Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

There is no end to the wine, no end to the love, but people still have to forget the past. Of course there will be regrets, and it is also difficult to let go. When you turn around and move forward, there is only one sentence left in your heart:

“Maybe if I have too many regrets, I won’t have any regrets!”

Jingyun Gorge, Shenzhan Bridge, the three people who walked into Yanquan, all had regrets in their hearts, all wanted to forget the past and turn forward, but the spirit is easy to break, but the heart is hard to change.

The old scholar Shi Xihu also came to Shuangyu Town, but he was a step late. Perhaps it was just as well, because he happened to see two snotty girls bullying the noodle shop owner.

The old scholar shook his head and followed the two snotty girls out of Shuangyu Town. He certainly didn't come here to eat vegetarian noodles with chopped green onions.

On a deserted long street, the old scholar Shi Xihu directly stopped the two snotty girls.

"Thieves also have their own code of conduct, and their hearts can be either righteous or evil!"

The two snotty girls were stunned for a moment when they saw the old scholar with black hair, white clothes and a kind face who was blocking the road!

"Sister, are robbers so polite now?"

"Sister, this old beast is not going to rape you, right? Why is he staring at you?"

"Sister, he's staring at you, no, he's looking at us two, this old guy is a bit perverted!"

……

Shi Xihu stared blankly at the two chattering girls in front of him. He was a little confused, or at a loss. This feeling had not existed for many years.

"Cough...cough..."

Shi Xihu coughed twice, trying to interrupt the two girls, but the two girls ignored him and instead argued with each other, their faces flushed.

The point is just one, to discuss whether the old scholar robbed people of their money or their women!

Shi Xihu roared:

"Shut up! I don't rob people of their money or their women. Who's in charge of Miaokong Hall now?"

"Sister, this old man actually thinks we are ugly!"

"Sister, this old man said we have no money. This is too insulting!"

"Yes, things can be tolerated, but we sisters cannot tolerate it!"

"Of course we can't stand it. He can't even rob. Let's show him how!"

"Okay, sister, you go first!"

Before the old scholar could understand what the poem meant, a girl fell to her knees and cried,

"Grandpa, please have mercy on us. We haven't eaten for a few days. Please give us some money!"

With a thud, another girl also fell to her knees!

"Master, please be kind and take us in. We can be your mistresses or maids. Concubines are just right!"

The two girls knelt on the ground and cried, it was so miserable, with tears and snot running down their faces.

No matter how you look at the old scholar's poem, it seems like he is crying for someone to die. No, he is crying for him!

The old scholar sighed inwardly:

"Why did Miaokongtang accept such disciples? Their abilities are not like those of ordinary disciples!"

Shi Xihu's hand flashed with silver light, and she reached out to help the two girls up, comforting them:

"Stop crying. Whose disciples are you?"

"Sister, do I need a disciple to rob you?"

"If you want to worship, you should worship us!"

The two girls wiped their tears, as if they were answering Shi Xihu's question, but it sounded completely irrelevant.

The old scholar Shi Xihu decided to give up and said coldly:

"Go ahead. Remember, even thieves have their own code of conduct. You must not do anything that harms the world or oppresses ordinary people. The most important thing in cultivation is to cultivate your mind. If your mind is not upright, how can you practice?"

"My name is Tou Tian!"

"My name is Change Day!"

"Study hard, robbing and stealing are the same!"

"Learn something, you talk too much nonsense!"

The old scholar Shi Xihu felt the chill of late spring, because he was left with only a pair of shorts on his body, and everything else on his body was gone.

The old scholar looked in shock at the two girls who disappeared at the end of the long street. He shivered with cold, jumped up, and went to look for clothes.

The old scholar Shi Xihu knew that he had made a mistake. Those two girls were not from Miaokongtang at all, but the way they used to tie up the noodle seller with thread was the Thousand Silk Shadow Killing Technique of Miaogongtang, except that they didn't kill anyone!

The final sigh of the old scholar's poem is:

"Yanquan is still a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are everywhere!"

Shen Yichen walked into Yanquan, where there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers, alone. This place is different from Jian Ying, and he himself has not realized it yet, but he has indeed become much more cautious. In the past, he would have become a playboy under the peony flowers.

But Shen Yichen's constant ignoring and rejection actually aroused the charming woman's interest in him!

It would be fine if he saved people three times without asking for anything in return, but he kept hiding. Facing a charming woman, he was not moved but rejected her instead. There must be something wrong when things are abnormal!

Shen Yichen himself did not realize this, and this was another problem he encountered in his love life in the mortal world:

How to refuse!

Obviously, Shen Yichen's answer was very bad. Rejection means letting someone you don't like stay away from you, not making her interested in you.

Not long after leaving Meiyifang, Shen Yichen decided to let go of everything. He wanted to look forward and go to Yanquan, but that was tomorrow. Today he wanted to get drunk for the last time, and tomorrow he would enter the world of Yanquan with high spirits.

Shen Yichen sat alone on the horse, drinking wine and letting the horse go freely.

It is worth mentioning that Shen Yichen is also riding the horse backwards at this moment. The feeling of being in harmony with the heaven and earth is so comfortable and fresh!

As the sun sets, Shen Yichen, who was lying drunk on his horse's back, came to a mountain villa called Xiangwu Villa. It was a villa that had been abandoned for a long time. Two rows of cypress trees stood on both sides of the gate, as if welcoming everyone who stayed there.

The horse was parked under a cypress tree at the door. Shen Yichen was sleeping soundly on the horse's back, burping from time to time.

As dusk fell, people from the martial arts world walked into Xiangwu Villa in groups of three or four, because this was the only villa nearby. Dark clouds were gathering in the sky, and it was likely that it would rain tonight.

This should be the first rain in Yanquan since the beginning of spring. Judging from the weather, the rain will be heavy, so all the people passing by came to Xiangwu Villa to take shelter from the rain.

Of course, the people passing by the door saw the sleeping Shen Yichen, but no one came forward to talk to him. There were many people in Yanquan who wandered around the world drunk and alone, so everyone was used to it.

A faint breeze blows at midnight, like the arrival of spring rain.

Shen Yichen was awakened by the rain. Perhaps he was not finished dreaming. At first he kept wiping his face with his hands. The more he wiped, the more sputum he shed. Then he suddenly sat up, but he had forgotten everything in his dream.

Shen Yichen hurriedly dismounted and ran to the gatehouse. There were lights flickering in several rooms in the yard. Shen Yichen recognized at a glance that it was the afterglow of the campfire. No need to guess, this was a deserted yard.

Shen Yichen had no intention of entering the yard at first, but the rain was getting heavier and the wind was getting stronger, so he had to retreat into the yard.

Shen Yichen did not go to the main house, but went straight into a side room without any fire. It was pitch black, and he had to condense a weak true energy. He used the Bodhi Heart Method, as if only the Buddha's light would not attract other people's attention.

There was someone in the room, and Shen Yichen was frightened at the first sight, because the person resting against the wall had a circle of white bones around his waist, and on it were skull-shaped statues.

Shen Yichen didn't dare to say anything and just found a place sheltered from the wind to sit down. He didn't see the man's face, mainly because he was still a little drunk.

Shen Yichen leaned against the wall and fell asleep soon. He wanted to go back to his previous dream, but he felt like he had missed something.

Shen Yichen did not ignore what happened in his dream, but ignored the person in front of him. How could a normal person make a belt with bones?

Not long after Shen Yichen fell asleep, the person in the same room opened his eyes. A strange light flashed on the white bones around his waist, and the skull statue on the bones left the belt and floated towards Shen Yichen.

Just as the skeleton statue floated out of Shen Yichen's body, a smile flashed across the corner of that person's mouth. The smile flashed in a flash of sword light and was forever frozen at that moment.

The smile and the sword light were both fleeting!

The room on the rainy night was still so dark and so quiet.

The next morning, Shen Yichen woke up very late. He drank too much last night, so of course he didn't remember what he had dreamed about.

Shen Yichen moved slightly and was about to stretch when he saw the person he lived with. He also remembered that he had come in last night, but that person was already dead!

Shen Yichen didn't know whether he had died a long time ago or died last night. His first reaction was to leave, while secretly cursing in his heart:

"That bitch Yan insisted on stealing the Qiankun Jade Pendant, and now I can't even enjoy my drink anymore!"

Shen Yichen felt a little scared. He entered Yanquan without the Qiankun Jade Pendant. Oh, he really didn't dare to get drunk again!