Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

The morning breeze blows my tearful eyes, the wine makes me drunk, the Jueqing Temple, the Jueqing Temple with empty words, what can God do to me.

In the Zen room on the right, three people were sleeping due to drunkenness, and one was unconscious.

In the Zen room on the left, the Yin-Yang Tai Chi formation outside Shen Yichen and Murong Ruoxi finally disappeared, and neither of them opened their eyes.

"Xixi, is that you?"

"Idiot, I, I miss you!"

"Xixi, yes, I'm sorry!"

"Idiot, I really missed you!"

"Xixi, I, I'm really sorry!"

"Did you miss me, idiot?"

"Xixi, I, I..."

"Idiot, I don't blame you!"

Shen Yichen didn't dare to open his eyes. He didn't even dare to say "I miss you". It was too difficult to love someone. He didn't ask for companionship, but only hoped that each other would be safe!

Shen Yichen was rejecting it in his heart, not for himself, but only for Murong Ruoxi to be safe. He was deeply trapped in the love tribulation, but had no ability to break it. Shen Yichen really didn't dare to get close to Murong Ruoxi, as he would only bring harm to Murong Ruoxi.

Murong Ruoxi didn't dare to open her eyes. Only when she closed her eyes could she see the fool who was real. Because only when she closed her eyes was she real, she had the courage to say that:

"I miss you!"

Murong Ruoxi's eyes were blurred with tears. What she couldn't see clearly was not others, but herself. When she opened her eyes, she could see the world, but she could not see herself and Shen Yichen. The pain made Murong Ruoxi feel suffocated.

There was no morning dew, and there was already a cold wind. The Zen room fell into a brief silence.

"Xixi, I broke my promise. I can't accompany you to the Sword Fairy!"

Shen Yichen opened his eyes first, and what he saw were two tears hanging in the air.

Murong Ruoxi smiled with her eyes closed, because she wanted to say the same thing, but she could only swallow it back in her heart.

"Idiot, I'm sorry, I can't accompany you into the martial arts world anymore!"

Murong Ruoxi felt really sad. She couldn't even say goodbye in person.

Murong Ruoxi didn't want to open her eyes. She wanted to stay with herself and the fool for a while longer.

Shen Yichen slowly stretched out his hand. He wanted to hug Murong Ruoxi, he wanted to touch that familiar face, he even wanted to kiss that distant kiss, but Shen Yichen's hand stopped beside Murong Ruoxi's face, and he no longer had the courage to touch her.

Shen Yichen was afraid that he no longer had the courage to leave, but he had to leave!

Shen Yichen and Murong Ruoxi could both feel the other trembling, and both of their hearts seemed to be struggling fiercely!

The cold wind blows into the dilapidated temple, blowing away tears of sorrow.

In the end, Shen Yichen's hand did not move forward even a little bit. He stood up and walked to the door. The tears blown down by the cold wind remained inside the door, while he stood outside the door. He could not even say sorry, but what else could he say besides sorry?

In the Jueqing Temple, it is destined to be another silent farewell!

Shen Yichen left holding Mu Qingxue. He walked out of the courtyard step by step without looking back or shedding tears. His tears had already remained in Murong Ruoxi's meditation room.

Shen Yichen stood outside the courtyard holding Mu Qingxue, muttering to himself:

"Jueqing Temple, what a Jueqing Temple! Empty words are unfeeling, and touching them is also unfeeling. Oh, heaven, if love is gone, will the calamity end?"

Shen Yichen's tears fell again. This time, he shed tears for Mu Qingxue in his arms. All women who approached him were doomed to disaster and be covered in scars!

Shen Yichen didn't know what was going on. Heaven's secret? Fate? Cause and effect...

Murong Ruoxi stood in the Zen room, still without opening her eyes, but she was facing the gate of the courtyard. She could see the idiot and feel his reluctance and pain.

"Thank you, idiot, thank you for not giving me the chance to refuse you!"

Murong Ruoxi's heart had been broken for a long time. She simply could not bear the pain of rejecting Shen Yichen. After Shen Yichen rejected her, Murong Ruoxi felt better, even a little relieved. She could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Her bleeding heart was healing!

Murong Ruoxi said the last words in her heart:

"Idiot, I will miss you forever!"

Afterwards, Murong Ruoxi opened her eyes, and of course there was no sign of Shen Yichen outside Jueqing Temple.

The tears from Murong Ruoxi's eyes finally rolled down, and seemed to fall right on Shen Yichen's tears.

The sword faces the changing winds and clouds, and the catastrophe is approaching. For Shen Yichen and Murong Ruoxi, having a dilapidated temple to express their inner thoughts and feelings is really a blessing and a satisfaction!

In another Zen room, there was also a person crying. It was Jiu Xiaoyao Baili Guchen. In fact, he had been crying for half the night just because he didn't see Ji Xuanfeng.

I don’t know if Qianxin was drunk, but she must have been drunk, watching a saint crying bitterly and talking about their past brotherhood!

Qianxin is a woman, she cannot understand, but she feels the pain deeply!

Jiu Xiaoyao's tears now are not for himself, but for Murong Ruoxi. These are tears of happiness!

Shen Yichen and Murong Ruoxi separated, which was exactly the result Jiu Xiaoyao wanted to see. The Burial God Mansion had been paying attention to Shen Yichen and took him very seriously. If Murong Ruoxi got close to Shen Yichen, the result would be only one word: death!

If you are unable to protect the one you love, leaving is the greatest protection. Jiu Xiaoyao is happy for Shen Yichen. Shen Yichen has grown up, and grown very fast, and has not followed his old path.

If he had chosen to leave back then, the herbalist Yunlu might not have died!

Alas, it’s too late to regret!

Jiu Xiaoyao had thought it through last night and planned to drive Shen Yichen away in the morning. Unexpectedly, Shen Yichen left on his own. He was really relieved!

"Master, I'm going to look for Ning Menghuan. Are you still going?"

Murong Ruoxi stood outside the Zen room, looking at the river hanging in the sky. There was only one river there, and she didn't know what that meant.

"I thought you wanted me to continue drinking with you. What's wrong? Are you sober now?"

"Master, I'm a little worried about the stinky painter. He's been thinking too much. He's loved that bitch for hundreds of years, but he never dared to say it out loud. It's been so long, and the stinky painter hasn't come to me. Is he still immersed in self-blame?"

Murong Ruoxi returned to normal, but Jiu Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. His words of comfort along the way were not as good as a face-to-face meeting between the two!

As Jiu Xiaoyao walked out, he muttered to himself:

"Love is not only magical, but also powerful. It's amazing!"

Jiu Xiaoyao looked at Murong Ruoxi and said with a smile:

"It's really not easy to know what you want to do and who to care about. You two didn't do anything shameful last night, did you?"

Murong Ruoxi was so angry that her face instantly turned hot, her heart was pounding, and she cursed in her heart:

"Old pervert!"

"Hey, why are you still shy? You two won't do that in the temple, right? This, this is a Buddhist holy land!"

Jiu Xiaoyao is too mean, no, it should be said that he is too upset!

"Master, what should we do with the two people in the room?"

Murong Ruoxi had to change the subject. She really wasn't used to Jiu Xiaoyao making such jokes.

Jiu Xiaoyao took out a pot of wine, took another sip, and said lightly:

"Stinky girl, if, I mean if, if the master is gone, you can go back to Yanquan with them. They are from the same sect as your mother!"

Murong Ruoxi was not surprised. The moment Jian Bujian drew his sword last night, she knew they were from the Yanquan Youjian Sect.

Murong Ruoxi did not agree because she didn't know what the relationship between her mother and Youjianmen was. In other words, there must be a conflict between Youzhou and Youjianmen, but she didn't know what the conflict was.

"Stinky old man, if one day you are gone, I will send you to Yunquan Tomb!"

After Murong Ruoxi finished speaking, she walked out.

Jiu Xiaoyao didn't swallow the wine that had entered his mouth. He looked at Murong Ruoxi's back in surprise. After a long time, he swallowed the wine and shouted loudly:

"Who are you, you little bitch? You're so mean and tell you so many things!"

Jiu Xiaoyao ran out of Jueqing Temple with a smile. He really accepted a good disciple who knew him, understood him, and pitied him!

"Hey, Yunquanzhonglu, you ignorant girl, do you know what that means?"

I don't know when Jian Bujian stood at the door of the Zen room. It must have been a long time!

Jian Bujian certainly knew Murong Ruoxi, but Youjianmen really disliked her father Murong Lunbo.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have drunk with you. You drink to heal your wounds, but I drink to hurt myself!"

Jian Bujian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, walked into the meditation room, and used his internal energy to heal his wounds.

Qianxin was snoring and couldn't wake up for a while. She drank too much last night. However, Jianbujian was very satisfied because not only did Jiu Xiaoyao talk about his brotherhood, but Qianxin also talked about her love, and it seemed that there was a small problem.

This was an unexpected surprise for Jian Bujian. He really disliked Song Xingzhou, just like he disliked Murong Lunbo back then. These two people had one thing in common: they were too deep-minded and too vicious!

In the morning light, someone came to Jueqing Temple, and the first thing they did was to destroy the temple gate and plaque.

"Five or six people, get out here!"

A-mei put her hands on her hips and roared!

It's a pity that A Mei and Shen Yichen missed each other again. Maybe this is the fate between them. They always lack luck.