Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

?Changting City View?

As dusk fell, the north wind blew cold, and we finally reached the Holy City;

Deep affection is hidden, heart waves are surging, who will appreciate the beauty?

The afterglow of setting sun reflects the sunset glow, life is like a dream and my heart is confused.

Murong Ruoxi finally arrived at Jianying Holy City!

The setting sun shines late and the wind blows cold in the pavilion.

"Ouch, ouch, little girl, your master can't take it anymore. Riding a horse hurts my butt so much! Ouch!"

Outside the west gate of Jianying Holy City, there is a hill not far from the holy city. On the hill, next to the official road, there is a long pavilion. This is a welcoming pavilion and also a farewell pavilion, because standing in the pavilion, you can have a panoramic view of the majestic Jianying Holy City!

Murong Ruoxi had a dusty look on her face, her lips were cracked in several places, her clothes and hair were stained with a layer of dust. At this moment, she was quietly looking at Jianying Holy City, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised and her eyes smiling. She didn't listen to what the Painting Saint said at all!

The picture of the saint is more miserable. This should be his first time riding a horse, because he can't even remember when was the last time he rode a horse. Anyway, it should be before he became a saint. How can he look like a saint at all at this moment?

He held on to the pillars of the pavilion with both hands, legs apart, buttocks sticking out, letting the cold wind blow through him. He was in real pain!

After Murong Ruoxi and the Painting Saint left Furong Town, they did not stop for a single step and ate and drank everything on horseback.

"You little bitch, you should plan ahead in the future. If I had known this, I would have driven the carriage faster. It's more comfortable to ride in a carriage!"

After the Painting Saint finished speaking, he reached out and tugged at the pants that were sticking to his buttocks. The cold wind blew past him, and although it hurt, it was very comfortable!

"Master, this is very strange. When I was far away from Jianying Holy City, people were chasing me all the way. But now, I am rushing all the way to Jianying Holy City. How come there is suddenly no one chasing me?"

Murong Ruoxi looked at the Jianying Holy City right in front of her, but she was no longer anxious. Rather, she actually felt a little worried.

"You little bastard, aren't you determined to become a wine immortal? Why are you still thinking about these messed up things? Tsk tsk, Master didn't teach you to be sentimental. You, don't you feel pain?"

Murong Ruoxi was startled when she heard this and turned to look at the Painting Saint.

With a "puchi" sound, Murong Ruoxi really couldn't help but burst out laughing!

"Master, are you really that serious?"

"You are still laughing. I have accepted such an unreliable apprentice like you. I have not suffered such hardship for many years. I am old, and I am tortured by you like this. Oh, I can't do it anymore. I can't walk a step. You little girl, we are here now. Let's change a carriage to go into the city!"

Murong Ruoxi stood up and said with a smile:

"Master, I don't have money to buy a carriage. How about you lend me some?"

"You, you! Then you lead the horse!"

The Painting Saint flew over and lay on the horse's back. He really couldn't sit any longer.

Murong Ruoxi looked at the Painting Saint lying on the horse's back with his butt facing the sky. She really couldn't help but burst out laughing!

"Master, let's stay here for one night and then go to the Sword-Welcoming Holy City tomorrow!"

Murong Ruoxi decided not to enter Jianying Holy City tonight. The reason was very simple. She didn't want Shen Yichen to see her looking so exhausted and tired!

"Silly girl, don't be in a hurry to enter the city this time. Sword Welcoming Holy City is so big, do you think we are so lucky? You will run into your idiot as soon as you enter Sword Welcoming Holy City? Stop daydreaming!"

The Painting Saint revealed Murong Ruoxi's little thoughts, but he was worried about another person, that is Ji Xuanyan in black. If they stayed here for one night, it might happen that several of them would enter the Sword Ying Holy City together tomorrow. He thought it was better to stagger their departure!

"Master, I am the immortal of wine. I want to drink. I will stay outside the Holy City tonight. I know what you are worried about. It doesn't matter. Since we have met, whether it is fate or disaster, we must face it!"

Murong Ruoxi still led the horse and walked south. She saw an inn in the distance. She and her master were not in good condition. She thought it would be better to adjust herself before entering the Holy City.

Also, Murong Ruoxi really needs to adjust her mindset, and also think about what kind of mentality she should have when meeting the fool. She is here to say goodbye, not to be with him forever. She is exhausted and very excited inside, so how can she say goodbye?

Murong Ruoxi was afraid that she herself would not be able to let go!

Perhaps all women who are in love are like this. Even when saying goodbye, they want to show their best side to the one they love.

Shuilongju is a very ordinary inn. There are three small attics in a small courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard there is a dragon-bone waterwheel, a circular pool and a rockery in the pool.

Under the action of the keel waterwheel, the water in the pool flows to the top of the rockery, then slowly flows down and returns to the pool, forming a small waterfall that never dries up.

Murong Ruoxi helped the Painting Saint off the horse. She felt a little sorry in her heart and said softly:

"Master, I'm sorry. I will definitely respect you well in the future!"

"Come on, if you can inherit my painting skills, I won't regret any hardship I endure!"

The painting saint was speaking from his heart. Murong Ruoxi had inherited his skills, but her painting skills had not improved at all.

The painting saint was really anxious!

Murong Ruoxi laughed again. She really couldn't help herself. She walked inside and said:

"Master, I will definitely draw you pulling your pants in the pavilion!"

Upon hearing this, the Painting Saint staggered and almost fell!

"Ouch, ouch!"

"Hahaha... Master, how can you look like a saint at all?"

In Shuilongju, after Murong Ruoxi and the Painting Saint walked into the attic, they saw two people standing by the window frame in a guest room in another attic.

"Ruolin, that girl is Murong Ruoxi, right?"

Mu Ruolin frowned slightly, and looked quietly at the attic where Murong Ruoxi was through the crack in the window.

Mu Ruolin probably hadn't seen Murong Ruoxi for three years, but he still recognized her. Her beautiful face and graceful figure seemed to have reached a new level. However, her dusty appearance surprised Mu Ruolin!

"Murong Ruoxi has changed. She is no longer the young lady of the Youzhou Murong family who has never been involved in any public activities!"

There was a hint of something strange in Jingyun's eyes, and she said softly:

“She’s become even more beautiful!”

Mu Ruolin pondered for a long time and responded:

"Yes, but is it a blessing or a curse for a woman to be too beautiful? Who knows?"

Jingyun smiled slightly, turned around, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Mu Ruolin.

"Ruolin, are you still going to say hello to her? Or are you avoiding her?"

Mu Ruolin looked at Jingyun and said softly:

"Jingyun, let's go back to Youzhou to settle the affairs and grudges. It's not appropriate for the two of us to show up in public!"

Jingyun sighed inwardly when she heard this, then smiled bitterly and said softly:

"Ruolin, don't worry. For your safety, I won't take action against her. Besides, my skills may not be enough to kill her!"

Mu Ruolin smiled and hugged Jingyun in his arms, took a sip of tea, looked at the blushing and beautiful face, and directly fed Jingyun a sip of tea.

The teacup fell to the ground, and the two people hugged each other tightly, seeming very excited!

That night was as cool as water.

Murong Ruoxi soaked in the bathtub, closed her eyes and rested, she was really tired.

Things in this world are really wonderful!

After rushing all the way and arriving outside Jianying Holy City, Murong Ruoxi's heart was in turmoil. She felt indescribably upset, and it was an upset that came from the bottom of her heart.

It can’t be explained, it can’t be understood, there is only wine, only drunkenness, only sleep. Everyone who has been in love knows that the best way at this time is to dream, use dreams as your horse, and your heart will be far away from the world.

Murong Ruoxi fell into a deep sleep in the bathtub. She was really dreaming. She dreamed of returning to Youzhou, the place where she grew up.

Ziyun Divine Pavilion, this is Murong Ruoxi’s own villa.

In the hazy night, there stood a man in the Ziyun Divine Pavilion of Youzhou, a man holding a long sword.

The thick clouds obscured the moon, so the person's face could not be seen clearly, but the figure and clothes should be that of a woman. The woman looked at the dark night, feeling the fluctuations of true energy in the wind.

There seemed to be countless shouts in the cold wind, and in the distant night sky, flashes of shocking light and sounds of explosions appeared from time to time.

The waning moon emerged from the thick clouds, and countless dark shadows fell outside the Ziyun Divine Pavilion. A man walked into the courtyard of the Ziyun Divine Pavilion.

Under the faint moonlight, this man was dressed in purple and jade green clothes, wearing a purple and jade green official hat, with white beard and eyebrows, and it seemed that his eyes were not open. This man was Murong Youting, the great elder of the Murong family in Youzhou!

Murong Youting bowed and said calmly:

"Murong Youting, meet the Madam!"

Inside the Ziyun Divine Pavilion, one still couldn't see what the woman holding the sword looked like. A layer of veil fell silently. It should be that the people in the pavilion didn't want to see people from outside.

"Madam? Humph, the Great Elder must have called me the wrong name. The Youzhou Murong clan is about to change its master, so how can I be called a madam?"

Murong Youting stood up, bowed again, and said softly:

"Madam, you are a sensible person. You can leave Youzhou at any time. If you don't want to leave Youzhou, please don't leave Ziyun Divine Pavilion!"

"Great Elder, does this count as putting me under house arrest? Murong Rongqing doesn't even have the courage to kill me, so why would the Great Elder choose him? I really have doubts in my heart, are you willing to help me clear them up?"

Murong Youting turned and left, leaving only one sentence:

"Madam, for the sake of the young lady and yourself, please respect yourself!"

The woman in the Ziyun Divine Pavilion smiled coldly.

"Send a message for me. I'll be waiting for Xixi to come back at Ziyun Divine Pavilion!"

"If the young lady can walk out of Jianying Holy City alive, I will definitely pass on my words. If she can't come out, I will also send my wife to Jianying Holy City to collect the young lady's body!"

The Ziyun Divine Pavilion returned to peace. Murong Youting left, but the men in black did not leave.

Inside the Ziyun Divine Pavilion, the woman smiled coldly and whispered to herself:

"Who is this Youzhou incident for? Xixi, mother doesn't know what your father is planning. You and your daughter must come back alive!"

Inside the Ziyun Divine Pavilion, behind the woman, a hunchbacked old man whispered:

"Thank you ma'am!"

"You're welcome. Tell Qian'er not to forget her identity as a personal shadow guard!"

The hunchbacked old man did not respond, but walked directly to the mirror in the pavilion. A vortex appeared out of thin air and the figure disappeared.

"Hey, your thoughts are still as deep as they were back then. You set up a formation in Xixi's room, and told me before you left. How many things are you hiding from me?"

In the Ziyun Divine Pavilion, a sigh was heard, and peace returned once again.

From today on, Ziyun Divine Pavilion has become a cage, with only one person living inside, and that is Murong Ruoxi's mother. Of course, this was her mother's own will!