The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

Wen Youqing didn't know. She bit her pale lips and walked up the mountain path step by step.

......

.......

The mountain climbing trail used to be very tiring.

The reason was that the stairs were too high, and the young Wen Youqing needed to lift his legs high and push them upward with all his strength before he could slowly walk up.

As she grew older, the mountain climbing route became easier and easier. Wen Youqing was curious about why, but she found the answer on the door.

Above is the height that the master carved for her.

Every year and every month, the master would always measure her height. Wen Youqing originally didn't think it was a big deal, and even felt a little bored. She was naughty and liked to stand on tiptoe to pretend to be tall. Now that she has grown up, the master would always ruffle her hair with a smile, feed her a candy, and then unconsciously press her tiptoed feet down to measure her accurate height.

She is growing up.

Now Wen Youqing was walking on the mountain trail, with snow still accumulating around her feet. Her boots were immersed in the snow, and the coldness surged into her heart.

Behind her, a long trail of footprints followed her, cold and lonely.

The road is still as familiar as before.

But...how long has it been since I walked this road?

Wen Youqing was thinking, the breeze at her feet blew up the scattered snowflakes, and a gust of wind blew, and the scattered snowflakes and petals dazzled her eyes.

Wen Youqing closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she saw a small courtyard with the eaves covered by white snow.

At first it was just the eaves, but as she walked slowly forward, the entire courtyard gradually appeared before her eyes.

The bricks used to build the wall were somewhat old, and the wooden door bore traces of the years, but the entire courtyard was so familiar, exactly the same as it was when Wen Youqing had left.

Wen Youqing's questions on the mountain climb were answered.

Twenty years.

The last time I secretly came to Qiu Shui and Qingzhu Peak was twenty years ago.

Everything has changed, yet it seems nothing has changed, except that things and people are different.

Wen Youqing raised his head and looked at the plaque hanging high up. The words engraved on it had become blurred.

She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pushed open the door.

It has a light plum blossom scent.

In the cold snow, the plum blossoms bloom proudly, lonely and alone.

This is the plum blossom that my master once planted and carefully cared for. Due to the extremely hot winter, it never grew buds, but now on this snowy winter day, it unexpectedly bloomed.

It's blood plum.

The petals of the plum blossom are red, and they stand out in this pale world.

Under the eaves all around, there was white silk hanging down, falling to the ground and blending with the snow.

All the flowers planted by the master have withered, except for the blood plum, there is not a single alive pot left.

The corners of Wen Youqing's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and the world in front of her became hazy.

She took a deep breath of the cold air and exhaled warm mist. The heavy snow was still falling, and the road that had been cleared was covered with snow again, hiding the road ahead.

Wen Youqing walked forward relying on his memory, crossed the thick snow, and came to the ancestral hall.

In front of her, a coffin lay quietly.

The coffin is made of simple texture and has a faint woody scent.

The master just lay there quietly. His once handsome face hadn't changed at all and was still so attractive. He closed his eyes tightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

But his face was so pale, without a trace of blood on his lips.

No interest.

The coffin is very big.

He just lay there quietly.

Wen Youqing knelt outside silently.

She let the heavy snow fall on her shoulders, burying her figure in the paleness.

219. What is your identity and what are your qualifications...

Wen Youqing has never touched the Heavenly Gate in his life.

But with her speed of cultivation, it is almost certain that she will reach the Heavenly Gate in time.

She once fought a bloody battle with three Mahayana monks in Zhongzhou, and finally risked half her life to kill a Mahayana monk with an unstable foundation, and finally escaped with her last breath.

She had also snatched treasures from thousands of monks in the secret realm, and when she saw them beating their chests and gritting their teeth, she smiled like a witch, feeling only amusement.

There are countless people in the cultivation world who want to kill her, but that is just a thought. Everyone knows what a huge price one has to pay to kill this witch.

This is something that no force can bear.

Since Wen Youqing showed her talent, she has never revealed her background. The cultivators in the immortal world are curious about her master and, watching her perform Taoism, they feel that she is a cultivator from the Nanposo Continent Demon Sect. However, her unparalleled swordsmanship makes her seem like she is from the swordsmanship sect of the Dongsheng Shenzhou. People speculate about her origins, and it has become a rumor that is talked about in the world.

She is not afraid of supernatural powers.

Not afraid of the sword.

She is not afraid of the slight cold...

?

Her legs in black silk socks touched the cold snow, and a chill hit her heart. Wen Youqing realized that she had unknowingly kneeled in the snow. Her body, which was full of spiritual energy, had no strength at all. She knelt in front of her master's coffin, and confusion and helplessness surged into her heart.

Until this moment, she didn't think that what she saw was real. Intense emotions overwhelmed her brain. It was an intense grief that came like a tsunami.

Her nerves had begun to become numb. In order to prevent her from doing anything to hurt herself, Wen Youqing's brain, immersed in great grief, became numb.

Should she cry?

should.

But she couldn't cry. Wen Youqing couldn't tell what was fantasy and what was reality at this moment. All the past events came to her mind and scenes of hallucinations appeared before her eyes.

It was her master who quietly wrapped her in a quilt at night. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. There was a picture book in the quilt that she had not finished reading in the evening.

Jing Yan saw through it but didn't say anything. He turned his back, smiled slightly, quietly lit the candle, and left the room.

That was when she fell into the water and caught a cold. The master stood worriedly around the stove, watching the herbs tumbling in the boiler, cooking up an extremely bitter medicinal meal.

If Wen Youqing refused to drink, Jing Yan would scoop up a spoonful of the water, put it to her lips and blow gently to cool it down, and coax her to drink it.

When she frowned because of the bitterness, the master would hand her a piece of rock candy. When she held it in her mouth, the sweetness filled her mouth.

And when practicing sword skills, the master was the most strict. He said one hour was the only hour to practice, and Wen Youqing was so tired that he complained bitterly.

But after each practice, the master would always give her her favorite dessert and knead her sore limbs to dissolve the blood stasis.

Master is always like this.

He always disliked expressing himself, and he always showed up when help was most needed. Wen Youqing just sought warmth from his master in this way and felt at ease.

Before leaving Qingzhu Peak for the last time, Wen Youqing had an argument with his master.

That was the first, only, and last time she quarreled with her master.

Wen Youqing didn't remember what the quarrel was about, she only remembered that she said something harsh.

"You are not my master—"

When she said this, Wen Youqing actually regretted it. She wanted to take it back, but she refused to back down because of her face.

At that moment, the master's face suddenly turned pale. He was silent for a long time and said nothing, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Wen Youqing left Qingzhu Peak. From then on, the world was vast and the road ahead was long. She had to decide everything on her own.

It's so free.

So lonely.

So... regretful.

When her master's body appeared quietly in front of her, Wen Youqing suddenly felt that she had lost something, something that she would never be able to get back.

Everything has been decided, an outcome that cannot be changed.

She was as confused as a child.

When she wanted to reach out and touch her master's hand, a sharp sword light blocked her way.

It’s Luo Li.

She appeared here at some point, looking at the guilty Wen Youqing, with the sword in her hand firmly blocking the way ahead.

"Don't touch Master."

Luo Li said coldly: "You don't deserve it."

Wen Youqing wanted to refute and argue with her like they did when they were children, but suddenly found that everything could no longer go back to the way it was before.

At this moment, she is a witch who is despised by everyone, while Luo Li is a rising master of weapon refining, respected by everyone.

The fork in fate separated the two people.

Everything went in a different direction.

What reasons do I have, what status do I have to make Luo Li move the sword away from her?

Wen Youqing didn't know, she just withdrew her hand, lowered her head, and asked Luo Li:

"How did Master... die?"

Perhaps she herself did not notice that her expression was so sad when she said the last two words. Her voice became lighter and lighter, and dissipated in the wind and snow.

Snowflakes fell on Luo Li's sword. Her eyes were filled with complex emotions as she looked at her former senior sister and spoke through gritted teeth.

"It has nothing to do with you."

Wen Youqing raised his head, bloodshot eyes appeared in the corners of his eyes, and his voice was like a ghost:

"Was the master murdered? By whom?"

Luo Li looked at Wen Youqing, shook her head, and replied:

"It has nothing to do with you."

"How can it have nothing to do with me? I am Wen Youqing from Qingzhu Peak, your Luo Li's senior sister, and Master's disciple..."

Suddenly, Wen Youqing was stunned.

Her heart paused for a moment at this moment.

In what capacity did she attend this funeral?

She was no longer the master's disciple - she said this herself.

These words made the master so sad and disappointed. She had hurt the master's heart, but now she was asking for forgiveness... Wen Youqing, oh Wen Youqing, what you did... was really disgusting.

Wen Youqing lost his strength.

He collapsed in the snow.

Luo Li sneered.

"Come on, Wen Youqing, please continue. Who are you to the master?"

Wen Youqing was silent.

After a while, Wen Youqing lived up to his previous attitude and whispered: "Master...who killed him? I will go kill him..."

"Big sister, big sister, you are still so naive."

Luo Li stared at the senior sister in front of her and said slowly:

"If you can handle it, can't I, Luo Li, handle it? Why do you have to handle it?"

"Wen Youqing, oh Wen Youqing, why are you always... so conceited and arrogant?"

"Okay, you want an answer first, I'll tell you..."