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The spring sun shone brightly on the grass in the outskirts. It was exceptionally fresh. A fountain of water flowed along the canyon. The splashing water beat against the rocks, producing a lonely and melodious beat.

Shang Yiqing urged her horse upstream. The sunlight in the canyon ahead dimmed, and the green turned into a deep blue. As they continued forward, the deep blue turned into a deep blue, and the green grass turned into a hard and cold rock.

There was a small waterfall at the end of the wall, and the cold water, like white ice, was splashing down in a heaven-shaking fashion. As the walls rose up in a curved shape, the mouth of the waterfall looked as if it were looking out from a well, and was exceptionally bright. At the very top of the waterfall, there was a huge rock that was just like a hat placed on top of the waterfall. On the top of the huge rock, there was a strange flower.

When Shang Yiqing saw the flower, a heartfelt smile appeared on her face. She had been searching for it for so long just for this' Zi Yanran '. Zi Yanran was a rare treasure in the world. Although she was older than rocks, she lived by borrowing water, and her flowers bloomed like a woman's sweet smile. She was extremely beautiful, and could cure all poisons in the world.

Shang Yiqing had been searching for it for a long time. When she finally saw the flower, her heart was filled with joy. She hopped off her horse and was ready to climb up the mountain.

Right at this moment, he saw a Jadefeather little bird hovering in the air above "Zi Yan Ran". It flapped its wings and aimed at the flower, wanting to peck it.

How could he let a little bird destroy this world's weirdo?

Shang Yiqing was shocked, she took out a slingshot from her bosom, aimed it at the bird, and shot it. She was still more than ten meters away from the top of the waterfall, but the pebble within the slingshot far and accurately, and with a "peng" sound, it hit the bird on its wings.

Shang Yiqing smiled proudly as she kept her slingshot and continued to climb. At that moment, she suddenly heard someone shout coldly: "Who was the one who hurt my 'Jade Feather Yellow Ox'?" Although his voice wasn't loud, it was filled with rage.

She wore a spotlessly white robe, and from afar, she looked like a reflection of the bamboo forest's clear spring water. His clothes were really white like snow, and his clothes were pure and unstained by the dust of the world. With a single glance, Shang Yiqing felt like she was a man who had never lived in the mortal world.

This young master, whose clothes were whiter than snow, was frowning as he glared angrily at Shang Yiqing.

Shang Yiqing said with a smile as she climbed up, "Who asked your little bird to peck at my flower? Do you know that this flower is a peerless treasure? For the sake of searching for this flower, I have waited for so long. She did not care about the life or death of this bird. All she cared about was this flower.

"Do you know that my bird came for this flower?" The sound of water splashing could be heard from afar.

Shang Yiqing could not help but cast another glance at him. There was only one feeling in that glance – a handsome and depressed man!

This person just stood there with his hands behind his back, not even moving, but when he raised his eyebrows and looked back, there was an indescribable arrogance and sadness, just like the snow on a high mountain.

Shang Yiqing's heart skipped a beat. She had never seen anyone so carefree and carefree in their life. Without thinking, Shang Yiqing went straight to her target. Her goal was, of course, "Zi Yanran".

Seeing that Shang Yiqing was getting closer to the rock, the man in white could not help but take a few steps forward. She raised her head and stared at Shang Yiqing. The anger on her face did not dissipate, but she did not say anything more.

The more they climbed to the top of the waterfall, the more difficult the road became. Shang Yiqing's eyes never left the path under Zi Yanran's feet, there were several times where she almost slipped and fell. The man in white was moved as well, but Shang Yiqing was smiling casually, as if she knew full well that nothing was going to happen to him. After climbing onto the rock, she carefully plucked the flower and carefully placed it in the herb trap behind her back. She then turned around and smiled complacently at the young master in white, then looked at the struggling bird whose wings were injured. She then hid it in her bosom and slowly climbed down.

The man in white walked to the waterfall and stopped not far from where Shang Yiqing had landed. He saw her climbing down to the ground. He snorted, his anger still lingering but he maintained his graceful posture.

Climbing down the cliff, Shang Yiqing clapped her hands and took out the bird. She handed it to the man in white, "Here, this is for you."

The white-clothed gongzi accepted the bird without replying, asking instead, "The flower you picked is Zi Yanran?"

"So what if I am?" Shang Yiqing turned his face to look at him, only then did she take a closer look at his features. He was handsome, with dark, shiny eyebrows, which made his face pale; his eyes were bright, too, as if they were filled with spring water; her nose was handsome; and, even better, he had a thin scarlet lip, like the most moist lipstick. It was a pity that she looked too frail and gave off a sickly yet depressing feeling.

I didn't expect this young man in white to be so beautiful!" Shang Yiqing's heart skipped a beat. Even in modern times, this man was a standard handsome man, not to mention in the ancient times! After she had transmigrated here, she had never seen such a handsome man. However, before she could even think of what to say, she heard the white-clothed gongzi say, "I want this' Zi Yanran 'as well. Can you name a price?

"Does it matter if you have money?" Shang Yiqing rolled her eyes. She didn't know how long she searched for this' Zi Yanran, 'but after finding it, she had to wait for the flower to bloom. With just that one sentence from this young master, it was impossible for her to give the flower to him.

Looking at Shang Yiqing's unhappy gaze, the white-clothed gongzi raised his eyebrows, a look of disdain appearing on his face. He cleared his throat and said, "If you hadn't injured my" Jade Feathered Yellow Eagle ", this" Zi Yanran "would have long been in my hands."

"I don't care about that. I only know who gets it first." Shang Yiqing raised her chin, her tone full of mockery.