Yanyun Pavilion is located in a secluded valley within the Yang family's sphere of influence. It was built by Yang Ao for his daughter Yang Xueli. There are various barriers and magic arrays around it. Strangers can only enter with Yang Xueli's consent. Without the owner's permission, even the emperor can't cross the line. Of course, in addition to this method, there is a magic array connected to the courtyard of the Yang family's master, which can also be used to enter and exit the valley at will, but only Yang Ao's family knows this method.

The valley is full of spiritual energy. From a distance, you can see purple smoke, hundreds of birds circling, various exotic flowers competing for beauty, and trees lush and green. The valley is full of fragrance. A few wisps of fairy mist condense on the lake surface and gather without dispersing, making the Yanyun Pavilion standing in the center of the lake appear looming in the fairy mist. A white marble bridge stretches from the attic to the pavilion on the lake in a winding way, like a poem and a picture.

Looking from the pavilion to the lake, the water is crystal clear, the fish are enjoying themselves in the sparse lotus flowers, the breeze blows by, the lake is rippling, and it makes people feel comfortable.

Under the snow cherry tree by the lake, a beautiful figure about 28 years old is sitting on the ground, her delicate hands are playing the jade-like guqin on the jade table in front of her, the clear sound of the guqin like a mountain spring slowly flows out from her jade-like fingertips, refreshing, making people intoxicated and never want to wake up, just wishing that this heavenly sound will never stop.

She was wearing a light blue and snow-white slim-fitting long dress. The breeze blew over her, and the skirt belt danced in the air with the snow cherry blossoms blown down by the wind, which perfectly set off the woman's cold and holy temperament. The woman's hair was not tied up at this time, and her three thousand black hair fluttered in the breeze, which was even more unique. The most eye-catching thing was the black and purple eyes born under the slender and slender willow-leaf eyebrows, as if they took in all the stars in the sky. They were so smart and so bright. The delicate jade nose and the thin lips that seemed to be covered with a little dew made the woman's whole body full of incomparable holy breath.

The beautiful clavicle under the woman's slender jade neck seemed to be able to attract people's souls. There was a ravine on her chest that was neither elegant nor artificial. Her slender waist was less than a hand's length. Her plump hips sat on the green grass, leaving a pair of slender, snow-white and tender calves exposed.

The woman seemed to be the darling of nature. There was not a single flaw on her body. She exuded an innate cool breath. This breath was natural and pure, which made her beautiful beyond description. She was like a goddess who was high above the world. She did not eat a trace of fireworks in the world, and was not stained by a trace of dust in the world. People dared not have a blasphemous heart. Words of praise such as shameful flowers and the moon were not enough to describe her beauty. She was so beautiful that it was breathtaking, so beautiful that the world lost its color, and so beautiful that the stars were submerged.

But the woman stroked the strings of the zither sometimes gently, sometimes quickly, and intoxicating music continued to flow from her fingertips, attracting hundreds of birds to resonate with it and thousands of butterflies to dance with it.

But the woman seemed unmoved, and kept her cold and holy face, immersed in her own music alone, as if the changes in the world had nothing to do with her, just sitting there stroking her own music...

"Hmm?" Suddenly the woman hummed softly as if she had suddenly discovered something worth noting, and then smiled gently at the corner of her mouth. This smile seemed to be the eternal ice and snow lotus suddenly blooming, so beautiful that the world lost its color.

Then a childish voice came from behind: "Sister, Xiaoyi and I are here to see you," the woman turned her head gently, and smiled with her ethereal and pleasant voice: "Xiaochen, why did you suddenly think of coming to my place? Didn't Xiaochen always dislike that I'm boring here?"

At this time, Yang Chen had already thrown himself into the woman's arms and greedily breathed in the fragrance of the woman's body and said: "Sister, it's really boring here, but I started to miss your warm embrace, so I came here."

The woman chuckled and said: "You little naughty boy, I don't know you, you are getting worse and worse, and you can even lie to your sister, tell me, what are you doing here."

Seeing that he was exposed, Yang Chen hung his head and said: "It's so boring at home, mom and the others always have things to do, sometimes they don't show up for a few days, so I brought Xiaoyi here to see you."

"You, are always so naughty," the woman pinched Yang Chen's chubby cheek helplessly and said in a doting tone. Perhaps in this world, only when facing the person in front of her can a woman make such an intimate move.

This woman is the eldest daughter of the Yang family, a woman who makes thousands of men crazy. Yang Xueli not only has a peerless beauty, but also a legendary spirit body of the Great Dao, a congenital saint king, and her cultivation speed is even faster than people can imagine.

However, because she is too outstanding, she has attracted the fear and covetousness of various forces. Yang Ao was afraid that his daughter would be plotted against by others, so when Yang Xueli just turned sixteen, he built a Yanyun Pavilion for her and sent strong men to secretly guard her at any time. So Yang Xueli has basically lived in this valley since then, and basically does not go out. Even if it is necessary to go out for training, she must go through a careful disguise, for fear that others will recognize her. Therefore, outsiders only knew that the Yang family had a young lady who never showed up, and did not know Yang Xueli's true face. This had been going on for more than a hundred years.

It was not until the birth of Yang Chen nine years ago that Yang Xueli showed her true face in front of everyone for the first time. Only then did everyone know what kind of stunning face and amazing cultivation talent this young lady of the Yang family had, and she was also named the Snow Sound Fairy.

Since then, there has been an endless stream of people coming to the Yang family to meet Yang Xueli and to propose marriage to Yang Ao. Most of the people who came were the children of those powerful forces, and they could not be offended easily. For this reason, Yang Ao and his wife racked their brains to think of various ways to refuse the marriage. In order to solve this problem, Situ Mingyang had to give up the affairs in his hands and specialize in receiving and fighting these people, but people who came to the door every day were still endless. Yang Ao and his wife were racking their brains for this matter.

"Sister, when I came here just now, I saw a lot of people blocked outside the barrier. Are these people also here to find you?" Yang Chen asked while lying in Yang Xueli's arms with his head tilted up.

"Xiaochen, ignore them. You must remember that there are two kinds of people in this world who will be kind to others for no reason. One kind is the kindest people. No matter what the other person looks like or what their identity is, they will be kind to others unconditionally. The other kind is the kind of people who love the other person deeply. That kind of people never want to possess the other person, but are happy for the other person's happiness and sad for the other person's sadness.

"What kind of feeling is that!" Yang Chen asked curiously.

"Just like sister to Xiaochen." Yang Xueli touched Yang Chen's head lovingly and smiled gently.

Then he said: "But in this world, these two types of people are too few and far between. Apart from these two types of people, no one will treat you well for no reason. They are just like those people outside, selfish and self-interested. Although they say sweet words to you with a smile on their faces, they are actually ugly inside. So when you grow up, you must always be vigilant against people, understand?" When talking about some people outside, Yang Xueli's eyes, which were originally as calm as water, flashed a trace of disgust.

"I will remember it," Yang Chen replied, seemingly understanding. That cuteness made even Yang Xueli, a cold and beautiful woman who never smiled for a hundred years, laugh. Yang Xueli didn't know that her words today affected Yang Chen's life.

Yang Chen stared at Yang Xueli, who was laughing, with his big watery eyes, and said: "Sister, you are so beautiful."

"Oh, Xiaochen, do you still know what beauty is? Just say that sister is beautiful," Yang Xueli teased.

Yang Chen looked at Yang Xueli with disdain and said, "Sister, you look down on me too much, of course I know."

"Oh? Then Xiaochen, tell me, how is sister beautiful?" Yang Xueli looked at Yang Chen with interest.

"Then sister, let me think about it, how to describe sister," and then thought seriously.

Yang Xueli hummed lightly, as if she had answered.

After a while, Yang Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he suddenly thought of an amazing answer, and shouted, "Ah, I know how to describe sister's beauty."

"Tell me about it, sister," Yang Xueli looked at Yang Chen with interest, wanting to see what Yang Chen could say.

Yang Chen said seriously, "It's just very beautiful," and then asked proudly, "Sister, do you think I'm right?"

"Hehe... Yang Xueli was amused by Yang Chen's cute look again.

Yang Xueli thought that Yang Chen would say something high-level after thinking for such a long time, but who would have thought that he would say such a sentence.

"Sister, did I say something wrong?" Yang Chen was confused by Yang Xueli's smile and thought he was wrong.

"Xiaochen, you are right, it is very beautiful," Yang Xueli said while holding back her smile.

"Then why did sister laugh?" Yang Chen looked unconvinced.

"Because Xiaochen said sister is beautiful, sister is very happy," Yang Xueli looked at Yang Chen and said.

"Oh, is that so..."

The young Yang Chen did not expect that in the upcoming great crisis, Yang Xueli would never laugh so comfortably again for a long, long time, until...