Fengyunlu

On the top of the snowy mountain that towers into the clouds, Zhu Chunhua accepted a disciple, and the old pavilion master came to see him off in person. His beloved daughter began her overseas journey, and the former little girl also settled her own affairs and decided to go with her.

Time flies, and decades have passed in the blink of an eye. The little girl who used to be, now became Zhu Chunhua's registered disciple, and returned to the Snow Mountain with full memories and a precious piece of Xuanwai essence. She brought the joy of her teacher accepting a disciple, as well as the news that a suitable successor had been found. She brought this treasure back to express her gratitude to the old Pavilion Master. As for the two daughters of the old Pavilion Master, they have practiced well in the Xuanmen, and are in a critical period. They can only practice in seclusion. When they come out of seclusion, they will naturally go home to visit.

The old master accepted this precious gift with tears in his eyes, hoping that his two daughters would come back soon. The half-grown girl completed her mission and turned around to return to overseas.

Another ten years passed. The old Pavilion Master got a treasure from somewhere. He remembered the two points of convergence of the mysterious essence, and together with his wife Liu, they used the ice and fire furnace to refine it for nine days. It took another three years, and they added a lot of magical materials. Finally, they were about to create two super powerful Nine Heavens Divine Weapons. However, the Divine Weapons were not in a hurry to come out.

The couple was as anxious as ants on a hot pot. The old Pavilion Master's lifespan seemed to be coming to an end, and his cultivation could no longer sustain him to extend his lifespan. At this critical moment, his two daughters, who were both one body and two souls, came out of seclusion and returned home. They accompanied their parents for two months and fulfilled their filial piety. Then, they followed the master's orders and went out to gain experience.

The old Pavilion Master now has no regrets. He believes that the magic weapon in the Ice and Fire Furnace is extraordinary and definitely not comparable to ordinary magic weapons. He is confident that once the magic weapon is born, no one under the Nine Heavens can defeat it. Lingyan Pavilion may be able to go to a higher level and use the power of the magic weapon to cultivate a sword immortal emperor. By then, Lingyan Pavilion will become a great emperor sect and no longer have to struggle for survival among the Nine Yaos. This will be a great contribution to his ancestors and future generations.

Thinking of this, the old Pavilion Master made up his mind, put an end to his worries, and explained his last wishes. He stipulated that if there were no disciples of Lingyan Pavilion with high cultivation, he could choose a son-in-law from among the women to marry into the sect, inherit the name of the Great Snow Mountain and the magic of Lingyan Pavilion, assist with two magic weapons, and help the emperor to take the throne. Then he could take charge of the imperial clan. After that, he and his wife followed the forbidden method of death in the ancestral precepts of Lingyan Pavilion and sacrificed themselves to the sword.

However, at the time of the blood sacrifice, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky, and the Snow Mountain attracted countless greedy people. I don't know how many people became greedy, and Lingyan Pavilion suffered a disaster. Most of the men died, and the old, weak, and disabled fought to protect it, but fortunately, the magic army was not lost in the end, and there was still someone who could take the helm of Lingyan Pavilion. Ling Xueer, a woman, took on the responsibility of raising her nephew, and her two sisters hurried back after hearing the news.

As time flies, Ling Xiaofeng finally becomes the top master of Jiuyao Xianmen, but he knows nothing about swordsmanship, so the two magic weapons become useless. However, his strength has surpassed that of his predecessors, and he has a bright future. Maybe one day he will be able to ascend to the throne of the Supreme God, or even reach a higher level!

Ling Xueer unloaded the burden on her heart, and wandered to the deserted mountain alone with something on her mind. She remembered her parents' last words before they died, and decided to give the two magic weapons as a dowry. So, she found Luo Hongchen and poured out all the secrets in her heart. Although Luo Hongchen had his own difficulties, he couldn't agree to her. The two of them didn't get along well, and finally parted unhappily, each leaving with full of longing.

Ling Xueer traveled to the ends of the earth, while Luo Hongchen wandered around the world. Many years later, they met again on that barren hill. Ling Xueer was still infatuated with her, but Luo Hongchen had no words to express his pain. They worshiped the desolate hill together as a farewell. From then on, the green hills remained the same, the red makeup remained infatuated, but the sloppy old man never came back.

The Changli Sword had never been unsheathed, because Ling Xiaofeng was not its destined lover. The Hongzhuang Sword remained infatuated, but unfortunately its sword spirit did not match the Qingfeng Sword. The two magic weapons were buried, but the infatuation in their hearts remained the same. Perhaps, they were unwilling to change.

However, these two infatuated people did not notice that there were eyes silently watching from behind. Ling Xueer's elder sister and younger sister, Ling Xuan'er and Ling Xian'er, who were two souls in one body, had already secretly developed feelings for this wanderer in the mortal world when Luo Hongchen came to help her decades ago when Ling Xueer was gasping for breath in Lingyan Pavilion.

At that time, Luo Hongchen didn't notice, and Ling Xue'er didn't care about these feelings. Later, when they realized it, it was time to reunite in the deserted mountain. Four people, three bodies, two souls, entangled, and eventually led to a tragedy of one death and three injuries. The two souls turned into evil spirits, Hongzhuang Sword became evil because of love and hatred, and Changli Sword became lonely, like a walking corpse.

Many years later, they met again. The Red Makeup Sword was still in the mountain, but Luo Hongchen had become an emperor. Facing the evil spirit, he couldn't do it, and couldn't untie the knot in his heart. He felt guilty towards the sisters and sorry for Xianyuan.

But what can he do? Although he promised Ling Xueer not to harm her sisters, the Burning Heart Technique is a ghost magic that even the Great Emperor Luo Hongchen cannot unravel without being proficient in it. Coincidentally, the mantle passed down by Kunlun overseas made his life span approaching, and he had to choose to die in the end.

In desperation, Luo Hongchen could only place his hopes on Mingyue, the half-grown girl who was Zhu Chunhua's registered disciple. However, after years of investigation, Luo Hongchen still didn't know where Mingyue had gone. He only knew that after Zhu Chunhua's death, Mingyue left alone and never heard from her again.

The Acacia Sword Formation swayed three times, as if silently conveying some unspeakable emotions.

Fairy Ji Yao's eyes flashed with a tremor, her heart was filled with shock, mixed with a little hope. She raised her head, stared firmly at Mo Wenjian, and said nothing. Only her gently fluttering dress silently expressed her excitement at the moment.

Luo Hongchen also turned her head, with a gleam in her eyes, and complex emotions intertwined in her eyes. And Mo Wenjian just moved slightly, as if responding to something.

"Oh~ You recognized me after all!" Mo Wenjian sighed softly and took a step forward. When his eyes turned to Fairy Ji Yao again, they were filled with infinite tenderness.

Fairy Ji Yao was stunned at this time. She finally understood why he had been so merciful before and always left her a glimmer of hope in every dangerous moment. The fight between them was like feeding her moves. She could never have imagined that the opponent just now had suddenly become her dearest uncle. This sudden change made her not know how to deal with it.

Not to mention that her uncle was originally one of the three swords of Jianyinmen, Tiandiren, but now he has joined the Hanmen. The great disaster of the year and the great disaster of the Feng family, all signs suggest that all this is related to him.

Take the catastrophe of the Feng family, for example, the disaster that befell her old friend’s family, and the misfortune that her sister, Fairy Ji Long, suffered as a result.

This account, whether it is hatred or a debt, is a blood debt that should be repaid, but the culprit happened to be her dearest uncle whom she had just recognized.

Fairy Ji Yao was so conflicted, like she was standing at a crossroads, not knowing whether to rush forward or retreat. Her good friends and their spouses were so kind to her, her sister had grown up hand in hand with her, and her only niece was now sleeping like a sleeping beauty, and she might even be on the verge of death...

Blood debt must be paid with blood, this matter is not so easy. Fairy Ji Yao is in this state now, looking at Mo Wenjian, her hands began to tremble, it should have been a warm scene of family reunion, but now it is as cold as an ice cellar, full of murderous aura.

A piercing cold wind suddenly blew in the Acacia Sword Formation, making everyone present shiver. For a moment, no one spoke, just staring blankly, waiting, hoping that Fairy Ji Yao would say something.

After a long while, Fairy Ji Yao's eyes were still cold. She stared straight at Mo Wenjian, raising her hand for a while, then lowering it, then raising it again...

Finally, the scarlet sword was gently lifted up by Fairy Ji Yao, and the white Xuan Ling also began to flutter. These two treasures exuded powerful strength, as if ready to show their power at any time.

Mo Wenjian's eyes were still as gentle as ever. He just looked at Fairy Ji Yao quietly, without saying a word, for a long time.

Finally, the red makeup sword moved slightly, and the white black silk slowly stretched forward. Fairy Ji Yao finally took that step.

She had already decided in her heart that for her, uncle or not, it didn't matter. Her sister who had been through hardships together with her since childhood was the most important. What was this uncle whom she had never met? Compared with the friendship of her long-time friend, what was this uncle who suddenly appeared? Compared with her only niece, what was her uncle with a deep hatred for her...

However, she had to find out what secret was hidden behind this deep hatred and get an explanation.

Why did God treat her like this, leaving her alone for the rest of her life, unable to find love, unable to find family affection, unable to even enjoy the joy of family life, blood relations were almost becoming strangers, and old friends and partners were leaving her one by one...

Oh, she suddenly found that the relative she had been looking for was right in front of her! What shocked her even more was that the enemy she had always wanted to avenge was actually her relative! Now she was in a dilemma. It was not right to kill him, nor was it right to keep him. It was really tangled and she felt so uncomfortable...

She was full of resentment, blaming herself for her miserable life and her unfortunate fate! Her parents were gone, her friends she depended on were gone, none of her relatives and friends survived, and her bloodline was almost cut off.

Of course, she still had concerns in her heart about the lonely and infatuated man who was now in Jiuxia Gorge at the bottom of Luoshen Peak, whose life or death was uncertain, and whose success or failure was hard to predict.

Also, on the Thunder Mountain right in front of us, what will happen to the young boy who has a tragic fate and a life of mixed fortunes? His past was so miserable, how will he live his life in the future? Can he be with her little niece for the rest of her life, can he lead her little niece out of the predicament...

Fairy Ji Yao kept asking herself about all this...

Even until the sword in her hand stabbed deeper and the black silk fluttered again, Fairy Ji Yao still didn't find the real answer.

However, her state of mind gradually became firm, and she finally gained a little understanding.

Something in the spiritual platform slowly cracked, and the momentum around it slowly rose, until the black silk turned into a white dragon emerging from the water, and the red makeup sword once again turned the nine phoenixes' ceremony, and these two magical powers arose from this and merged into one...

With a dull sound, Fairy Ji Yao's cultivation level increased greatly. In the gloom, she also achieved great nirvana and condensed her body into the Tao. She advanced to the Hunyuan Realm again. Her true essence was extremely condensed, and her fate with the Purple Mansion Immortal became more compatible. Even her soul in the Divine Mansion became chaotic.

At this point, Fairy Ji Yao had already achieved the third Zixuan Erqi in the Hunyuan Realm. With this level of cultivation and the Taiyin Holy Body, although she was slightly inferior to Lei Gong and Bai Ximo, she was not inferior to them in a fight, and she was already a true top master.

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

Afterwards, he muttered to himself, as if he was reminding others, or as if he was talking to himself: "It turns out that Cangyun and Yaochi really have a connection. The Nine Phoenixes' Rite and the White Dragon Emerging from the Water actually correspond to this ancient catastrophe. It seems that the ancestors of the two families must have encountered considerable troubles. Perhaps this is another huge conspiracy..."

After Mo Wenjian finished speaking, he slightly turned his body to face Fairy Ji Yao. His face was indifferent, and there seemed to be some relief and calmness in his eyes, but he waited quietly but waited for nothing.

The fatal killing force that was so close suddenly dissipated. In the thick fog, the long dragon looked back and the white phoenix turned upside down. The vague shadows of the holy spirits that followed closely gradually faded away. Finally, the strong murderous intent disappeared in an instant, as if the laws of Hongmeng also collapsed in an instant.

Fairy Ji Yao put down her sword and finally decided to give him a chance to explain.

However, he said nothing.

Mo Wenjian's eyes were determined, as if he deserved it, and as if he was thinking at the moment that it would be a relief if he could die at the hands of his loved ones.

But he looked at Fairy Ji Yao again and saw some tears in her eyes. He suddenly realized that he still had a lot of things waiting to be done, even if he couldn't figure out whether everything he did was right or wrong until the end.

He still made the same choice as he did three hundred years ago, even if no one understood, even if he couldn't speak it out, even if...

In short, he is always him! !

"You, do you want to listen?" Mo Wenjian suddenly spoke, with so many things he wanted to say in his eyes.

Fairy Ji Yao nodded gently without saying anything, but the tears in her eyes expressed her thoughts at the moment. She wanted to listen, to hear what secrets there were that could not be solved.