Fengyunlu

Fairy Ji Yao suddenly felt her body stiffen, her movements became slow, and it seemed difficult for her to use her Xuan Ling power. She immediately mobilized the power of Taiyin, using the source energy of the Taiyin mirror, plus the double improvement of her Taiyin Holy Body, the two forces merged with each other, making her strength even better. She poured her true energy into the sword in her hand, flicked and flicked, barely disrupting the opponent's offensive. She felt that the true energy in her body was not flowing smoothly, as if it was restrained by some invisible force, and she could not use the sword as smoothly as usual.

In fact, she knew in her heart that Mo Wenjian had not gone all out before, so she did not use all of her Taiyin power. She saw clearly that Mo Wenjian was testing her strength. No matter what his purpose was, she only needed to use Bai Yi Sword to deal with it. She knew that the previous duel was just Mo Wenjian's way of testing her, and she also reserved her strength, waiting for the real contest.

But now, the murderous aura of Mo Wenjian was rising. Fairy Ji Yao swung her sword, and then reversed her hand, and the red sword was immediately unsheathed. The sword light was like a net, and the Acacia Formation was activated. The invisible sword net was interwoven into a large net, instantly retracting and locking the thousands of sword energies released by Mo Wenjian. The red sword in her hand was burning like a blazing flame, and the sword energy crisscrossed and woven into an airtight sword net, which completely neutralized the attacks of Mo Wenjian and even launched a counterattack.

"Girl, please step back first. I have something to ask him." Luo Hongchen suddenly interrupted. His slovenly figure appeared in the sword formation, his brows furrowed. His words carried an unquestionable majesty, like the concern of an elder for a younger generation, and also like the worry about what was about to happen.

"It's too late." Mo Wenjian spoke softly beside the Nine Heavens Thunder Pond, with a trace of loneliness in his eyes: "Red makeup has love, long separation has hatred, infatuated lovers are sad about lovesickness, this lovesickness sword formation leaves behind not the sword, but the person holding the sword." His words were as soft as the wind, but they echoed in the sword formation like a Buddhist chant, stirring the hearts of the two. Mo Wenjian's words revealed deep helplessness and sadness, as if suggesting that there were complex emotional entanglements hidden behind this sword formation.

One old and one young, Luo Hongchen's eyes were dull, and Fairy Ji Yao was thinking in her heart. They each had their own concerns, but they were all missing someone, perhaps it was concern, perhaps it was a figure engraved in their hearts, or perhaps it was the distant fading. Their hearts were full of memories of the past and uncertainties about the future. Everyone had a memory that was hard to let go of and an unforgettable emotion in their hearts.

Someone hurried past in a fluttering white robe and sleeves like clouds. The figure passed by like a gust of wind, but left a deep impression in everyone's heart.

I have never left, nor have I waited, but when I look back, I see a lonely figure, desolate and dazed, as if it had never appeared, but it is always unwilling to leave. That figure seems to be telling of an eternal wait, an endless yearning, even if time passes, even if the world changes, the emotion remains the same.

There is a winding path on the mountain, a little tortuous, but someone is thinking about it. The path seems to be a path leading to the depths of the soul, every step is treading on the traces of memories, and every section carries the weight of missing.

The dim lantern barely let in light, and the unclear face seemed anxious, not knowing if he would come back, or when he would come back. It was late at night, and the breeze blew the weeds, as if warning her that the wind and rain would bring her back, and what she was waiting for might not be what she wanted. The faint light of the lantern was like a fire of hope, swaying in the darkness, but unable to illuminate the way forward, and could only slowly fade away in the endless waiting.

In a trance, someone kept shaking. The white robe really looked lonely. The black hair was gone, and the white snow was covered with frost. There was no smile, nor the wantonness of the past. There was only sadness and helplessness on the face. The traces of time were carved on the face, leaving deep marks, as if telling a series of unknown stories.

Suddenly someone twitched and trembled slightly, her tears wet her clothes and the last piece of curtain at the head of the bed, but she didn't dare to look, because she didn't know where Youming was, and she was afraid that she would not be able to find him in the end. Tears fell silently like pearls that had broken off the string, and each drop carried endless sadness and despair. She was afraid to face the unknown future and afraid to lose her last support.

A breeze blew gently. Someone passed by the hilltop, cut the weeds on both sides, and smeared the blood on the ground. For some reason, the person frowned, as if summoned by something, and unconsciously walked to the top of the hill. The breeze seemed to carry some mysterious power, guiding people to an unknown journey to explore the secrets forgotten by time.

The old friend is gone, and perhaps has also taken away another heart that was tied to him. Suddenly, a feeling of hatred guided him to turn around and disappear into an unknown place... That hatred was like a sharp sword, piercing the deepest part of the soul, making it impossible for people to extricate themselves, and they can only wander in endless regret and pain.

Many years later, someone told a story about an evil spirit that appeared on the hill a few years ago. She would often come out late at night with a dark lantern in her hand. The lantern was red, and the evil spirit was also blood red. She would ask passers-by on the path one by one, saying that someone was coming here and asked when they could come. But no matter what you said, she would keep asking, and the passers-by would rather take a long detour than save some time on this path. The story of the evil spirit became a legend among people. Every night, she would appear on the path, repeating the question that would never be answered.

Later, I heard that a young man came here one day. He was said to be a master who cultivated immortality. He entered the mountain late at night. No one knew what he experienced. He only stayed there until noon the next day. The evil spirit never appeared again. However, the path on the mountain was destroyed. The deep gullies were unknown how deep, and the winding path could no longer connect to the other side. The arrival of the young man seemed to break some kind of curse, making the evil spirit disappear forever, but at the same time it also destroyed the road connecting the past and the present, making everything a mystery that can never be solved.

Time is like a long river, flowing slowly. In the blink of an eye, many springs, summers, autumns and winters have passed. Those ancient mountain legends have long been forgotten by people. Until one day, a buddy who was chopping wood accidentally fell into a bottomless pit and was rescued by an old man who looked a little sloppy but mysterious. The buddy returned to the village and excitedly told everyone about his adventure, saying that there was an old immortal in the mountain. However, the villagers did not buy it and thought he was talking nonsense.

On a moonlit night, a huge sword shot up from the pit into the sky, illuminating the night sky as bright as day. The sloppy old man suddenly turned into a giant. Only then did everyone realize that what the woodcutter said was true, and there really was something extraordinary in the mountain.

However, as soon as the sword light disappeared, the giant sword that covered the sky disappeared, and the mysterious old man never appeared again. In the summer, the woodcutter was always curious and wanted to climb the mountain again to see what was going on. However, no matter how many times he tried, the old man never appeared again. He once tried to go down to the pit with a rope, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not reach the bottom. The whistling wind in the pit sounded like ghosts howling, which made people feel creepy. Listening carefully, the sound of the wind sounded like hungry ghosts in hell struggling to escape from the dark abyss. The woodcutter was so scared that his soul flew away. He hurried home and fell ill from then on. He went to another world in a few years.

The villagers began to talk about it. Some said that the woodcutter was too stupid to go and find out what happened, and ended up being seduced by a mountain ghost. But some people thought that the matter was not that simple. When the woodcutter was buried, someone found a piece of red cloth in his arms. It was originally white, but somehow it was dyed red. What was even more strange was that the bloodstains seemed to never dry up, and they could not be washed off even if they were soaked in water. Moreover, the red cloth seemed to have a kind of magic that could attract people to go to the pit to find out what was going on.

The guy who found the red cloth was an old man in the village. When he was a child, he heard the old people talk about the evil spirits in the mountains. Now that he is old, he suddenly remembered this story and was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. The next day, he quickly invited the magician from the nearby temple, hoping that the magician could perform a ritual to let the woodcutter rest in peace and return the red cloth to him to prevent it from getting stained with anything dirty.

The master came and looked at the red cloth for a long time, then remained silent for a while. Then, like the woodcutter, he had to go up the mountain to find out what was going on. As a result, the master never came back. Other masters in the temple also went to look for him, but they all disappeared in the mountains and forests, and no one saw them again.

The villagers dared not approach the mountain again. Even the government was alarmed and sent a group of soldiers to investigate. However, these soldiers also disappeared without a trace. The official was afraid that he would lose his position, so he ordered the mountain to be sealed off and never mentioned the matter again.

Time flies, more than ten years have passed, and the woodcutter's son has grown up. He sneaked into the mountains to avenge his father, but he wandered around most of the mountain and even looked down into the gullies, but he couldn't find the legendary evil spirit. The masters who went into the mountains, as well as the officers and soldiers who came later, didn't even leave a shadow, only the mountain wind, which made people shiver in the midsummer.

The woodcutter's son returned home, said goodbye to his old mother, and said that he was going to famous mountains and rivers to seek out a master, hoping to learn some skills and then go into the mountains to explore the world in the future.

So he traveled to all the famous mountains around him, but because of his average qualifications, no one was willing to accept him as an apprentice. Until one day, he met a slovenly old man at the entrance of the village.

The old man smiled and said that he had a connection with the woodcutter's son and was willing to teach him a few tricks so that he could go into the mountains and explore the world in the future.

Although the woodcutter's son had seen many great men and knew not to judge a person by his appearance, he was so happy when he saw the immortal aura emanating from the old man's sloppy appearance that he agreed.

The next day, the old man began to teach him, but soon he became very angry. It turned out that the woodcutter's son was not only mediocre in talent, but also seemed to be not very smart. He had to repeat everything many times before he could barely understand it. Moreover, he was very stubborn and always wasted his efforts on some things.

The old man taught him for only three days, left some money and left. The woodcutter's son knew that he was too stupid and had driven his teacher away, but he was grateful and thought that he would never let the old man down. In addition, he wanted to find out the truth in the mountains, so he practiced the formula left by the old man day and night.

Decades later, the woodcutter's son finally achieved some success. During this period, he sent his old mother away and went into the mountain many times to explore, but each time he returned empty-handed and found nothing.

One day, he suddenly had an unprecedented feeling in his heart, and realized that his life could not go on like this. So, he said goodbye to his friends in the village affectionately, and then left the mountain that raised him and walked into the complex and changing world. Twenty years passed in a blink of an eye. He experienced countless ups and downs, and finally achieved success and made a name for himself.

In the Xuanmen sect, when people mention him, they all praise him and call him a genius. What's more amazing is that he has reached the realm of the Saint-level Wuxiang in less than a hundred years of practice. He is physically strong, rarely uses Taoist methods, and does not rely on any magic weapons. His fighting style is more like that of a mortal warrior, so some people nicknamed him "Martial Saint".

As time went by, the reputation of the Martial Saint quickly rose in the Xuanmen, and he became a force that could not be ignored in the martial arts world. In the following decades, his reputation was at its peak, and his cultivation reached the peak of the Saint level. His power alone was enough to resist an entire sect, and his every move could affect the nerves of both the good and the evil.

Just when he became famous, the leader of the righteous path, Di Yuan, invited him, hoping that he could join the righteous path and become a true martial saint. But he had concerns in his heart and always wanted to find the sloppy old man, because he had to repay the favor. A few years ago, he returned to his hometown and found that everything had changed. In the ravine under the mountain, he actually found a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon named "Hongzhuang", which still had the breath of the old man. He has been carrying this magic weapon, hoping to have a chance to return it. Considering these, he did not immediately accept Di Yuan's invitation. But Di Yuan's sincere invitation made it difficult for him to refuse. In addition, he himself had no sect or school. After several efforts, the martial saint Jiang He finally couldn't resist Di Yuan's kindness and agreed to go to hang a title.

This time when he went to the Imperial Garden, the Martial Saint Jiang He met his mentor, the Spring and Autumn Emperor Luo Hongchen, in the Five Emperors City. More than a hundred years had passed, and Luo Hongchen had long forgotten the brief three-day teaching, but the Martial Saint Jiang He always remembered this kindness in his heart. Although he had never seen the Spring and Autumn Emperor, he had always admired this legendary master, and he did not expect that he was actually his mentor.

Martial Saint Jiang He knelt down and kowtowed, but Luo Hongchen looked puzzled, and so did the others in the Imperial Garden. Old Grand Tutor Yin Taixu frowned, but when Jiang He briefly explained the situation, everyone smiled and congratulated Luo Hongchen, praising him for having such a talented disciple.