Fengyunlu

Beside the Nine Heavens Thunder Pond.

Mo Wenjian spoke softly, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes: "There is love in Hongzhuang, there is hatred in long separation, and the infatuated person is sad to miss lovesickness. What is left behind in this lovesickness sword array is not the sword, but the person holding the sword."

His words were very soft, as if he was recounting some past events, but when they fell in the sword formation, it was like a burst of Sanskrit sounds, which disturbed the two people's minds.

An old man and a young man, Luo Hongchen's eyes were dull, and Fairy Ji Yao couldn't help but think that they both had their own thoughts at the moment, but they were both thinking about the person they were thinking about. Perhaps they were also concerned about an engraved figure, and also about a suit of clothing. The fading recession.

The white robe hangs from the top, the water sleeves are long, and someone comes in a hurry.

He never left, nor waited, but when he looked back, there was a lonely figure, Xiao Xiaoran, who seemed to be gone, as if he had never been there, but he still refused to leave.

A winding path in the mountains, with some twists and turns, but someone is thinking about it.

The dark lantern barely let through the light, and her face that could not be seen clearly seemed anxious. She didn't know if he could come back, or when he would come back. But the night was getting late, and the breeze was blowing the weeds on both sides, as if warning her that the wind and rain were precarious, and what awaited her would come. It may not be what you want in your heart.

Suddenly, someone kept shaking. The white robe really looked lonely. The black hair was covered with snow and frost. There was no trace of smile, nor the wantonness of the past. There was only sadness and a helpless face.

Suddenly someone twitched, slightly, trembling, and his clothes were wet with tears, as well as the last tent beside the bed, but she didn't dare to look, because she didn't know where the ghost was, and she was afraid that she wouldn't find him in the end. .

The breeze blew slowly, and someone passed by the top of the mountain. He cut down the weeds on both sides and stained the blood on the ground. For some reason, the man frowned, as if he was summoned by something, and he unconsciously walked to the top of the mountain.

The old friend has gone, and perhaps he has taken away another person who was tied to him. Suddenly, he felt a kind of hatred, guiding him, turned around, and flashed away to an unknown place...

Many years later, someone told a story that an evil spirit appeared on the top of the mountain many years ago. He often held a dark lantern in his hand in the middle of the night. The lantern was red, and the evil spirit was also covered in blood red. The passers-by asked one by one, saying that someone was coming here, and asked them when they could come. But no matter what you said, she kept asking, so scared that the passers-by would rather walk in a long circle outside the mountain than dare to go inside. Save some time on this winding road.

Later, I heard that a young man came one day. It is said that he was an expert in cultivating immortals. He went into the mountains late at night. I don’t know what he experienced. I just said that he stayed there until noon. The evil spirit never appeared again. Appeared, but the path on the mountain had been destroyed, the deep ravine was unknown how many feet deep, and the winding path could no longer reach the other side.

I don’t know how many years passed, and no one remembered anything about the mountain. One day, a woodcutter who was chopping wood accidentally fell into the ravine and was rescued by a sloppy old man. The woodcutter came home and said that he came from the mountain. It was a pity that no one in the village believed in him. It wasn’t until one day when the moon was full, a sword that covered the sky rose straight from the ravine to the sky, and the sloppy old man transformed into a man standing tall on the sky, that no one remembered what the woodcutter said. It's actually the truth.

Unfortunately, the sword light flashed, and the sky-covering giant sword went to nowhere, and the old man was never heard from again.

In the peak of summer on the mountain peak, the woodcutter always wanted to come up to have a look, but for several years, the old man never showed up again. Under the ravine, the woodcutter also hung up the rope, but when the rope was exhausted, he still could not fall to the bottom of the ravine. The sound of the wind was like a ghost crying and a wolf howling. If you listened carefully, it sounded like a hungry ghost trying to escape under the endless netherworld. The woodcutter was so frightened that he ran back. From then on, he couldn't afford to fall ill. He went to hell within two years.

The people in the village said that he was too stupid and insisted on seeing what happened, and then the mountain ghost took away his soul. But some people didn't think so. When the woodcutter was burying him, he took out a piece of red cloth from his arms. The red cloth was originally white but was dyed red by blood. The strange thing was that the blood had been stained for an unknown period of time, but it remained moist but never dried. It could not be washed away when placed in water, and it seemed to have a magical power when it touched a stranger. People unconsciously want to take a look in the ravine.

This man was even more surprised and did not dare to touch him at all. He was an old man in the village. When he was a child, he heard from the older generation that there were evil spirits in the mountains. Over the years, he was already half buried in the ground. Suddenly he remembered this. The legend broke out in a cold sweat.

The next day, I found a mage from a nearby temple and wanted to perform a ritual to bury the woodcutter and return the red cloth to him to avoid getting stained with anything.

But after the mage came, he stared at the red cloth for a long time, and then, like the woodcutter, he insisted on going to the mountain to have a look. Once he went there, he never came back. The masters in the temple came one after another, and they all He entered the forest and never came out.

No one in the village dared to go, so they reported it to the official, but no one heard from many soldiers who were sent in. The official was afraid of losing his reputation, so he ordered people to seal the mountain and never mention it again.

More than ten years later, the woodcutter's son grew up and sneaked into the mountains to avenge his father. However, he searched most of the mountain and even went down to look at the ravine, but he failed to meet the evil spirit he was looking for. , even the masters who entered the mountain back then, and the many officers and soldiers who entered later, did not have a single body left behind, only the cold mountain wind, which was biting to the bone in the middle of summer.

The woodcutter's son returned home and said goodbye to his mother. He said he was going to a famous mountain to become a disciple. He heard that many famous mountains had masters who cultivated immortals. If he came back after learning some skills, he might as well go into the mountains to see what was going on.

In this way, he visited the famous mountains around him, but because of his poor qualifications, no one was willing to accept him. Until one day, he was discouraged and wanted to return to the village to fulfill his filial piety to his mother, but he met a sloppy man at the entrance of the village. old man.

The old man had a smile on his face and said that he was destined to teach him a few moves so that he could visit the mountains in the future.

The woodcutter's son had been away from home for several years and had met many masters in spiritual practice. He knew that these people should not be judged by their appearance. In addition, this old man looked slovenly, but he was full of immortality and always had an indescribable mystery. He happily agreed.

The next day, the old man began to teach him. This lesson made the old man very angry. Not only did the woodcutter's son have mediocre qualifications, he was also not very smart. He couldn't quite figure out something even after being told it ten times, but he still persisted until the end. Don't waste your time on one thing.

In this way, the old man only taught for three days, leaving a lot of money and turned around and left. The woodcutter's son realized that he was too stupid and left in anger. He wanted to teach him well and could not betray his good intentions, and he only wanted to teach him. Go to that mountain to find out.

In this way, after the old man left, he worked day and night, relying on his perseverance, to practice the formulas left by the old man one by one. Decades later, he finally made some achievements. He also sent his mother away here, and even explored the mountain many times. , but got nothing every time.

One day, he suddenly felt that he shouldn't go on like this, so he explained to the people in the village, and then walked out of the mountains and came to the world. After twenty years and several ups and downs, he became famous and became famous.

Every time he is mentioned in Xuanmen, they say he is a rare genius. He has reached the holy level without a trace after practicing for less than a hundred years. And because of his good physique, he rarely uses Taoism or magical weapons when fighting others. He is more like an ordinary person. He wanted to compete with other warriors, so he was given the title of Martial Saint by a caring person.

For a time, Wu Sheng Jiang He rose to prominence in Xuanmen. In the following decades, his reputation became even more famous, and his cultivation reached the top of the holy level. One person and one body can block the other factions, and every move can lead to two paths of good and evil.

At this time, Emperor Yuan, who led the righteous path, came to him and asked him if he would be willing to join the world and become a true martial saint from then on. However, his heart was tied up. Over the years, he had been wanting to find that sloppy old man and teach him his profession. He had to repay his kindness, and since he had returned to his hometown a few years ago, he actually got a Nine-Heaven Divine Weapon under the ravine of the mountain peak.

The Nine Heavens Divine Weapon was a red sword with the word "red makeup" on it and the residual aura of the old man. He had carried it with him all these years and had been thinking about handing it back. Considering these, he did not agree to Emperor Yuan, but Emperor Yuan sincerely invited him, and since he had no background or sect, he naturally made several efforts. In the end, Wu Sheng Jianghe couldn't defeat Emperor Yuan, so he agreed to go and make a name for himself.

It was during this trip that Wu Sheng Jianghe met his mentor, the Spring and Autumn Emperor Luo Hongchen, in the Imperial Garden of the Five Emperors City.

After not seeing each other for more than a hundred years, Luo Hongchen had long forgotten his three-day teachings, but Wu Sheng Jiang He had engraved in his heart that he had never met the Spring and Autumn Emperor. He only heard his name and had always admired him. Finally, when he got the chance to meet him, it was actually he who taught him. mentor.

Luo Hongchen knelt down and kowtowed with a splash. Luo Hongchen was immediately puzzled. Everyone in the Imperial Garden was also confused. The old master Yin Taixu even frowned. When Jiang He understood the two sentences, everyone smiled at Luo Hongchen. Happy disciple.

Luo Hongchen didn't care. He was so lonely and free-spirited that he resented these common etiquette the most. How could it be that Wu Sheng Jianghe was relatively indifferent. Although he had a high level of cultivation, he still behaved a bit stiffly in front of Luo Hongchen.

Luo Hongchen didn't want to pay attention to him, but suddenly remembered where he was from. He had been to the old mountain peak several times. The most recent time, there was actually no spirituality in the ravine, and even the sword energy hidden in the edge was missing. Originally, I thought about going to investigate again in the next few days, but I was invited by the old master to come to the Emperor Garden, just in time to catch up with Wu Sheng Jiang He and they recognized each other.

After everything was over, in the tea room of the side hall, Luo Hongchen looked at the cheap disciple in front of him and thought to himself that he was so stupid that he could achieve such an achievement. Those talented disciples of the famous mountain sect actually thought that there were only five people among them. He couldn't help but recognize this named disciple.

Wu Sheng Jiang He was overjoyed immediately, kowtowed to become his master, and then started talking about the past. When he talked about secrets, he flashed his hand and took out the red sword from his palace. Before he could elaborate, Luo Hongchen reached out to interrupt him and asked How did he take it out and warned him not to move it lightly.

Jiang He was puzzled, but he naturally obeyed the teacher's words, so he took a wooden box to contain the sword, and then sent it back to his hometown as Luo Hongchen said. However, after sending it back, the sword with red makeup still came out of his own hands and was out of control.

Helpless, he tried hard to suppress it, and then negotiated with Luo Hongchen to seal it in the Hongchen Zi Mansion, which was the so-called illusion that held back the Demon King before.

The two sealed it and Luo Hongchen personally took care of it. He had no intention of releasing it. After all, there was a weapon spirit inside the red sword, and it was an evil spirit dormant. Although it was a nine-day magic weapon, it could resist the ancient magic weapon, and the evil spirit was still there. The spirit is inherently infatuated, and many times it is even more extreme. It will inevitably mess up the mind of the sword holder. Even if he has extraordinary abilities and cannot pass his level, he will not be able to escape the bewitchment of his inner demons, and will eventually become a sword slave and be sucked out of his body. Blood.

How many high-level cultivators of Xuanmen had hidden inner demons when they passed by the mountain, and were bewitched by the sword spirit, devouring their entire cultivation. Luo Hongchen also thought about killing him in one fell swoop, but every time he killed him, he thought of that evil spirit. It was originally the infatuated woman who was transformed after her death. Although the woman's soul was gone and even her soul and true spirit no longer existed, it was her flesh and blood after all. Luo Hongchen couldn't bear it in the end and couldn't do it, so he could only use Changli Sword sealed it off.

Hongzhuang and Changli were originally a couple, and sleeping under the ravine was considered their final destination. However, who knew that the Changli Sword was attacked by someone else? It was unknown who planted the trick. When Luo Hongchen worshiped him, he encountered the sword intent coming out of the sky. , after several methods, not even the Xuantian Dharma Image could stop him at all.

Helpless, Luo Hongchen had been guarding him for several years, something big happened in Xuanmen, he had to leave temporarily, and the means he left behind were destroyed by someone unknown. When he came back, he killed people, and the evil spirit flourished, Luo Hongchen thought. To remedy the situation, something unexpected happened again in Xuanmen. When he left, he saw the Changli Sword in Mo Wenjian’s hand.

At that time, Mo Wenjian was very energetic and one of the three famous swordsmen of the Jianyin Sect. Although he was the youngest, he had learned the true meaning of swordsmanship. Luo Hongchen had a talent he loved, so he hid everything, and even became friends with Mo Wenjian, and taught him in the name of derivation. Many ways to distance.

Mo Wenjian was also a great talent. His three swords of heaven, earth and man were solitary. It was like the uninhabited realm in Xuanmen. Except for Cangyun Emperor Bai Ganyi, there was almost no one who could stand between good and evil at that time, but that was In this way, when he was at his peak, no one knew who had plotted against him. All the meridians in his body were cut off, the two palaces of the Purple God were smashed, and the soul was directly expelled. After being lucky enough to be rescued, he drew the ground as a prison and tied himself in the ancestor's ancestral hall never to be seen again.

When Luo Hongchen heard about this, he wanted to go to visit and relieve his knot together, but when he saw that Jian Yinmen had fallen, he thought that Mo Wenjian had died with him, and he didn't want to appear in Thunder Mountain now. The Changli Sword mysteriously disappeared. By chance, he returned to Mo Wenjian's hands, and his cultivation level was even better than before. I'm afraid Bai Qianyi was here at this moment, and he might be among his peers.

Helpless, Luo Hongchen had no choice but to take out the sword with red makeup. Once the red makeup came out, the Changli Sword would always be controlled. Without special means to apply secret techniques, even the person holding the sword would be indirectly controlled. This was why he could rest assured just now. Asking Ji Yao to face Mo Wenjian, after all, he had reserved some methods of long-distance at the beginning, but did not fully teach Mo Wenjian. He only considered leaving a back-up.

But who would have expected that as soon as the Xiangsi Sword Formation was used, Mo Wenjian seemed to be trapped, and Luo Hongchen arrived just in time, the sword formation was actually countered by Chang Li, and it was not a technique left by him, but more like the sword itself. Both of them The reflection of each other trapped the three of them in the formation, and Luo Hongchen was even more suppressed than the two of them.