Fengyunlu

Just this sentence made the Xiangsi Sword Formation tremble three times.

Fairy Ji Yao's eyes trembled, she raised her head with some disbelief and some hope, staring straight at Mo Wenjian without saying a word, only the slightly turbulent dress represented her unconcealed feelings at the moment.

Luo Hongchen also turned his head at the same time, his eyes brightened. He looked at Mo Wenjian with complicated eyes, but Mo Wenjian moved slightly.

"Oh~ you still recognized me!" Sighing, Mo Wenjian took a step forward and looked at Ji Yao with endless tenderness.

Fairy Ji Yao was stunned at this time. No wonder he kept holding on to his hand just now. Whenever she was in danger, he always gave her some breathing space. For a long time, you came and went, and it was like feeding the moves between moves. She never thought of it. The enemy just now was now her close uncle in the blink of an eye. Such a contrast made her not sure how to face it.

Not to mention that the uncle in front of her was originally one of the three swordsmen of the Jianyin Sect, but now he has joined the Han Sect. All the signs of the catastrophe that year and the catastrophe of the Feng family are related to him.

Among them, let’s not mention the Jianyin Sect for the moment, nor the fact that he joined a poor family, but let’s talk about the great disaster of the Feng family, the calamity of her old friend’s family, and the unjust death of her sister Fairy Ji Long.

This was a grudge or a blood debt that should be punished, but it happened that the culprit was none other than her dear uncle whom she had just learned about.

How to report?

How to apply?

Is it killing?

Let it go?

still is……

Fairy Ji Yao's eyes were tangled, and she didn't know whether she should go forward or backward. Her old friends and their husbands took care of her, her sister had been dependent on each other since she was a child, and her only niece was also asleep now, and she might also die in the end. soon……

Blood feuds hate blood relatives the most. Nothing can make people feel better. Fairy Ji Yao is like this now. Looking at Mo Wenjian, her hands are trembling slightly. They are supposed to recognize each other, but at this moment, they are cold and have a faint murderous intent. Turn.

The cold wind suddenly blew up in the Xiangsi Sword Formation, blowing everyone. For a moment, no one said anything, they just looked and waited, waiting for Fairy Ji Yao to speak.

For a long time, Fairy Ji Yao stared at Mo Wenjian with cold eyes. She raised her hands gently and then lowered them slowly. After putting them down, she slowly raised them again...

Finally, the crimson sword with red makeup was gently held in Fairy Ji Yao's hand. The satin white Xuan Ling also began to flutter and tremble. The two magic weapons contained hidden power and were ready to be used.

Mo Wenjian's eyes did not move, he looked at Fairy Ji Yao tenderly, and just looked at her without saying a word for a long time.

Finally, the red sword moved slightly, and the satin-white Xuan Ling slowly moved forward. Fairy Ji Yao finally took a step forward.

She finally made a decision in her heart, where did the so-called uncle come from? Compared with her sister who had been miserable since she was a child, this uncle she had never met was nothing. Compared with her old friend's friendship for many years, this uncle who suddenly appeared was nothing. Compared to her only little niece, her blood-vengeful uncle is nothing...

Kill!

Deserve to be punished! !

It's time to make a break...

However, she wanted to ask and find out what kind of confusion was hidden between these great feuds.

Why does God want to make things so difficult for her? He wants her to be lonely all her life. She can't ask for marriage, can't ask for love, can't ask for a family relationship. Blood is thicker than water and is almost far away. Old friends are more or less absent...

Now, she suddenly learned that her blood relative was right in front of her, but he was the enemy she had been looking for so hard. She couldn't kill him, couldn't keep him, couldn't love him, couldn't reason with him, couldn't handle justice, and finally couldn't find him in his heart...

She hates it so much!

I hate that my life is miserable, and I hate that my life is so tiring!

My parents are exhausted to death, and they are exhausted to have each other as companions. I am even more exhausted that my relatives and friends have no one to protect them. I am also exhausted that it is difficult to continue the bloodline.

Of course, there was also the lingering feeling in her heart, the lonely and infatuated feeling in the Jiuxia Stream at the bottom of Luoshen Peak, where she didn't know whether it was life or death, success or failure.

Also, right now on Thunder Mountain, that little boy is ill-fated and has both blessings and misfortunes. That boy doesn’t know what the future will bring, but his past has been the most bitter of hardships. How will he go about his days in the future? Can she be with her little niece in pairs, and can she lead her little niece out of the mud...

Fairy Ji Yao couldn't help but ask herself about all this...

Until the sword in her hand advanced a little further and the Xuan Ling fluttered again, Fairy Ji Yao still didn't have a real answer.

However, her state of mind gradually became desolate, and she finally gained a glimmer of understanding.

Ding~

Something slowly cracked between the spiritual platforms, and the aura around him slowly rose, until the Xuan Ling transformed into a white dragon and came out of the water, and the red makeup sword moved again to turn the Nine Phoenix Chaoyi. From this, the two magical powers were born. rise, and merge into one...

bang~

With a dull sound, Fairy Ji Yao's cultivation level rose. There was also a great silence in the dejection, and she condensed into the Tao. The Hunyuan realm has entered another level. The true essence in her body is so solid that the Zifu Immortal Fate is even more... With the agreement, even the soul of Shen Mansion was in chaos.

At this point, Fairy Ji Yao's Hunyuan Realm has been extinguished for the third time with the Purple Xuan Erqi. With such cultivation and the Taiyin Holy Body, although it is inferior to Lei Gong and Bai Ximo, it is enough to fight with it. Not to mention giving too much, it seems to be a truly top-notch practice.

"Longhan Catastrophe!!" Mo Wenjian couldn't help but admired.

After that, he murmured as if he was giving some advice or talking to himself: "It turns out that Cangyun and Yaochi are really related. Jiufeng Chaoyi and Bailong Chushui actually corresponded to this ancient catastrophe. I think the ancestors of his two families suffered at the beginning. It’s a big change, maybe it’s another huge conspiracy…”

After Mo Wenjian finished speaking, he turned slightly to the side and faced Fairy Ji Yao. His face was calm, and his eyes seemed to be a little relieved and a little more calm. However, he waited quietly but nothing came.

The killing blow that was within sight a few feet in front of him suddenly dispersed. In the thick fog, the long dragon looked back and the white phoenix turned upside down. The shadowy shadows of the Holy Spirit that followed closely gradually faded away. Finally, Hong Yuan's murderous intention It disappeared instantly, as if Hongmeng's Taoism also collapsed in an instant.

Fairy Ji Yao put down her sword. She finally wanted to give him a chance to defend herself.

However, he said nothing.

Mo Wenjian's eyes were distant, as if he deserved his crime, and as he felt at the moment, it would be a relief to die in the hands of his relatives.

But he glanced at Fairy Ji Yao again and saw some tears flashing in her eyes. He suddenly woke up. Now he had to understand that he still had many things to do, and even in the end he couldn't figure out what he was doing. Everything you do is right or wrong.

He still made a choice, the same choice as three hundred years ago, even if no one understands, even if he can't say it, even if...

In short, he is always him! !

"Do you want to hear it?" Mo Wenjian suddenly spoke, with too many words in his eyes that he wanted to explain.

Fairy Ji Yao nodded gently without saying a word, but the tears in her eyes expressed her feelings at the moment. She wanted to hear what could not be explained in this.

"Okay." Mo Wenjian nodded and spoke slowly: "When your mother was kidnapped, someone came to the door and asked me if I wanted to find my sister. I didn't say anything, I just kept saying Nod in confirmation."

"That man..." Mo Wenjian said, Fairy Ji Yao listened attentively, and Luo Hongchen and Ling Xuan'er also accompanied her.

There is a saying that the world has its own affairs, and it is hard for anyone to explain it. When Mo Wenjian talked about the past, his eyes finally became moist, no longer the indifference before, nor the darkness before, even he The hidden edge also became much softer as he spoke, but when he talked about the emotional part or the hateful part, he didn't feel a slight tremor or an incomparable coldness.

It turns out that his surname, Mo Wenjian, was not Mo at first, but the same as his sister, which was the surname of Fairy Ji Yao's mother, Mingyue. They were two siblings, the eldest Mingyue was a lady, and the second Mingtai was also a handsome young man.

I didn't expect that a mysterious person would suddenly come one day. The person was cold and a little scary, and he insisted on taking him to practice Taoism. His parents were officials in the court, and they studied the teachings of sages. Although they didn't understand Taoism. Talk about one or two, but the man looked like an evil sycophant, so he naturally refused to agree, so he actually took action. Both his parents were killed, and his sister Mingyue was kidnapped by him. He Mingtai was young at the time and did not have any mysterious skills. , no amount of ideas is useless.

He cried heartbreakingly, but could only hold hatred to no avail. Finally, he remembered the Taoism and had some hope in his heart, so he walked out of the house and wanted to find a famous mountain to learn from his master, but he was too old at the time. Young, how far can you go at the age of ten?

None of the nearby famous mountains would accept him. For some reason, when those Xuanmen sects saw his qualifications, their eyes lit up, but in the end they shook their heads and sighed, coldly turning him away. No matter how he requested, they would never accept him. Pay attention.

Helpless, Mingtai returned home at that time, thinking of selling his ancestral home in exchange for money, and trying his luck in a farther place, but he was worried about the family property. The young child could not keep his foreign wealth, and his relatives, friends and neighbors were also worried. None of them helped, and some even helped outsiders, seeing their parents' family property about to be taken away.

Fortunately, her sister came back suddenly and brought back an expert from outside the world. Zhu Chunhua solved everything without saying a word and even accepted his sister as a disciple. Although she taught Xuan Gong by name, Mingtai was determined to become a disciple at that time, but that Zhu Chunhua said that he was not in his own way and that others would come to take him as disciples in the future.

Mingtai knew that he was a noble man and that what he said must be true, so he followed his instructions and stayed at home to wait. Unexpectedly, after waiting for forty years, no one came, but he contracted a serious illness and passed away in a few days. .

After that, he felt as if he was in the underworld. Someone called him in his ear. The voice gradually became clearer, and he gradually opened his eyes.

In front of the cliff at the top of the mountain, sword energy crisscrossed the mountain, and tens of thousands of swords were inserted upside down on a broken mountain peak. At his feet was the sword cliff of the ruined mountain where the Jian Yinmen sect, the head of Xuanmen's righteous path, was located.

Mingtai looked at it slowly, as if he had passed away in another life. He was obviously dead, could it really be that he had been separated in another life?

The question was finally solved. The old man in front of him was dressed in a dark green Taoist robe with an immortal spirit. He was gently swinging a fly whisk in his hand. Watching him slowly wake up, he asked with a smile: "Are you afraid?"

"Who are you?" Mingtai replied coldly, his eyes full of caution, but the next moment he remembered something again, and looked at the old man with some expectation.

The old Taoist looked at him and said slowly: "If I accept you as my disciple, I will be your master. If you don't want to, then I will send you back to the Netherworld. You and I are just passers-by."

"I do." At the age of fifty, Mingtai knew his destiny, but he always had an obsession in his heart. He worshiped the Xuanmen and found the ghost king to avenge himself.

The old Taoist smiled and nodded: "Okay, then just follow me."

Mingtai followed him in a daze...

Fifty years later, Mingtai became a disciple of Xuanmen and was accepted as a closed disciple by the leader of the righteous swordsmanship, Emperor Qingfeng, Bo Liangzi, the supreme swordsman in the world. From then on, he had a Taoist name. When practicing swordsmanship, the name of Mingtai was given by his parents. Some of the wisdom of Bodhi is not the same as that of Taoism. Bo Liangzi took its true meaning and turned it into the name of Taoism. The Taoist name is Mowenjian, which has nothing to do with the Buddhist concept of "Bodhi." The tree, the mirror is not a stand, there is never anything, no matter where the dust is, they echo each other, which means he has not forgotten the names of his parents.

At this point, Bo Liangzi taught him everything, and he learned 90% of Xu Lai's Qingfeng. In another ten years, Mo Wenjian became famous. Among the three swords of heaven, earth and man, he was the most advanced. Although he had the shortest time to get started, he could His cultivation level far surpassed that of his two senior brothers, and within the sect, only Bo Liangzi could barely suppress him.

Mo Wenjian went out again, and this time he got a piece of the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon Changli Sword. The Changli Sword came from outside the sky and passed by, but he didn't know where he was going in the end.

Mo Wenjian had a feeling in his heart, and felt that this sword was destined to him. When the human Dao Qingfeng moved, the Changli sword immediately sensed it, and even took the initiative to return it to his hand. With a slight swing, Changli became excited.

Mo Wenjian has a Tao in his heart. The so-called Hundred Ways of Swordsmanship are also the ways of the world. The Changli Sword is named Changli because it naturally understands the true meaning of the world best. Divine weapons have spirits. It is difficult to find a master after they have a master. Therefore, Mo Wenjian is around. .

With this help, Mo Wenjian's reputation has grown even more. Everyone in the Xuanmen knows that he is the next emperor of the Jianyin Sect because of his Yi Jian Guhan. However, Mo Wenjian is persistent in his heart and wants to find his sister. I am going to the Fairy and Demon Island to avenge my blood.

It's just that there are many helpless things in the world. Mo Wenjian followed Bo Liangzi's guidance and found the residence of Zhu Chunhua in Kunlun, but the island was empty of people. Zhu Chunhua was discharged and his sister was missing.

Unknown to her relatives, he traveled all over the world in an attempt to find any trace of her sister. However, after searching for a long time and still not knowing where he was concerned, Mo Wenjian became murderous and decided to take revenge first.

On the Immortal and Demonic Island, with one man and one sword, he pushed through the entrenched defenses of the poor families, and finally reached the main altar hall. Seeing that he was extraordinary, the people in prison were full of admiration in their eyes, and even gave special orders to call the ghost king Wandering Soul to come and confront each other. The words are the same, his parents were really killed by the ghost king, and the Han family would not interfere in the life-and-death fight between the two. If not, the Han family would help him find out.

Mo Wenjian was arrogant at the time and agreed wholeheartedly, but who knew that there were two pairs in the hall, and with the testimony of others, his parents' great enmity actually had a hidden agenda...