until they died.
Therefore, even if people knew about this path, no one had ever walked it.
Because no one wanted to be tortured by the cold poison for the rest of their lives.
"For Martial Uncle."
Li Zhihua had made up her mind.
She could be sacrificed.
She was waiting for night to fall.
Time passed by slowly. Not long after, the entire sky was shrouded by night.
It was the same for this cliff.
The cold air that spread on the cliff also slowly began to spread from the top of the cliff to the bottom.
The place where Li Zhihua stood became colder than the surroundings.
She could even feel some signs of the cold poison contained in it.
The surrounding insects began to retreat.
The chirping completely disappeared.
The air became dead silent.
And some of the weeds that grew during the day were quickly swallowed by the cold air and withered.
Frost even began to slowly form on the stones.
There was even some dark black in the frost.
It was extremely strange.
"Huff!"
Li Zhihua tugged at her collar. She also felt more obvious discomfort.
But she would not give up.
She took a deep breath and then grabbed the stones on the cliff with both hands.
"For Martial Uncle."
"As long as he can recover his strength, it doesn't matter if I suffer from the cold poison."
"And …"
Li Zhihua began to climb up with all her might while slowly looking forward to it in her heart.
"After Martial Uncle recovers, he will definitely become the head of the Hana School."
"When the time comes, he will also find a way to help me get rid of the cold poison."
"I believe in him."
"Moreover, with so many resources at the Hana School, they will definitely be able to help me get rid of the cold poison completely."
"So it doesn't matter. It's just a temporary pain!"
The skinny figure faced the cold air and slowly climbed to the top of the cliff.
Not long after, she had climbed to the middle of the cliff.
Under the moonlight.
Li Zhihua's body was already covered with a layer of frost.
It was black.
Her hands seemed to have become a little stiff.
There were also some bruises on her face.
That was the result of being eroded by the cold air.
She still underestimated the cold air.
And the cold poison.
Now, her internal force was completely useless.
The cold poison spread wildly into her body and eroded, and it had already reached her internal organs.
She could clearly feel that there was a needle-like pain all over her body.
That kind of cold was indescribable.
It almost seeped into her soul.
"Soon!"
Li Zhihua clenched her teeth tightly, and a desperate madness appeared in her eyes.
"Hold on a little longer, and I will be able to climb to the top of the mountain."
"I will succeed."
She said to herself in her heart.
Then, she continued to climb up.
The higher she went, the more obvious the cold poison was. The black cold air almost formed a faint layer of mist.
It gradually surrounded Li Zhihua's slender figure.
She could no longer see it.
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