The snow on Zhongnan Mountain has not yet disappeared, and the palace sand around the girl's neck is soaked with medicinal fragrance.
On the day Shen Zhao got her hairpin, master Xiao Ji used nine-inch gold needles to seal all the major points on her body. He said this was a way to cure Jiuyin's broken meridians, but he left a cinnabar mark on her heart. In the next three years, whenever the cold poison broke out in the new moon, the hands holding the silver needles would always be covered with ribbons, crushing her sobs in the mist of medicine.
The master of the Qiyun Pavilion in Jianghu City hangs a pot to save the world, but he doesn't know that every time he saves a person, he has to drink a sip of the blood from his disciple's wrist. Until the demon sect came back, Shen Zhao glimpsed the massacre in Yaowang Valley twenty years ago in the blood-stained jade finger - it turned out that she was not an orphan girl picked up, but a medicine man raised by Xiao Ji himself.
The entangled shadows are reflected in the cold pool, and the silk ribbon that blindfolds his eyes binds two broken lives. When the seventh level of Burning Heart Technique backfired and engulfed his mind, Shen Zhao bit the tip of his tongue and transferred the poison back to his lips: "Master, this time I will be your medicine guide."
Doctors have a kind heart to help the common people, but they cannot survive the three thousand calamities of the world of mortals. The nine-turn golden needle sealed not only the eight extraordinary meridians, but also the taboo thoughts that had been hidden for ten years. This fateful relationship between master and apprentice, in which one's life was exchanged for one's life, finally turned into a pot of heart-burning liquor when the snow fell all over the mountain.
Purpose: Seeing the true heart through hardships