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But now Mo Wen's sword was serious. Fairy Ji Yao swung her sword away and immediately changed swords. The red sword came out, sword light flashed in all directions, and the Acacia Formation was activated. The invisible sword net absorbed all the sword energy of Mo Wen's sword, locking it in the sword net and not letting it out.

"Girl, please step back first. I have something to ask him." Luo Hongchen interrupted at this time. His sloppy figure walked to the front of the sword formation and frowned.

"late."

Next to the Nine Heavens Thunder Pool.

Mo Wenjian said softly, with a bit of sadness in his eyes: "Red makeup has love, long separation has hatred, infatuated lovers are sad about lovesickness. What is left behind by this lovesickness sword formation is not the sword, but the person who uses the sword."

His words were soft, as if he was reminiscing about the past, but in the sword formation they were like the sound of Sanskrit, disturbing the hearts of the two people.

One old and one young, Luo Hongchen had a dull look in his eyes, and Fairy Ji Yao was also thinking. They were each thinking about the person in their hearts, perhaps worried about him or her, or perhaps missing him.

Someone was walking hurriedly by in a fluttering white robe and long sleeves.

I didn't leave, nor did I wait. When I looked back, I saw a lonely figure, depressed and hazy, as if he had never been there, but also as if he had never left.

The mountain road is winding, and someone is thinking about it.

The dim lantern barely illuminated the unclear face, which seemed very anxious. She didn't know if he could come back, or when he would come back. It was late at night, and the breeze blew the weeds, as if reminding her that in the wind and rain, what she was waiting for might not be what she wanted.

Suddenly someone trembled slightly, and her tears wet her clothes and the curtains at the head of the bed, but she didn't dare to look, because she didn't know where he was and was afraid that she would not be able to find him in the end.

The wind was light and the clouds were clear. Someone passed by the hilltop, cleared the weeds on both sides, and wiped the blood on the ground. For some reason, he frowned, as if attracted by something, and walked to the top of the hill unknowingly.

The old friend has gone, perhaps taking away another caring heart. Suddenly, a kind of hatred guided him, turned around, and disappeared towards an unknown place...

Many years later, someone told this story, saying that there was an evil spirit on the mountain in the early years, who often carried a dark red lantern in the middle of the night. The lantern was bright red, and the evil spirit was also blood red. On that small road, she would ask passers-by one by one, asking them when they would arrive here. No matter how you answer, she will keep asking, and the passers-by would rather go around the mountain than save time on this winding road.

Later, I heard that a young man had come here, who was said to be a master of cultivation. He entered the mountain in the middle of the night, and no one knew what happened. I only knew that he stayed there until noon the next day. Since then, the evil spirit has never appeared again, but the path on the mountain has been destroyed, and the deep gullies are unknown how deep, and the winding path can no longer connect to the other side.

Many years passed, and no one remembered anything about the mountain. One day, a woodcutter fell into a ravine and was rescued by a dirty old man. The woodcutter went home and said that a fairy had come to the mountain, but no one in the village believed him. Until one day when the moon was full, a sword that covered the sky shot straight into the sky from the ravine, and the dirty old man turned into a man standing tall, and then everyone believed what the woodcutter said.

Unfortunately, the sword flashed, and the huge sword that covered the sky disappeared, and the old man was never heard from again. The woodcutter on the mountain always wanted to go and see him in the summer, but he didn't see the old man for several years. He tried to hang a rope, but the rope ran out and he couldn't get to the bottom of the ditch. The sound of the wind below was like the howling of ghosts and wolves. If you listen carefully, it's like hungry ghosts in the endless underworld trying to escape. The woodcutter was so scared that he ran home and died of illness soon after.

The villagers said he was a fool, and that he had to go and see what was going on, so he was captured by the mountain ghost. But some people didn't think so. They found a piece of red cloth in the woodcutter's arms. The originally white cloth was stained red with blood. The strange thing was that the blood had been there for who knows how long, but it was still moist and could not be washed off with water. It seemed to have a magical power when it came into contact with a living person, making people want to go to the ravine to take a look.

The man was so scared that he dared not touch the red cloth. He was an old man in the village. When he was a child, he heard from the older generation that there were evil spirits on the mountain. Over the years, he was half buried in the ground. Suddenly he remembered this legend and broke out in a cold sweat.

The next day, he found a monk from a nearby temple and wanted to perform a ritual to bury the woodcutter and return the red cloth to him. But after the monk saw the red cloth, he, like the woodcutter, wanted to see what was going on. He never came back. The monks from the temple came one after another and also went into the forest and never came out again.

No one in the village dared to go there, so they reported it to the government, and sent many soldiers in, but there was no news. The government official was afraid of losing his job, so he ordered the mountain to be sealed off and never mentioned it again.

More than ten years later, the woodcutter's son grew up and sneaked into the mountain to avenge his father. He went around most of the mountain and even went down to look in the gullies, but he didn't find the evil spirit. The masters who went into the mountain that year, and the officers and soldiers who came later, didn't return with a single corpse. There was only the cold mountain wind, which made people feel cold even in summer.

The woodcutter's son returned home, said goodbye to his mother, and said he was going to a famous mountain to learn from a master. He heard that there were masters who cultivated immortals on many famous mountains, so he learned some skills and went to the mountains to see what was going on.

So he visited the famous mountains nearby, but because of his poor qualifications, no one was willing to take him in. Until one day, he met a dirty old man at the entrance of the village.

The old man smiled and said that he had a connection with him, and he would teach him a few tricks so that he could go to the mountains in the future. The woodcutter's son had seen many masters of cultivation, and knew that he should not judge people by appearance. In addition, the old man looked dirty, but he had an air of immortality and an indescribable mystery. He happily agreed.

The old man began to teach him, but the woodcutter's son was mediocre and not very smart. He couldn't understand a thing even if he was told ten times, but he was still very stubborn and insisted on wasting his energy on one thing.

In this way, the old man taught him for three days, left some money, and turned away. The woodcutter's son knew that he was too stupid and made the old man angry. But he wanted to go to the mountains to find out the truth, so he practiced day and night.

Decades later, he finally achieved some success. During this period, he sent his mother away and explored the mountains many times, but each time he found nothing.

One day, he suddenly realized that he should not continue like this. So he explained his situation to the villagers, walked out of the mountains and came into the world. Twenty years later, he became famous and successful.

He was often talked about in the martial arts world, and they all said that he was a rare talent, who had reached the Saint level in less than a hundred years of practice. Because he was physically strong, he rarely used Taoist magic when fighting with others, nor did he use magic weapons, and fought more like a mortal warrior. So some people gave him the title of Martial Saint.

At that time, the Martial Saint Jiang He rose in the Xuan Sect, and his reputation became more and more famous. After several decades, his cultivation reached the peak of the Saint Rank, and he could resist the other faction alone, and his every move affected both the good and the evil.

At this time, Di Yuan, who was in charge of the affairs of the righteous path, came to him and asked if he was willing to join. In this way, he could truly become a martial saint and descend to the human world. But he was thinking about finding the sloppy old man to repay his teachings. In addition, when he returned home a few years ago, he found the changes in the mountain and got a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon.

The sword was all red, with the words "Hongzhuang" on it, and the old man's aura. He had been carrying the sword all these years, wanting to return it to the old man. Considering these, he did not agree to Diyuan. But Diyuan sincerely invited him, and he had no choice but to agree to go and put his name on it.

It was during this visit to the Imperial Garden that he met his mentor, the Spring and Autumn Emperor Luo Hongchen. After not seeing him for a long time, Luo Hongchen no longer remembered him, but Jiang He always remembered his mentor in his heart. When he kowtowed to thank him, Luo Hongchen was a little confused, and the others were also puzzled. Finally, Jiang He explained the whole story, and everyone congratulated Luo Hongchen for accepting a good apprentice.

Luo Hongchen didn't care much, he thought these customs were troublesome. But he remembered Jiang He's background and the mountain. He had planned to go and see it again, but he missed the opportunity because he was invited to the Imperial Garden. Jiang He and he happened to recognize each other, and the two of them solved the problem.

In the tea room of the side hall, Luo Hongchen looked at his disciple and thought that such a dumb person could achieve such success. He said, "Those genius children of famous sects think they are amazing, but they are nothing." After that, he accepted Jiang He as his nominal disciple.

Jiang He was so happy that he immediately kowtowed and became his disciple. Then he talked about the past, and when he mentioned the secret, he took out the Red Makeup Sword from the mansion. Before he could finish, Luo Hongchen interrupted him, asking him how he took it out and warned him not to act rashly.

Jiang He didn't understand, but since the teacher said so, he did it. He put the sword into a wooden box and sent it back to his hometown according to Luo Hongchen's instructions. Unexpectedly, after sending it back, the Red Makeup Sword ran out by itself and was out of control. He had to suppress it again, and later discussed with Luo Hongchen to seal it in the Red Dust Purple Mansion.

That was Luo Hongchen's world, and it was also the illusion that held the demon king back before. The two sealed the sword, and Luo Hongchen took care of it personally. He didn't want to release the sword again, because there was a weapon spirit inside, and it was an evil spirit. Although this sword was a nine-day divine weapon, it couldn't resist the ancient divine weapon. Moreover, the evil spirit was originally an infatuated woman, and many things were extreme, which could easily confuse people's minds and become sword slaves.

In the past, many Xuanmen masters had their inner demons attack when they passed by that mountain, were bewitched by the sword spirit, and their cultivation was devoured. Luo Hongchen also wanted to solve this matter, but every time he took action, he remembered that the evil spirit was originally a lovesick woman. He really couldn't do it, so he could only seal it with the Changli Sword.

Hongzhuang and Changli were originally a couple, but now they are separated. Sleeping in the ravine is also a destination, but there is a problem with the Changli sword. Luo Hongchen was worshipping at the beginning, but encountered a sword intent that appeared out of nowhere, and even Xuantian Dharma Image could not stop it. He could only take care of it temporarily, and then something big happened, so he had to leave. Unexpectedly, the means left behind were destroyed by someone, killing people. The evil spirit took the opportunity to cause chaos, and Luo Hongchen wanted to remedy it, but encountered more trouble.

Later, he heard that the Changli Sword appeared in Leiming Mountain and returned to Mo Wenjian's hands. Mo Wenjian was once one of the three famous swords of Jianyin Sect. Although he is old, his cultivation is better than before. No one in the world can match him, even the Cangyun Emperor Bai Qianyi may not be his opponent. I didn't expect that such a person would be plotted against, his cultivation destroyed, and he could only be imprisoned on the ground and never show up again.

When Luo Hongchen heard about this, he wanted to visit him and enlighten him. But after he left, Jianyin Sect declined. He thought Mo Wenjian was dead, but he didn't expect him to appear in Leiming Mountain and find Changli Sword back. Now that his cultivation is better, I'm afraid that Bai Qian may not be his opponent once he comes.

In a helpless mood, Luo Hongchen had to take out the sword named Hongzhuang. Once the Hongzhuang sword was unsheathed, it could suppress the power of Changli Sword. Usually, if no one mastered the special secret technique, even the person holding the Changli Sword would be subject to certain restrictions. It was for this reason that Luo Hongchen was relieved to let Ji Yao confront Mo Wenjian before. The reason why he did not teach the full meaning of Changli Sword to Mo Wenjian was out of a cautious consideration, hoping to keep some back-up in case of emergency.

However, he never expected that when the Acacia Sword Formation was launched, although Mo Wenjian seemed to be trapped, Luo Hongchen also happened to arrive at the scene. Unexpectedly, the sword formation was countered by Changli Sword. And this counterattack was not a method left by Luo Hongchen, but more like the magical power of the sword itself. The Changli Sword and the Hongzhuang Sword complemented each other and trapped the three of them in the sword formation. What was even more surprising was that although Luo Hongchen was motionless, he was more suppressed than the other two, as if he was firmly bound by an invisible force.

In the sword formation, Luo Hongchen felt an unprecedented restraint, as if he was being pulled by a mysterious force and could not break free. He was secretly amazed that there was such a mysterious connection between the Changli Sword and the Hongzhuang Sword.

Jiang He was extremely anxious when he saw this. He knew that Luo Hongchen's cultivation was unfathomable, but he didn't expect to be trapped in this sword formation. He tried to use the Taoist magic he had learned to break the sword formation, but every time he cast a spell, it was offset by the counterforce of the sword formation.

Mo Wenjian stood aside, looking calm, as if he had expected all this. He looked at Luo Hongchen, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and said, "Brother Luo, you and I are both swordsmen, why do we have to fight endlessly?"

Luo Hongchen was moved when he heard this. He understood that what Mo Wenjian said made sense. In this sword formation, the three of them were all masters of swordsmanship. If they could put aside their conflicts, they might be able to comprehend a higher realm of swordsmanship together.

So Luo Hongchen took a deep breath and said slowly: "Brother Mo, what you said makes sense. We are all born for the way of swordsmanship. Why don't we put aside our prejudices and discuss the true meaning of the way of swordsmanship together?"

Mo Wenjian smiled slightly and nodded. Seeing this, Jiang He also put away the Taoist magic in his hand, and the three of them began to exchange their experiences in the sword formation.

As time went by, the three gradually realized the higher realm of swordsmanship. The mysterious power between the Changli Sword and the Hongzhuang Sword gradually dissipated, and the sword formation began to loosen. In the end, the three worked together to completely break the sword formation.