Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

The art of divine secrets is confusing, lonely, and persistent.

In the nameless pavilion, the old fortune-teller is waiting for an answer, that is, whether the changes in the vast sea are caused by human hearts or by destiny!

In fact, the fortune teller already had the answer in his mind, but he couldn’t feel at ease because he couldn’t see it!

The water from the Hao Hai Heart Mu Ling Lake has not yet drained out, but the Jing Cang Seal has been unsealed. The destiny is changing, and so are people's hearts.

The old fortune-teller had a purpose in guiding Sister Qing, A'mei and Ouyang Zhiqing to enter the Heavenly Hanging River. If the destiny remained unchanged, the three of them would meet up with Shen Yichen. But now, the old fortune-teller himself felt that it was unnecessary!

In an unknown pavilion shrouded in strange fog, the old fortune-teller looked at the river hanging in the sky. He seemed to know that Wan Ning would come.

Shen Jinfei's face was filled with horror, not because she saw Wan Ning, but because Wan Ning was holding a sword in her hand. She had seen it outside the Sword Pool Valley of Xuankong Mountain. It was the Ouyang family's holy sword Xingxuan, but it was obviously different from the one it was then.

"You're here!"

The old fortune teller had a faint smile on his face, but there was a hint of bitterness in his expression.

"I promised you one last favor. I always keep my word, unlike you, who says nine out of ten lies!"

After Wan Ning finished speaking, she placed the Holy Sword Xingxuan in her hand on the table. In fact, this sword was not the Holy Sword Xingxuan, but the scabbard of the Holy Sword Xingxuan.

The old fortune-teller did not withdraw his gaze. He was still looking at the river hanging in the sky. The water of Muling Lake was disappearing rapidly. He knew that when Muling Lake dried up, it would be the beginning of the catastrophe for Jian Ying!

Where was Wan Ning? She was actually picking up scattered chess pieces on the ground.

Shen Jinfei was of course confused. She walked to the table, picked up the Holy Sword Xingxuan, and asked doubtfully:

"Grandpa, why does this sword look weird?"

"This is for you. How can the heir of the Ouyang family not have a good sword?"

Shen Jinfei was stunned when she heard this. She didn't know what the fortune-teller meant.

Wan Ning, who was picking up the chess pieces, was also stunned for a moment. She looked quietly at the two chess pieces in her hand, one black and one white, and said softly:

"Are you sure you want to give her the sword?"

After Wan Ning finished speaking, she started picking up the chess pieces on the ground again. Wan Ning knew that she could not change the decision of the fortune teller.

Shen Jinfei put the Holy Sword Xingxuan back to its original place. She felt that the sword was very evil, and there was a very strange feeling that there seemed to be some kind of consciousness in the sword.

“Grandpa, I have a sword, I don’t need this sword!”

"Sister Jinfei, you've been with that old immortal for so long, but how come you haven't become any smarter? The long sword you're carrying doesn't belong to you, and are you sure it's a sword?"

Wan Ning was still picking up chess pieces, and her words confused Shen Jinfei.

With Shen Jinfei's intelligence, how could she possibly have a conversation with these two people?

Shen Jinfei also had self-awareness and walked directly to the railing, looking at the endless abyss. From the beginning until now, so many people had come, but there was not a single one she could understand, and there was not a single one's conversation she could understand.

"Liar, it's all nonsense, but some people still believe it, a bunch of idiots!"

Shen Jinfei was complaining, but she didn't realize that she also believed it. Otherwise, why would she never leave the fortune-teller?

The old fortune teller laughed out loud, then withdrew his gaze and said calmly:

"No need to pick it up. I'll tell you why I'm angry. Someone from the Ji family cracked the Hongya chess game. Alas, death is the only way to live. What a simple move! Hundreds of years have passed, and yet I still haven't figured it out!"

Wan Ning turned back suddenly and exclaimed:

"you sure?"

"I'm sure, absolutely sure, and Shen Yichen is the chess piece that breaks the game. It should be Ji Qingyun. Death is the only way to survive is Ji Qingyun's way to break the game!"

The old fortune teller knew that the Painting Sage could not solve the Hongya chess game. The chess game in the Ji family's Qianzong Mountain must have some hints that were discovered by the Painting Sage.

The old fortune teller thought about it and thought that the death of Ji Qingyun's family thirteen years ago was the beginning of the breakdown.

"There is death before life, there is death before life. So, Ji Qingyun has already broken through the Dao Heng Changsheng realm, but why did he choose to retire from the martial arts world?"

Wan Ning walked to the railing and threw the chess pieces into the endless abyss one by one. There was a solemn expression on her face that was very inconsistent with her age.

The fortune-teller did not respond. After a long while, he sighed and said:

"I haven't been back for many years. I think it's time to go back to the thatched cottage!"

Wan Ning turned to look at Shen Jinfei with a complicated expression and said softly:

"Sister Jinfei, give me the things on your back. The sword on the table is yours!"

Shen Jinfei was startled when she heard this, and hid behind the fortune-teller, saying coldly:

"Wan Ning, Grandpa is here, don't mess around!"

Wan Ning burst out laughing!

"The old man is going home. The sword on the table belongs to Caolu. If you let him go, wouldn't it be appropriate for you to take the sword with you?"

"The Soul-Eating Sword is mine and has nothing to do with Grandpa!"

Of course Shen Jinfei would not hand over the Soul-Eating Sword. It was the result of hundreds of years of hard work by the hidden branch of the Ouyang family!

Wan Ning looked at the old fortune teller and asked doubtfully:

"Haven't you told her yet? Didn't Ouyang Hanqing ask her to come?"

The old fortune teller shook his head and replied softly:

"Jin Fei is a good girl. I'm always on the road, so it's nice to have someone to accompany me. You know how hard it is to be alone!"

Wan Ning frowned slightly, and did not respond directly. Instead, she turned around and continued to throw the chess pieces, saying lightly:

"Are you sure you want to do this? You should know that you can't change it!"

"Muling Lake hasn't dried up yet, but disaster has already occurred. The way of heaven has changed, and some things may turn around!"

"Hey!"

With a light sigh, Wan Ning threw all the chess pieces in her hand into the endless abyss, turned to look at the fortune-teller and Shen Jinfei, and said with a smile:

"Then I wish you good luck, and be careful not to be retaliated by the laws of nature!"

The old fortune teller shook his head, as if he had something to hide.

Shen Jinfei still looked as if she was facing a formidable enemy, and looked at Wan Ning warily.

"Sister Jinfei, is it a blessing or a curse for you to meet the immortal? Is it right or wrong to be lucky enough not to die?"

After Wan Ning finished speaking, she left, carrying the long box from Shen Jinfei's back on her shoulder.

Wan Ning walked along the stairs!

The old fortune teller waved his hand and shouted:

"See you soon!"

"Do you really want to see me? You're saying one thing and thinking another. Here's the book on the table for you. You'll write the next edition!"

Wan Ning disappeared in the thick fog outside the nameless pavilion.

The old fortune teller looked at the book on the table, smiled, picked it up and flipped through it. The title of the book was of course "Brother Gua's Private Affairs with Women".

When the fortune teller turned to the second page about the demon woman, he saw those three words:

"Temple? Cage!"

The old fortune teller suddenly turned around and exclaimed:

"Shen Yichen entered the Dusk Temple? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Why should I tell you this? Remember to write the next version of the book, and don't write lies!"

Wan Ning's voice came from all directions.

The old fortune teller must be angry. His hands were clenched very tightly, and his skinny surface was full of blue veins.

After a long time, the fortune-teller gradually calmed down and continued to flip through the booklet. This time he looked at it very carefully. It seemed that there were not just two or three words in the booklet, but many, many words.

When the fortune-teller turned to the page about the half-woman, he was stunned for a moment. His hand touched the word "coffin" and he looked up at Mu Linghu. He frowned and thought deeply. After a moment, he muttered to himself:

"I'm not the only one who wants to change my fate. Demon Emperor, oh Demon Emperor, should I meet with you?"

"You are so shameless! Do you think anyone would want to see you? No one wants to see you. Please, beg me. Maybe my silly brother will condescend to see you!"

The voice still came from all directions, and of course it was Wan Ning's voice, but it was obvious that the person had gone far away.

"Silly brother, haha...you'll behave yourself the day you meet a fierce sister!"

There was no response from Wan Ning this time.

The fortune-teller placed the book on the table, touched the sword on the table, turned to look at Shen Jinfei, and said with a smile:

"Jin Fei, from now on, just take this sword. You don't have to hide it anymore. You can use it openly!"

Shen Jinfei looked at the fortune-teller in shock and exclaimed:

"Grandpa, why did you give the Soul-Eating Sword to Wan Ning? Didn't you, didn't your cultivation completely dissipate?"

Shen Jinfei knew what happened, but she didn't know what happened to herself. She seemed to be isolated. She could see everything and hear everything, but she could do nothing.

No, that's not right. She had no intention of refusing at all, but how could this be possible?

In the nameless pavilion, Shen Jinfei slowly picked up the sword on the table!

"Grandpa, I will protect you with this sword!"

The sword caught the wind, but the wind could not disperse the thick fog, but it blew Shen Jinfei's long hair. Next to the fluttering hair, her beautiful eyes were so confused!