Fengyunlu

Bo Liangzi wanted to argue a little more, but was scolded by the old man. He had to reluctantly step aside. He felt so unconvinced that he felt like he had eaten chili peppers. He was full of questions and dissatisfaction. He didn't understand why the uncle was so cruel to him. He just wanted to explain the whole story.

The old man ignored him and turned to the demon elephant and started talking again: "Hey, you demon who came out of nowhere, this guy called you here on impulse, but this is Xuanmen's territory, on the broken mountain of Jianyinmen, you have to think carefully, if you break the agreement, can you bear the consequences."

The old man's words obviously made the magic elephant a little shaken. The magic elephant stopped and his domineering aura was slightly restrained, but his expression was still hard, and he looked like he was thinking about something in his mind. He seemed to be weighing the pros and cons, considering whether he should continue to stay here.

After a while, the demon elephant spoke slowly: "He has the token, so it doesn't count as a violation of the agreement."

“Okay, since you are so stubborn, then our Jianyin Sect will accept this three thousand year old Dharma body.” The old man did not say much, and started to act as soon as he finished speaking. A green light flashed, and it seemed as if a strong wind blew between heaven and earth.

As the old man exerted his might, the surrounding air waves rolled up like waves. Except for the disciples of Jianyin Sect and Zhu Chunhua, everyone else was affected by this force. The dark clouds in the sky disappeared instantly, and the strong black wind disappeared in an instant. The old man's might was like a god controlling the world, and he easily dispelled the darkness.

Looking at the old man again, he soared into the air, revealing the aura of a saint. The spiritual power between heaven and earth gathered towards him. Although he was also a Xuantian Dharma Image, the old man was extremely tall, and his body was as solid as a real giant. His figure was like a huge mountain, standing between heaven and earth, impossible to ignore.

He stretched out his big hand, poked it out from the clouds, grabbed the demon elephant, and squeezed it gently. The demon elephant couldn't move. The previous disdainful momentum was gone, and his eyes were full of surprise. He seemed to be unable to believe that he was subdued so easily.

But before he could be surprised for too long, the old man's other hand also came, holding a furnace in his hand. There seemed to be a sharp edge jumping in the furnace. There was no fire, but there were flickering flames. Looking closely, it was actually composed of countless sword energy. The sword intent swayed left and right in the furnace, just like a flame. The power contained in this furnace made the demon elephant feel an unprecedented threat.

The old man threw the magic elephant into the furnace, closed the lid, and asked, "I'll ask you again, are you leaving or not?"

The demon elephant didn't answer, but started to fiddle with the magic weapon in his hand, aiming in one direction, and flew up with a whoosh. Six magic weapons hit the same place on the furnace cover at the same time. He seemed to be making a last struggle, trying to break this unbreakable cage.

The huge noise made everyone's ears buzz, as if there was some kind of magic that made people want to doze off. However, Bo Liangzi and other people with heavenly cultivation could still resist it, and they would be fine if they resisted secretly. But Zhu Chunhua couldn't do it. He was only at the beginning of the Phoenix Realm, and no one helped him. He closed his eyes and fell to the ground and fell asleep after hearing it. His cultivation was not enough to resist this powerful magic sound.

When Zhu Chunhua woke up, the old man's magic image had been put away, and Bo Liangzi and the others were standing around. The demons that his elder brother had called over were gone, and only a black jade token was lying quietly on his elder brother's body. There seemed to be some demonic energy on the jade token, so people didn't dare to touch it casually.

Zhu Chunhua ran over and saw his elder brother lying on the ground with a hollow look in his eyes and his hands on his chest, which was still slightly moving. His face was pale and his breathing was weak, as if it could stop at any time.

"Brother..." Zhu Chunhua called softly, and his brother showed some reaction, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly. The voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"Big brother, you say it." Zhu Chunhua lay beside him, his ears pressed tightly to his chest. He was so nervous that his heart was in his throat, afraid to miss any of his big brother's words.

But the voice was too weak, and he only said half a sentence intermittently: "Second Master...Master...Master said...said..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Chunguang fell silent, his eyes slowly lost their spirit, and his breath gradually faded away. His life was like a candle flickering in the wind, and it eventually went out on the broken mountain peak.

Zhu Chunhua didn't say anything, nor did he look at anyone else. He gently picked up his elder brother with a firm look in his eyes, as if he had returned to that early morning after the rain. Without a single complaint or extra movement, he just turned around and slowly walked down the broken mountain, step by step... His heart was filled with grief, but more of it was nostalgia for his elder brother and determination for the future.

Many years later, Bo Liangzi became the head of the sect. Every time he thought of what happened, he always blamed himself. But things had already happened, and he could only face it helplessly. Even though he was already the emperor, even though he was the leader of the sword, the guilt and self-blame in his heart were like a sharp sword, piercing his heart all the time.

Until one day, a young man came to seek refuge, saying that his sect was destroyed and he was homeless. Under the guidance of a master, he came to Jianyin Sect to seek refuge with the head of the sect, Bo Liangzi. He also took out a wooden box with a token in it, saying that the head of the sect would make an exception and summon him once he saw it. The disciple on duty did not dare to neglect it. After reporting back, he learned that the head of the sect had obeyed the order and led the young man to Jianya to meet him.

On the Remaining Mountain, Bo Liangzi sat cross-legged, with two sharp swords quietly inserted into the ground in front of him. They were the swords that Zhu Chunguang and Zhu Chunhua found when they became apprentices. After so many years, they still hadn't found their master, so they had been left on the Remaining Mountain without anyone using them. These two swords witnessed the rise and fall of the Hidden Sword Sect, and also carried Bo Liangzi's thoughts and guilt for his two fellow apprentices.

A young man strode up to Bo Liangzi with no trace of fear on his face. Without saying a word, he stared at Bo Liangzi with a neither humble nor arrogant look and stood still.

Bo Liangzi asked softly, "Are you his descendant?" There was curiosity and a little bit of guilt in his eyes.

The young man didn't say anything, but just took another step forward, his eyes still fixed on Bo Liangzi firmly, without wavering at all.

Bo Liangzi frowned slightly, as if recalling something, and sighed: "So many years have passed, I wonder what happened to him later."

The young man walked forward again, still without saying a word. He bent down and picked up a sharp sword on the ground. He gently touched the sword with his hand, and his eyes revealed the traces of time.

Bo Liangzi seemed to understand something and nodded, then opened the wooden box that the disciple on duty had brought him and took out a black token.

This token is called the Heavenly Demon Token, and it is a token of the ancestor of the Demon Mountain in the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss. It is said that a battle was fought in the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss more than ten years ago, and the ancestor of the Demon Mountain disappeared. Most of his disciples were killed or injured. The Hidden Sword Sect led the righteous forces to destroy the arrogance of the Demon Sect, making it impossible for the evil forces to compete with the righteous forces for a period of time.

Bo Liangzi held the token in one hand and said softly, "You are finally here. If you want revenge, come on."

The young man finally spoke in a calm voice: "I can't beat you." After that, he put away the sword.

This young man turned out to be Zhu Chunhua, who left with a rage. He had disappeared in the past few years, and no one knew where he had gone. Now he was so powerful that even Bo Liangzi couldn't see through him. He turned back to his old appearance and came to Canshan to face his old rival, Bo Liangzi.

Bo Liangzi spoke again: "You are here after all." As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the token in his hand over.

Zhu Chunhua took the token, turned slightly to the side, looked at the place where his elder brother Xuantian Faxiang once stood, and said lightly: "There are some things that I just can't help but want to come back and take a look."

A trace of guilt flashed in Bo Liangzi's eyes, and he asked cautiously: "You have a treasure that hides your power, and I can't see through you at all. How about you tell me your power, and I will compete with you at the corresponding level. It's a life-and-death duel, and I will never regret it."

Zhu Chunhua smiled, turned around and left, leaving behind a sentence: "No need, you even forgot what I look like, how much do you remember about the past?"

Bo Liangzi didn't say anything more, nor did he stop him. He just looked at him quietly, as if time had gone back, watching him walk down the mountain step by step.

After a long time, a deep voice floated from the Canshan Mountain: "I'll take this sword away. I'll come back another day. Whether you are Bo Liangzi or Jianyinmen, just wait and see..."

The empty echo reverberated on the sword cliff. Bo Liangzi let out a long sigh, then stood up and disappeared on the spot.

Since then, Bo Liangzi began to have a demon in his heart. He didn't know when Zhu Chunhua would come, nor how he would take revenge. He only knew that there was someone with great power who still remembered the hatred from the past...

So, Bo Liangzi began to practice in seclusion. During the fifty years, he suppressed his inner demons and comprehended the way of the sword. Finally, fifty years later, he reached a higher level and reached the pinnacle of the way of the sword, the highest realm of selflessness and swordlessness. His self-created Qingfeng Xulai sword technique was even more fluent, a true great sword. As a result, the Sword Hidden Sect became more powerful and completely overwhelmed all the righteous sects. Even those ancient sects, such as the Cangyun Sect and the Qingli Palace, could not match it.

Afterwards, Bo Liangzi began to accept disciples and pass on his skills. He taught two disciples successively. These two disciples practiced for a hundred years and grew up from two kids who knew nothing to two great sword masters, overlooking the world and looking eternal. These two saint-level supreme beings who have been honing their swords for a hundred years are well-known in the Xuanmen, and few in the two ways dare to challenge them.

However, Bo Liangzi was still not satisfied with his two disciples. They were at their own extremes in their practice. The eldest was too heartless and forgetful, while the second was too rigid and selfless. It would be difficult for them to go further and take charge of a sect in the future.

The road of cultivation is full of difficulties. Although Bo Liangzi patiently teaches again and again, the disciples always seem to be confused and have not made much progress in their cultivation. He can only place his hope on their spiritual experience, hoping that they can find their true heart in the noisy world. Although the disciples have gone down the mountain to practice and have experienced many years of baptism, and although they have made some achievements and improved their cultivation, the improvement of their state of mind is always out of reach.

Faced with such a dilemma, Bo Liangzi had to quickly stop his disciples from practicing. He knew that if they continued along the sword path that was mainly based on killing, the hostility in the sword path would become more and more serious, and eventually they would fall into endless inner demons, their spiritual platforms would collapse, and they would lose their true selves.

Bo Liangzi has a deep understanding of this. He himself was once troubled by inner demons. If he had not relied on strong willpower to suppress them, he might have fallen into the devil's way and become the supreme master of the devil's way. In that case, there would be no glory of the Sword Hidden Sect opening the Mystery with one sword, and there would be no legend of Qingfeng Xu Lai, the supreme master of the sword.

Xie Qingshan and Cui Baifa were forced to practice in seclusion by Bo Liangzi. Thirty years have passed, and most of their hostility has dissipated. However, what they insist on in their hearts is still the persistence they had when they first glimpsed the Daoxuan.

They could never comprehend the so-called truth of the two ways of being free from emotions and having no self. These truths can only be understood but not explained. No matter how much you talk about them, if you don't experience them personally, they will always be others' perceptions.

Bo Liangzi shook his head secretly, maybe because of his lack of ability, he couldn't teach better disciples; maybe because his two disciples were too gentle and didn't experience real hardships. In any case, Bo Liangzi has made up his mind that if his two disciples don't change in the future, it will be difficult for them to inherit the great responsibility of the sect. However, his life span is high, and there are not many days left. If they don't make a breakthrough, they can only choose to die. In the end of the Xuanmen, who can tell the matter of the immortal? Therefore, Bo Liangzi sighed in his heart, and a Taoist tradition can only be found elsewhere.

At that time, Bo Liangzi's only son had grown up and reached the Saint-level Wuxiang realm. However, how can a great mission only consider family affection? Therefore, the seedling left by his wife was not included in the Taoist tradition. As for the other disciples of Jianyin Sect, although their cultivation was high, their character was not enough; those who practiced deeply did not reach the standard. Most of their peers had gone away or were in seclusion, and Bo Liangzi could not rely on them alone, leaving no one to succeed him.

In desperation, Bo Liangzi went out to look for a suitable successor. Although there were countless talented people in the world, only a few could catch his eye, and even those few were not as good as his two disciples. In this way, ten years passed, and Bo Liangzi still could not find a suitable successor.

At this critical moment, Jianyin Sect received an unexpected news. A young man came from overseas, carrying the magic weapon that Jianyin Sect had learned from, and broke through the Jianyin Sect's mountain protection formation with one sword. He threw a token on the broken mountain, claiming that the day of revenge had begun.

After hearing the news, Bo Liangzi sighed. The inner demons that had been in his heart for many years seemed to be slightly touched, and every bit of it was affected by Zhu Chunhua's move. He accelerated the pace of finding a successor, because he knew that the days ahead would no longer be peaceful, and he would not have much time to prepare. After all, Zhu Chunhua dared to show up, he must have had some confidence, otherwise he would not have gone without any news in the past two hundred years.

The fact is just as Bo Liangzi worried, Zhu Chunhua's appearance made Jianyin Sect feel like they were facing a formidable enemy. It was not because of his high level of cultivation, but because he did not play by the rules. As long as someone from Jianyin Sect went out, no matter how high their cultivation was, even if they were young disciples who had just joined, he would attack them by surprise. Even if he did not kill them, he would destroy their cultivation and throw them into the mortal world, not allowing them to return to Xuanmen.