Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 333 Unfilial Disciple
After Danxiazi left, Yan Ciwan sneaked into the courtyard, knocked Acai unconscious, and stripped him of his clothes to put on herself. Then she took back Ningdao and the crossbow and hid in the shadows.

She anticipated that Danxiazi would definitely return to reconfirm the identity of the envoy. As she expected, Danxiazi did indeed return, and he also brought with him the legendary, incredibly mysterious sorcerer.

After that, she followed Danxiazi all the way to the dungeon.

Danxiazi had already been killed by her with a single stab. Blood flowed continuously from the wound on Danxiazi's neck, pooling into a thick pool of blood at Yan Ciwan's feet.

Yan Ciwan held the knife tip to the neck of the man in black in front of her and asked coldly.

Where is Nie Xiayun?

Ah Yao swallowed hard. If he told the truth now, he would definitely be executed by order of the sorcerer after he got out, and he would die a very ugly death.

But if he doesn't speak up, he'll be beheaded right now.

Or he could make up some lies to fool the woman in front of him and buy himself and the others in the Five Gods Cult some time.

The next moment, the blade sliced ​​across A Yao's neck. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, his face contorted with terror. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, no sound came out.

Yan Ciwan watched him fall expressionlessly, blood dripping from the tip of the knife.

One look at his shifty, hesitant eyes and expression, and you knew he wouldn't tell the truth.

Instead of wasting time listening to his nonsense, she decided to find out the truth about the prison herself.

She sheathed her sword, bent down and searched the man in black, finally pulling a heavy key from his pocket.

Yan Ciwan straightened up and looked ahead. This dungeon must be used to imprison special people. There were only four doors in the dungeon, and each door had a window about the size of a palm.

She first opened the small window of the first door on the left. Inside, there was a table, chairs, a bed, a wardrobe, and many daily necessities. There was also a black outfit on the clothes rack that matched the one the man in black was wearing. It seemed that this was the man in black's residence.

She then opened the small window of the second door, which was empty except for a dusty bed. There was no sign that anyone had ever lived there; it seemed to be an abandoned prison cell.

She then opened the small window of the third door and saw that there was only a bed inside, nothing else.

She was surprised to find that this was also an empty cell. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, a face suddenly came close to her and shouted at her.

"what!"

Yan Ciwan was startled.

She quickly took a step back, raised her hand to press the hilt of the knife at her lower back, and tensed all her muscles.

Across the small window was an old man with a stubble beard. His face was covered in wrinkles, and his eyebrows and hair were all white. Because he hadn't seen the sun for many years, his skin was very pale, and his cheeks and eye sockets were sunken, making him look haggard and worn out.

He pressed his face against the cell door, staring intently at Yan Ciwan outside, his expression quite puzzled.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Huh? You're not from the Five Gods Sect? I scared the wrong person. Who are you?"

Yan Ciwan was dressed in the uniform black clothes of the Five Gods Sect, but the other party could tell at a glance that she was not a member of the Five Gods Sect. She couldn't help but be curious: "Who are you? How can you be sure that I am not a member of the Five Gods Sect?"

The old man grinned, and because his throat was so dry and hoarse, his laughter sounded like a duck's quack.

"Hehehe, young lady, your face doesn't look like that of a wicked person. It's impossible for you to be in cahoots with those bastards from the Five Gods Sect."

Yan Ciwan raised an eyebrow: "You can read faces? Are you a Taoist priest?" "To tell you the truth, I am indeed a Taoist. When I was traveling around, I was unfortunately ambushed by the Five Gods Sect. They have imprisoned me here for ten years. Young lady, can you have a change of heart and let me out? I have very important things to do. As long as you can let me out, I will agree to any condition you ask."

Yan Ciwan wouldn't mind saving someone along the way, but this person's origins are unknown. What if he is a wicked and evil person? Wouldn't it be a disaster to let him go rashly?

So she said, "Wait a moment. I'll consider letting you out after I find the person I'm looking for."

Seeing that she was about to leave, the old man hurriedly called out, "Don't go! Although I am a poor Taoist priest, my disciple's family is very rich. You can have as much money as you want. I will have my disciple send it to you later."

Yan Ciwan didn't stop walking. Her most important task now was to find the old woman. Money and other material possessions had to wait.

An old man's urgent shout came from behind.

"Believe me, everything I'm saying is true! My disciple's grandfather is a high-ranking official in Chang'an, and his father and brother are also officials. If you don't want money, you can ask them for something else. As long as it's what you want, they can provide it!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Ciwan gradually slowed her pace.

There are many families in Chang'an that hold official positions, but it is rare for three generations of a family to serve as officials in the imperial court.

A bold guess popped into her mind: could it really be such a coincidence?

To verify her guess, Yan Ciwan stopped and turned to look at the old man, tentatively asking him a question.

"What's your disciple's surname?"

The old man's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but hesitated.

Yan Ciwan continued, "You won't even tell me your disciple's surname, how can I believe what you say?"

The old man had waited ten years for this young woman. She was likely his only hope of leaving this hellish place. If he missed her, who knew how long he would have to wait to get out? Perhaps he would never get another chance like this and would just have to die here.

He had no choice but to tell the truth: "His surname is Xiao."

Yan Ciwan fell silent.

What a coincidence!

Seeing that she remained silent, the old man assumed she didn't believe him and hurriedly said, "My disciple comes from the Xiao family of Dongdu, a prestigious family. His grandfather was the current prime minister, Xiao Wenyi. You must have heard of Xiao Gong's deeds, right? He was a veteran of three reigns, and even the current emperor was his student!"

Yan Ciwan walked over, raised her right hand, rolled up her sleeve to reveal the crossbow strapped to her forearm, and asked.

"Do you know this?"

The old man was old and his eyesight was not good. He pressed himself tightly against the cell door, almost squeezing his whole face out of the small window. His eyes were narrowed to slits as he stared intently at the crossbow on Yan Ciwan's arm. After observing for a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a look of surprise appeared on his haggard and weathered old face.

He blurted out incredulously, "This is the crossbow my apprentice made!"

Yan Ciwan then took out a sachet, placed it in front of the other person, and asked, "What about this one?"

The old man's eyes widened as soon as he saw the sachet, and he angrily shouted, "These are my disciple's stitches! Good heavens! I asked him to mend my torn socks back then, but he refused. Now he actually sewed a sachet by hand and gave it to someone else! Unfilial disciple, you forget your principles for the sake of beauty! I'm furious!"

Yan Ciwan: "..."