Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

It takes a long time to get to know someone, but it only takes a moment to feel like a stranger!

In the nameless pavilion, A'mei looked at the disappearing stranger, her pretty face full of sorrow. Of course she had heard of the murderous devil of the Ji family, and Ji Xuanfeng once said that he was Ji Xuanfeng's master.

A-mei murmured to herself in her heart:

"Could it be that he is also here to look for Ji Xuanfeng?"

Shen Jinfei looked at the old fortune teller who was looking astonished and asked softly:

"Grandpa, who is that man?"

The fortune-teller pondered for a long time before responding:

"We used to be familiar friends, but today we have become such strangers!"

The old fortune teller looked down at the chessboard. He actually lost the game, but he couldn't understand why the friend he once knew didn't make a move in the last move.

The old fortune teller muttered to himself:

"Could it be that she is reminding me that there are other murderous intentions in the Sword Welcome Game?"

The old fortune teller couldn't figure it out, because the murderous devil of the Ji family had little to do with him, and that was someone the Xuantian Sect should face.

The old fortune-teller looked up in the direction of the former site of Yuyao Tower, muttering to himself in his heart:

"If this game is yours, how can you break it?"

The fortune-teller was of course referring to Ji Xuanyan.

The old fortune-teller has always been fond of the ways of right and wrong. He also knows that there is a game of the world in Yinyanju, but he has never played against Ji Xuanyan!

It's really funny, the old fortune-teller uses the destiny to play chess in the world, and Ji Xuanyan's chess game is challenging precisely the destiny. One of them seeks reality in the illusion, while the other seeks illusion in the reality!

"Sister, are you here to see Ji Xuanfeng?"

Another person came into the pavilion and landed next to A-mei!

The man who came was a painting sage, but he was actually a little drunk! He and A-mei were also familiar friends.

Ah Mei turned to look at the drunkenly blushing painting master, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said doubtfully:

"Don't you like drinking?"

"Wine is a good thing. It can relieve sorrow and forget worries!"

After the Painting Saint finished speaking, he took another big sip!

"It's for your disciple, right? Does she feel strange to you now?"

A'mei felt that Murong Ruoxi was so strange, especially her solemn and indifferent look.

The Painting Sage looked up at Murong Ruoxi, who was surrounded by gray and white auras. His eyes were really complicated! In fact, he had arrived a long time ago and had been watching Murong Ruoxi silently.

The Painting Saint did not dare to approach, nor did he want to approach Murong Ruoxi. The former fairy of wine had become a woman with tears, and the once exquisite heart was now empty. All this originated from the dance performance in Yuyao Tower.

The Painting Saint regretted that he should have fought for it at that time. Seeing Murong Ruoxi who was living a life worse than death, he also felt that life was worse than death.

What actually pained the Painting Saint even more was Murong Ruoxi's ruined face. He finally understood why he had never been able to paint Murong Ruoxi's beauty. This was fate! Because Murong Ruoxi's beauty did not exist, it was a flash in the pan.

The Painting Saint drank wine, but his heart was dripping with blood. He did not respond to A-mei, but turned to look at the old fortune-teller, staggered to the chessboard and sat down.

"How many years has it been since we last met?"

The old fortune teller smiled slightly when he heard this!

"Is this a test? I know you saw me outside the Bugui Valley. You have the princess in your heart, but you pretend not to care and even stay away from me!"

"Hahaha... I thought you would deny it!"

The Painting Saint took another sip of wine.

At this moment, A-mei turned around and looked at the Painting Saint in shock!

"You, are you from the Weng Ying Guard?"

"I am a painter who doesn't like to drink. I have painted all the beauties in the world, but I cannot paint the beauty of my apprentice. Now I have finally painted her beauty, but her beauty is gone!"

The painting sage waved his hand, and a painting flew out from his sleeve and landed in A-mei's hands.

"I heard that you have a good relationship with Shen Yichen. Please pass this painting to him and ask him to take it and stay as far away from my disciple as possible!"

The Painting Saint was drunk. After he finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the chess pieces on the board, all in a daze!

"What is she doing here at Jian Ying? We haven't seen each other for a hundred years, and her chess skills are better than yours!"

A-mei and Shen Jinfei were stunned when they heard this. They really didn't expect that the Painting Saint would know the chess-playing woman who had just left.

The old fortune teller was also looking at the chessboard, and the sage was playing chess, and his move was the final killer move!

The fortune-teller asked softly:

"Do you know who she is?"

The Painting Sage looked up at the old fortune teller and said drunkenly:

"Actually, I want to know who you are!"

The old fortune teller smiled calmly and did not respond.

"Actually, there's still a way out for you in this game. Do you know why you're not as good as her?"

The old fortune teller was startled when he heard this. He saw the Painting Sage drop a drop of wine on the chessboard.

The old fortune-teller held the chess piece in his hand and slowly placed it there. The moment the chess piece fell to the ground, the old fortune-teller's expression changed drastically, not only because his deadlock was solved, but also because of the place where he placed the chess piece - the heart of heaven and earth!

"you you……"

The Painted Saint was drinking and ignored the fortune teller's surprise.

"Although she has entered the martial arts world, her heart is outside it. As for you, your body is outside the martial arts world, but your heart is trapped within it! Was it you who arranged for the Shadow Hall to come and greet her with swords?"

Shen Jinfei looked normal. She didn't know much about the affairs of the martial arts world, but A'mei looked at the fortune teller in shock.

Putting aside the question of why the Shadow Hall was attacked by the old fortune-teller, Ah Mei was surprised by how the old fortune-teller could interfere in the affairs of the martial arts world. This was the first time she had heard of this!

The old fortune-teller looked up at the Painted Sage with a look of surprise and confusion, then turned to look at the chaotic battle in the sky.

The old fortune teller's gaze finally focused on Murong Yanbo, and he sighed:

"Oh, I understand now. It turns out that I have made wedding dresses for others. Bugui Valley, Bugui Valley, I actually misjudged Bugui Valley!"

The Painting Sage shook his head and said softly:

"You are not from Xuantian Pavilion, why are you pretending to be one?"

The Painting Saint was still drinking, but there was surprise in his intoxicated eyes, because the old fortune-teller not only guessed his secret, but also guessed the secret of the Valley of No Return, which he had never expected!

"You are from the Bugui Valley, so why not pretend to be someone you are not?"

The nameless pavilion fell into a brief silence, but the chaotic battle in the void had new changes, because many people came, no, it should be said that many monsters came, those monsters with mysterious spiritual essences on their waists.

Dozens of monsters flew directly into the crowd and exploded instantly. Everyone had no time to evacuate. They all used their energy to resist and retreat at the same time. However, there were twelve monsters outside, forming a formation.

The energy from Xuan Lingjing's self-destruction instantly exploded within the limited formation. The tremendous power was truly beyond human resistance.

Accompanied by screams, everyone was improving their skills to resist the huge impact.

The old fortune-teller suddenly stood up and looked at the monsters with mysterious spirits on their waists with horror. He had never been to the underground dark city, and this was the first time he saw these monsters.

In fact, the four people in the nameless pavilion saw these monsters for the first time because none of them had entered the underground dark city.

"Xuan Ling Jing, this isn't the technique you use, right?"

The Painting Sage was still drinking. His eyes were not on the monster, but on the chessboard. He was thinking, thinking while drunk.

The fortune-teller did not respond. This was not his method of practice, and his Xuan Ling Jing was not the true Xuan Ling Jing, because he was not practicing the most original Xuan Xu Chen Xiao Jue, or in other words, he had not realized the true meaning of Xuan Xu Chen Xiao Jue.

The old fortune teller frowned deeply and muttered to himself:

"Xuantian Pavilion, Xuantian Pavilion, what exactly happened back then?"

In the void, everyone was still trapped, but the Painting Saint stood up and staggered downstairs. He didn't seem to be worried about Murong Ruoxi's safety.

Interestingly, the painting sage also left a sentence:

"She's from the Ji family. I was fortunate enough to visit Qianzong Mountain in Zhongzhou. There's an elegant garden there called Laiqu Kongyan. Inside the pavilion on the waterside, there's a chess set just like this one, exactly like this one!"