Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

What is hidden deep in people's hearts and is the hardest to forget? Only two things: love and hatred!

Although Zhixiang Pavilion in Xuankong Mountain has disappeared, Ji Qingli still can't forget it. Just like the disappeared Ouyang Zhiqing, how could Ji Qingli forget her?

On the top of the nameless hill, the phantom man Ji Qingli originally came to see Zhixiang Pavilion, but he saw Shen Yichen daring to enter the Sword Pool Valley of Xuankong Mountain alone. He was curious and excited.

The wood used in Zhixiang Pavilion is crabapple wood, which is the same crabapple wood at the entrance of the valley where Shen Yichen is.

From today on, Zhixiang Pavilion will never exist again, because all the crabapples in the valley disappeared in this battle!

"Five Elements Sword Qi, Five Elements Formation!"

Shen Yichen leaned on the stone cliff beside the valley entrance, looking at the destroyed valley and the five people lying in the valley, with a bitter smile on his face!

In the sea of ​​knowledge,

"Chichen, come on, Sister Qing is finally going to take the initiative!"

Shen Yichen sat cross-legged, he wanted to recover.

Shen Yichen was very brave, but luckyly, no one came to disturb him while he was practicing his skills. When he opened his eyes, he felt someone approaching, so he flew up and continued to move upwards.

Deep down, Shen Yichen was looking forward to Sister Qing's meanness, not in words, but in physical ways.

Shen Yichen soon arrived outside a long pavilion. He looked at the person in the pavilion and hesitated for a moment. He knew that this person should be waiting for him!

Shen Yichen shook his head and walked towards the long pavilion. He came here to explore the Hanging Mountain and there was no way to hide!

People in the pavilion were drinking, and there were six jars of wine on the stone table in the pavilion. Hanging above each jar was a sword, which had strange shapes, but it was obvious that they were not ordinary items!

The drinker was an old man in his fifties, unkempt and sloppy, with six obvious sword marks on his arms.

What surprised Shen Yichen was that this man's hands were actually tied with iron shackles, his face was ordinary, and his beard was a bit long!

Shen Yichen walked into the pavilion, sat directly at the stone table, picked up a jar of wine and started drinking!

"Dong dong dong..."

Shen Yichen actually drank half a jar of wine in one breath!

"Good wine!"

"Hey, that's interesting. I can't remember how many years it has been since someone broke into the Hanging Mountain from the bottom of the mountain. The strong ones flew directly to the outside of the Sword Pond Valley, and the weak ones didn't dare to walk into the Hanging Mountain. Young man, what do you think of this?"

The old man in iron shackles was drinking the wine in his hand. The wine on the table was prepared for Shen Yichen.

“Senior, I am one of those people who has half a jar of wine, shaking up and down!”

"No, no, I should say that I have never seen anyone who broke through the Hanging Mountain from the bottom to the top in my life! And according to the records of the Ouyang family, it seems that there is only one person who broke through from the bottom to the top, a lone figure standing alone in the void of the Sword Pond Valley!"

Shen Yichen was drinking again. This time he finished a jar of wine, and the floating sword fell into the jar. It was a wooden sword, a pine sword, but Shen Yichen could see how sharp the blade was and it might be difficult to resist!

Shen Yichen picked up the second jar of wine and said softly:

"Senior, you are trying to stop me, right?"

"Me? I'm the gatekeeper of Hanging Mountain. This is the sixth gate. It's actually useless. You're the first person I've seen!"

Shen Yichen was stunned when he heard this, and asked softly:

"Senior, didn't you say that someone went straight to Jianchi Valley? You don't care?"

"Of course it's not my responsibility. I'm the gatekeeper of Xuankong Mountain, not the one responsible for Jianchi Valley!"

Shen Yichen didn't understand and could only drink. First, to give himself courage, second, to recover, and third, the wine was really delicious!

The wine in this jar was filled with the fragrance of Chinese toon wood, and Shen Yichen drank another half jar!

"Good wine!"

Shen Yichen really couldn't help but admire it!

"I have been in Xuankong Mountain for decades and have painstakingly brewed six kinds of wine. The first person I met turned out to be a wine lover. Young man, we are destined to meet!"

"Senior, what's your name?"

Shen Yichen's temperament was just like that of a human being, because he did not sense any murderous intent, or rather, the person who could brew such fine wine would not kill him!

"Ouyang Hanjiang! Little brother, what's your name?"

"Shen Yichen!"

Shen Yichen was drinking again. This jar of wine was brewed from the tender buds of the toon tree in early spring. The aroma was mellow but not strong.

"Good wine!"

"You're from the Shen family of the Xiangnan Ancient Miao Territory? You don't look like one!"

Shen Yichen was stunned when he heard this and put down the second jar of wine. The floating sword also fell into the jar of wine. It was also a wooden sword, a sword made of toon wood.

"Senior, do you know Shen Surong?"

"I don't know. I haven't left Xuankong Mountain for sixty years!"

Shen Yichen picked up the third jar of wine. The sword on this jar of wine was a bit strange, as if it was made of countless petals.

"Senior, what are you doing here?"

"Guard the pass, brew wine, sharpen the sword!"

"Senior, what does guarding the pass mean? Is there anything to be protected here?"

Shen Yichen was drinking his third jar of wine.

Ouyang Hanjiang was stunned for a moment, and said softly:

"You really stumped me. I don't know either! You are the second person to complete the entire Hanging Mountain!"

Shen Yichen drank half of the jar of wine, put it on the table, and looked at Ouyang Hanjiang with a puzzled look. He didn't know what to ask, so he could only raise the jar of wine again and prepare to drink!

Shen Yichen suddenly turned around and asked:

"Senior, who is the first person?"

"Ji Xuanfeng from the Ji family in Zhongzhou happened five hundred years ago. I only heard about it!"

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

Shen Yichen stood up, holding onto the pillar of the pavilion, and kept coughing. He was choking!

Shen Yichen couldn't understand why he heard Ji Xuanfeng everywhere!

After a long time, Shen Yichen, blushing, asked:

"Senior, isn't Ji Xuanfeng very powerful? He should go straight into Jianchi Valley!"

"I really don't know. For hundreds of years, the gatekeepers of Xuankong Mountain have always been there, but each generation is weaker than the last. They have gathered all the powerful people in Jianchi Valley. As for why I didn't go there! I guess they have forgotten my existence. No, maybe they don't dare to mess with me!"

Shen Yichen felt something was wrong!

In the sea of ​​knowledge,

"Sister Qing, what's going on? Why don't you explain everything to me?"

"This guy is so talkative! You're just fighting to guard the gate, and you're drinking and chatting. It's not professional at all!"

Sister Qing is a little depressed!

"Chichen, Sister Qing wants to meet someone to inquire about something, but that person may not be alive!"

Shen Yichen frowned and asked softly:

"Sister Yan told you, right?"

"Ok!"

Shen Yichen sat down to drink again, and sighed in his sea of ​​consciousness:

"Sister Qing, Sister Qing, aren't you afraid that Sister Yan will trick us again?"

"Chi Chen, even though she tricked me, I still admit it. I must find Fuxu Temple and the sword of the demon clan!"

Shen Yichen stopped asking and just let Sister Qing do as she pleased. He knew that Sister Qing would not let him break into the Sword Pool Valley of Xuankong Mountain for no reason!

Shen Yichen finished the third jar of wine, and the floating sword also fell into the jar.

Shen Yichen was a little drunk. Looking at the remaining three jars of wine and three swords, he asked softly:

"Senior, if I don't drink, do I have to take the sword?"

"Of course, if you can drink the wine I brew, you will be qualified to pass the test. But if you can't drink it, you can't pass this test. With your skills, you can't block my sword!"

Shen Yichen was delighted when he heard that. He wouldn’t be drunk!

Shen Yichen quickly drank up the remaining three jars of wine, leaned on the table, pointed at Ouyang Hanjiang and said:

"Senior, I, we are close friends. From now on, I will drink all the wine you brew! It's really good wine!"

Shen Yichen couldn't even speak clearly!

Ouyang Hanjiang looked at Shen Yichen in shock, and at the same time looked at the six empty wine jars, and exclaimed:

"You, are you a human? That's six jars of wine!"

Shen Yichen staggered up the mountain, waved his hand and said:

"Senior, I've passed the test. See you again if we're lucky!"

Ouyang Hanjiang looked at the receding figure, shook his head, and whispered to himself:

"Hey, my Liuhe Hechun sword can't be sharpened anymore, but I'm convinced that I've drunk all the Liuhe Hechun wine!"

On top of the nameless hill, the shadowy figure Ji Qingli looked at the disappearing Begonia Valley. He felt a little lost and sighed softly:

“Is it really true that people cannot go back to the past?”

"Amitabha, the past is the cause, and it falls with the mind. The fall of the mind is the result, so why should we create the cause of the past?"

To the top of the nameless hill, another person came, an old monk with a kind face, who was the old monk in front of the Medicine Buddha in the Tongzi Temple.

Didn't the white-headed dwarf say that he was a person who had lost all six senses? He could actually speak!

Ji Qingli flew back, his vital energy surging around him. He looked at the kind-looking monk with his eyes closed with a vigilant look, and said in a cold voice:

"who are you?"

Ji Qingli was really shocked. With his level of cultivation, he didn't even know the old monk was approaching!

Moreover, at this time Ji Qingli still could not detect the old monk's cultivation level, which showed that the old monk was definitely not simple!

"Amitabha, the donor wants to go into the past, but I just came from the past!"

Ji Qingli wanted to ask something else, but suddenly, he turned his head, looked into the distance, and flew away!

Ji Qingli felt that someone was heading towards Xuankong Mountain, and he guessed it might be Ouyang Zhengxiong.

Ji Qingli didn't want to reveal his whereabouts at this time, and of course he didn't want to fight with the old monk at this time, and there was no need to do so. However, he was very confused in his heart, wondering which force this monk belonged to!

After Ji Qingli left, the old monk opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Xuankong Mountain.

After a long time, the old monk murmured to himself:

"The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop. Five hundred years have passed and someone has ventured into the Hanging Mountain again. What is his purpose this time?"

After the old monk finished speaking, he took one lotus step at a time and walked towards the Hanging Mountain in the air, and then walked into the pavilion where Shen Yichen had left not long ago.

Ouyang Hanjiang was still in a daze in the pavilion! He was a man who walked into the past but could not get out.

The old monk walked into the pavilion and said only one sentence:

"The calamity of Hanging Mountain is coming, and I need your help!"

Ouyang Hanjiang's true energy was also surging throughout his body. He looked at the person in front of him in shock and said in a startled voice:

"who are you?"

The old monk turned his finger into a sword and cut off the iron shackles on Ouyang Hanjiang's hands with one sword.

Ouyang Hanjiang exclaimed:

"Nourish your Qi with a sword!"