Fengyunlu

No wonder he was so powerful. Three hundred years ago, he was already one of the three famous swordsmen of the Sword Hidden Sect, ranked third, but his strength was the strongest of the three. His swordsmanship was deeply loved by people, and his sword intent was cold, as if he could cut through all the troubles in the world, which made people feel shocked.

They are three brothers. The eldest brother, Xie Qingshan, practices the ruthless way of heaven. Influenced by their master Bo Liangzi, the three brothers are cold-hearted, especially the eldest brother. But Tai Shang Wangqing is not ruthless, but he is not bound by emotions, follows his nature and pursues great feelings. But the eldest brother is too extreme and goes astray, and his practice stagnates. Although he is the eldest of the three famous swords, it is difficult for him to improve his realm.

The second brother, Cui Baifa, is different. Although he is also indifferent, he has great love in his heart and goes further. However, he is too obsessed with his own path and is a little slow to understand worldly affairs. He has deviated from the essence of the Xuanmen and is slightly lacking in handling his state of mind, so his realm has stagnated.

Bo Liangzi had tried to persuade them many times, but the two had their own insistence and preaching was useless, so he had to let it go, hoping that they could understand the truth in the world and then educate them. However, he did not expect that a catastrophe would suddenly strike three hundred years ago, the Jianyin Sect was destroyed, and Xie Qingshan and Cui Baifa also died.

Everyone thought that the three swords of heaven, earth and man had all fallen, but unexpectedly the third sword, Mo Wenjian, was still alive. He was the only one who showed up today during the catastrophe. Luo Hongchen looked at him, recalling the time when they first met and learned from each other, as if it was just yesterday, his eyes full of disbelief.

Even the Demon King's eyes were full of doubts. At the same time, a strange light flashed across his eyes, and his body moved involuntarily, as if some past events had touched him.

Ali was standing close beside him, so she naturally felt it, but she had an extraordinary mind and knew that she shouldn't ask at this moment, so she pretended nothing happened and just stared at Mo Wenjian without saying a word.

Zhuang Mo nodded in understanding, looked at the Demon King, then at Mo Wenjian, smiled and walked to the side. At the same time, he retracted all the strength in his body, and the three-meter barrier was tightened into his body. He shook his sleeves and looked up at Lei Gong.

Lei Gong seemed to sense something. Seeing Zhuang Mo nod, as if telling him to heal his wounds without worry, he nodded in response after understanding it, and then retreated to the Xian Jue formation in a flash of light.

At this time, Mo Wenjian said softly: "Since you recognized me, there is no need for me to stay any longer, old friend, we will never meet again." The sword tip moved violently, and the force from the sky pressed Luo Hongchen so hard that he could not move. He watched Mo Wenjian say this, then turned around and shook, turning into a sharp force and about to leave.

"Wait... where are you going?!"

Luo Hongchen shouted in front, and behind him, a distant voice drifted in from the heavens. A dark ling, like a stairway to heaven paved by a bright moon in the sky, slowly descended, yet arrived in the blink of an eye. The sharp force retreated at the touch, forcing Mo Wen's sword to turn. Before he could even escape Thundering Mountain, the dark ling, which had covered the entire sky in white, descended with it. With another contact, Mo Wen's sword's energy swept through, and the dark ling swung back, landing in the hands of a woman. The woman was dressed in aquamarine, like a celestial being, a light flowing gently from her body. Her wide sleeves framed her stunning beauty, and even Ali felt a sense of inferiority. She seemed like a celestial fairy descended to earth, her aura transcending the mundane, captivating him.

"Oh, Old Man Bai didn't show up himself, but sent a little girl like you." Luo Hongchen recognized the person at a glance. It was Fairy Ji Yao, the owner of the Yaochi fairyland in West Kunlun.

Before, they had each gone to Cangyun Sect to pay respects to the mountain, and before Luo Hongchen had finished her business, Fairy Ji Yao arrived with everyone. They both had things to do, but suddenly they heard that Bai Xide had returned and mentioned the urgent situation at Leiming Mountain. Luo Hongchen rushed over first, having thought Bai Qian would come in person, but Fairy Ji Yao, worried about the safety of the pass, put her business aside and followed Luo Hongchen to Leiming.

"Old man really knows how to amuse people. Ji Yao originally wanted to come along, but my cultivation is not enough, so I was delayed for a while." Fairy Ji Yao had just finished speaking when she arrived at the Xian Jue formation. She and Long Tiexin nodded to each other, and then waved her sleeves. The power of Taiyin continuously poured into Lei Gong's body. The warm feeling immediately made Lei Gong's injuries better a lot.

Lei Gong opened his eyes and nodded gently to Ji Yao as a greeting. Ji Yao waved her hand, signaling that no further discussion was needed, and then continued to use the power of the Taiyin and the Yaochi Immortal Technique to help Lei Gong heal his injuries.

At this time, Mo Wenjian had already summoned back the two broken swords, and Luo Hongchen's body became light and slowly floated down.

After landing, he stood in front of the Thunder Pond, staring at Mo Wenjian with a determined gaze. "You survived even though your meridians were completely severed. Why did you join the Poor Sect? How did you recover your cultivation?"

His words were filled with doubt. The two of them had known each other for a long time, and Luo Hongchen admired Mo Wenjian with all his heart. Although Mo Wenjian was not a Great Emperor, his cultivation knowledge was no less than anyone else's, and in some respects even surpassed his two senior brothers. He was a true master who had combined the three cultivations of heaven, earth, and man, far more powerful than either of them. Therefore, Luo Hongchen had a particularly close relationship with him.

However, unexpectedly, due to some reasons, Mo Wenjian was plotted against at the peak of his career years ago. All his meridians were severed, and his Purple Palace Qi and Divine Palace Primordial Spirit were completely destroyed. If Bo Liangzi had not arrived in time, and the Great Emperor Changsheng was by his side, Mo Wenjian would have been gone long ago.

After being rescued, Mo Wenjian's personality changed drastically. He remained secluded in the ancestral temple, never leaving his house. Luo Hongchen heard about this and, mindful of their friendship, decided to go and see what was happening. But before he could leave, the Jianyin Sect was massacred...

Overnight, all 2,700-plus disciples of the Hidden Sword Sect were wiped out, not a single one left. The shattered mountain was littered with mangled flesh, and the rubble flowed like a river of blood. The leader of the righteous path for eight hundred years was gone.

Luo Hongchen was heartbroken, missing his lost friend, and venting all his hatred in the Jiazi War. He had killed countless disciples of the Poor Sect, and eliminated countless accomplices of the evil sect. Even the prisoner of the Poor Sect's leader was injured by Luo Hongchen and the three great emperors. In the end, he used his human power to pierce the Purple Palace, and the prisoner died.

Although he had hatred in his heart, he vented it. However, when he saw his old friend come back to life and join the enemy camp, Luo Hongchen didn't know what to feel in his heart.

Mo Wenjian said nothing, just quietly looking at Luo Hongchen. Luo Hongchen's eyes were filled with anger, disbelief, a hint of hatred, and the resentment that was hard to conceal in the heart of an old friend.

Speaking of resentment, how could he not have any resentment?

An old friend of many years met with sudden disaster, and before Luo Hongchen could even visit him, they were already gone. That wasn't all. After his revenge, even though the enemy leader was dead, he never admitted to being the murderer. Luo Hongchen repeatedly interrogated the prisoner, but he refused to speak. Even the Demon King couldn't get any information, only claiming he hadn't left Fairy Demon Island and didn't know who started the rumor.

Furthermore, after the Han Clan was destroyed, it revived and killed his most prized disciple, who was also killed by his old friend. Who wouldn't feel resentment when their old friend suddenly resurrected and became their mortal enemy?

Luo Hongchen naturally had resentment, but he held the most resentment. Besides the misfortune suffered by his disciples, who he personally taught, and his old friend, he held even more resentment, resenting his own failure to live up to his expectations. He resented his own self-degradation, his indifference to right and wrong, his inability to distinguish right from wrong, and his...

In short, Luo Hongchen's resentment is difficult to eliminate, more difficult to eliminate than his anger, and more difficult to eliminate than his hatred.

"Hey, you have your own agenda. If you don't want to talk about it, then don't bother..." Luo Hongchen sighed suddenly. He was a decisive person; otherwise, the Immortal Journey Avenue wouldn't be accessible to ordinary people. So, he simply put their past friendship behind him. He knew that some things, if spoken out, would only become a burden, so it was better to let them dissipate with the wind.

"Our two hundred years of friendship are severed today at Thunder Mountain." Luo Hongchen had barely finished speaking when he whipped up a sharp knife in his hand and, with a flash of cold light, slashed at the dishevelled hair. This blade not only severed the hair, but also all the connections and memories between them.

sigh~

A few strands of white hair fluttered in the air. Luo Hongchen gently pinched one of them, with a faint smile on his lips: "Haha, old friend!! This old man owed you a favor before, but I also helped you get revenge. Now we are even, and our friendship ends here." There was a bit of helplessness and determination in his words, as if he was telling the other party that from now on, there would be no connection between them.

Luo Hongchen finished speaking, twisted his fingers, and a wisp of red fire glowed with a crimson flame, burning the hair clean. In the firelight, he seemed to see their laughter and tears in the past, but all of this disappeared as the flames went out.

Thump~

A wisp of smoke appeared, and the flames died down. Mo Wenjian's eyes narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be some fluctuation in his eyes, but it was too subtle for others to detect. He seemed to be thinking about something, perhaps recalling the little things between them.

Luo Hongchen didn't even look at it, nor did he want to. His eyes were ice-cold at the moment, and his whole body was chilled: "Next, kid Feng suffered an unexpected disaster. The culprit was you who secretly attacked him three years ago. With this knife, his son survived alone, and now he can't get revenge, so I, an old man, have to go into battle myself. Moreover, many disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall suffered in Thunder Mountain today because of you. These little guys are usually kind and righteous, and I have to avenge them. In short, if you want to leave today, I, an old man, will keep you even if it costs my life!!" His voice was full of anger and determination, as if telling the other party that he would not let all this pass easily.

镗～

The golden wind roared, and just as Luo Hongchen finished speaking, he raised the cold, sharp blade in his hand and slashed at Mo Wenjian. This blow was not only an attack on Mo Wenjian, but also an outlet for all the resentment in his heart.

Mo Wenjian didn't dodge or evade, taking the blow head-on. The blow tore his cloak and robes, leaving them tattered and oozing with blood. He seemed to be using this method to express his apology and regret towards Luo Hongchen.

"Hmph!" Luo Hongchen snorted coldly, knowing that the sword's radiant energy was unstoppable, and even if external forces were applied, it would be difficult to injure him in the slightest. He understood that Mo Wenjian's strength was unfathomable, but he also understood that today's matter must come to an end.

But the blade in his hand was no ordinary item. It was a gift from Mo Wenjian himself, possessing the power of a Nine Heavens divine weapon, capable of severing flesh and blood, and even severing the very will of humanity. Even the most arrogant would find it difficult to resist this blow. Luo Hongchen had brought it out with the intention of severing the relationship. Now, he struck with one blow, and Mo Wenjian refused to dodge. Another blow would surely injure him, and the mansion would struggle to hold out. He knew that this one blow could be the end of their relationship.

But Luo Hongchen didn't move in the end. He threw the knife away and said, "You, Mo Wenjian, deserve this blow. Don't even think about dodging the next one." His words were full of determination, as if telling Mo Wenjian that he would not let him go easily.

After saying that, Luo Hongchen waved his hand downwards and beckoned Fengchen to come forward and speak: "Come, come to your master." His voice was full of kindness, as if telling Fengchen that he would always be his master.

Feng Chen was a bit confused, but since he was the master, he naturally had to step forward. He then turned his head to look at Zhuang Mo. Zhuang Mo understood and immediately raised his hand to retract the Hong Zhong. It turned into a light yellow light and disappeared in his palm. He knew that this was the master's order and he had to obey it.

Fengchen stepped forward quickly, knelt down and kowtowed first, then asked directly: "Little Fengchen is here to see the master, may I know what instructions you have?" His voice was full of respect, as if telling Luo Hongchen that he would always be his master.

"Okay, learn to stand up and talk like your father." Luo Hongchen looked down at him with a frown, and pulled him up directly. His voice was full of kindness, as if telling Fengchen that he would always be his master.

Then he looked at Fengchen, stretched out his hand and said, "Old Man Bai said that your father's magic weapon is with you. Take it out and let this old man poke him a few times." His voice was full of anticipation, as if telling Fengchen that he was looking forward to seeing the magic weapon.

"This..." Feng Chen was stunned. The Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear had already been transformed into the power of a divine weapon and had been refined into one with him. What could he give it now? His voice was full of helplessness, as if telling Luo Hongchen that he could not meet his request.

"Hmm?" Luo Hongchen frowned when he saw him hesitate. His voice was full of doubt, as if asking Fengchen why he couldn't meet his request.

Feng Chen was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he hurriedly explained: "Jiuyou made trouble before, and I couldn't refine my body. My father used his spirit body to help me repair it. Now the cold spear has been refined and absorbed by me, and I really can't take it out." His voice was full of apology, as if telling Luo Hongchen that he could not meet his request.

"Weapon spirit?" Luo Hongchen's eyes lit up. After all, he was his most proud disciple. When the Great Wind Art was first revealed, even he, the Great Emperor, was astonished. Now, hearing that he had transformed into a weapon spirit after his death, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional. His voice was filled with surprise and exclamation, as if telling Fengchen that he was full of respect for his father.