Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

What is destiny? One is destiny, the other is fate.

What Xiao Yingxu of Daoyuan Sect seeks is a destiny that brings vitality, because the destruction of Daoyuan is already destined.

Why is this so?

It was because Daoyuan Sect received favor from the Ji family a thousand years ago. In other words, Daoyuan Sect should not have existed a thousand years ago, but the Ji family saved Daoyuan Sect.

Several decades ago, when the Blood Shadow Clan was exterminated, the Ji family asked the Daoyuan Sect for a life. The Daoyuan Sect did not agree at that time, but after the Xuantian Pavilion came into being, the Daoyuan Sect had to repay the favor. That was the beginning of the Daoyuan Catastrophe, or a sign!

The true inheritance of Daoyuan Sect comes from Xuantian Pavilion, but he was a rebel a thousand years ago. He cannot be called a traitor, he just stood by and watched!

What about the Cang Yun Sect? What is the secret of the Cang Yun Sect that Han Ningshuang mentioned?

That is, the Cangyun Sect was also passed down from the Xuantian Pavilion. The first leader of the Cangyun Sect was the Pavilion Guardian of the Xuantian Pavilion, who was also the Pavilion Guardian mentioned by the old man in his seventies who was leaning on a dragon crutch from the Ji family.

The guardians of the pavilion, like the Daoyuan Sect, did not return to support Xuantian Pavilion a thousand years ago.

This secret of the Cangyun Sect was lost in the long river of time. No one knew it. No! There was one person who knew it, and that was Sima Lifeng and Bai Huaifeng's master, but he disappeared in Yanquan.

Precisely because of this, a thousand years ago, the Eight Sects of Xuantian did not wipe out the Daoyuan Sect and the Cangyun Sect. This was due to the help of the Ji family and the fact that the Eight Sects of Xuantian were a little powerless at the time.

Why do we say that the world's turmoil started from Yingzhou a thousand years later? It is because after a thousand years, Xuantian Pavilion actually appeared, and the various sects in Yingzhou have a thousand connections with Xuantian Pavilion, so the Eight Sects of Xuantian are worried!

What about the Ji family? They were also worried. Of course, the Ji family also wanted to know what happened to the fall of Xuantian Pavilion a thousand years ago. Xuantian Pavilion survived for a thousand years under the noses of the Eight Xuantian Sects, and it actually appeared in the world? What was hidden behind this? This was what the Ji family wanted to know urgently.

You know, for thousands of years, the Ji family has never found Xuantian Pavilion. How can this not make people shocked?

As for why Han Ningshuang knew the secret of Cangyun Sect, perhaps only Sima Lifeng, the man who loved her deeply, could ask it, but the answer seemed destined to be sad!

Just as Shen Yichen entered Jianchi Valley, Sima Lifeng, A'mei, Banmian Ling'er, and the coachman Lao Cang walked into the east gate of Jianying Holy City.

A carriage drove into the south gate of Jianying Holy City, and the three saints who were looking for disciples also arrived. These three people were in a heavy mood along the way. The reason was very simple: the Ji family's attitude towards Jianying was destruction!

The old man from the Ji family who was over 70 years old and was leaning on a dragon crutch in the middle of the tea house actually warned the three saints that they could only watch the sword welcoming event from the sidelines!

On this day, the elusive Han Ningshuang also entered the Jianying Holy City. Li Hongxu with a crooked mouth and the person who protected him secretly also came, and the visitors from Yanquan also arrived.

It was a bit of a pity that they all missed the Yaoyu Pavilion auction. What was even more regrettable was that it was the last auction of Yaoyu Pavilion in Jianying City.

The sword greeted the storm again, and this time it was the Ouyang family who stood on the peak of the waves.

Xiao Yingxu had just finished telling the fortune for the bad chess player when more than twenty Sword Pond elders flew down from all four sides of the Sword Pond Valley in Xuankong Mountain at the same time, with the long swords in their hands piercing the cliffs around the Sword Pond Valley.

In an instant, sword energy burst out from all around Jianchi Valley, covering the entire Jianchi Valley in an arc shape. More than 20 Jianchi elders stood with their backs to each other, looking around vigilantly, guarding the Jianchi Valley.

At the entrance of Jianchi Valley, two people flew down, one was Ouyang Hanjiang, a man in iron shackles, and the other was Yanxue, Yanxue hidden in a veil.

Shangguan Rumeng was horrified and said in a startled voice:

"Aren't there only ten Sword Pond Elders in the Sword Pond Valley of the Ouyang Family? How come so many Sword Pond Elders appeared at the same time?"

The bad chess player looked at the activated sword formation in the Sword Pond Valley and whispered to himself:

"Ouyang Zhengxiong played a great game!"

Xiao Yingxu smiled and said:

"That's good, that's good. After all, it's Yingzhou's calamity. Why should Daoyuan Sect be the only one to bear it? If we have to die, let's all die together!"

The bad chess player was amused by Xiao Yingxu!

"You're right. The fish will die if the net is broken. Only when the net is broken can the fish survive. But it's so unfair to the dead fish!"

Xiao Yingxu looked at the thick clouds on the top of the mountain, and after a long time, he sighed:

"Don't you find it pathetic? The thousand-year heritage of the various sects in Yingzhou has finally become a fish in someone else's net!"

The lousy chess player looked at the people around him who had not entered the Sword Pond Valley and said calmly:

"No matter how dense the net is, there will always be fish that slip through. Didn't your master let you out of the mountain just to let you be the fish that slip through the net? Why do you choose to swim into the net?"

Xiao Yingxu was startled when he heard this. He had never thought of this before. He frowned and after thinking for a long time, he said to himself:

"Master, do you also want me to forget Daoyuan Sect, enter the martial arts world, and become the one who escapes the net and helps them with their misery?"

"Hey, while the fish in the fight are dying, the fish that slipped through the net are helping each other. The Ji family must have a master!"

The bad chess player flew away. He didn't care about the people from Cang Yun Sect in Jianchi Valley at all. That was their own choice, and he might no longer have a chance to find the choice of Cang Yun Sect!

Xiao Yingxu also left. He was thinking about a question, that is, Guanxing Mountain could not be a fish that slipped through the net? There were only two people on Guanxing Mountain, so wouldn't that mean they slipped through the net? How could they save Daoyuan Sect?

Maybe his master really just wanted him to survive by relying on the people of Stargazing Mountain!

Oh, this is really a bit difficult for a nine-year-old child.

Yuan Hui also followed Xiao Yingxu and Shangguan Rumeng. This time, Xiao Yingxu did not refuse. Their fate is the same!

As they walked down the Hanging Mountain, Xiao Yingxu asked Shangguan Rumeng a question:

"Why haven't the Shangguan family shown up yet?"

Shangguan Rumeng did not answer because she didn't know either.

Outside Jianchi Valley, Gongsun Qingyu did not leave. She thought for a long time and she wanted to meet Yanxue, who was wearing a blood-red gown and a veil hat.

As for the safety of Shen Yichen, I'm afraid it's more likely to be dangerous than safe. Obviously, all this was a trap set by the Ouyang family, a trap to kill him. However, Gongsun Qingyu didn't feel any pain in her heart. She really didn't care about Shen Yichen's life or death!

Gongsun Qingyu flew and landed at the entrance of Jianchi Valley. The shackled men Ouyang Hanjiang and Yanxue were both motionless, as if they didn't see Gongsun Qingyu at all.

"Senior, I have an unwelcome request. Can I see your face?"

Gongsun Qingyu thought of many opening remarks, but finally chose the most direct one, which at least would not cause unnecessary misunderstandings and made it clear that she was not coming for Jianchi Valley.

But Nightmare Blood didn't react at all.

Gongsun Qingyu asked politely twice again, and Nightmare Blood was like a stone statue. Except for the clothes moving in the wind, there was no other change.

Gongsun Qingyu frowned. She was ready to use force and circulate her true energy, but was stopped by someone.

"Girl, you are too impatient! There is still a long way to go, cough cough cough..."

Outside Jianchi Valley, a man flew down and stopped Gongsun Qingyu who was about to practice martial arts. It was Gongsun Qingyu's sickly uncle in Yu Mufan. He was still wearing a loose black robe, had a thin face, and a black and white beard.

Gongsun Qingyu was stunned and very surprised. Why would her uncle come here on his own initiative? It was obvious that he didn't come here for her.

"Uncle, why are you here?"

The sick old man probably couldn't speak and kept coughing.

Outside the Sword Pond Valley, the iron-shackled man Ouyang Hanjiang bowed to Gongsun Qingyu's great-uncle.

"Junior Ouyang Hanjiang greets senior!"

"Give Ouyang Qingfang a message. I want to see her!"

Ouyang Hanjiang and Gongsun Qingyu were both stunned when they heard this.

After Ouyang Hanjiang pondered for a moment, he bowed and said:

"Senior, you can go to Jianying Tower!"

Gongsun Qingyu's great uncle turned around and walked out while coughing, and Gongsun Qingyu of course followed behind him.

Not long after walking, Gongsun Qingyu's great uncle turned his head and looked at a middle-aged couple outside Jianchi Valley. He stopped and did not speak or move. He just watched quietly.

Gongsun Qingyu also turned her head to look at the two people. She seemed to have seen them somewhere. Gongsun Qingyu pondered for a moment and she remembered that this couple had appeared in the vast desert.

“Ahem…you’re still alive!”

That middle-aged couple was the one who was looking for their son in the Jiuyin Yunluo Pavilion.

"You have a long life. You came to Jianchi Valley to collect herbs to heal your wounds, right?"

"You don't show your true face to others, are you afraid that we will gang up on you and kill you? After not seeing you for a hundred years, you actually feel afraid. Wonderful, wonderful, cough cough cough..."

Gongsun Qingyu didn't expect that her uncle came for the medicine in Jianchi Valley. She had never heard of it.

"You look for your medicine, and we do our business. It's best if we don't interfere with each other!"

The woman's voice was cold and contained a warning.

Gongsun Qingyu's great uncle stopped talking and kept coughing. He also walked out of Xuankong Mountain without agreeing or refusing.

Gongsun Qingyu wanted to ask but couldn't get a word in. Her great-uncle kept coughing, so she could only say helplessly:

"Uncle, what kind of herbs do you want to collect? Tell me and I'll help you. It's too dangerous for you to be like this!"

"Are you sure? Don't regret it, cough cough cough..."

Gongsun Qingyu had no idea what her uncle meant, but his condition was getting worse.

"Uncle, just tell me, I'll help you pick herbs!"

"Nine-turn Golden Soul Grass, at the bottom of the Sword Pond Valley, cough cough cough..."

After Gongsun Qingyu's great uncle finished speaking, he flew away, without even giving Gongsun Qingyu a chance to refuse.

Gongsun Qingyu stood there in a daze for a long time before muttering to himself:

"Are you kidding me?"

Gongsun Qingyu stood on the way down the mountain, motionless. Finally, she turned around and walked towards Jianchi Valley. It was definitely impossible to collect herbs today, but she had to know what the situation was at the bottom of Jianchi Valley, which meant she had to wait for Shen Yichen to come out.

Outside Jianchi Valley, the middle-aged couple did not leave.

The red-dressed Qiongyu and the green-dressed Muying did not leave because the middle-aged man had been playing the piano and never stopped.

Gongsun Qingyu found a huge rock and leaned against it to wait for Shen Yichen. He had to put the matter of the nightmare blood aside for the time being.

The middle-aged man's piano playing finally ended. He looked at Jian Chigu with deep eyes and said softly:

"I guess I didn't see it wrong just now. How can there be people in this world who look so alike?"

"The vast sea of ​​desert, the vast sea of ​​sand, the wind blowing the sand moves the old man's face, the evening shadow, is it true?"

"Ren Yan, Yan Yi remains the same!"