Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

Everyone believes that standing at the top of everything and doing it to the extreme is the best! Cultivation, power, wealth, etc., we often think about what we will do after reaching the top of the pyramid and enjoy the dream-like satisfaction. This is a common problem for everyone, regardless of whether we are strong or weak, rich or poor, noble or humble. We call this behavior "dream!"

Dreaming of being rich and squandering money; dreaming of being the only one in the world and looking down on everyone; dreaming of achieving enlightenment one day and having the world at your will; but how many people have ever thought about whether they would still be in the mood to squander money when they really become rich? When you become the only one in the world, who will you look down on? Are the heroes you once thought of still the same now? How many people have ever seen those who have achieved enlightenment travel freely between heaven and earth?

Ji Qingfeng, the contemporary head of the Ji family, has been practicing hard since he was a child. He traveled around the world and gained knowledge when he was young. His cultivation is the highest among his generation and his knowledge is the best in his family. He dreams of one day being able to take charge of the Ji family and hold the power of the world. When his father handed over the power of the Ji family and the righteousness to his unknown and devoted elder brother Ji Qingyun, he was puzzled. Which of his elder brother Ji Qingyun's cultivation, connections, background, achievements, etc. could compare to his own?

Ji Qingfeng had been confused and had given up on himself. He once got drunk and mustered up the courage to ask his father why it was not him sitting in that seat?

His father took him to the Moon-Viewing Platform of the Ji family's Moon-Watching Tower - the highest point in the Ji family's imperial city, overlooking the entire Ji family. His father told him that he would be worthy of sitting on the seat of the head of the Ji family only when he saw something other than the Ji family.

So many years have passed, but every time I go up to this moon-viewing platform, my eyes are still full of the Ji family, even though I have been the head of the Ji family for more than ten years.

"Father, I am stupid. After all these years, I still don't understand what you meant back then!"

Ji Qingfeng stood on the moon-viewing platform, looking at the majestic imperial city of Ji family and the prosperous scene of the mansion. He felt satisfied in his heart. He felt that what he did was better than his elder brother. He felt that his father's original choice was wrong. Today, the Ji family is more prosperous, and Zhongzhou is more prosperous because of the Ji family!

Unfortunately, this wonderful feeling was always only momentary and never occupied his heart!

Tonight, he came to the moon-viewing platform of the Moon-Watching Tower again, feeling extremely confused, just like he did back then. He hoped so much that his father could still give him some guidance, even if it was something he didn't understand, because that was a kind of support after all.

Thirteen years ago, he inexplicably replaced his eldest brother and became the head of the Ji family. He did not hesitate at all and did not ask why, because that position should have been his. It was his father Qian Gang who made the decision alone to let his eldest brother succeed to the throne. Except for a few close relatives and elders of his eldest brother, the entire Ji family was a supporter of him, Ji Qingfeng. Everyone believed that he, Ji Qingfeng, was the one who could lead the Ji family to a glorious future, including himself.

Thirteen years have passed, and he has become more and more doubtful and less trustful of himself. He doesn't know whether he is afraid of losing something or if his cultivation has improved a step further. He is always worried in his heart, always feeling that the Ji family's empire is about to collapse, and a danger that he cannot feel is approaching, but he can never grasp that illusory feeling.

This time, the ancestral hall issued a message, asking the guardian of the ancestral hall to go to Manghuang to eliminate the remnants of Fuchen Temple and Xuantian Dao. Although he was the head of the family, he could only carry out the order, because the matter involved the Ji family's legacy and he had no right to interfere. It was precisely because he could not interfere that after the guardian of the ancestral hall left, he was always uneasy. He didn't know what this incident would bring to the Ji family?

Ji Qingfeng stayed alone on the Moon-Viewing Platform for a long time, and finally turned his gaze to Wolong Mountain, where the Ji Family Ancestral Hall was located. A dark yellow light flashed around him, and he came to the outside of the Wolong Mountain Ancestral Hall.

"Ji Qingfeng, the current Patriarch of the Ji Family, requests to see the Grand Elder!"

"What's the matter?" An old man's voice came from the ancestral hall.

"The Dragon Soul Guard has not returned yet. I want to know if the Ancestral Hall Shadow Guard has returned? Do we need to send someone to pick him up?"

The Shadow Guards of the Ancestral Hall are the guardians of the ancestral hall. They are composed of elders of the Ji family who have lived for more than a hundred years. They are the most powerful and mysterious force of the Ji family. They are only responsible for protecting the teachings of the ancestral hall and never interfere in the affairs of the Ji family. This has been the case for generations.

After the emergence of Xuantian Pavilion, the ancestral hall began to intervene in the affairs of the Ji family. This was the second time. The first time was thirteen years ago, when Ji Qingyun disappeared. It was the ancestral hall's shadow guards who handled the funeral. The Ji family only knew that Ji Qingyun disappeared, but they didn't know why or where he went. Even Ji Qingfeng, the head of the family, didn't know anything at all.

"Is there any news about the Holy Dragon Golden Spear?"

No one in the ancestral hall answered Ji Qingfeng's question, but asked back.

"no!"

"Shadow Guard of the Ancestral Hall, the soul tablet has been broken. I'm afraid..."

In Lingxu Mountain, Shandong, in the canyon under the snow-capped peaks, Shen Yichen and Huang Xiyi walked down one after the other.

The night was getting darker and the surroundings were getting colder. Both of them were injured and were getting more and more tired. "Cough" "Cough" they coughed rhythmically, you coughed, I coughed, as if telling each other, I'm by your side!

"There is a cave ahead, let's go and take a look!"

Shen Yichen walked in front and used his spiritual sense to explore. Along the edge of the canyon, he found a cave next to a cliff.

"it is good!"

Huang Xiyi didn't say a single extra word. She was still a little annoyed by Shen Yichen's unintentional rude behavior just now.

The cave is not big, in fact, it can't be considered a cave. The top is two stone-like rock walls crossed together, and there is an open space below. Shen Yichen asked Huang Xiyi to go in and wait for him first. He found some dry firewood around, and soon, a bonfire appeared in the cave.

Shen Yichen ignored Huang Xiyi and took out the wine from the storage bag and drank it. He was too cold! A pair of shorts and a waistcoat were all torn, and his muscles were faintly visible.

"Do you want a drink?"

Shen Yichen asked politely.

"No!"

Huang Xiyi took out a storage bag and took out a green pill with a fragrant aroma. She put it in her mouth and was about to put it away. After thinking for a while, she took out another one and handed it to Shen Yichen, saying:

"This is the holy medicine of the Qingwei Xuannv Sect - the Wei Lu Li Xiang Dan. If you take it and practice Qigong, it will help you recover!"

Shen Yichen took it, but didn't eat it. Instead, he continued drinking, thinking:

"It would be nice if there was some barbecue! She has such a beautiful mouth!"

It turned out that Shen Yichen accidentally saw Huang Xiyi lifting up the white veil to eat the pill.

Huang Xiyi didn't care whether Shen Yichen ate or not. She started to practice her internal energy. Her hands flashed with light, and her whole body was shrouded in a thin layer of light.

While drinking, Shen Yichen secretly looked at Huang Xiyi in the firelight. Her face was covered with a white veil, and her skin was white and delicate, with a few strands of black hair floating by her ears. He thought of the rosy earlobes by the river and how comfortable they felt to touch. He lowered his head to glance at his right hand holding the wine jug, and quickly moved the jug to his left hand. He looked at his right hand and made a grasping gesture.

I thought to myself: "It feels so good to scratch her! I still don't know her name after all this time!"

He looked up at Huang Xiyi again.

"I wish I could touch it again someday!"

A face full of satisfaction.

After finishing a pot of wine, he put the Wei Lu Li Xiang Dan into his mouth, sat cross-legged and practiced the Xuan Xu Chen Xiao Jue, with his whole body shrouded in dark green light.

After Shen Yichen had practiced for two weeks, he felt that his body had almost recovered, so he stopped practicing and thought:

"This pill is so powerful. It's almost healed such a serious injury! Do you want to ask her for a few pills?"

Shen Yichen had no idea that this was the holy medicine of the Qingwei Xuannv sect. Huang Xiyi was the saint, so she only brought three pills. Giving him one was already a token of gratitude for him saving her.

Seeing that Huang Xiyi was still practicing her internal energy, Shen Yichen drank two more pots of wine, his little face slightly red, and fell asleep beside the campfire!

Huang Xiyi's cultivation level was close to that of the fairyland, so the same elixir had the same potency, though of course it would take her a little longer. When she woke up and was finishing her work, she bumped into someone next to her and looked down.

Shen Yichen actually fell asleep beside her thighs, with his face facing her butt. I don’t know what Shen Yichen was dreaming about, but he was licking it with his tongue!

"satyr!"

Huang Xiyi slapped Shen Yichen in the face.

The result is:

Shen Yichen sat up in confusion. After listening to Huang Xiyi's words,

"Oh my god! I really didn't mean it. I was sleeping!"

Neither of them wanted to sleep, so they decided to sit until dawn. Fortunately, there was already a faint light in the sky!