"Since I was little, my parents have taught me to practice hard, enter Zhaoye Palace, and bring honor to my family. This has become an obsession in my heart."
"This is also me, so I have no regrets, even though many things were already determined from the beginning."
"This is my destiny, and it's also a choice made by my heart... The Bronze Candle Master said so at the time. Finally, I quietly withdrew and let him rest."
This true disciple recounted the past events of the previous headmaster, and the appearance of that person in time seemed to become clearer.
Loran Hill listened quietly, and before he knew it, the tea in front of him had grown cold.
Afterwards, the true disciple told the story of the grudge between He Ling and Yu Jian, and those things were roughly the same as what the girl knew before.
At this time, a man wearing a dark purple robe and a light purple and white crown on his head walked slowly from the corridor, and several inner disciples greeted him respectfully.
"Master Yingdeng."
He walked slowly into the pavilion and greeted Luo Lanxier.
"Thank you Junior Sister Jialan for your help in this disaster. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable. That's why I specially invite you here." He saluted loudly, seemingly not caring about the face of his position as the head of the sect.
After Loran Hill declined, the two continued talking for a while.
"I guess this is Junior Sister Jialan's first time at Zhaoye Palace."
"Yes." Loran Hill nodded.
"Then, Junior Sister, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of Mushan Island during this time." The head brother smiled faintly.
Then Yingdeng persuaded Luo Lanxier to stay in Zhaoye Palace for a few months. During this time, she could read the sect's classics and secret techniques, and Zhaoye Palace would also give her many good things to entertain this junior sister.
"Junior Sister Jialan, there is no need to refuse. If you don't take anything, how will we cope?" Yingdeng easily stopped Luo Lanxier's idea of escaping back to Xiangyu.
After he finished speaking, he led the girl to the edge of a cliff where rocks leaned against each other. The night breeze was blowing here, and the scenery in the distance and below the mountain was in full view.
Looking out from the railing, long strings of purple-red lanterns hang from the surrounding peaks, embellishing the night sky and illuminating the forests, making them look purple-red and dreamy.
The sounds of gongs and drums began to be heard in the town and streets below. People dressed in all kinds of strange costumes walked on the streets, and many residents stood on both sides, watching excitedly and discussing with each other from time to time.
And Loran Hill also heard what they were excitedly talking about.
"Wow, the Mushan Opera is about to begin again after five years. I don't know why they deliberately delayed it until now this year. I can't wait~" Several tourists enthusiastically discussed the local opera festival.
A group of children were also running happily in the woods with lanterns in their hands, chasing each other. From time to time, the sound of firecrackers exploding could be heard, spreading in all directions.
That night.
Swordsmen and beauties, generals and ministers, princes and common people, one by one, take the stage and begin to play out their own lives. Perhaps they cannot change the already determined scenes, but they will still strive to perform well in this unique script that belongs to them.
After all, who can say that the audience is only attracted by the kings and generals on the stage? Perhaps it is the little people who are arrogant, persistent, resolute and moving who are the most fascinating objects for them.
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