The black horse galloped unimpeded on the uninhabited path, and after about half an hour, the horse came to the door of the Shaoyang Inn in Shaoyang Town with the masked woman on horseback.

The woman handed the black horse to the shopkeeper and asked him to lead the horse to the stable. She then walked straight to a room on the second floor of the inn.

The masked woman didn't knock on the door, but reached out and pushed it open.

At this time, there was a person sitting in the room, this person was a young man, dressed in a plain moon-white robe, and his waist-length black hair was casually tied up with a white hosta that was the same color as his clothes.

The man was holding a teacup in his hand, and he didn't seem to care at all that the masked woman pushed the door into the room, but leisurely brought the teacup to his mouth and took a slow sip.

After he finished tasting the tea, he put down the teacup and looked up at the masked woman, whose handsome face showed a smile.

"It's back. The man's tone was light, but his voice was extremely attractive.

The masked woman lifted her hand lightly and took off the veil from her face, revealing a young and beautiful face. Then she exhaled a long breath and said to the man with some complaint: "Little prince, can you not look at me with such a smile on your face?"

The man's smile grew even louder when he heard this: "What's the matter?

"Little prince, you can spare the slave maid! It was not good to be a slave back then, so you shouldn't want you to call the slave maid a sister!" The masked woman is An Ruyue, and she has faced a earth-shaking change over the years, except for helplessness or helplessness. Whenever she saw a gentle and harmless smile on his unreal handsome face, her heart twitched unconsciously.

"Alright, Elder Ruyue. Tell me, did you find anything there before?" Cang Wunian put away the smile on his face and asked lightly.

"A ruin, desolate, full of desolation as far as the eye can see, but there is not even a white bone to be seen. An Ruyue sat on the edge of Cang Wunian and said a little weakly.

"There are no bones, what about the tombstones?" Cang Wunian frowned slightly.

"I've looked back and forth, and there's really nothing. However, the stone carving of the young priest had traces of being damaged, but I looked at it carefully for a long time, and I couldn't see any mystery in the stone carving. An Ruyue shrugged her shoulders and said.

"After all, after so many years, it's inevitable that there won't be any clues. Cang Wunian said in a light tone, and casually picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

"It's strange to say that I met two women there today, one of whom was a middle-aged woman, and judging by her temperament, she should have been a beautiful woman when she was young. As for the other one, he was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his face was raw...... is actually three points more beautiful than the king. An Ruyue said with emotion.

Hearing this, a faint hint of anger suddenly appeared on his calm face.

An Ruyue saw Cang Wunian's expression, and then realized that she had said the wrong thing just now, and hurriedly said, "Little prince, don't be angry...... I didn't mean to mention the king. It's just that that little sister is really beautiful, so I ......."

"Who are they?" Cang Wunian interrupted without waiting for An Ruyue's words to finish.

"I don't know, they just said that like me, they used to have some relationship with the people there, so they went to check it out. He also said that he didn't expect that place to become what it is now. An Ruyue shook her head and replied.

Cang Wunian fell silent, and two people appeared in his mind: fifteen years ago, on the bank of the Luo River, the woman in the cyan Luo skirt, and the pink little girl in her arms.

But how could it be them? In the past fifteen years, he has been walking on thin ice, step by step, breaking into the interior of the Thousand Machines Pavilion little by little, and gradually grasping the sources of most of the important information in the Thousand Machines Pavilion, but he has never received the slightest news related to that little girl. This made him wonder if he was wrong in judging that she was still alive in the world.

"No, it shouldn't be them. Cang Wunian said as if talking to himself.

"They?" An Ruyue looked at Cang Wunian suspiciously, and then she patted her head: "You mean Aunt Hui of the Painting Clan and that little girl?" Speaking of which, the middle-aged woman looks a little similar to that Aunt Hui, but how can it be...... She looks like she is in her forties, and the life of the painter comes from the immortal root, even if she will grow old, it will not be possible to grow old so quickly. ”

Cang Wunian narrowed his eyes, and the teacup in his hand was crushed by him. Then he breathed a long sigh of relief: "That's it, you send people to pay more attention to the movements of the Luo Sect, if it is really them, sooner or later they will go to meet with the Jun brothers." ”

"I see. By the way, little prince, why did you choose to come to this place today? Didn't Gu Wentian, that old horseman, send you to the palace? If the two tails beside you knew that you had slipped into this Shaoyang Town, wouldn't you be afraid of arousing the old fox's suspicion?" An Ruyue asked puzzled.

A shallow smile appeared on Cang Wunian's calm face, and An Ruyue's heart trembled. It's just that Cang Wunian didn't mean to explain, but said lightly: "Today is the Midyear Festival." ”