Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

The snow on the pine trees has half fallen in the cold winter wind, but the vitality of the rotten wood is intoxicating.

There is a long pavilion on the ancient road, and the pavilion is beside the ancient road. The cold wind blows the snow down, and the falling snow blows the cold wind.

"Three, three, three of you, look, look at the rotten wood growing in spring but snow falling, this is a sign that the way of heaven has changed. From what I see on your faces, it's better not to go to Jianying City!"

Outside the long pavilion, next to the dead tree, the wind blew the snow down, but a new green tree grew. The fortune teller Lao Cang had a serious face, sighing, and seemed to be regretting.

In the long pavilion, a half-faced girl was looking far away towards the east. On that half-face, there was a smile, expectation, and happiness. It was Ling'er who had entered Yingzhou. There were two people beside her, one was the drunkard Sima Lifeng, and the other was of course A'mei!

Sima Lifeng was drinking and regretting because he didn't have the courage to cross the river. Just like he hadn't been able to become a saint for decades, it was difficult to become a saint with a sword! It seemed even more difficult to find love with wine!

Ah Mei was looking at the fortune teller Lao Cang. She observed and felt confused all the way. This was a master because he knew those twelve words:

"Love is fate, fate belongs to the heart, if the heart has no fate, then fate ends with love!"

But Ah Mei didn't know this man, and Lao Cang was still insisting on following them, saying it was fate! But the fate he talked about was very far-fetched - they were all new to Yingzhou, and they were all soaked by this drunkard's sword!

Speaking of being drenched, I have to mention that Sima Lifeng has been like a drenched chicken for three days and three nights in a row. It was because A-mei splashed water on him.

On the bank of Hanyin River, A-mei went berserk the moment she saw Sima Lifeng. If Ling'er hadn't stopped her, she would have sunk Sima Lifeng into the Hanyin River. He could escape the death penalty, but he couldn't escape the punishment of life! Sima Lifeng was soaked in the cold wind for three days in a row.

A-mei's reason was also far-fetched - to let Sima Lifeng sober up, but Sima Lifeng never stopped drinking.

Sima Lifeng was sitting outside the carriage, the fortune teller Lao Cang was driving the carriage, A-mei and Ling'er were sitting inside the carriage missing the person in their hearts, the four of them were heading towards Jianying City together, and were now resting in a pavilion by the roadside.

A-mei walked out of the pavilion and came to the fortune teller Lao Cang and said softly:

"Lao Cang, isn't it a good thing that the heavens have changed? The three of us are all miserable people, isn't it a good thing that the heavens have changed?"

"Hmph, miserable people? There will always be people in this world who are more miserable and have more difficult lives. This rotten tree has been dead for a hundred years, isn't it miserable? Now that it has survived a hundred years of loneliness and is reborn, it turns out to be ice and snow when it encounters water, and winter when there is wind. It is the wrong time for fate, and the miserable life will be entangled with misfortune in the end!"

The fortune teller Lao Cang stopped stuttering, turned his head and looked at A Mei, Ling Er and Sima Li Feng in the pavilion, and said softly:

"What is the difference between your fate and this dead tree in winter? Isn't the deepest hope in your heart the new green full of vitality? I'm afraid you are unlucky! Otherwise, you should go back to Yanquan!"

A-mei doesn't believe in fate, but...

Hey! First, this person is not simple, and second, she is really worried and confused. She really misses Shen Yichen, and the regret and love in her heart can't wait.

"Sister, don't listen to his nonsense. If he had calculated accurately, he wouldn't be so poor!"

After Banmian Ling'er finished speaking, she muttered to herself in her heart:

"If he had calculated accurately, the Ming Demon Sect wouldn't be in the current state!"

Ling'er knew this person. It cannot be said that she knew him, but she had seen him before. This was the man who lived in a cemetery in the back mountain of Mingmo Sect. The first time they met, this Lao Cang was sitting on top of the grave, looking at her with pity, and there seemed to be expectation in that look, just like now, the fortune teller Lao Cang still looked at her with expectation in his eyes, but Ling'er didn't know what that meant.

Ling'er felt that this person should be sent by her father to protect her, so she did not refuse to go with him, nor did she feel afraid of danger. Of course, Ling'er didn't know that Lao Cang's status was higher than her father's. No, it's not a higher status, but a higher seniority, much higher!

Ah Mei didn't believe in fate. She gathered the energy in her hands and slapped the snow on the top of the tree. The snow scattered. She turned around and looked at the fortune teller Lao Cang, smiling and saying:

"Isn't there no bad luck now?"

The fortune teller Lao Cang shook his head and walked towards the carriage.

"I've said what I need to say. Please get in the carriage! Why didn't I realize that driving a carriage is more interesting than fortune-telling? It's so cool to watch the horse's butt swaying!"

Inside the pavilion, Sima Lifeng spat out a mouthful of wine. He felt sick, really sick, because when the horse's butt was shaking, it was shitting!

Sima Lifeng certainly knew that this person was no ordinary person, also because of those twelve words, but this person's taste was too high!

The three of them got on the carriage together. After A-mei got on the carriage, she couldn't help but look back at the new green under the dead tree, and her expression changed drastically!

"and many more!"

A'mei ran to the dead tree quickly. The new green was dead, crushed to death. It was the dead branch that crushed it. A'mei removed the snow, but the dead branch was also affected. The wind blew the dead branch down and hit the new green.

A-mei turned her head to look at the carriage. She did not see the fortune teller Lao Cang take action. No, now it should be called the coachman Lao Cang.

A-mei walked back to the carriage with a serious face, muttering to herself:

"Is this fate? Do poor people really have to be plagued by bad luck?"

A-mei got on the carriage, but it was Sima Lifeng's seat. Sima Lifeng sat on the roof, drinking wine, feeling the cold wind, and looking in the direction of Yanquan.

"Ningshuang, this time the sword is coming to the city, the holy sword is coming to the world, I want to sense the breath of the holy sword, and use the sword to become a saint. I want to go to Yanquan to find you. This time, I will not regret it! I will not let you down again!"

A-mei felt a little sick when she saw the horse's butt shaking back and forth, but the driver, Lao Cang, closed his eyes and looked very happy.

"I want to know, does the fate of that new green plant refer to me or the two of them?"

The coachman Lao Cang said softly:

"You should ask where that damn wind is blowing!"

Ah Mei was shocked when she heard this. After thinking for a long time, she said softly:

"If anything happens in Jianying City, please take Ling'er back to Yanquan!"

Ling'er lifted the curtain at this time!

"You must bring my sister back too. If you fail to do so, you will die in Jianying City!"

The coachman Lao Cang suddenly opened his eyes, turned to look at the two girls, and said in surprise:

"I'm just a coachman, what are you doing? This is my first time driving a coach, how come you're still my senior? Take a look at the horse's butt when you have time, there may be some secrets here!"

As a result, A-mei stopped the carriage again. She actually walked to the back of the carriage, picked up the steaming horse manure, and flew to the dead tree outside the pavilion.

A-mei placed the hot horse manure around the new green plant and covered it completely with soil.

A-mei was crying, she hoped that the new green would come back to life next spring.

This is Ah Mei's true heart! She has never been able to break free from the shackles of fate in her life, so she really believes in destiny!

Sima Lifeng sat in the carriage, looking at A Mei's sad face, and whispered to himself:

"Why is it that people's fate is always not going as they wish? Is this the will of heaven? Is it really impossible for human hearts and heaven's way to seek unity?"

The coachman, Lao Cang, looked at the horse's butt and said:

"Sima Lifeng, I have heard your name in Yanquan for decades. Everyone says that you are trapped by love. Today I know that you are trapped not only by love, but also by the way of heaven. Perhaps when you break through the barrier of love, you will enter the way of heaven with the sword. Alas! The life and death of Cangyun Sect may depend on your thoughts! For decades, you have been intoxicated by love and obsessed with the way of heaven. It is really difficult for you!"

Sima Lifeng was shocked when he heard this. After a long time, he actually asked a question that had no context!

"Senior, do you know my master?"

"He once asked me for a divination, and he only asked me when I would forget about love!"

The coachman Lao Cang drove on the road again because A-mei came back. A-mei leaned against the carriage without saying a word, closing her eyes and looking concentrated.

Sima Lifeng drank his wine and poured it down. A'mei cooperated very well and washed her hands, but she did not open her eyes!

"I guess Senior doesn't know the answer yet?"

The coachman Lao Cang did not respond to Sima Lifeng, but he secretly said to himself in his heart:

"The answer may be in Jianying City, but you may never forget the love in your heart for the rest of your life, but will that love remain the same?"

The coachman Lao Cang didn't say anything, but A Mei did:

"Your master went to Yanquan for you. He went to find the God and Demon Sect!"

Sima Lifeng frowned, and after a long while he said softly:

"My master went to find the swordsmanship to defeat Ji Xuanfeng. How could it be for me?"

A-mei said calmly:

"Then you have to ask him. I saw him twice in Yanquan a long time ago. He was looking for the God and Demon Sect!"

Ah Mei opened her eyes and looked at the coachman, Lao Cang, and brought up the old story again:

"If the way of heaven really changes during this trip, promise me that you will bring Ling'er back to Yanquan!"

"I'm sorry, the way of heaven has changed. I can't promise you that, because I can't tell whether the new green can survive this cold winter!"

"Sister, come in. Fortune tellers always talk nonsense. So what if he died? Didn't Brother Chen come back to life?"

Banmian Ling'er's unintentional words shocked the three of them!

A-mei walked into the carriage and whispered:

"Yes, it doesn't matter if the poor man dies, but Ling'er, you can't die!"

Sima Lifeng murmured to himself:

"Is it really true that love must lead to death and life to rebirth? Isn't the way of heaven too cruel?"

Where is the coachman Lao Cang?

"Gee, gee! The shaking of this horse's butt is really exciting. Next time I go back to Yanquan, I want to raise a horse. This is the way of heaven, with tension and relaxation, tightness and looseness!"

"roll!"

The three of them roared, and the carriage entered Ganqing City, the Ganqing City where Sima Li's customs were mixed up!

Sima Lifeng is back again, but things are wrong, will love come back?