Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

The snow falls heavily and the years pass slowly.

Two sisters walked out of the Manghuang Zixia Sect. The enchanting beauty Yang Jiarui was trapped by the love of others, while the sweet and simple Lu Jiayao was trapped by her own obsession, or to be more precise, trapped by her own dream.

Lu Jiayao did not enter the underground dark city either. She kept scolding Jiu Xiaoyao as an old pervert. She never expected that her master was the real old pervert!

Meng Yimeng, the leader of the Yanmeng Sect, actually took Lv Jiayao to visit all the brothels and dance halls in Jianying Holy City with only one purpose:

How does Lu Jiayao look most beautiful in clothes? Actually, it’s the most sexy!

At first, of course Lu Jiayao refused, but Meng Yimeng used dreams to seduce her, which were of course erotic dreams. This was what Meng Yimeng called training. He wanted to arouse all the woman's desires in Lu Jiayao's heart.

Of course, this is also the reason why Jiu Xiaoyao and Jian Bujian rejected Meng Yimeng. It's really perverted!

Lu Jiayao, what a lovely and pure girl. In just a few days, her charm surpassed Yang Jiarui. And it was the charm of a pure girl. There was a hint of purity in her charm. Ordinary men really couldn't control themselves!

It's a pity that the charming and pure girl Lu Jiayao did not go to find a man, but went to sleep instead. It was not because she was tired, but because she was practicing the "Great Dream Sutra". The Sutra she was practicing was the "Great Dream Sutra" in Meng Yimeng's hand, and Meng Yimeng was her protector.

When Lv Jiayao came to Jianying, she slept all the way and Ning Menghuan was worried all the way. This time, Lv Jiayao slept for a long time again and Meng Yimeng was a little panicked. Meng Yimeng couldn't even enter Lv Jiayao's dream, but all he could do was protect her.

Meng Yimeng was both worried and expectant. After so many years, someone in the thousand-year-old Yanmeng Sect was finally going to solve the mystery of the "Great Dream Sutra".

The "Great Dream Sutra" was brought into Lu Jiayao's dream on the day when snow was falling all over Jianying City.

Meng Yimeng watched as the pages of the "Great Dream Sutra" in Lu Jiayao's hand were turning one by one, and the words disappeared one by one. His body was shaking with excitement.

Suddenly, Meng Yimeng turned around and looked out the window, saying coldly:

"Who?"

"A half-volume of poetry and books opens the gate to heaven, a mountain of books and a sea of ​​blood are far away from the mundane world. The Great Dream Sutra really shouldn't be allowed into the mortal world!"

Two people appeared in the falling snow. They were the old fortune-teller and Shen Jinfei. They appeared out of thin air because the area around them was filled with a dream array set up by Meng Yimeng.

Meng Yimeng walked to the door and said coldly:

"Why are you here? I heard that your cultivation has been completely dissipated. What kind of trick is this?"

Meng Yimeng was shocked and worried at the same time.

"A friend is here, won't you invite me in to sit down?"

"Friends? Humph, how could a friend sneak into the Yanmeng Sect? We are just passing travelers!"

Meng Yimeng's words were not kind, and instead of inviting anyone, he was on guard.

Meng Yimeng is a person who practices the art of illusion and dream. Not being able to see through a person means danger. Ever since he met the old fortune-teller, he has been on guard against this person because he cannot see through him!

Shen Jinfei was very confused at this time. She had no idea how the two of them got here. They were just walking on the snowy street, but suddenly they appeared in this courtyard.

Shen Jinfei was very sure that there was no fluctuation in the true energy in her body.

"Grandpa, what's going on?"

"Jinfei, I want to go into the house and see that little girl. Can you help me create this opportunity?"

It's not that the old fortune-teller didn't want to play along, but Lu Jiayao didn't have much time left for him. Of course, he knew Meng Yimeng's vigilance against him, otherwise he wouldn't have sneaked into Yanmeng Sect that year. Unfortunately, he was discovered!

Not only Shen Jinfei was confused by the fortune-teller's words, but Meng Yimeng also didn't understand.

"Are you trying to force your way in? Don't you even bother pretending to be so elegant and sage?"

Meng Yimeng was practicing her skills, and he didn't want to cause any trouble.

"Jin Fei, you should be able to use your sword now. Grandpa only needs to take a look!"

Shen Jinfei opened the long box behind him and said softly:

"Grandpa, do you really want to force your way in? If they won't let you see me, then don't!"

"Silly girl, your sword can no longer be hidden. Your Master Shen will need your help soon!"

The old fortune teller turned around and looked at Shen Jinfei with a smile, and continued:

"Don't worry, no one will be hurt. We are in his dream. You can use your sword energy to help me break the dream!"

Shen Jinfei looked around, everything was normal, she really couldn't tell!

"Little girl, you must be on guard against others. What you see may not always be the truth!"

Meng Yimeng said some nonsense, but he really couldn't figure out how the little girl next to the fortune-teller could break his natal dream? Obviously, the fortune-teller himself couldn't get in.

"Grandpa, let me try, I can't hold on for too long!"

Of course, Shen Jinfei would rather listen to the words of the old fortune teller.

Shen Jinfei's body was filled with green light, his expression changed slightly, and he drew the long sword behind him, pointing it at the sky.

In an instant, a vortex appeared in the void above his head, and a dark and strange aura spread around.

Meng Yimeng's expression changed in shock because his dream was being devoured.

Shen Jinfei also saw the real dream. Countless courtyards covered with falling snow were like paintings, burning and disappearing one by one in her sword energy. She was really walking through one dream after another.

Under Shen Jinfei's shocked gaze, the old fortune teller walked into the house and passed by Meng Yimeng. Strangely, Meng Yimeng did not stop him.

Shen Jinfei didn't hold on for long. With her level of cultivation, she really couldn't control the Soul-Devouring Sword in her hand.

"Grandpa, I can't hold on any longer!"

After Shen Jinfei finished speaking, she retracted her sword, knelt on one knee, leaned on the sword, panted, and her face was as pale as snow!

Shen Jinfei raised her head with difficulty, her expression slightly stunned. The old fortune-teller had returned to her side without her knowing when, as if he had never left. There was not even a footprint in the snow around her.

The old fortune teller turned around and helped Shen Jinfei up, saying with a smile:

"Thank you, Jin Fei. Please put away your sword! It's really hard for you to draw your sword!"

Shen Jinfei put the Soul-Eating Sword into the long box behind her in a daze.

"you……"

With a "puff", Meng Yimeng at the door spat out a mouthful of blood. He leaned against the door and did not fall down, but he was obviously seriously injured.

Shen Jinfei was stunned and exclaimed:

"Grandpa, he, he was injured by my sword energy?"

The old fortune teller looked at Meng Yimeng quietly with a complicated expression, but Meng Yimeng looked at him with eyes full of resentment and vigilance.

After a long time, the fortune-teller sighed and said:

"What a shame for your talent and perseverance! The mountains of books and the sea of ​​blood are not what you see. Your whole life has been a dream!"

Meng Yimeng's expression changed with shock when she heard this. She raised her finger and pointed at the fortune-teller, saying angrily:

"You, how did you know?"

"Back then, when I entered the Yanmeng Sect, I saw the long corridor in the mountain of books and the sea of ​​blood. The little girl in the room should have walked into the corridor, right?"

Meng Yimeng actually laughed when she heard this!

"What do you think? Do you want to go to the Mountain of Books and the Sea of ​​Blood again?"

The old fortune teller shook his head and whispered:

"Did you know..."

The fortune-teller didn't finish his words, and turned to look at the wall on the right, where two people, a man and a woman, had fallen.

"It's you!"

There was surprise and unexpectedness in the fortune-teller's tone.

The old fortune teller's gaze was focused on the woman, he was reminiscing!

"Senior, how are you?"

The man was very polite. He took the woman's hand and flew into the yard.

The woman scoffed rudely:

"What a crap senior! He's a chicken-stealing, dog-thief!"

"Hahaha... what the little girl said is true. He is just a petty thief!"

Meng Yimeng didn't know the two people who fell into the courtyard, but he was really shocked in his heart, because the dream array near him had been restored. These two people most likely walked in from the gap when the dream was destroyed, but they were able to walk here, so these two people were not simple.

The old fortune teller pondered for a long time, then smiled faintly. He remembered!

"The Tianshui Heroine actually came to this remote Jianying City. I'm sorry for not welcoming you!"

The ones who came into the courtyard were the Tianshui heroine Jiang Mengyin and Bai Yi Huanmeng.

"Who do you think you are? Do I need you to greet me when I come to Jianying City? Besides, do we know each other well?"

Bai Yi Huan Meng was of course very surprised. He didn't know why Jiang Mengyin was hostile to the old fortune-teller, so he chose to wait and see.

The fortune-teller didn't care, but responded with a smile:

"Your appearance hasn't changed, though a little more mature. Your temperament hasn't changed, but you've become more outspoken. I just didn't expect you to end up with the Ji family!"

"Tsk, what's it to you? If you dare to hit me again, my grandfather will kill you!"

Jiang Mengyin secretly glanced at Bai Yi Huanmeng, she was a little shy.

"Jiang Boyun has also come to Jianying City?"

The old fortune-teller looked around pretentiously, then pulled Shen Jinfei out of the yard.

"Hey, why are you leaving?"

Jiang Mengyin waved her hand. Not only did she not expect the fortune-teller to leave suddenly, but Bai Yi Huanmeng and Meng Yimeng also did not expect it.

Shen Jinfei followed the fortune-teller and asked doubtfully:

"Grandpa, what are we doing here?"

"I happened to be passing by and wanted to see the fate of the thousand-year-old Yanmeng Sect!"

"Grandpa, did you see it?"

"See? The thousand-year dream is all in vain. In this world, only your Master Shen's dream is real. All other dreams are false!"

"Grandpa, when will you take me to see Master Shen?"

"Meeting is fate, separation is also fate, we will meet again if fate allows!"

……

In the small courtyard covered with falling snow, the conversation between the grandfather and grandson could no longer be heard.

Bai Yi Huan Meng and Jiang Meng Yin looked back at Meng Yi Meng. It was obvious that this was a senior from the Yan Meng Sect. They just happened to pass by. Bai Yi Huan Meng felt the fluctuations of the illusion and walked into the illusion array set up by Meng Yi Meng.

Shen Jinfei didn't know that her sword strike just now didn't cause any disturbance outside. She just broke through all of Meng Yimeng's dreams.

In other words, she fought a battle with Meng Yimeng, or to be more precise, Meng Yimeng fought a battle with the Soul-Eating Sword.

"Senior, sorry to bother you!"

Bai Yi Huan Meng bowed and pulled Jiang Mengyin away.

"Who is he?"

"I do not recognize!"

"So what do you mean by calling me senior and paying me respects?"

"I guess he should be the leader of the Yanmeng Sect, otherwise the old fortune teller wouldn't be so polite!"

"Are you being polite? After being beaten like that, are all members of the Ji family so polite?"

"Ouch, ouch, stop pulling my ears!"

"I'm just being polite to you. From now on, stop calling the old fortune teller the master. Call him a thief. Remember that?"

"Remember, remember, let go!"

"If you don't let go, how can I know if it's your ear that's being pulled? Let me see your face!"

……

In the snowy courtyard, Meng Yimeng finally could not hear any sound. His nervous heart relaxed and he slumped down at the door.

After a long pause, Meng Yimeng looked at the vast snow and sighed softly:

"Could my dream really be false? But what I saw was the Great Dream Sutra. Isn't the Great Dream Sutra the key to unlocking the mystery of the Mountain of Books and the Sea of ​​Blood?"

Meng Yi's dream was unclear. Of course, he had seen the corridor mentioned by the fortune-teller, and he walked to the end. There was a cave with three words engraved on the entrance of the cave:

Great Dream Sutra!

This is what Meng Yimeng saw in his dream, but he was sure it was real.

The strange fate that Meng Yimeng was looking for in the Yanmeng Sect was actually to find someone who could enter the Great Dream Sutra Cave. He had spent his entire life wandering outside the cave. Now that his life was almost over, he had finally found someone who could open the Great Dream Sutra Cave.

Meng Yimeng turned to look at Lu Jiayao on the bed and sighed softly:

"Disciple, you won't let Master down, will you? I don't have much time left to accompany you!"

There was a lot more blood on the snow at the door!