Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

After the light rain, the cold wind clears, the grass burns, the flowers fall, and the moon is bright.

To the north of the Ji family's imperial city in Zhongzhou, there is a mountain named Qianzong Mountain. Qianzong Mountain has two peaks, one is named Zongmo Peak and the other is named Qianheng Peak. Many people live between the two peaks, and of course they are members of the Ji family.

There is a mountain and water mansion in Qianzong Mountain. Its name is very strange, called Laiqu Kongyan. It is located in the middle of the two peaks. The owner here is an important person. He is the previous head of the Ji family, Ji Qingyun. This is where Ji Qingyun grew up. He lived here before he became the head of the family.

When Ji Qingyun was still the young master of the Ji family, his personality was as strange as the name of this mansion.

He was originally a cultivator, but he indulged in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, was obsessed with mechanical arts, and even studied divination. These were considered unorthodox in the eyes of cultivators, but Ji Qingyun was very obsessed with them when he was young, and thus neglected his cultivation. Of course, this was only how outsiders saw Ji Qingyun.

Laiqu Kongyan is the mansion built by Ji Qingyun himself. There is no atmosphere of cultivation here.

Small bridges and flowing water, waterside pavilions and art galleries, chess pavilions on the eaves, pavilions and rockery, it really is just like an ordinary person's home, except that it appears more elegant and leisurely.

When he was young, Ji Qingyun could be said to be the most unusual person among his peers in the Ji family. He never participated in any activities of the Ji family, especially those related to the practice of martial arts, nor did he share any affairs of the Ji family with the head of the family. Of course, he did not have any rights. He had the name of the young master but not the reality. He lived alone all day long, coming and going with empty words.

Therefore, a saying spread in the Ji family's imperial city that Laiqu Kongyan was a cage in Qianzong Mountain, trapping the young master of the Ji family and also the future of the Ji family. Those in the Ji family who supported Ji Qingyun even thought about burning Laiqu Kongyan to death.

Perhaps Ji Qingyun felt something in his heart, so he left Laiqu Kongyan alone, left the Ji family’s imperial city, and left Zhongzhou, and Laiqu Kongyan thus survived.

No one knew where Ji Qingyun went, and when he came back, he actually brought Shen Surong back. The strange thing was that since then, Ji Qingyun never returned to Qianmo Mountain, and never came back to Kongyan. Of course, Shen Yichen had never lived here when he was a child, so maybe Shen Surong didn't know this place either!

However, Laiqu Kongyan has always been there. To this day, Laiqu Kongyan has always been there. Although no one lives there, Laiqu Kongyan has always remained the same. This is because Ji Qingyun has another identity, that is, the inheritor of the Tianzong lineage of the Ji family. The Ji family members in Qianzong Mountain are exactly the Tianzong lineage of the Ji family. The Tianzong lineage does not belong to the Thirteen Feathers of the Ji family, because the Tianzong lineage is the royal family of the Ji family, and the Kunyi Pei is the inheritance of the Tianzong lineage.

A breeze blows across the fields, and the night is cold and the evening breeze is clear.

In the chess pavilion on the top of the mountain, an old man in a bright yellow brocade robe stood beside the chessboard, holding two black and white chess pieces in his hands, seemingly playing chess.

This man had a gaunt face, white hair and silver eyebrows, and looked dignified. But at this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed. After a long time,

"Hey!"

A sigh echoed in the chess pavilion.

The old man with silver eyebrows withdrew his hand, looked at the black and white pieces in his hand, then looked at the chessboard, and said to himself:

"After decades, I still can't figure out the chess game that Qingyun left for me!"

After saying that, the silver-browed old man turned around and stood at the edge of the chess pavilion, looking up at the bright moon in the sky. His expression showed loneliness, sadness, and even unwillingness!

"Zhiyao, has the matter of Yingzhou come to any conclusion?"

A man flashed out from outside the chess pavilion, knelt on one knee, and responded respectfully:

"My Lord, Murong Yanbo and Murong Ruoxi are both missing, the whereabouts of Kun Yi Pei is unknown, and there is no news from Youzhou!"

"Trash, a bunch of trash!"

The person outside the chess pavilion did not look up, but beads of sweat quietly fell from his forehead.

"Hey, I didn't agree to give the Kunyi Pei to the Youzhou Murong family back then, but Qingyun insisted on doing it his own way!"

After the silver-browed old man finished speaking, he let out a long sigh. It was unclear whether it was because he was sad, or because he was too old and had been standing for too long!

"My Lord, there is a piece of news circulating in the Imperial City!"

"Say!"

The person outside the chess pavilion hesitated for a moment, then spoke!

"Qingyun's son is now in Yingzhou!"

The old man with silver eyebrows was shocked when he heard this, turned around and looked at the person kneeling, and said in a cold voice:

"Where did the news come from?"

"My Lord, no, I don't know! It seems to have spread all over the Imperial City overnight!"

The old man with silver eyebrows frowned!

"Send a message to Yingzhou, find out who this boy is, and get down!"

The kneeling man seemed to want to say something else and opened his mouth several times, but still said nothing and flew away.

The old man with silver eyebrows looked at the chess piece in his hand in the moonlight and muttered to himself:

"Qingyun's son is still alive, is it possible? It's been thirteen years and there's been no news about Qingyun!"

The long pavilion is deserted, with a solitary figure standing alone. An old man with silver eyebrows is fiddling with two black and white chess pieces in his hands, and it is unknown what he is thinking about.

"Yin Ye came to visit, hiding and not revealing, what is the meaning?"

The old man with silver eyebrows still looked at the white moon without moving, but he put away the chess piece in his hand.

In the gallery under the chess pavilion rockery, a masked woman with a black veil appeared out of nowhere and looked at the old man with silver eyebrows from afar. Unfortunately, the old man with silver eyebrows seemed very arrogant and did not even turn around to look at the woman.

The masked woman in black veil laughed tenderly and said:

"Ji Xuanying, hundreds of years have passed, and your arrogant character hasn't changed at all!"

The silver-browed old man in the chess pavilion was shocked when he heard this. He hadn't heard this name for many years. No, it should be hundreds of years. No one has called him by his name directly!

The silver-browed old man Ji Xuanying finally turned his head and looked at the people in the gallery under the rockery.

She was wearing a black flowing skirt and a black veil on her face, but her exposed eyes were charming and attractive. Under the moonlight and in the shadows of the corridor, she gave people a weird feeling!

Ji Xuanying frowned and recalled quickly. He should not know this woman, but she not only called out his name, but also described his personality!

"Who are you and why are you trespassing in Qianzong Mountain?"

The masked woman in black veil smiled tenderly:

"Since I can come here, I am not trespassing. I think no one in the world dares to enter Qianzong Mountain without permission, of course, Ji Xuanfeng may be an exception!"

When hearing the name Ji Xuanfeng, the expression of the silver-browed old man Ji Xuanying changed obviously. Although it was only a flash, the masked woman in black veil still caught it!

"Oh, look at my mouth. I really can't speak. It's been five hundred years, and I'm still touching your scar. I'm sorry!"

This time, the silver-browed old man Ji Xuanying did not change at all, not even a little bit, but asked again coldly:

"Who are you? Why did you trespass into Qianzong Mountain?"

The meaning of Ji Xuanying's words was very clear. No matter how the masked woman in black veil got in, in his eyes she was a trespasser, because he had the final say in Qianzong Mountain!

The black-haired masked woman put away her charm and frivolity, because she knew Ji Xuanying very well. Ji Xuanying would not ask the question for the third time. Next time, he would not speak, but take action!

"I am your friend. To be more precise, we have a common enemy and we can become friends in the future!"

After saying that, the masked woman in black veil threw out something, which landed right at the feet of the silver-browed old man Ji Xuanying. It was a token that could allow one to enter and exit Qianzong Mountain.

"Friends? Humph, you think too highly of yourself!"

After the silver-browed old man Ji Xuanying finished speaking, a dark yellow light flashed in his hand and hit the token on the ground, which turned into dust in an instant. Obviously, a token was not enough! Although the token was very high-level and noble.

"Ji Xuanying, don't go too far. Do you think that just because Ji Xuanfeng is gone, you can look down on all the Ji family members? You don't deserve it!"

The masked woman in black veil was enraged. She hated the feeling of being ignored!

"Go away. No matter what your purpose is today, I won't kill you. I don't want to destroy any grass or tree here!"

After the silver-browed old man Ji Xuanying finished speaking, he turned around and looked at his chess game. He was being particularly gracious tonight!

"Ji Xuanying, next time even if you invite me, I won't come, Qianzongshan, bah! I'm here to tell you something!"

After the black-veiled masked woman finished speaking, she turned and left, but she did leave a message:

"In the heart of heaven and earth, both black and white can win. The Ji family has abandoned their son. Black and white are unpredictable. They can be killed but not saved!"

In the chess pavilion, the silver-browed old man Ji Xuanying looked at the chessboard for a long time. When the bright moonlight entered the chess pavilion, Ji Xuanying's hand was at the center of the world on the chessboard, and two chess pieces, one black and one white, overlapped under his fingers.

"Oh my god, it turns out that the beginning of the breakthrough is so simple, Qingyun, I am not as good as you! But you acted on your own once in the matter of Kunyi Pei, and this time it's my turn to act on my own. Your son is in Yingzhou, but he is not a discarded pawn of the Ji family. He is probably a chess piece placed by the Ji family. Both black and white can be used!"

The silver-browed old man Ji Xuanying slowly walked out of the chess pavilion and left.

"Zhi Yao, inform Mo Qu to rush to Yingzhou and protect Qingyun's son. This child must not die!"

Coming and going are empty words, nothing at all!