The woman with her back to Murong Piaoxue turned around, with a faint smile on her beautiful face. She just waved her hand, and there was a dressing table in front of her. At this time, she picked up a paintbrush

.

"Xue'er, come here." Her voice didn't seem to contain much emotion, but it inexplicably made Murong Piaoxue feel the hidden concern.

Murong Piaoxue walked to the dressing table and sat down according to her instructions. However, when her ancestor's hand touched the scar on her face, her body froze.

It turns out that I still care a lot...

"Everyone's body will inevitably leave some scars. This is also the harvest in the process of growing up. Xue'er, try to accept it." The ancestor's movements were very gentle.[

Murong Piaoxue felt a little coolness somewhere on her cheeks, but she believed in her ancestors and allowed the movements in her hands to continue without moving.

Time passes bit by bit through the fingers.

"Open your eyes." The ancestor's voice seemed to be bewitching. Murong Piaoxue's long eyelashes fluttered and he slowly opened his eyes... A pink lotus bloomed the most beautiful thing on his face.

Her posture made her pink and delicate face look a bit charming, magnificent yet elegant.

The ancestor stretched out his hand and held Murong Piaoxue's face, with a hint of admiration in his beautiful eyes, "It is so beautiful, isn't it?"

Murong Piaoxue stared blankly at the incomparably beautiful woman in front of her, feeling that a wound in her heart was gradually healing. She gradually smiled, but shed tears as she laughed, "Ancestor, the scar on your face has disappeared.

But my heart still hurts..."

Perhaps, this is something that the powerful ancestor who does not need a reason cannot understand, and the proud ancestor will not understand such heartache. She is just a woman with a pure heart without any impurities. She has not experienced those vigorous and unforgettable events, but

It’s also a heart-wrenching love.

My ancestor was not actually very old, but he was very capable.

Murong Piaoxue still remembered that when she was still a few months old, something unprecedented happened in the snow mountain spiritual world.

One clan invades, and the inner clan colludes with the other clan...

Later, my ancestors pacified the spiritual world of Snow Mountain, but...but when I started to practice, I only heard from the elders of Snow Mountain that my ancestors had to sleep for a hundred years before they could wake up.

As for why she didn't pay much attention to it because she was practicing.

In fact, ancestor is just an honorific title given to the patriarch of the Xueshan clan in the Xueshan spiritual world. The name of the ancestor is: Ye Qingyan.

After hearing this, the ancestor just gently stroked Murong Piaoxue's little face, turned around, and floated lightly in the air. A guqin also appeared in front of her with her sleeves. Judging from the color, it was definitely a guqin.

Good piano.

For a moment, the leisurely sound of the piano was like the sound of an empty valley, and every beating note seemed to carry a kind of magic power. It strangely brought Murong Piaoxue's thoughts to the happy time with Jiang Li at midnight, and then...

Long Chenyan...

One scene after another is unforgettable.

After the song ended, Murong Piaoxue pulled back her thoughts and looked up at her ancestor, only to see the tenderness in her eyes that had not yet been absorbed...

Just now, the ancestor used the music of the piano to lead her to relive the tender past with Ziye and Chen Yan. Being able to do this can only prove that... there was once such a man who made the ancestor deeply fall in love with her.
Chapter completed!