I fought back after reselling my engagement

Bai Yu felt a little sad. "Master, won't you advise me?"

"Everyone says that alchemy requires the dual spiritual roots of fire and wood. As long as Bai Xue has the strange fire, maybe it will work."

"She has her own true fire, which was collected by Fox Lord from the Flame Island in the East China Sea."

Su Zhen sighed softly: "Fire Island in the East China Sea..."

"The innate true fire of Bai Xue and Hu Erlang is just an ordinary fire, not comparable to the master's."

"You think I would mind this? I'm wondering how many strange fires there are on the Flame Island in the East China Sea?"

"The strange fire depends on chance. Those without destiny will never find it even if they go a hundred times, but those with destiny can get it in just one go."

"Do you think I am destined to be together or not?"

"The master is a man of great opportunity."

Su Zhen laughed, "The spiritual dew that Mr. Fox sent last time was very good. I made a bottle of plum blossom dew. Please bring it back for me."

Bai Yu took the transparent crystal bottle. It was plum blossom dew. It looked like colorful clouds and was very beautiful.

"Master has been in the Snow Mountain for more than five years. Are you not going back to Fox Hill?"

"I feel like I was born for the snowy mountains. This place is a good fit for me."

Bai Yu said, "The Fox Lord asked me to tell my master that a group of spiritual practitioners who obtained the Jiedan Pill a few years ago are about to advance to the Nascent Soul stage, and they will definitely come to ask for the Jieying Pill in the near future."

"Didn't I bring all the Infant Forming Pills back to you?"

"But there are still people who refuse to give up. I'm afraid their motives are not pure."

"Okay, I know what I am doing. Bai Yu, you should go back now."

Su Zhen turned over, gathered the quilt together and pretended to sleep.

Bai Yu transformed into the form of a snow eagle and flew southward.

Su Zhentong was sleeping. In the past year, people had entered the snow mountain many times. She set up the Nine Revolutions Qiankun Formation around the top of the mountain and turned on the hidden function. Outsiders could not see this mountain top. She only told Bai Yu the secret method to enter here.

Even if outsiders searched for people all over the snowy mountains, no one would know that they had walked past here several times but failed to find the top of the mountain.

Su Zhen really decided to have a good sleep. She entered the eleventh level of the Nascent Soul two years ago and was preparing to advance to the Spiritual Transformation stage. She had prepared the Spiritual Transformation Pill early on. It was a top-grade one, and one pill would allow her to smoothly achieve the Spiritual Transformation stage. When she reached the late Nascent Soul stage, in order to strengthen her foundation, she had to suppress her cultivation twice before each advancement. Now she had already suppressed her cultivation once.

She stretched out her hand, yawned, and entered the training platform in the Xueheng Hall. There was also a pavilion in the center of the training platform, which was exactly the same as the one on the top of the snow mountain. She lay on her side in the same position as outside.

The training platform was covered with ice and snow, and there was a barrier outside. She liked this icy and snowy world, where red plum blossoms could be seen in the cold, and occasionally snow lotus and ice lotus could be seen. Because she entered the snow-capped mountains, 70% of the snow lotus and ice lotus over the years were collected by her.

She was sleeping soundly when she heard someone reciting a poem: "The silkworm may not stop spinning silk until it dies, the candle may not stop shedding tears until it turns to ashes." "The ends of the earth may come to an end, but my longing for you will never end."

She was about to shout, but then she felt something was wrong. The voice was Xia Houyang's. They hadn't seen each other for several years. Could she be hallucinating?

She sat up, and with a flash of her mind, she appeared at the pavilion on the top of the mountain. Standing on the top of the mountain was a young man wearing a thick cloak. Who else could it be but Xia Houyang? He carried a sword on his back, standing proudly in the cold wind.

Su Zhen lay within the pavilion's barrier, hugging his quilt and leaning against a cushion, feeling indescribably comfortable and at ease.

"If we are destined to meet, we will meet even though we are thousands of miles apart. If we are not destined to meet, we will not even know each other even if we are face to face."

When Xia Houyang heard the voice, he looked around and saw a woman standing quietly in the pavilion. Her back was so graceful that it aroused endless fantasies.

Su Zhen said: "In the past year, there have been at least 800 people who have entered the Snow Mountain, if not 1,000. You are the only one who has come in."

The top of the mountain is between continuous mountains. From the top of the mountain where the mountains connect, she set up the Seventh Grade Nine Revolutions Qiankun Formation and activated the hidden restriction. This mountain top was hidden deep in the snow-capped mountains. No one would climb to the top of the mountain specifically to find the highest peak on the top of the mountain.

Xiahou Yang remembered what she looked like when she didn't use magic weapons to conceal her appearance. He entered the pavilion, but was blocked outside by the barrier.

Su Zhen raised his hand, and the restrictions on the pavilion immediately disappeared.

Xiahou Yang stepped into the pavilion and glanced at Su Zhen. This was not the Princess Jiaxing in his memory. Although she was 50% similar, her appearance was much better than Princess Jiaxing's. Her beauty was rare in the world.

"You..." Su Zhen yawned, "I'm a little tired and want to have a good sleep. Please help yourself."

Xiahou Yang said: "Now all the tribes and factions are looking for you in the snowy mountains."

"They search for theirs, and I search for mine. If you have a destiny, like you, you can come in; if you don't, you can't get here even if you search a thousand times. How did you get in here?"

Xia Houyang wanted to say something, but then looked away.

Su Zhen said angrily, "If you don't tell the truth, don't blame me for ignoring you. If I take the nourishing pill, I won't wake up for eighty or one hundred years."

The voice was half coquettish, half threatening, just like when she was a princess and he was her bodyguard.

Xiahou Yang said, "I searched the snowy mountains three times but couldn't find it. I took your manuscript of poems and lost myself in thought. Then a gust of wind came and I followed the manuscript and came here."

Can it still be like this?

The manuscript of the poem was blown away by the wind, and he chased it into the top of the mountain. The recent snowstorm was very strong, and in just a moment, he was separated from his two fellow disciples.

"What poem?"

“A silkworm may not stop spinning silk until it dies, and a candle may not stop shedding tears until it turns into ashes.”

Su Zhen didn't remember writing this poem. "You loved collecting poems back then."

"Now that I realize your wise move back then, I wonder when I will learn Confucianism and refine your poem into a magic weapon."

"That's mine, not yours. Can you make it into a magic weapon?"

"Lovesickness is always the same, but understanding poetry can become a magic weapon."

Su Zhen snorted, "The manuscript is a traitor. It brought you here. Could it be that there is a loophole in the barrier I set up? I have calculated it repeatedly, and there is no problem with the magic circle."

"The problem is with people and their hearts," said Xiahou Yang.

The most difficult thing to estimate in the world is the human heart, and the most ruthless thing is also the human heart.

Su Zhen used magic to create a barrier again, took out the stove, separated half of his true fire and turned it into flames. He placed a kettle on the stove and the stove licked the bottom of the kettle.

The two men sat opposite each other, with a stove and a table between them.

Su Zhen sat up and asked, "Back then, Princess Jiaxing died tragically. What was the truth?"

She asked after all.

Xiahou Yang said: "You helped Northern Liao to prosper, but because you were framed and died tragically, Emperor Dezhi and the royal family won't seek justice for you?"

"So, in your eyes, I am this kind of person?"

"Is not it?"

“Jiaxing is me, but I am not Jiaxing.”

She said this several times. The last time she said it was when she met Xiao Luo. She never said it again after that.

"In my eyes, Da Qi and Bei Liao are the same people. I helped Bei Liao because I saw that the people of Bei Liao were living in misery and I wanted to help them."

Xia Houyang curled his lips and smiled, "In fact, it's not bad for you to help. Now the people of Bei Liao are united and want to make the people live a good life. I heard that the Queen Mother and the Emperor of Bei Liao ordered to build fairy temples for you in various places in Bei Liao. You are a real fairy in Bei Liao. From the Queen Mother to the common people, they all burn incense for you every morning and evening."

"I want to help them, but not for these reasons."