Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

The morning bell is melodious and refreshing, opening up the energy of heaven and earth; the evening drum sounds far away, silencing the heart of the world.

The Four Yingchengs of Jianying City do not actually refer to a city, but just four pavilions set up by the Ouyang family to welcome guests in the four directions of southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest, at the same location of Jianying Holy City.

Since Jianying City is very large and old, over time many people gathered near the four pavilions, so it was called the Four Ying Cities of East, West, South and North.

However, the long pavilions have remained the same for hundreds of years. Only when outsiders have reached the four long pavilions will they know that they are about to reach the Sword Ying Holy City!

The long pavilion on the west side of Jianying Holy City is called Xiying Pavilion.

Xiying Pavilion is located on a hill. The hill is not high, but it is quite interesting. It has three peaks. The Xiying Pavilion is on the middle peak, and there are two small pavilions on the peaks on the left and right sides. There is a bell hanging in the pavilion and a drum standing in the pavilion respectively. Their names are called Xichen Bell and Yingmu Drum.

Everyone who enters Jianying Holy City from the west usually comes here to ring the morning bell, beat the evening drum, and gaze at the majestic and distant Jianying Holy City from afar.

In the morning light, in the West Ying Pavilion, a handsome man hugged a beautiful woman from behind, and they both looked into the distance in the direction of Jianying Holy City.

In the mist, the majestic holy city can be vaguely seen.

The handsome man's face was pressed between the woman's hair, and he looked really intoxicated.

The woman in his arms was smiling happily, and the whispering in his ears was lustful! Soon the woman turned around.

In the reddish glow of the sunset, the two people kissed passionately!

The woman grabbed the man's dishonest hand, broke free from his embrace, and said with a smile:

"Brother Ye, you have to learn to control yourself and know how to care for me!"

"Sister Rui, I, I was wrong, but I just couldn't help it!"

The man and woman were none other than Shao Ye from the Gods and Demons Sect and Yang Jiarui from the Zixia Sect.

Yang Jiarui dodged and ran towards Xichen Bell!

"Brother Ye, go play your drums!"

Shao Ye looked at the charming and seductive figure, and the desire in his heart was really hard to fade away. He sighed secretly:

"Ah, no wonder Master Uncle couldn't escape from the mortal world, it's really fascinating!"

Shao Ye turned his head and looked in the direction of Jianying Holy City. His smile disappeared, his expression became very solemn, and he whispered to himself:

"Will someone from Xuantian Pavilion really show up?"

"Dangdangdang..."

The sound of the morning bell awakened Shao Ye from his deep thought.

Shao Ye turned and walked towards the Yingmu Drum. He struck the drum and laughed again. That smile was very strange!

Amid the drumbeats, Shao Ye muttered to himself:

"Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, we are meeting again. I have walked out of the intoxicating desire, and the love in my heart seems to have faded, but why didn't it disappear? I was just curious at the beginning, and never thought that I would fall in love with you!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With three consecutive sounds, the genius of gods and demons Shao Ye shattered the emotions, desires, and love in his heart, and he was about to enter the sword-facing game!

The two of them snuggled down the mountain again. The genius Shao Ye was still very considerate and obsessed! They met two people head-on. Shao Ye hugged Yang Jiarui, but he didn't seem to see them. He didn't stop and walked directly down the mountain.

"What are you looking at, little girl? Come on!"

"Master, is this the Xiying City that Ouyang Zhiqing mentioned?"

"I guess so. From this Xiying Pavilion to Jianying Holy City, all the surrounding areas are collectively called Xiying City. I haven't been here for many years!"

Murong Ruoxi and the Painting Saint also arrived at Xiying Pavilion, but Ouyang Zhiqing was not there. After passing Xijing Pass, she disappeared.

Of course Murong Ruoxi knew Yang Jiarui. They had met several times in the vast desert.

Murong Ruoxi looked at the Sword-Waiting Holy City from afar and sighed:

"Master, how do I find a fool?"

"How would I know? The portrait you draw changes every day. I don't even know what he looks like!"

The Painting Saint is in a headache. Murong Ruoxi has a talent for cultivation, but as for painting, it is really hard to describe!

"Tsk, Master, you're still blaming me? Didn't you draw the idiot the way I imagined him to look? I called him an idiot, but you can't draw him that idiotically in every picture, right?"

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The master and the disciple looked at Jianying Holy City from afar. Although they were arguing with each other, they had different thoughts in their hearts.

"Master, we have entered the Sword-Welcoming Holy City. Let's go to the brothel first. Idiot will go there every time I go to a city!"

"Let's go to Tianji Pavilion, but it's hard to find Tianji Pavilion in Jianying City!"

"First go to the brothel and then look for a place that sells alcohol. Idiots like these two!"

The painting sage only reacted at this moment and exclaimed:

"You little bitch, is this idiot a lecher? Then why are you still chasing after him?"

"Master, what's the matter? You don't have confidence in your disciple?"

"Stinky girl, I have an idea. Let's put up your portraits everywhere in Jianying Holy City, and write on the portraits: See you at Yuyao Tower!"

"Master, please use your brains. I am being hunted by people. What can you do? Do you have the confidence to deal with all those who are hunting me?"

"Silly girl, you don't understand this, right? In Jianying City, Yuyao Tower is a special place. For hundreds of years, the people of the Ouyang family have never dared to invade it. Let's hide in Yuyao Tower. If it doesn't work, Master will take you away!"

Murong Ruoxi frowned slightly, lowered her head and thought for a long time, then said softly:

"Master, is this okay? Isn't the identity of the fool exposed? Can Yuyao Tower withstand the pressure from the various factions in Yingzhou?"

"Hey, you! You are just too young. Your identities are already clear. No one dares to kill you head-on, but it's hard to say if someone attacks you from behind!"

Murong Ruoxi seemed to have figured it out and suddenly hugged the Saint of Painting!

"Master, you are more reliable than the old drunkard. Let's go to Yuyao Tower and wait for the fool!"

"Let go, let go, don't get so close to me in the future, the idiot will be jealous. That's the young master of the Ji family's imperial city, I don't want him to bear a grudge against me!"

"Master, you go beat the drum and I'll ring the bell! Tell all the sects in Yingzhou that the eldest daughter of the Youzhou Murong family has come to the Sword Welcoming Holy City, and she is the disciple of the Painting Saint!"

The morning bell and evening drum rang again, the sounds were distant and ethereal.

On the way down the mountain, the painting sage asked:

"Stinky girl, do you know those two people just now?"

"I have seen that woman in the vast desert, but I don't know that man!"

"Next time you see that man, be careful. There's something wrong with the aura in his body!"

Murong Ruoxi was stunned when she heard this, and said awkwardly:

"Master, I don't seem to remember what he looks like!"

Upon hearing this, the painting saint let out a long sigh!

"Hey, it seems that you really only have the fool in your heart. The handsomeness of that young man just now is only slightly worse than when I was young, and you actually didn't remember him!"

Murong Ruoxi turned around and looked at the Painting Saint and laughed!

"Master, with your looks, there aren't many people in this world who are more handsome than you, right?"

The painting saint staggered and almost fell!

"Little girl, do you know why I learned to paint?"

Murong Ruoxi shook her head.

"Master was a handsome man when he was young. I learned to paint in order to depict my own beauty!"

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough... Master, are you kidding me? You are like this, and you still call yourself a handsome man? Ugh!"

Murong Ruoxi was really wrong this time!

The Painting Saint was really a handsome man when he was young, a very proud handsome man, a handsome man who thought that no woman in the world was worthy of him, so he liked Ji Xuanyan, the most beautiful woman in the world!

"Ah, time makes people grow old! If we had met hundreds of years ago, you might not have liked the fool! No, no, there is something wrong with your bloodline! How come your grandmother, your mother, and you all like the Ji family? Girl, you and the young master of the Ji family are really not suitable for each other. I guess you are not destined to be together!"

Murong Ruoxi was stunned, stopped, and asked softly:

"Did my grandmother also like the Ji family? Who were they?"

"It's Ji Xuanfeng. There are so many women in the world who are obsessed with him. This is even more strange. Ji Xuanfeng is not as handsome as me! I don't understand the minds of you girls!"

Murong Ruoxi suddenly felt a little lost. Her grandmother and her mother didn't get what they wanted, so she wouldn't end up with regrets too, right?

"No, Master, I have to find the fool as soon as possible. I want to marry him first, and then deepen our relationship and get to know him slowly!"

The painting sage did not respond, but exclaimed:

"Where's my car? Where's our car?"

Murong Ruoxi raised her head and looked towards the other side of the official road. Their carriage was really gone!

"My book, that's the book written by my master, and the portrait of the idiot I drew!"

The Painting Saint was also very angry at first, but after hearing what Murong Ruoxi said, he laughed!

"You little bitch, just throw away the paintings. Didn't you say you memorized all the books?"

Murong Ruoxi was furious and said angrily:

"Master, you are right. That man is really not a good person!"

The Painting Saint nodded, and Murong Ruoxi turned around and said:

"Master, were you like this when you were young? All show and no substance?"

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

The painting saint couldn't catch his breath!

"Forget it, forget it. Master wishes you a happy relationship. You should just go and harm the Ji family!"

Murong Ruoxi guessed wrong this time. It was Yang Jiarui's idea. Shen Yichen abandoned her in the vast desert. Of course, Yang Jiarui recognized Murong Ruoxi. She was just seeking revenge!

Murong Ruoxi and the Painting Saint walked towards Jianying Holy City. Both of them were a little depressed because they had no books to read!

"when!"

"Boom!"

On the West Yingting Pavilion, the morning bells and evening drums rang again, the sounds distant and deep.