Fengyunlu

"You guys need to stay here for a while." The words sounded as plain as boiled water, without even a tune, just like an old monk chanting sutras, but for some reason, as they listened, everyone stopped obediently, as if they were locked by an invisible chain.

Luo Hongchen was so regretful. He was so busy sending a message to Lei Gong for help that he forgot about the stubborn temper of this stupid disciple. Now Lei Gong came running over in a hurry. How could he look good when he saw that he was trapped in the sword formation? He had just attacked without mercy. Isn't this a good opportunity for the disciple to show off in front of the master?

Look at the Martial Saint Jiang He, his figure was floating in the sky, and with a flick of his finger, the legendary Changli Sword seemed to be nailed by some mysterious force, unable to move. At the same time, the shadow of the Martial Saint Jiang He appeared in front of everyone, as if he was everywhere, yet seemed untouchable.

The demon king, the cat demon, was relaxed on the other hand. He put aside all grudges with a smile and stood on the clouds with his hands behind his back, looking as if he was watching a play.

Ali and Zhuang Mo were also calm, as if nothing had happened. But Xue Ya and the others were not calm, their eyes were full of confusion, this situation was a bit confusing.

Luo Hongchen obviously showed mercy. As for what happened in the sword formation, no one knew, but it seemed that the other party let them go on purpose. It was indeed a bit confusing that Jianghe Wusheng jumped out to stop them at this time.

"Brother Jiang, what's the drama you're playing?" Blood Crow Master finally couldn't help but ask loudly. He knew that the Demon King had a special identity, so he had to say this himself.

Jiang He Wu Sheng ignored him and went straight to the Monster King: "Master Monster King, you have an extraordinary status in the Han Clan. Does what happened in Thunder Mountain this time represent the Han Clan's position?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his finger lightly, and the Changli Sword made a crisp sound. The force rushed along the sword and rushed straight to Mo Wenjian, trying to pull him down from the clouds. As soon as he used the clone technique, thirteen figures attacked together, and the scene suddenly became lively.

The thirteen figures moved in unison, each displaying their abilities; some fought, some chopped, and some blocked; in short, every move was ruthless, all close combat techniques.

But no matter how powerful Jianghe Wusheng was, his thirteen clones were no pushovers. Mo Wenjian waved his sword lightly, and the force was neutralized. When the sword energy burst out, the power was simply incredible.

The sharp edge of the Changli Sword flashed, and the power of the green blade was like a dragon, shuttling between the clouds, and it instantly dealt with the thirteen clones of the Jianghe Martial Saint.

The demon king cat demon smiled faintly again: "What about you, are you speaking for your master, or for the entire Imperial Garden?" The tone and attitude clearly showed that he looked down on Jiang He Martial Saint.

Martial Saint Jiang He was not too impressed by the noise in this place. He felt that with his master, the Spring and Autumn Emperor Luo Hongchen, around, other people's opinions were not important to him at all. As long as these people did not go too far and did not offend his master, he would turn a blind eye. He took a small step forward, with a relaxed smile on his face, and a hint of teasing in his tone: "Haha, the legendary demon king is so awesome. Now that I have seen him today, how can I not give it a try? I am itching to do it."

"Oh? You dare to challenge me?" The demon king smiled disdainfully, turned his head to look at A Li, shook his head gently, and said nothing more. The blood crows and the like nearby couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Hahaha... Brother Jiang, do you think that just because you are a Martial Saint, you can fight with our Demon King?" True Man Blood Crow looked down on him and laughed loudly, obviously he didn't know much about Jiang He's strength and background.

It's no wonder. They have never met each other. They have only heard of each other's legends. In the Xuanmen, the name of the Martial Saint is very famous, but here, the situation is completely different. The group of Blood Crow Master are from humble backgrounds, but they are masters. In addition, because of the grudge between A Li and Di Yuan, they look down on the people of Di Yuan. Even if you are a Martial Saint, even if you are Luo Hongchen's apprentice, as long as you have anything to do with Di Yuan, they will ridicule you.

This is why the Demon King didn't even look at him before. The Demon King's wife, A-li, was imprisoned in the Imperial Garden before. The grudges and hatreds, as well as the secrets, made the Demon King hate the people of the Imperial Garden. In addition, during the Jiazi War, the methods used by the Imperial Garden and Lu Xiao's negative comments about the Imperial Garden made the people of the poor family dislike the Imperial Garden. In the eyes of the poor family, even if you are a small character in the Xuanmen now, as long as you are not from the Imperial Garden, they are willing to look you in the eye. But if you are from the Imperial Garden, no matter how high your cultivation is, such as Bai Qianyi, as long as you join the Imperial Garden, you will be ridiculed and despised by the disciples of the poor family.

Jiang He is like this. He is Luo Hongchen's apprentice, and his cultivation is also the top Saint level, the Hunyuan realm, which is admired by people in both ways. But because he joined the Imperial Garden, his treatment is completely different. Luo Hongchen's emperors are enthroned by the Heavenly Dao and respected by the Human Emperor. Although the philosophies are different, they are still respected. As for Jiang He, just because of his identity in the Imperial Garden, his treatment is not a little bit worse.

Jiang He resolutely jumped into the big dye vat of the Imperial Garden and broke up with the Han Clan. The two sides had always been at odds with each other, and the conflict was so deep that it could have been planted. In recent years, the Imperial Garden had not handled the affairs of the human race and the Xuan Clan very well, which was extremely disappointing. The Han Clan had long been dissatisfied with the people of the Imperial Garden, thinking that they were all hypocrites who said one thing in front of the public and another behind the scenes. In name, they were in charge of the Xuan Clan's righteous path, but in reality, they only talked but did not practice, and they didn't know what tricks they were doing in secret.

Otherwise, Feng Wanli would not have risked his life to break into the Imperial Garden and hurt a bunch of innocent people in order to save his wife and A-li. What's more, he blew up the Demon Locking Tower and released A-li and a bunch of imprisoned demons. If there was no mysterious master in the tower, Feng Wanli would have almost released all the harmless demons. In his opinion, there is no distinction between high and low in cultivation, even a blade of grass has its own life, and others can't control it, let alone do something wrong for some nonsense reasons.

Jiang He joined the Imperial Garden not for promotion or wealth, nor for those precious books. On the one hand, he joined because he met Luo Hongchen and was so happy that he found a mentor who taught him, and the emperor encouraged him to join the Imperial Garden; on the other hand, he felt that having the identity of an Imperial Gardener was very useful in Xuanmen. In the future, he would protect Xuanmen and care about the rise and fall of the human race. With this identity, he could avoid a lot of trouble.

This is also related to his background and philosophy. He has always been thinking about the people of the world. He feels that with this identity, when he helps the people in the future, in addition to relying on his own cultivation, he can also use this identity to reduce resistance. Although he is a bit wooden, he is not stupid. He knows that rules are dead, people are alive, and he has to be flexible.

Just like when Feng Wanlin broke into the Imperial Garden that year, Jiang He had known the situation for a long time and helped at the critical moment, saving Bai Ximeng's life. After Feng Wanlin came, he watched from the side and even held back the masters of the Imperial Garden from taking action.

Later, Yin Taixu came and wanted to capture Feng Wanlin. Jiang He blocked them outside and confronted the old Grand Tutor. He did not leave the Imperial Garden until Feng Wanlin left angrily.

Over the years, apart from occasionally returning to the Imperial Garden, he has been visiting outside. On the one hand, he visits masters and exchanges knowledge; on the other hand, he investigates what happened in the past and wants to help his teacher solve the problem; finally, he always remembers that he must protect the human race, eliminate demons and defend the way, save the suffering and do his part.

He was never a talkative person, and he was not born to be vain. Even if someone misunderstood him, he would not argue, so those people from poor families always looked down on him. He knew in his heart that people looked down on him mainly because of the incident in the Imperial Garden, but he did not take it too seriously. Because of this, even if those guys like Blood Crow Master and the Demon King showed disdain in their eyes and tone, he acted as if nothing had happened, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"I have a mentor here, and my name as Jiang He is nothing. But you, the Hanmen, failed in your two previous attempts to harm my nephew and Hall Master Lei, and you also had a fight with my teacher. Not to mention the old scores three years ago, the Thunderbolt Hall is also suffering heavy losses now. You think you can just walk away? It's impossible." The Martial Saint Jiang He had a serious face. He usually didn't talk much, but today he said a lot. It seemed that he was serious and not as easy to talk to as before.

Before he made a move, someone jumped out to mock him: "Bah! If Feng Wanlin said these words, everyone might still consider it, but you say these now, haha..." The meaning is self-evident. The person who jumped out is Bai Lang, a master of the Fairy Demon Hall. He looked at the Martial Saint Jiang He with disdain, and seeing that he didn't say anything, he wanted to continue: "But then again, even Feng Wanlin back then, wasn't his lineage also destroyed by our poor family..." Pia~ With a crisp slap, Bai Lang's face immediately turned red, and the corners of his mouth were crooked. Martial Saint Jiang He looked at him indifferently: "This slap is for my Junior Brother Feng. Next, I will use you as a slap to vent my Junior Brother Feng's anger." Before he finished speaking, Martial Saint Jiang He had turned into several shadows and slapped out with a palm. This time, he was no longer polite, but full of murderous intent. The palm was so powerful that even the surrounding air seemed to be controlled by him. The white wolf was unable to move and could only watch the palm coming towards his crown, which was clearly intended to kill him.

Bai Lang was scared at this time. He forgot the shame of the slap before. His eyes were full of fear, but he couldn't move no matter how hard he struggled. His true energy had solidified. He didn't know how powerful Jiang He's moves were. He only knew that Jiang He always used martial arts to deal with people, and generally fought against enemies. He didn't expect that Jiang He's first move would be fatal, directly making him unable to move.

In fact, Bai Lang was panicking at this time, forgetting the gap between himself and Jiang He. This method was not Jiang He's usual style of dealing with enemies. He would only crush people who were not as good as him so easily. Although Bai Lang was a master, Jiang He rarely used Taoism, but that didn't mean he couldn't do it. Moreover, he was much stronger than Bai Lang, and a slight move could make Bai Lang surrender.

With a dull sound, Bai Lang closed his eyes and waited for death, but when he opened his eyes, he found someone blocking him. The pressure disappeared. It was Zhuang Mo who saved him. "Thank you, Lord Yan!" Bai Lang saved his life and bowed to express his gratitude. Zhuang Mo just smiled faintly and said, "Go ahead." After Bai Lang retreated, Zhuang Mo turned to Jiang He and said, "Brother Jiang has always been chivalrous. I, Zhuang Mo, have admired you for a long time. Since you have this intention today, I will ask you for advice."

After hearing this, the Martial Saint Jiang He smiled, and didn't care that the white wolf was rescued. He just retracted his hand and said, "I have heard of Lord Yan's name for a long time, but today is not a martial arts competition to make friends. We each serve our own masters. Although we share the same chivalrous spirit, there is no rush to take action." "So, Brother Jiang, you are unwilling to teach me?" As Zhuang Mo spoke, he put away his momentum and retracted his true energy into his body, waiting for Jiang He's answer.

Jiang He shook his head, his eyes firm: "Yan Jun misunderstood, it's not that I don't want to teach you, but today's matter involves the grudge between the two factions, and it is not appropriate to resolve it privately. If we really want to compete, we should choose a suitable time and place, openly and honestly, so that everyone knows."

After hearing this, Zhuang Mo nodded slightly, seeming to be quite satisfied with Jiang He's answer: "Brother Jiang is right, I was abrupt. In this case, let's set a date and then we can compete again, how about it?"

Jiang He smiled heartily and agreed, "Okay! That's settled. But before that, I hope Lord Yan can control his men and not do anything radical to avoid hurting the relationship."

Zhuang Mo smiled slightly and assured, "Brother Jiang, don't worry, I will control them. Let's stop here for today."

After saying that, Zhuang Mo turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped and looked back at Jiang He, with a hint of amusement in his tone: "Brother Jiang, I heard that you have been investigating what happened back then and want to help the teacher solve the problem. I wonder if you have found any clues? Or, do you need my help?"

Jiang He's eyes flickered slightly when he heard this, but he immediately regained his composure and said calmly, "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Yan, but I know how to handle this matter, so I won't bother you."

After hearing this, Zhuang Mo said nothing more. He just smiled lightly and turned away.

Looking at Zhuang Mo's departing back, Jiang He thought to himself. He knew that Zhuang Mo was not as simple as he seemed. Today's conversation seemed peaceful, but in fact there were undercurrents. But Jiang He was not an ordinary person. He had his own calculations in mind. He neither rejected nor agreed to Zhuang Mo's proposal, but just kept it in mind.

He knew very well that investigating what happened back then and uncovering the truth was no easy task. The forces behind it were complicated and intricate, and if he was not careful, he might end up in an irretrievable situation. But even so, he never backed down, because he knew that this was his promise to his teacher and his responsibility to himself.

Recalling his experiences over the years, Jiang He couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion. From the initial ignorance to the current master, he has experienced too many hardships and tribulations. But it is these experiences that have made him more resilient and mature, and also strengthened his determination to protect the human race and eliminate demons.

He looked up into the distance, his eyes gleaming with determination. He knew that the road ahead was still long, but he was ready, no matter how many difficulties and challenges lay ahead, he would move forward until he uncovered the truth and completed his mission.