Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 106: Snowstorm Waiting for the Returnees

Uncle Jiu helped Xiao Wang up and desperately stuffed the Heart-Replenishing Pill into his mouth.

The Xuxin Pill temporarily suppressed the toxicity, and Xiao Wang finally stopped vomiting blood.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, reached out to pick up the frozen female corpse, carefully put it back into the coffin, and then closed the lid.

He wanted to bury Yan Ciwan, but there were no tools like shovels here, so he could only scoop up the soil mixed with ice and snow with his hands and sprinkle it into the pit.

Uncle Jiu helped him.

The master and servant moved the soil bit by bit with their bare hands. By the time the pit was finally filled, their hands had turned purple from the cold.

Yan Ciwan looked at them silently, feeling an indescribable sour feeling in his heart.

She thought she was destined to be left to rot in the wilderness with no one paying attention to her anymore, but she never expected that someone would collect her body.

Xiao Wang felt dizzy and could no longer stand, so he had to sit in the snow against the tombstone.

Uncle Jiu wiped away the tears from his eyes and pleaded, "Liu Lang, let's go to Chang'an. Let's go to Lord Xiao and ask him to find a way to bring Taoist Mo back. Taoist Mo is your master. He developed this Heart-Repairing Pill specifically for you. He may be able to save you."

Xiao Wang said weakly: "It's useless. Master has already said that he can't cure Luo Xianweng's poison."

Uncle Jiu was unwilling to give up: "Let's give it a try. What if Taoist Mo has found a way to detoxify after traveling around?"

Xiao Wang slowly exhaled a breath of hot air and said softly: "Uncle Jiu, tomorrow is my twentieth birthday. I don't have time anymore."

These words pierced Uncle Jiu's heart, causing him to collapse instantly.

He cried silently.

Xiao Wang turned his head and looked at the tombstone next to him. Chao Lu's name was written on the tombstone, but he knew that the person buried underneath was not Chao Lu.

"I should erect a monument for her, so that she won't become a wandering ghost."

He coughed softly and coughed up a little blood.

He wiped the blood clean: "But I don't know your name..."

"My name is Yan Ciwan." Yan Ciwan squatted down in front of him and spoke word by word. "Yan in Yanyan Yugui, Ciwan in Erer Ciwan."

The only sounds in Xiao Wang's ears were the cold wind whistling past and Uncle Jiu's suppressed crying.

He didn't know someone was talking to him.

He reached into his waist and pulled out a sharp, thin, soft knife.

It was the Ning Dao that was stolen by the hunter!

"This is your knife, right? I happened to see someone selling it in a pawn shop. We found the seller and after asking, we learned that its owner is here. Now, it is returned to its owner."

Xiao Wang stuck the Ning Dao into the snow in front of the tombstone.

In the cold wind, the blade of Ning Dao is brighter than ice and snow.

There are four words engraved on the blade: God bless you and keep you in peace forever.

This became her final epitaph.

Yan Ciwan gently stroked the blade. Although she couldn't shed tears, she felt her eyes were sore and bitter.

Xiao Wang took out a short jade flute from his arms.

"This song is dedicated to you who are in the underworld, and also to me who is about to go to the underworld."

He put the flute to his lips and blew it gently.

The melodious sound of the flute floated out, drifting among the mountains and forests.

This song felt extremely familiar to Yan Ciwan.

She immediately remembered that this was "The Return" composed by Xiao Wang himself!
This was originally a musical score, but Xiao Wang played it on a short flute. The tone was even more sad and desolate than when Yan Ciwan first heard it.

He once thought that he still had a chance of survival, but now all hope was gone and death became the inevitable outcome.

He was unwilling to succumb to the fate, but his life had already begun to count down. He had no time to fight for a chance to live.

Everything seems to have been predetermined and no one can change it.

White snowflakes were flying all over the sky and falling down. They covered Xiao Wang's shoulders and the handle of Ning Dao.

Their lives are just like the snowflakes in the sky, seemingly grand but actually short.

A cold teardrop quietly slid down the corner of Xiao Wang's eye.

He closed his eyes and decided to accept death calmly since it was inevitable.

As the tune draws to an end, it unexpectedly becomes peaceful and slow.

Yan Ciwan could feel the sadness of being forced to face reality after struggling in vain.

He finally chose to give up helplessly, just like her.

When the song ended, Xiao Wang was poisoned again.

He leaned against the tombstone and coughed violently, and the hood on his head slipped off, revealing his hair mixed with silver strands.

He was only twenty years old, but because of the poison from Luoxianweng, his body weakened prematurely and his hair turned white at an early age.

Uncle Jiu hurriedly took out a porcelain bottle, knelt on the ground, and put the Xu Xin Pill to Xiao Wang's lips.

"Liu Lang, take the medicine quickly!"

But Xiao Wang pushed his hand away.

"There's no need for that, Uncle Jiu, just go."

Uncle Jiu's eyes were red, and he cried, "Liu Lang, your life is my life. If you die, I will not live alone!"

Xiao Wang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle Jiu, you can't die. I have something to ask of you."

Uncle Jiu held back his tears and said, "You tell me, no matter what, I will promise you."

"When I die, please bury me here without erecting a tombstone. I also ask you to apologize to my father and grandfather on my behalf. I am unfilial and cannot serve them anymore. I hope they will take care of themselves in the future."

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the wind blew up Xiao Wang's hair. He leaned against the tombstone and coughed constantly. Blood dripped from the corner of his lips and fell into the snow, dyeing the white snow dark red.

Yan Ciwan wanted to help him wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but she couldn't touch him.

She could only watch him take effect from the poison.

She was filled with grief and indignation.

They clearly just want to survive, why can't the heavens fulfill even such a small request?
Uncle Jiu didn't want Xiao Wang to die here alone, so he wanted to take Xiao Wang down the mountain to find a doctor. Even though he knew there was no hope, he still wanted to give it a try.

He was about to carry Xiao Wang on his back, but saw Xiao Wang stopped coughing.

Xiao Wang slowly closed his eyes, his hands fell weakly, and the jade flute fell into the snow, and together with the dark red blood, it became the most dazzling color in the ice and snow.

"Rokuro! Rokuro!"

Uncle Jiu called out several times but there was no response. He stretched out his trembling fingers and placed them under Xiao Wang's nose.

There is no breath anymore.

Uncle Jiu knelt on the ground, crying.

The cold wind whistled past, and Ning Dao hummed softly in the wind and snow, as if seeing Xiao Wang off.

Yan Ci Wan wanted to help him brush away the snowflakes on his cheek, but she passed her fingers through his body and couldn't touch anything. She refused to give up and stretched out her hand again and again, like a child who was sulking and refused to admit defeat.

She didn't want to die, nor did she want Xiao Wang to die.

She couldn't accept such a cruel ending.

In a trance, she seemed to hear the familiar piano sound again.

She thought she was having an illusion, until the sound of the piano became clearer and clearer, she realized that it was not an illusion, but someone was really playing "Returning"!
　Finally wrote here, please vote~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)