"No! I'd rather let her leave a root cause of the disease than let her have a dependence from now on!" Ziyuan clenched her teeth and flatly shouted, "external diseases are easy to cure, heart diseases are difficult to cure!"

Ruan Hongling looked at Zhou Qin, smiled bitterly and sighed: "this guy, I thought she had always been lucky, but I didn't expect such a mistake at the moment! Alas!"

She was feeling, but suddenly she heard a melodious song from the vast white snow field.

"In the vast sky, heavy snow is fluttering, and the world seems boundless. In this vast snow field, a team comes out slowly.

Most of the team were wooden carts pulled by yaks and extremely cold resistant plateau horses. Some Tibetans in Tibetan clothes wrapped themselves tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes. Some old Tibetans sitting on the wooden cart pulled by yaks turned the scripture barrel and came slowly all the way.

In this team, there was a girl riding on a yak. Although it was snowy at this time, she was still singing heartily, as if she wanted the snow to send her song far away, all the way to the lover's ear in her heart, bringing her own thoughts and feelings of lovesickness.

None of the Tibetans in this team spoke. They seemed to be quietly listening to the girl's song. Everyone's face was full of emotion and remembrance, as if they were recalling their emotional memories.

When the team came to a place not far from Li Zhou and Qin, a Tibetan leader suddenly shouted, "Qiang bagra, look, look! It seems that there is someone!"

The Tibetan headed by Li Yundong was Qiang bagra, the Tibetan uncle who had been saved when Li Yundong built the foundation. At this time, he was taking his people back from the holy mountain Kari worship, but he met Li Yundong's apprentice, Zhou Qin, on the way.