The guard hurriedly said: "You can't pass, this water reaches all the way to both sides of the canyon, if it's frozen, you can still move forward like a flat ground, if you have a boat, there are all sharp stones underneath, the boat can't drink water, but it can pass through everything." But on both sides of the canyon..."

Mo Siyu was disappointed, this is going to be difficult!

She got off her horse and walked to the edge of the rushing water.

Chu Chuyan grabbed her arm: "There is a toothed fish here, and it has torn up children who fell into it. You should stay away from it so that you don't fall."

Mo Siyu squatted down, stretched out his hand to hold a handful of water, took a sip with the tip of his tongue, tasted it carefully, and asked, "Are there any salt fields near here?"

"Yes, yes." The guard said, "There is a large field of mineral salt not far away."

Mo Siyu nodded, and wiped his hands on the cloak: "Let's go, go back to the carriage and stay overnight, and come to see it tomorrow."

On the way back, Chu Chuyan clearly noticed that Mo Siyu was depressed.

He silently stood by her side, and couldn't help asking: "If you can't go back, brother Yu must be very disappointed, right?"

Mo Siyu thought of her brother for no reason, with relatives by her side, it doesn't matter whether she is disappointed or not.

I just don't know whether the river does not freeze and the landslides are caused by God or man.

If man-made, why did he do it.

Do you want to stop someone from coming in, or prevent someone from leaving?

Or is it that the high priest wants to trap his brother in Moon City?

Mo Siyu couldn't figure it out.

After returning to the camp, Mo Siyu went straight into the carriage.

The stove inside has been filled with charcoal again, and it is warm, and there is a pot of boiling hot water on the small table.

Mo Siyu held the stove to warm his hands, spread out the blanket, fell asleep in the carriage.

Chu Chuyan lay down beside her and saw her thinking heavily: "Brother Yu, don't worry, the landslide has collapsed, just need to send some more guards to clean up the road, and we can continue our journey in a few days gone."

In just a few days, the end of the year is approaching.

Mo Siyu replied vaguely, "It's very late, go to bed early, and you'll know what's going on when you wake up tomorrow morning."

The night is like ink, and everything is silent.

The melodious sound of the flute vaguely seemed to come from the vast sky, and Mo Siyu, who was already in a daze, opened his eyes suddenly.

The sound of the flute is so familiar!

Just pricking up his ears, he heard the sound of the flute suddenly stop.

Mo Siyu waited for a while, but there was no more movement.

On top of the snow mountain.

A woman with black hair and white clothes, wearing a fox fur cloak on her head, blends with the whiteness of the world,

Her eyebrows were dyed with ink, her eyes were like stars, her red lips were dyed with rouge, and she held a jade flute in her hand.

"It seems that the girl still remembers me and has never forgotten me. She not only carries the jade flute I left with her, but also plays the music I once played for the girl." The man was also wearing a snow-white robe and a fox fur cloak. On the shoulders, the eyes are like lacquer, standing not far away, staring at the woman's slender back without blinking.

"My lord, don't be too sentimental. Return this thing, and there will be no end date." Without even turning her head, the woman put the jade flute in the snow and walked forward.

"Girl stay here." Mo Chengyue chased after her in a few steps.

The woman turned a deaf ear and walked even faster.

"Saint Hu Yueru!" Mo Chengyue picked up the jade flute on the ground: "In order to wait for me, I stayed alone on the top of the snow-capped mountain and delayed my return date. This is a big taboo, aren't you afraid of spreading the word?"

The woman finally stopped, turned around slowly, and stared at Mo Chengyue: "Do you know my identity?"