Fengyunlu

The young man walked to Bo Liangzi lightly, without any hesitation or words, staring at him straight, his eyes as deep as the sea, neither humble nor arrogant. His steps were light, but as steady as a mountain, and he stood still without a sound.

"Are you his descendant?" Bo Liangzi opened his lips slightly, with a hint of apology in his voice. That questioning look was like a gust of wind, quietly brushing across the heart and creating ripples.

The young man didn't rush to answer, but took another step forward. He was still calm and composed, staring at Bo Liangzi with eyes like nails, as if he wanted to see through him.

Bo Liangzi frowned, as if he remembered something, and sighed softly: "It's been so many years, and I don't know what happened to him later, or whether he is still alive."

The young man walked forward again, still without saying anything, but picked up a gleaming sword from the ground. He gently stroked the sword with his fingers, his eyes showing a bit of vicissitudes, as if he was recalling the past.

Bo Liangzi looked at him, as if he understood something, nodded, then opened a wooden box and took out a token as black as ink. It was engraved with complex patterns and exuded a faint demonic aura.

This is the legendary Heavenly Demon Order, the token of the ancestor of the Demon Mountain of the Ten Thousand Demons. It is said that more than ten years ago, a big battle took place in the Ten Thousand Demons, and the ancestor of the Demon Mountain disappeared, and many of his disciples were killed or injured. The Hidden Sword Sect took the opportunity to beat up the Demon Sect with the people of the righteous path, and the evil sect was seriously injured, and it was unable to recover for a while.

"Now that you are here, just do it if you want revenge." Bo Liangzi said calmly, holding the token in his hand, but the apology and complexity in his eyes could not be hidden.

"I can't beat you." The young man finally spoke in a deep and powerful voice, and then he put away his sword.

It turns out that this young man is Zhu Chunhua who left that year. He disappeared without a trace in these years, and now his cultivation is so deep that even Bo Liangzi can't figure it out.

"But you still came." Bo Liangzi spoke again, with a bit of helplessness and emotion, and threw the token to Zhu Chunhua.

Zhu Chunhua took the token, glanced at the location of his elder brother Xuantian Faxiang, and said calmly: "I can't help it. My practice is not enough. I want to come back and take a look."

"You have a treasure that hides your cultivation level, so I can't figure you out. Tell me your cultivation level, and I will fight you at the same level, without any regrets, whether I live or die." Bo Liangzi's eyes were filled with even more apology, and he tried to ask.

"No need for that. You've even forgotten what I look like, so how much do you remember about what happened back then?" Zhu Chunhua smiled lightly, turned around and walked away slowly, his figure getting farther and farther away.

Bo Liangzi didn't say anything, nor did he stop him. He just watched quietly, as if he saw the young man from that year, walking away step by step and disappearing in the fog.

After a while, a voice floated from the mountain: "I'll take this sword with me. I'll come back in the future. Bo Liangzi, Jianyinmen, just wait..."

The valley was empty, and only the faint voice could be heard floating around, as if it was the only voice left in the world. On the Jianya cliff, Bo Liangzi sighed softly, and that sigh was full of helplessness and traces of time. Then he slowly stood up, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, his figure became more and more blurred, and finally disappeared.

Since then, Bo Liangzi has always had a demon in his heart, like a shadow, growing stronger and stronger, like weeds growing wildly. He was confused and didn't know when Zhu Chunhua would come back, nor how to take revenge. He just knew that there was a super powerful guy who had been holding an old account, like a sword hanging over his head, which could fall at any time.

Bo Liangzi had no choice but to practice in seclusion. For fifty years, he fought his inner demons day and night and studied swordsmanship. Finally, fifty years later, he broke through and reached the highest realm of swordsmanship, no self and no sword. His self-created Qingfeng Xulai swordsmanship was also amazing. The sword intent flowed like water, and it was truly a great achievement. Because of his achievements, Jianyin Sect became famous and surpassed all the orthodox sects. Even those old-fashioned sects could not compare. Jianyin Sect was extremely popular for a while.

Later, Bo Liangzi began to accept disciples and taught two of them. These two disciples also worked hard to practice, and from knowing nothing, they became two great men, Xie Qingshan and Cui Baifa. They were also very famous in the Xuanmen, and few people dared to fight them head-on. They became legends of kendo.

However, Bo Liangzi was still not satisfied with these two disciples. Xie Qingshan was too cold, as if nothing mattered to him; Cui Baifa was too dull, like a piece of wood, without any life. In this way, the two of them probably wouldn't go far, and it would be difficult for them to take on important tasks and become real leaders in the future.

Bo Liangzi taught them countless times, but it was useless. In the end, he could only hope that they would find the answer in the mortal world. However, they had been practicing for so many years, and they had made a lot of achievements and improved their cultivation, but their state of mind was still the same, as if there was a transparent wall blocking them and they just couldn't get through.

Bo Liangzi was anxious. If they continued to practice, the murderous aura in the sword path would become more and more serious, and they would fall into the pit of the inner demon, and finally even lose themselves. Bo Liangzi himself was an experienced person, and he knew how terrible the inner demon was. If it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have become the supreme master of the magic path long ago, and there would be no Jianyin Sect.

Xie Qingshan and Cui Baifa were forced into seclusion by Bo Liangzi. Thirty years have passed, and their hostility has decreased a lot, but their obsession is still the same. They just don't understand the principles of forgetting emotions and having no self, and Bo Liangzi can do nothing but let them experience it themselves.

Bo Liangzi shook his head secretly, maybe his level was limited and he couldn't teach a better apprentice, or maybe the two of them were too successful and had never experienced real setbacks. In short, Bo Liangzi decided that the two of them would not be able to take on important tasks in the future. He himself was old and his days were numbered. If he didn't make a breakthrough, he would have to die. But who could tell in Xuanmen? He could only sigh, and the future of Jianyinmen could only be found in another way.

Although Bo Liangzi's son is an adult and has a high level of cultivation, how can the sect's important tasks take family affection into consideration? The children left by his wife cannot inherit the Taoist tradition. The other disciples of Jianyin Sect are either not virtuous enough or have low levels of cultivation. Most of their peers are not here. Bo Liangzi is really worried. The future is full of unknowns.

There was no other way, Bo Liangzi could only run around the world, trying to find a reliable successor to take over his business. But although there were many talented people in the world, few of them caught his eye. Even if there were a few good ones, they were not as good as the two proud students he personally trained. Time passed day by day, and in a blink of an eye, ten years had passed without finding a suitable one. Bo Liangzi was so desperate.

At this critical moment, Jianyin Sect suddenly exploded, saying that a young man who had returned from overseas, holding a legendary magic weapon, broke the Jianyin Sect's mountain protection formation with one sword. This person threw a token on the mountain and threatened revenge. This news was like a thunderclap, shocking everyone in Jianyin Sect.

When Bo Liangzi heard the news, he sighed and felt that the stone in his heart that had been there for many years moved again. Every move of this young man seemed to tickle his heart, making him want to find a successor even more. He knew that the days ahead would be difficult, and he didn't have much time to prepare. After all, Zhu Chunhua must have been sure of his ability if he dared to show up, otherwise he wouldn't have disappeared for two hundred years.

As expected, when Zhu Chunhua appeared, Jianyin Sect was like a hornet's nest. It wasn't about how high his cultivation was, the key was that his moves were too weird. As long as the disciples of Jianyin Sect went out, no matter how high their cultivation was, he would attack them by surprise. Either he would destroy your cultivation, or he would throw you into the mortal world and make you unable to return to Xuanmen.

In less than half a year, dozens of Jianyinmen disciples were defeated, from Saint-level masters to junior disciples who had just entered the sect, and were attacked whenever they went out. Jianyinmen couldn't do anything to him, because Zhu Chunhua's cultivation level was probably only slightly comparable to Bo Liangzi's.

The disciples of Jianyin Sect were so scared that they dared not go out, but the senior masters were not convinced. Bo Liangzi's several junior brothers joined forces, but were ambushed by Zhu Chunhua twice, six of them were disabled, and two of them died directly.

However, these veteran masters were not pushovers. During the second sneak attack, they also seriously injured Zhu Chunhua. In the next two or three years, the Hidden Sword Sect was relatively quiet, but Bo Liangzi was even more worried because he knew Zhu Chunhua would not give up.

Three years later, the Five Emperors City held a Fengshan ceremony, and the Jianyin Sect had to go to join in the fun. Bo Liangzi took his disciples there, leaving two junior brothers to look after the house, two major disciples to practice in seclusion, and the only son also stayed in the mountain.

The Five Emperors City was bustling with activity, but the mountain of the Hidden Sword Sect was not peaceful. Zhu Chunhua came alone, crippled everyone, and only took Bo Liangzi's son away. Three months later, a large lantern floated back, with a green stone coffin hanging underneath. Bo Liangzi opened the stone coffin, and his son was already dead. His son had been without a mother since childhood, and practiced with him all his life, never causing trouble, but in the end he paid off his lifelong debt for him.

Bo Liangzi suppressed his grief and picked up the letter from his son's chest. There were two lines of handwriting on it and no name. But his hands were shaking and he felt so painful in his heart that he couldn't even express it.

The tip of the sword lightly slashed, and the blue blade swept across the sky, but in the end, it could not leave many shadows. If Xu Laijun was not around, the world would be less warm and more cold. Bo Liangzi, whose real name was Xu, had a son named Xu Lai. His life's work, Qingfeng Xu Lai, was named after his son. He wanted to pass on the sword through blood, but unfortunately his son knew nothing about swordsmanship, and only learned 30% to 40%, which was far behind the two apprentices.

His son, however, was determined to become stronger, and vowed not to marry, have children, or care about worldly affairs until he had mastered the way of the sword. He often secluded himself under the Sword Cliff, and after more than two hundred years, he was still a Saint-level Wuxiang. He had not learned much of the Sword Hidden Sect's unique skills, and could not even comprehend his father's moves, let alone the continuation of his bloodline.

Bo Liangzi regretted it. His uncle rescued him, but although he killed the demon elephant, he failed to save Zhu Chunguang. This revenge came to his door, and he asked his son to pay for his father. Bo Liangzi's inner demons came together, and the cold wind blew. He pointed his sword at the world, vowing to end the hatred in his heart. After searching for a long time, he finally faced Zhu Chunhua, but he fought three times, and was distracted by Zhu Chunhua's inner demons every time, and was finally injured.

The strange thing is that Zhu Chunhua never killed them all each time, but left after the fight. The last time, he even returned the sword to Bo Liangzi and turned away. Bo Liangzi held the sword and felt that it had become dull, just like his swordsmanship, which was bright on the outside but rotten on the inside. Disturbed by the inner demon, his life's hard work finally went astray.

The evil spirit was hidden in the sword, and the murderous intention was surging. Bo Liangzi became as his name suggested. He practiced the magic sword all his life. Suddenly, he had an epiphany and left sadly. From then on, he never sought revenge or mentioned the past again. The Sword Hidden Sect thus ushered in a brand new decade.

Ten years later, Xie Qingshan and Cui Baifa came out of seclusion and traveled all over the world to find the secret. The disciples of Jianyin Sect followed suit and vindicated the people of the world. Bo Liangzi once again stepped into the world of mortals, hoping to find a true successor, a chance to resolve everything.

Ten years later, Jianyin Sect became famous and truly became the leader of the righteous sect, restoring some of the original purpose of Xuanmen. Zhu Chunhua, who caused all this, became famous overseas in the past ten years. Both the righteous and evil sects knew about this evil star who even Bo Liangzi couldn't do anything to. He was therefore named Overseas Kunlun.

Another twenty years later, the Han Sect rose to prominence, and its leader, Yu Zhongren, was a figure who swept across everything. He had not practiced for a long time, and his origins were unknown, but his cultivation was extremely high, and even Bai Qianyi, the top Xuan Sect at that time, could only beat him by half. The Han Sect he led swept across the evil ways, with 55 top masters and tens of thousands of disciples under his command. He was so majestic that he could even suppress the righteous ways, becoming another overlord who fought against the world in the name of the Demon Sect after the Wanmo Abyss.

The rise of the Han Clan marks the arrival of a new era! The great battle between good and evil is imminent. Once it starts, it means that we will have to live a restless life for ten years. During these long ten years, the Han Clan is like a magnet, attracting heroes from all walks of life. The leader of the clan, the prisoner, is extremely powerful and talented, overshadowing the old ancestor of the Demon Mountain. The entire evil world is shaken, and the unprecedented period of unification has almost become the world of the Han Clan.

At this moment, a bunch of disciples were scrambling to join the Han Sect, and many evil groups also joined in. The prisoner's leader was bold and reformed the old rules. He replanned the organizational structure of the Han Sect and created many halls to accommodate the growing number of people. Later, he held a general election. The positions of the hall master, hall master, and pavilion master were all elected by everyone. Only ability was considered, and background, grudges, etc. were irrelevant. In this process, all the disciples either resolved their previous grudges on the spot, or dueled to decide the winner, or reconciled. In short, there should be harmony in the sect and no barriers.

Most disciples join a hall voluntarily and can choose a leader based on their own interests and aspirations. But once they have chosen, they cannot change it at will. Their future success or failure depends entirely on their own abilities. In the sect, no matter how big or small the disciples are, rewards and punishments are open and fair, and no favoritism or corruption is allowed.

In order to maintain the discipline and dignity of the Han family, the rules of the family are particularly strict. Anyone who dares to collude secretly or sneak around will be hit with all their strength and no mercy. This tough approach allows the Han family to maintain its purity and combat effectiveness, and has always been stable in the battle between good and evil.