Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

You have lived a romantic and carefree life, but when you get old you feel tied down. Is this a tragedy?

Tea House, the banner is there as long as the store is there! The tables and chairs in the open-air teahouse are really new.

A skinny old man in black clothes was sitting at the tea table, looking energetic, with a cup of tea and an open book in front of him. The skinny old man was not reading the book. He was looking into the distance, at the snow-covered mountains in the distance, at the rolling clouds, with a smile in his eyes!

"This place is great. I've never seen my Yanmeng Sect outside!"

On the official road in the distance, an old man in tattered clothes staggered towards the tea house, holding a wine pot in his hand, sometimes drinking from it, sometimes taking small sips!

The thin old man must have known this person. He looked at the staggering drunk from a distance with a smile.

Not long after, the drinking old man walked to the outside of Chaxuanju. He looked at Chaxuanju, his expression was stunned for a moment, but he still walked into Chaxuanju.

"Xiaoer, go buy me ten jugs of wine and put it on his account!"

The drunk old man sat down at the tea table, reached out and picked up the book on the table, and said while reading:

"What on earth is this 'Great Dream Sutra' about? It's been hundreds of years, and you still haven't finished reading it? It seems I have to work hard to write a 'Great Drunken Sutra' so that people can read it for hundreds of years!"

The skinny old man was none other than Meng Yimeng, the leader of the Yanmeng Sect.

Meng Yimeng smiled when she heard this and whispered:

"I haven't been down the mountain for hundreds of years. How did you end up like this? Back then, you were following Ji Xuanfeng and you were full of vigor and vitality!"

"What do you think? Do you think that since I wrote The Great Drunken Sutra, I can also establish my own school? It will save your people from stealing my disciples!"

The drunk old man is none other than the sage Jiu Xiaoyao!

"Then why didn't you teach them a lesson for me? Is your apprentice pretty? Is she young? Is she feminine? Is she coquettish?"

The old drunkard spat out a mouthful of tea and muttered to himself:

"Is this tea also intoxicating? You've been the head for hundreds of years, how come you haven't changed at all?"

Meng Yimeng smiled, picked up the teacup, and responded softly:

"If you get drunk on tea, it's more addictive than alcohol!"

The old drunkard drank his tea. He looked at the "Great Dream Sutra" in his hand and asked softly:

"Why did you come down the mountain? No, no, you are not really here to steal my apprentice, are you?"

"Haha, it seems that your disciple must be a stunning beauty in the mortal world, otherwise you wouldn't be so nervous!"

The old drunkard threw the book on the table and said coldly:

"Stay away from my apprentice. She likes drinking alcohol and doesn't like tea. She is not suitable to be your apprentice. Such a pure girl should not be led astray by an old pervert like you!"

Meng Yimeng took a sip of tea and said softly:

"When you were young, you encountered so many tribulations in love. Haven't you figured it out yet? The more coquettish a woman is, the more tempted a man will be. For the sake of your apprentice's lifelong happiness, you have to let me train her for a few days, otherwise you will also fall into the tribulation of love!"

The old drunkard was not angry this time. Instead, he was in deep thought. After a long time, he muttered to himself:

"She does have a love tribulation, and what you said may be a way to save her!"

"Tell me quickly, what does your disciple look like? Is she charming? Or is she stunningly beautiful? Or is she extremely pretty?"

The old drunkard turned and looked at Meng Yimeng!

"Why did you come down the mountain? You are about to be buried, but you are still thinking about the girl. Can you have some shame? Ji Xuanfeng was right when he called you a lecher!"

Meng Yimeng didn't feel embarrassed at all, instead she sighed:

"When a man is about to die, he cannot change his mind. I have been looking at the beauties in my dreams all my life. This habit cannot be changed!"

The old drunkard was about to say something when he turned his head to look at the official road. A carriage stopped outside the teahouse and a man got out of the carriage, also an old man!

This man has white hair and a rosy face, and looks energetic. If it weren't for his white hair and long beard, he would look to be around 40 years old.

Meng Yimeng spoke first, exclaiming:

"Jian Bujian? Why did you come to Yingzhou?"

The old drunkard’s tea choked his throat again!

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."

"Little drunkard, what did Ji Xuanfeng call him back then? Why can't I remember it all of a sudden?"

The old drunkard did not respond. The teacup in his hand flew out and went straight to the white-haired and beautiful old man.

"Little drunkard, are you still not convinced?"

The white-haired and beautiful old man gently pointed his finger forward, and the teacup fell between his two fingers. He was still looking very proud, but the teacup broke and splashed water all over him!

The white-haired and beautiful old man was stunned and said softly:

"I haven't seen you improve in a hundred years, but I still call you a little drunkard. When I get old, I'll call you an old drunkard!"

As he was talking, the white-haired and beautiful old man also sat down at the tea table.

"Jian Bujian, what are you doing in Yingzhou?"

Meng Yimeng asked again!

The white-haired and beautiful old man took a sip of tea, pointed at Meng Yimeng, and said to the old drunkard:

"His name is Se, Se, Se or something. He is old now and can't remember some things clearly!"

The old drunkard looked unhappy, probably because of the call of "little drunkard"!

"Why did you come to Yingzhou when you were not at Tiange Cliff showing off your sword skills? Are you here to see the swords? How can a holy sword catch your eye?"

The white-haired and beautiful old man shook his head and whispered:

"I heard it's the Half-Emperor Sword!"

Meng Yimeng and the old drunkard were stunned when they heard this. They looked at each other. It was obvious that they didn't know!

The white-haired and beautiful old man was also stunned for a moment, and asked doubtfully:

"You, don't you know?"

The old drunkard frowned slightly!

"Who told you that? I haven't even heard of it in Yingzhou!"

"I don't know the details of the news coming out of Wulang Academy!"

The old drunkard frowned and said softly:

"So, you are here to see the sword?"

"I'm not interested in that, but my apprentice ran away. I'm worried about her safety, so I came to check on her!"

Meng Yimeng is also a wonderful person! She asked directly:

"Is your disciple a man or a woman? Is she handsome?"

"Se Yi Se, I finally remembered, you, you really haven't changed at all!"

"Jian Bujian, I've asked you twice. If you don't answer, go back to Yanquan. Yingzhou doesn't welcome you!"

Meng Yimeng placed her hand on the "Great Dream Sutra".

The white-haired and red-faced old man smiled and said:

"Yingzhou is not a big place, but for hundreds of years, it has been so hostile to outsiders like us. My disciple is a woman. She is pretty, but a little stubborn. Just like you Yingzhou people. Why did I accept her as my disciple back then?"

Meng Yimeng smiled and said in a mean way:

"When we get to Jianying City, let me train her for a few days. I promise to make her flirtatious and passionate. No, no, gentle and passionate!"

The old drunkard and the white-haired and beautiful old man looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time. They were really speechless!

The old drunkard took a sip of wine and said softly:

"The Ouyang family is going to make a splash, the Half-Emperor Sword. Hey, can the Ji family bring this sword to life?"

The old drunkard said this and shook his head!

Where is Meng Yimeng? A smile!

"Oh my, there won't be many girls in Jianying City? Yes, yes, God has been kind to me!"

The old man with white hair and beautiful face snatched the "Great Dream Sutra"!

"Back then, Ji Xuanfeng said there were beauties in this book. It's been so many years, and you still haven't seen enough?"

Meng Yimeng looked up to the south and murmured softly:

"Is there anyone in the world more beautiful than her? If I could see her naked dance in a brothel one more time before I die, I would have no regrets in my life!"

The white-haired and beautiful old man shuddered for no reason when he heard this. He put down the book in his hand and took a sip of tea. He seemed to have thought of something terrible!

"Once you enter Jianying City, both of you stay away from my apprentice!"

After the old drunkard finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards the carriage. He was a little tired and wanted to take a ride!

Meng Yimeng picked up the Great Dream Sutra, flew onto the roof of the carriage, and said with a smile:

"Both of your disciples are lacking guidance from an expert. I consider myself to be an expert. For the sake of our friendship over the years, I am willing to help you for free!"

The old man with white hair and beautiful face was about to say something when he suddenly saw a person who was also drinking tea, right in front of him. He really didn't notice it just now!

The white-haired and beautiful old man frowned, looking solemn, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he stood up and walked forward to the tea table, bowed and said:

"I am the junior Jian Bujian, nice to meet you, senior!"

In the carriage, Meng Yimeng sat up and the old drunkard lifted the curtain. Both of them were shocked and looked towards the teahouse at the same time!

Next to the tea table in front of the white-haired and beautiful Jian Bujian, there sat an old man, an old man over 70 years old, wearing a dark yellow robe, with sparse hair that was gray and white. He had his back to the old drunkard and Meng Yimeng, drinking tea gently, with a walking stick next to him.

"Is there anyone in this world who still remembers me? I remember the last time I saw you, you were only about fifteen or sixteen years old!"

"Senior, you really have a good memory. I was sixteen years old at that time!"

The words of the white-haired and beautiful Jian Bujian were not only respectful, but also shocked Meng Yimeng and the old drunkard! The two of them were also people who had seen a lot of storms, but this, this was too incredible!

The tea at Chaxuanju is really not tasty!