Shen Yanqiu knelt on the bluestone slab of Beilin Temple and stroked the newly erected wordless stele with his fingertips. Buried under the monument is her master, Mr. Mo, who is also known as "one stroke of fate". Three days ago, Master was nailed through Pipa's bone with a seven-inch silver needle in the Sutra Pavilion. Before she died, she only had time to write the word "Snow" on her palm.
She held half of the fragmented picture in her arms, which she had found in her master's sleeve. Half of the winding mountains are drawn with cinnabar on the picture, and a faded seal is stamped in the corner - "Zhenbei Army". Shen Yanqiu didn't understand, how could an old scholar who only loved copying scriptures in the temple and couldn't even hold a sword steady be related to the Zhenbei Army that had been destroyed thirty years ago?
What shocked her even more was that her master's body was stolen overnight.
She went down the mountain with the broken pictures, and her first stop was the most chaotic "ghost market" in Chang'an City. It is said that the owner of the ghost market, "Mother Ye," can know everything about the world, and the price is to exchange for the most precious things. Shen Yanqiu had nothing to lose, except for the wolf-hair pen left by his master.
Grandma Ye took the pen and rubbed the cracks on the penholder with her withered fingers: "Mr. Mo was the 'pen clerk' of the Zhenbei Army back then, specializing in recording military secrets. Some people were afraid that he would write down the events of that year in the "Qing History Supplement", and killed him to wipe out his traces." She handed over a bronze token with the word "Snow" engraved on it, "Go to the owner of the 'Snow Tower', he owes Mr. Mo his life."
The Snow Tower is located deep in Zhongnan Mountain. Its owner, Xie Linzhou, is a man who wears a black cloak all year round...
