Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

Chapter 445 Snow Drifting 9 Dragon Sisterhood

All things in the world will end with time, but it seems that longing for someone is endless.

The evil Mu Wanqian knelt before the Buddha for a long time so that her lady would have a worry-free life, while her lady Murong Ruoxi lay in the bathtub crying with longing for her. The longing in Murong Ruoxi's heart was like the aroma of wine wafting from the Nine Dragon Jar, mellow and long-lasting. Murruoxi really never thought that Qian'er would leave her one day!

In the guest room outside the room, Xiao Yingxu stood in front of the window, watching the falling snowflakes. He was also missing someone. He missed his master, he missed Wuxu Linggu, and he missed Daoyuan Sect!

Xiao Yingxu was originally a Taoist boy, a carefree Taoist boy. He had met very few people in the past years, but they all had one thing in common, they were all old men. These old men also had one thing in common, they were of prominent status, but these people were very respectful to him!

Xiao Yingxu certainly didn't understand, so his master explained to him:

"The laws of nature are unpredictable, and fate is invisible, but you can know the fortune and misfortune in the invisible!"

Xiao Yingxu didn't understand either, and gradually stopped asking. Until the moment he walked out of the Wuxu Linggu, he knew what the unpredictable way of heaven meant and what the invisible destiny meant!

Even a powerful sect like Daoyuan still faces the risk of life and death. He knows the fortune and misfortune of others but not his own fate!

But Xiao Yingxu recently didn't understand it again, because he had a new understanding. Since fate is invisible, what is the meaning of the blessings and disasters he knows? In other words, if fate is invisible, what is the use of the secrets of heaven?

"Master, I seem to have doubts about Tianji. Is it that she doesn't want to understand Tianji? Or is it that Tianji itself can't be believed?"

The "she" that Xiao Yingxu was referring to was of course Murong Ruoxi. Xiao Yingxu touched the Tianji copper coin in his hand, and he actually had the urge to throw it away. However, that was only a fleeting thought. The Tianji copper coin could not be thrown away. His master said that it was his life!

"Qian'er, the water is cold, change it for me!"

After the sound, there was the sound of crying.

Xiao Yingxu sighed inwardly and muttered to himself:

"Destiny is truly invisible. A lady doesn't have a lady's fate, but a non-lady does have a lady's fate!"

Xiao Yingxu shook his head and shouted:

"Sister Xixi, please don't be like this. Please be considerate of me. I am still a child!"

Xiao Yingxu was really tired these days. He even wondered why the people who were hunting Murong Ruoxi hadn't arrived yet. At least Murong Ruoxi who was being hunted was still a human being!

"Sister Xixi, do you think my brother would like a girl like you? She's either crying or drunk. Is this what the wine fairy in your mind looks like?"

Murong Ruoxi ignored Xiao Yingxu and continued crying. She really couldn't control herself. She looked at herself in the water with disheveled hair, so dirty and haggard, she almost couldn't recognize herself!

Xiao Yingxu stopped trying to persuade him because his younger brother persuaded him again!

"The love of the mortal world is too profound for you. It is far more mysterious than the mysteries of the world and the hexagrams of all living beings!"

Xiao Yingxu was speechless because he began to doubt his own divination skills!

Xiao Yingxu went to bed alone. He originally wanted to take a bath, but it seemed impossible. He felt the fluctuation of Murong Ruoxi's true energy. He guessed that Murong Ruoxi should be boiling water for bath just like he was boiling water for tea!

Murong Ruoxi didn't know how long she had been crying. She walked into the guest room with red and swollen eyes. She looked at the child lying in a spread-eagle position on the bed, who was sleeping soundly. Then she sat in front of the window, opened it, and looked at the snowy scene in the Nine Dragon Bottle.

Murong Ruoxi seemed to see two children playing snowball fights in the snow. One of the children was hit and started crying. Then the child who hit her stood still and was thrown by her until he turned into a little snowman, a moving and laughing little snowman!

"Xixi, why do you always bully Qian'er? You are her sister, you must learn to love her and take care of her!"

A noble lady was patting the snow off the little girl, wiping the snow off her neck, sweeping the snow off her head, and educating the girl who was still laughing! In fact, both girls were laughing, laughing happily.

After sweeping the snow off the little girl, the two girls ran to the snow to make snowmen. They made two small snowmen, just like them. One was named Xixi and the other was named Qianer. The girl named Xixi was unhappy again because the snowman made by Qianer was big and beautiful. Xixi kicked Qianer's snowman down with one foot. But Qianer was not unhappy. Instead, she stepped on the fallen snowman to pieces!

"Miss, I will only build your snowman from now on!"

From then on, the two girls never made two snowmen in the heavy snow in Youzhou again. There was only one, and that was Xixi's. It was still the same until last year!

After Xixi grew up and became sensible, she tried to persuade Qian'er, but Qian'er refused to build a second snowman!

"Qian'er, are you back in Youzhou? You can build your own snowman this year! Miss will not force you to do anything."

Murong Ruoxi's tears fell with the snow. In her hazy eyes, she saw two fifteen-year-old girls climbing up Zifeng Mountain in the heavy snow.

Standing on the top of the mountain, with a panoramic view of the entire city, the two girls rubbed their hands and celebrated loudly. They climbed up step by step, from morning to noon!

"Qian'er, this is our home. Let's come here every year when it snows, okay?"

"Miss, everything is up to you!"

Xixi couldn't remember when this sentence became Qian'er's catchphrase! It wasn't just a catchphrase, but everything she did was based on this sentence. Qian'er not only said it, but also did it!

"Qian'er, I don't like what you said, and I don't like your attitude. I'm not a lady, I'm your sister Xixi!"

Qian'er shook her head, probably indicating that she disagreed.

Xixi walked down the mountain angrily, just because of a sentence. That sentence broke into her life at some point. Xixi remembered it seemed to be when she was ten years old!

Qian'er followed Xixi silently and walked down Zifeng Mountain together. Xixi's good mood was ruined. She got angry countless times because of this sentence, but Qian'er just couldn't change, or she didn't want to change at all!

But since then, the two of them would really go to climb Zifeng Mountain every year when it snowed heavily, climbing step by step. Qian'er kept saying "Miss, everything is up to you!" for several years!

"Qian'er, can we still climb Zifeng Mountain together this year? I'm afraid I'll have to break the promise. I'm sorry!"

The snow fell without wind, the tears fell silently, and Murong Ruoxi didn't even wipe them away!

Over the past twenty years, Murong Ruoxi really had no idea how she grew up. At the same age, her hands had not done anything, yet she grew up!

What about Mu Wanqian? She seemed to have grown up twice, because the other time was for her mistress. Murong Ruoxi had thought about changing, but Mu Wanqian didn't give her a chance. Everything in her life was always in order, and Mu Wanqian did everything well!

Sometimes Murong Ruoxi herself didn't know why Mu Wanqian understood her so well, so she always thought that her mother was wrong. She was not Sister Xixi, but a very ignorant sister. The one who cared for and protected her was always Sister Qian'er!

"Sister Qian'er, where are you now? Are you thinking about your sister Xixi?"

Flying snow in the Nine Dragon Cup, sister studying in tears!

As the night grew quieter, Murong Ruoxi wiped away her tears. The tears had never dried because they were still flowing.

Murong Ruoxi did not sleep. She walked to the bed and covered Xiao Yingxu with a quilt, then she walked out of the inn alone. She did not use her internal energy to fly, as that would make her too conspicuous. After all, someone was chasing her!

Murong Ruoxi walked to the outside of Jiulongzun Town, and went to the big wine pot Jiulongzun. Murong Ruoxi didn't know why, but she was really interested in the big wine pot! Maybe it was because she loved drinking.

The window of the guest room opened again. Xiao Yingxu looked at the receding figure and said to herself:

"The laws of nature are unpredictable, fate is invisible, is the secret of nature really unreliable? I stopped you the first time, should I stop you the second time?"

Xiao Yingxu looked up at the sky and murmured:

"Master, what should I do? Let her go? Or forcefully change her fate? But can I change it?"

Under the Nine Dragons Zun in the sunset, Xiao Yingxu lured Murong Ruoxi away with a kick, and the two of them walked into the Nine Dragons Zun Town. But in this snowy night, Murong Ruoxi went under the Nine Dragons Zun again. Xiao Yingxu didn't know what to do. Maybe this was Murong Ruoxi's fate!

Xiao Yingxu flew up and flew towards the big wine pot, Nine Dragon Jar, sighing in his heart:

"I used my last bit of money to book a deluxe room because I didn't want you to come out, but you are so stupid! Oh, this money was wasted! What are we going to eat and drink from now on?"

The wind suddenly blew in Jiulongzun, northwest wind!

Xiao Yingxu was caught off guard and swallowed a mouthful of northwest wind!

Mu Wanqian, whom Murong Ruoxi had been thinking about all the time, finally walked out of the deserted temple. She left Yingzhou on this day when snow was falling in Yingzhou!

Mu Wanqian decided to go back to Youzhou first, because she had a problem with her body and lost all her power! She knew that all this might be related to the Dark Flower. She wanted to go back to Youzhou and ask her grandfather Heng if the Dark Flower was the Holy Flower of Demonic Flower. There was another more important question:

"Is Murong Ruoxi her eldest daughter?"

The answer in Mu Wanqian's heart was just one word: Yes!

But she wanted to understand why the Shadow Guard's answer was different from hers! If she was the eldest daughter of the Shadow Guard, then the Shadow Guard's answer should be the same as hers!

On the carriage heading south in the snow, Mu Wanqian looked back at Yingzhoubei for the last time, muttering to herself:

"Miss, you must stay alive! Qian'er will come back to find you soon!"