Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

Death Valley, Murong Ruoxi's unfinished business is really quite inexplicable.

Murong Ruoxi didn't know these two people at all, but she guessed that it must be related to her father. She also didn't know the people on the city wall of Jianying Holy City who saved her life.

Murong Ruoxi bowed deeply and whispered:

"Seniors, please speak frankly!"

Helian Xiaoyue did not withdraw those people. This is the Shadow Hall, and the behavior of these two people is really going too far.

Yin Tang looked at the young Taoist boy and spoke first:

Is she the person you're looking for?

"Hmph, that's none of your business. I'm just curious, what's your relationship with her?"

The young Taoist and Yin Tang felt very strange to each other, because in their hearts, they were already dead to each other.

"Seniors, I don't care what you've come here for, nor what your cultivation levels are, please respect my senior uncle!"

Murong Ruoxi was also angry; these two people were too arrogant!

"Little girl, I'm just here to tell your fortune. Don't be nervous. Perhaps the heavens have revealed that your destiny lies not in the Shadow Hall!"

The young Taoist priest was truly surprised that Murong Ruoxi would decide to join the Shadow Hall. He had followed her all the way here, only thinking that Murong Ruoxi was seeing Helian Xiaoyue off.

The young Taoist knew Helian Xiaoyue, but Helian Xiaoyue did not recognize him because he was no longer the same person.

Yin Tang didn't speak. He couldn't reveal his relationship with the Murong family of Youzhou in front of outsiders. If the little Taoist hadn't shown up, he might have pretended to be a member of the Murong family, since the people of the Shadow Hall didn't recognize him. But with the little Taoist here, it was different; the little Taoist knew him!

Murong Ruoxi pondered for a moment, then bowed deeply to the young Taoist boy and said politely:

"I'm sorry, senior, my worldly ties are severed, and my heart has fallen into darkness!"

Upon hearing this, Yin Tang shook his head slightly. It was truly unwise of Murong Ruoxi to say such things in front of the young Taoist.

"Little girl, you have indeed severed your master-disciple bond, but what about the reason for your drunkenness? Have you truly let go of that person in your heart? My divination arts specialize in predicting worldly relationships; I can remove the thoughts from your heart!"

Murong Ruoxi was taken aback upon hearing this, and exclaimed in surprise:

"How...how do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Even though I've been drunk all the way, I can't forget the person in my heart. The Shadow Hall's killing intent can't kill the thought in my heart!"

Helian Xiaoyue and Murong Ruoxi exchanged a glance, both of them startled. Although they were drunk, they had never let their guard down. The little Taoist boy had followed them all the way without them even realizing it.

Gan Qingcheng and the other two had indeed met once, but the three of them really didn't pay any attention to it.

"I'm sorry, senior, I don't believe in fate. I am the master of my own destiny!"

Murong Ruoxi refused outright. She not only didn't believe in the concept of divine secrets, but she also didn't trust anyone else. Only by becoming strong enough could she change everything; otherwise, she would only bring more sorrow and regret.

The young Taoist priest frowned slightly. He believed in the art of divination, so he could neither force nor forcibly change his fate.

After a moment of contemplation, the young Taoist priest tossed a bamboo skewer to Murong Ruoxi.

"If you ever come to your senses, come find me at the place written on the bamboo stick!"

After the young Taoist finished speaking, he disappeared into the mist.

Murong Ruoxi looked at the bamboo skewer in her hand; it was blank. She shouted:

"Senior, there are no words on this. Did you take the wrong one?"

"If you are truly destined, one day you will see the words on the bamboo stick!"

The young Taoist boy's voice faded into the distance.

Murong Ruoxi felt confused, but she still put away the bamboo stick, because she really had an unfinished relationship hidden in her heart. She just kept it hidden. If Shen Yichen were here, she might also sever the hidden relationship!

Murong Ruoxi turned to look at Yin Tang and asked softly:

"Senior, you didn't secretly follow us all the way, did you?"

Yin Tang hesitated for a moment, but still did not intend to reveal his identity.

"Are you really going to join the Shadow Hall? Will you not regret it?"

Murong Ruoxi raised an eyebrow and coldly replied:

"This is none of your business, senior, please speak frankly!"

Upon hearing this, Yin Tang revealed a slight smile!

"I'm just here to deliver a message: the people from the Purple Rhyme Pavilion have returned to Yanquan. Take care, young lady!"

Yin Tang also disappeared into the mist. He felt that Murong Ruoxi joining the Shadow Hall might be a good choice, at least her life would be safe for a short time.

Murong Ruoxi was shocked. Her mother had returned to Yanquan!

Murong Ruoxi turned to look in the direction of Youzhou; she really couldn't let go of her mother.

Murong Ruoxi knew very well that her mother's return to Yanquan would probably not be a simple matter; it would be a matter of life and death. But what could she do?

Murong Ruoxi sighed softly:

"Mom, I'm sorry, Xixi will be out to help you soon!"

Murong Ruoxi turned to look at Helian Xiaoyue and said calmly:

"Senior Uncle, this is good. The bond between master and disciple, the bond with parents, and the worldly ties have all been resolved. I can now enter the Shadow Hall with peace of mind!"

Helian Xiaoyue did not respond. He looked at the mist and said coldly:

"This is the Shadow Hall, senior, you'd better leave quickly!"

"Sigh, I just wanted to see her go in. Helian Xiaoyue, don't let her die, or someone will personally come to the Valley of No Return to demand an explanation. Don't blame me for not warning you beforehand!"

Yintang's voice also faded into the distance.

Helian Xiaoyue breathed a deep sigh of relief; these two people who suddenly appeared had really made him nervous.

"Girl, come on. Your master never wanted to set foot here in his entire life. Ah, fate. From now on, this place will be your home!"

Helian Xiaoyue led Murong Ruoxi into the Valley of Death.

Murong Ruoxi glanced back at what was behind her. Although there was nothing there, she left behind a single sentence:

"Fool, I'm really turning into a demon, a murderous demon!"

Helian Xiaoyue saw Murong Ruoxi's last tear, and he sighed inwardly:

"Alas, love is hard to forget, and affection is hard to part with. In the end, I owe you a romantic encounter!"

Death Valley, shrouded in mist, is deserted.

Murong Ruoxi followed the path she chose. The Immortal of Wine was destined to become the Demon of Wine. Murong Ruoxi entered the Shadow Hall while drinking; without wine, she could not have survived!

After leaving Death Valley, Jiu Xiaoyao did not continue his journey because he did not know where to go. Murong Ruoxi was the only person he cared about, and now that she had entered the Shadow Hall, she would not be able to leave for a while.

Murong Ruoxi does indeed need to undergo rigorous training. The Burial God Palace is eyeing her covetously, and Jiu Xiaoyao is genuinely worried about Murong Ruoxi's safety. This is why he didn't stop Murong Ruoxi from joining the Shadow Hall. He only wants Murong Ruoxi to survive. As for whether she becomes the Immortal of Wine, he doesn't care. Becoming a murderous maniac is better than being killed by someone else!

"You brat, I should still do something for you!"

Jiu Xiaoyao planned to find a place to brew his Seven-Colored Holy Wine. He hadn't brewed it for many years and had almost forgotten that he hadn't brewed it before because of the Burial God Palace.

Now that things have fallen apart, Jiu Xiaoyao feels he has to live on and protect Murong Ruoxi for a while longer, as Murong Ruoxi's journey is still long.

Jiu Xiaoyao thought of a good place: Jian Bujian's courtyard. He could go there to visit the person he cared about in the lonely grave.

Having lived a life of debauchery for hundreds of years, the carefree drunkard never imagined that he would one day have to sober up.

"Yunquan Tomb, I had almost forgotten it, but in the end I still couldn't forget it!"

With a soft sigh, Jiu Xiaoyao set off on his journey!

Looking back on a century of history, Jiu Xiaoyao seems to have returned to those days. Back then, he entered Yanquan to investigate the matter of Yunquan Tomb and Hut. Now, as he enters Yanquan again, he has the same idea of ​​investigating Yunquan Tomb and Hut, because Ji Xuanyan is also investigating!

When Jiu Xiaoyao stood on the city wall of Jianying Holy City, he suddenly realized that he had never forgotten the hatred and the truth behind it.

Jiu Xiaoyao was also surprised to find that not only had he not forgotten, but the Ji family also seemed to have never given up. Moreover, Feng Linglou was actually in the Ji family. This was truly unexpected!

Jiu Xiaoyao wanted to brew the Seven-Colored Holy Wine, also for his own sake. He wanted to become stronger because the hidden hatred could no longer be hidden a second time.

"You brat, your master is no longer indulging in wine and pleasure. Your master will accompany you to kill that vile woman!"

Slightly tipsy, yet awake, the spring breeze at Yanquan is cold and clear.