Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

Snow is falling in Yingzhou, a slight breeze is blowing, old friends appear in my dreams, and my thoughts of them are silent.

On the second floor of the temple, Shen Yichen entered a mysterious space. This idiot was not spinning around or complaining about the world. He was sleeping!

Yes, don't be surprised, Shen Yichen is really sleeping, but this is not voluntary. The strong sleepiness comes from his sea of ​​consciousness, from Youyou and Sister Qing.

As for why, Shen Yichen certainly didn't know, because he had fallen asleep, and he was dreaming. It didn't seem appropriate to say it was a dream, because there was a past and an unknown future.

Drunk downstairs, a glimpse of the saint, the fairy figure entered my heart;

In Fuchen Temple, we met in front of the Buddha, and the inexplicable fate brought us to the storm;

In Lingxu Mountain, walking together on the snowy ridge, the love gradually becomes happy and confused;

In the Soul Devouring Cave, due to some strange circumstances, the first love in the world comes;

Xiangyun Villa, love and hate are hard to determine, but the clouds and rain of Wushan give rise to love;

The vast sea and desert are like strangers, and love is hidden silently!

This is all the past between Shen Yichen and Saint Huang Xiyi. It was really too short! But Shen Yichen's love for Huang Xiyi was more than just affection. He also had an unforgettable love!

Perhaps it is because that is the first spring of the beauty of love in the world. Of course, there is also regret buried deep in the heart. The reason is very simple. It may be the first spring and the last spring!

But Shen Yichen will never forget that intoxicating face, that charming voice, and that stunning beauty!

Shen Yichen's dream was not only short and simple, but also a repetitive dream, a black jade coffin, a familiar and unforgettable face, and a heartfelt cry of surprise!

"Xiyi, no, don't open the Xuanyu Coffin, it's very dangerous there!"

It's a pity that Shen Yichen only has the Six-Line Dislocation Heavenly Body. He can dream about the future but cannot change it because he is not in Qingwei Mountain. He did not use his life and death calamity to change the disaster of the person he deeply loves.

It's really sad! Knowing everything but not being able to change anything.

Jianying's wind and snow had already risen, the wind in Zhongzhou had never stopped, and the wind from the Ji family still blew to Qingwei Mountain.

The people of Qingwei Mountain only knew that the wind started from the Ji family's imperial city, but they didn't know where exactly. Various signs indicated that the wind started from the Ji family's ancestral hall, but that was only the place where the wind appeared.

Where is Fengqizhi Qingping? No one knows, not even Ji Qingyun. Why does the Ji family insist on marrying the saint of the Xuannv Sect of Qingwei Mountain? He can't figure it out!

Zhongzhou, the Ji family’s imperial city, the Moon-Watching Tower, and the Moon-Viewing Platform.

A man with a white veil on his face stood with his hands behind his back, looking in the direction where the Qingwei Xuannv Sect was located. Next to him stood a man, a man whose face could not be seen because he was wearing a mask. The mask was a bit strange, half black and half white, with a Tai Chi pattern in the middle of the forehead.

This man was thin and had white hair. He held a staff in his hand with a lifelike dragon-shaped head. The staff was golden in color.

In the clouds of the distant mountains, a figure left the Ji family’s imperial city.

The masked man in white gauze said softly:

"This Grand Elder of the Ji Family Ancestral Hall is really hard to figure out! How come his heart has never changed in the past thousand years? What is it about the Qingwei Xuannu Sect that makes him so persistent?"

The old man wearing a half-black and half-white Tai Chi mask did not respond.

"I'm really curious, what will happen if the Saint of Qingwei Xuannv Sect marries into the Ji family?"

The old man wearing the half-black and half-white Tai Chi mask still did not respond.

"Xuan Nu is ruthless but still has love, but can ruthless love be the same as affectionate love? Which one is the Supreme Elder praying for?"

The masked man in white veil seemed to be waiting for a response from the person behind him.

"Isn't the one in Lingshuang Valley the Saint of Love? The Grand Elder doesn't seem satisfied!"

The old man wearing a half-black and half-white Tai Chi mask responded. He looked at the man next to him, his eyes revealing confusion and admiration!

"Is a saint who has been expelled still a saint? Is a saint who has fallen in love still a saint? The Supreme Elder asked you for a divination in the past!"

The old man wearing a half-black and half-white Tai Chi mask laughed when he heard this. That laugh was really a bit awkward. He said softly:

"Just ask me directly if you want to ask me anything. Why did you insist on asking me to come here? This moon-watching platform is shrouded in clouds and mist. It's really not suitable for someone like me who predicts fate. I seek clarity and brightness in my life, but the clouds and mist here will blind my eyes!"

This time, it was the turn of the masked man in white veil to remain silent. He seemed to be waiting for an answer.

"The Saintess of this generation of the Xuannv Sect of Mount Qingwei is not destined to forget love, to break off love, to be ruthless, nor to be affectionate, but to be heartless! The kind of heartless that kills the heavens and the earth, the kind that cuts off the firewood and stops the fire!"

The masked man in white veil still didn't speak. He was waiting. He was waiting for the answer he wanted!

"Ah, Ji Xuanyan, ah Ji Xuanyan, you have been making wedding dresses for others all your life!"

The man wearing the half-black and half-white Tai Chi mask sighed and said softly:

"The young master's marriage had nothing to do with me. The Grand Elder only asked me to calculate the fate of Saint Huang Xiyi, but not the young master's fate. I really don't know!"

"You can't calculate it, right? Qingfeng is here, you just deal with it!"

After the masked man in white veil finished speaking, he disappeared into the clouds.

The man wearing the half-black and half-white Tai Chi mask must be very shocked, because the staff in his hand is shaking and the mask on his face is shaking!

Soon, another person came to the Moon-Viewing Platform. It was Ji Qingfeng, the head of the Ji family.

Ji Qingfeng was slightly stunned when he saw the person wearing a mask! He felt that there was someone on the moon viewing platform, but Ji Qingfeng really didn't expect it to be this person!

"Master Shen Yixuan, why would you come to the small Moon Viewing Platform when you are not at the Xuan Ce Cloud Platform observing the heaven and earth? And it's daytime now!"

The man wearing the half-black and half-white Tai Chi mask turned around, bowed slightly, and said softly:

"Xuan Yi, the head of Xuan Ce Ling Ling, greets the head of the family!"

It is generally acknowledged that Ji Qingfeng is the head of the family, and everyone has the most basic respect for him.

"This moon viewing platform can only see the Ji family's imperial city. Did Master Shen Yixuan gain anything?"

Ji Qingfeng was not only a little surprised, but also felt a little angry deep in his heart!

The reason is very simple. Ji Qingfeng had planned to reject Ji Yinan's marriage with the Holy Maiden of Qingwei Xuannv Sect through the mouth of Master Shen Yi Xuan, but Master Shen Yi Xuan refused with a very strange reason.

"Motherless Young Master needs love!"

Ji Qingfeng smashed the teacup right in front of Master Shen Yixuan, but it seemed that he could do nothing except getting angry!

But later Ji Qingfeng figured it out. Maybe what Master Shen Yixuan said made sense. However, ever since he knew under the Emperor Tree that "a younger brother is not as good as an elder brother", Ji Qingfeng had an inexplicable worry about this marriage.

Because Ji Qingyun chose the Youzhou Murong clan arbitrarily and rejected the Qingwei Xuannv sect.

"It has been more than ten years since I took office as the head of the Ji family. On this moon-viewing platform, I still only see the Ji family. What a pity that your father's hard work has gone to waste!"

After Xuan Ce Linglingshou finished speaking, he flew directly into the sea of ​​clouds.

Ji Qingfeng was a little stunned, and his heart was in turmoil, because those were what his father said to him, how could Master Shen Yi Xuan know that?

However, Ji Qingfeng quickly regained his composure, because it was not the Ji family's imperial city that he came to the viewing platform to see. What he saw had changed, but outsiders did not know it!

Ji Qingfeng came to the Moon Viewing Platform this time for the matter of Qingwei Xuannv Sect. He couldn't understand why the Supreme Elder actually went to Qingwei Xuannv Sect in person. Then, after Ji Yinan returned to Zhongzhou, it would be difficult to change the matter of marrying the Saint Huang Xiyi!

Actually, Ji Qingfeng wanted to go to Lingshuang Valley, but when he passed by here, he noticed that there were people on the Moon-Viewing Platform, so he walked up.

Ji Qingfeng stood on the moon-viewing platform, looking at the rolling clouds for a long, long time. No one knew what he was thinking. Perhaps no one even knew he was here!

In Lingshuang Valley, the old withered persimmon tree sways gently in the wind, its leaves lush and green!

The smoke is curling and the wooden fish is making sounds.

Ji Qingfeng didn't come, but that divine master Yi Xuan did.

Master Shen Yi Xuan stood under the red persimmon tree, looking at the temple and listening to the Buddhist chants.

"Master Yi Xuan, you have come to visit us. Please forgive me for not being able to leave the nunnery to greet you!"

Master Shen Yixuan wanted to take a step forward, but the sound of the wooden fish in the nunnery suddenly changed. The sound of the wooden fish spread to the top of the red persimmon tree. Countless green leaves fell and landed right at the feet of Master Shen Yixuan. Three words appeared:

Please stop!

Master Shen Yixuan lowered his raised foot back down and asked softly:

"Has the Xuanyu Coffin of the founder of the Qingwei Xuannu Sect never been opened in the past thousand years?"

"I am just a wisp of smoke in the sound of wooden fish, I don't know the worldly affairs!"

Master Shen Yi Xuan raised his foot again, but he was reluctant to take a step. After a long time, he fell back!

"For the Qingwei Xuannu Sect, the Mysterious Jade Coffin is a disaster and a catastrophe!"

Under the red persimmon tree, in the nunnery, there was only the sound of wooden fish, and outside the nunnery, there were only three words: Please stop.

Unfortunately, these three words are not in front of the black jade coffin of the founder of the Qingwei Xuannv Sect.