Fengyunlu

Oh~ Luo Hongchen sighed softly, as if to say: "Fate, why do you like to joke around so much?"

When the woman heard this, her whole body trembled as if she had been electrocuted. Then she took small steps to Luo Hongchen, threw the lantern to the ground with a clang half a foot away from him, and threw herself into his arms, her body still twitching, as if she was looking for a little warmth and comfort.

As for Luo Hongchen, he didn't move at all, nor did he raise the red sword in his hand. He just let the woman hold him, without saying a word, as if he was silently accepting everything.

After a long while, Luo Hongchen slowly raised his hand, holding the Hongzhuang sword above his head. He hesitated, endured, and struggled in his heart, not knowing whether the sword could fall. It seemed that he was experiencing a painful and contradictory struggle in his heart.

"Let's do it." The woman suddenly spoke, with a hint of determination and helplessness in her voice.

Luo Hongchen's body trembled, and he slowly put down his hand and shook his head: "Go away." There was firmness and determination in his voice.

"You won't kill me?" the woman asked, staring at Luo Hongchen, as if looking for an answer.

Luo Hongchen did not lower his head, but took a step back, turned around gently, looked at the lantern that fell next to the woman, and said softly: "You are not her." There was helplessness and sadness in his voice.

The woman suddenly burst into laughter, her laughter was a little ferocious and a little angry, as if she was mocking the unfairness of fate.

Luo Hongchen remained unmoved and gently closed his eyes, as if waiting for the judgment of fate.

Suddenly the laughter stopped, and the woman's eyes were filled with hatred, as if the wronged ghost in the underworld was staring at the enemy of the previous life. She took two steps forward, and at the same time, the lantern on the ground returned to her hand.

"Be careful!!" A cry of surprise came from behind. Fairy Ji Yao rushed forward hurriedly, and a black spirit flew out, as if protecting Luo Hongchen from the impending danger.

But she was still a step too late. One end of the lantern had already penetrated the vital point of Luo Hongchen's purple palace. Endless suction surged, and she didn't know how much true essence was swallowed up, and how much essence, blood and mortal power were slowly lost.

"If you want it, take it all." Luo Hongchen did not resist. His face was surprisingly calm, as if all this was destined and he was accepting the arrangement of fate.

bang~

Xuan Ling was bounced away by an inexplicable force and returned to Ji Yao upside down, as if telling the fickleness of fate.

Mo Wenjian also turned around and said, "Just wait. No one else can help him at this stage." His voice was firm and resolute.

Fairy Ji Yao's eyes were full of disbelief. The true essence, blood essence and earthly power were continuously gathering into the lantern. If it was not stopped, the cultivation and life of the Spring and Autumn Emperor might be lost.

Mo Wenjian saw through her thoughts: "This evil spirit is the demon in his heart for life. He can't get rid of it. Living is just like being dead." There was helplessness and sadness in his voice.

"But..." Fairy Ji Yao wanted to say something when she suddenly heard a vague voice, which was obviously coming from outside the sword formation.

"Teacher, I just arrived late, so this thing is just right for me." A steady voice could actually penetrate the sword formation. Mo Wenjian's eyes lit up and he secretly admired it in his heart.

Fairy Ji Yao's eyes lit up. Of course she recognized the voice. It was Jiang He, the Martial Saint, the registered disciple of the Spring and Autumn Emperor. His cultivation was extremely high, not inferior to Feng Wanlin back then. With him outside, there was no need to worry about things outside, and he seemed to be able to help in the sword formation as well.

Sure enough, just as the words fell, a stream of light poured into the sword formation from somewhere, and it illuminated the Acacia Sword Formation brightly. The bloody smell from before seemed to be absorbed by something and disappeared without a trace in an instant. When everything disappeared, amidst the flashing red light, a fluttering object slowly fell into Luo Hongchen's hands.

Fairy Ji Yao took a look and saw that it was a piece of red cloth, no, it was a piece of cloth stained with blood. It should have been snow-white, but now it had turned scarlet, as if telling a tragic story.

"That is..." Fairy Ji Yao was not only surprised that a simple piece of red cloth could have such great power. Not only did it make the evil in the sword formation retreat, but even the power that was devouring Luo Hongchen stopped instantly, as if fighting against the power of fate.

Ouch!

The woman suddenly screamed, and a red light shone through the red cloth, shining on her like the scorching sun shining on the snow. She was so scared that she stepped back and threw away the lantern in her hand. Her face was full of fear, as if the red cloth was her natural enemy.

"If you don't take it, I'll take it back." Luo Hongchen reached out to catch the lantern, and lightly tapped it. The flame turned back and drilled into the body along the wound. Dozens of silk-like lines flashed where the purple palace was, covering the whole body. In a blink of an eye, the lost essence and blood were replenished, and Hongchen's strength and true essence were instantly restored. He even felt stronger than before.

"You lied to me!! You lied to me twice!!" The woman lost control of her emotions and questioned Luo Hongchen repeatedly.

Luo Hongchen just shook his head, with a hint of reluctance in his tone: "You already knew it in your heart, but you just didn't want to believe it."

"The result? Haha, the result..." the woman muttered to herself, her eyes beginning to panic.

Luo Hongchen looked at her, feeling unhappy, but he didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only shake his head and sigh: "Alas, you are not her, why bother yourself."

"But you said you would come back to find us, you said..." the woman murmured to herself.

Luo Hongchen raised her hand, then put it down again, the red makeup sword trembling slightly: "You tricked me into killing her by mistake, and before she died, she was begging me to spare your life, you..."

"You're talking nonsense. She hates me so much, how could she ask you to forgive me? You must have me in your heart and feel sorry for her, so you made up this nonsense and want to..." The woman said as she retreated, her eyes began to become crazy, and her words became incoherent.

Luo Hongchen gently put down the sword in his hand. The Hongzhuang sword was inserted into the ground, emitting a soft but dazzling fishy light, but it gave people a warm feeling when it fell on their body.

The woman looked at him and suddenly calmed down: "Are you leaving?"

Luo Hongchen ignored her and gently wrapped the red cloth around the hilt of the sword. Then he slowly stood up and turned to leave: "I promised your sister that I would never lay a hand on you, even if you turned into an evil spirit, even if you never looked back."

"Sister?" the woman repeated, and suddenly stepped back. She didn't know what she was doing, but she just kept tearing at the air, as if she had grabbed something, but her hands were empty.

"She is my sister, yes! She is my sister, my sister..." The woman cried out, her eyes looked a little crazy, and she pulled her hair hard with both hands. Finally, the hairpin fell off, her bun was disheveled, and the red veil covering her face was also pulled off.

Her pale face was lifeless, her empty eyes seemed to have exhausted everything, her body trembled constantly, and the woman muttered to herself with heavy steps: "I hurt her, I hurt my sister, it's me, it's me..."

"Oh~" Luo Hongchen sighed softly, without saying anything more. He just gently placed the red lantern on the ground and lay quietly next to the Hongzhuang Sword.

"No!" The woman suddenly stopped, her eyes became sharp, and the expression on her face became cruel.

"It's you! It's you who forced me into a corner, so..." The woman stopped talking for some reason, a hideous smile on her face, her beautiful face looking both terrifying and a little crazy.

Fairy Ji Yao observed her for a long time, knowing she was harboring something within her. Perhaps it was an obsession from her lifetime, transformed into an evil spirit after death, remembering only certain things she must never speak. Therefore, whenever she reached the crucial point, she would involuntarily pause. What she refused to reveal might be exactly what Luo Hongchen wanted to know, or perhaps even the inner demons of the Spring and Autumn Emperor.

Thinking of this, Fairy Ji Yao shook her true essence, and taking advantage of the woman's trance, she transformed into her appearance, even her breath became extremely cold, and then she walked forward and picked up the lantern on the ground.

"Why are you trying to hurt me?" Fairy Ji Yao's voice was as cold as ice. She stared at the other person and stretched out the lantern in her hand, as if to illuminate the truth and shine it straight into the woman's heart.

The woman was so frightened that she huddled up in a ball and trembled all over when the lantern lit her up: "Sister? Are you my sister? No! I didn't hurt you, it really wasn't me, it wasn't me..." Her words were full of fear and denial, as if she was trying desperately to get rid of some accusation.

"It's not you? Have you forgotten what happened that day?" Fairy Ji Yao pressed on, her eyes filled with murderous intent, as if she knew the truth. Each of her steps felt heavy, as if she was treading on the edge of the truth.

Luo Hongchen watched from the side, knowing Fairy Ji Yao was trying to help him uncover the truth of what had happened. However, he was also present and knew no one else was behind the plot. Furthermore, he was just a master without a sect or school, nothing serious, no need to be schemed against. He knew full well that his status wasn't enough to trigger such a large conspiracy.

But even today, with Luo Hongchen already an emperor, the truth remains elusive. Every time he gets close, something unexpected interrupts him, and when he returns to investigate, he's completely lost. All the clues, as if calculated, have been erased. The truth is like a dream; every time he's about to grasp it, it vanishes without a trace.

"I haven't forgotten. There was nothing that day. It wasn't me, it wasn't me..." The woman's eyes were confused, and she was frightened by Fairy Ji Yao and spoke incoherently. It was unknown what she was afraid of. Her voice was full of helplessness and confusion, as if she was trying hard to remember, but fear blocked her way.

But her behavior made Fairy Ji Yao even more convinced that she knew something, but it seemed as if some means had blocked it, making her unable to speak out. Every time she came to the key point, she became confused and spoke incoherently. Fairy Ji Yao frowned, knowing that there must be a secret behind it.

Mo Wenjian was watching all this from the side. He seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes became somewhat clear. He took a few steps forward, pointed the Changli Sword at the woman's throat, and said coldly: "If you tell anyone, you will die." His voice was as cold as ice, and it made people tremble when they heard it.

As the long sword was withdrawn, the murderous aura was overwhelming. The woman was even more frightened, but she didn't dare to hide. It seemed that she thought he was the person behind her. Her eyes were full of fear: "I didn't say it, I didn't say anything..." Her voice trembled, full of despair and pleading.

"Did he ask you to harm me?" Fairy Ji Yao stepped forward, pointed at Mo Wenjian, and asked coldly. Her eyes were full of suspicion and inquiry, as if she wanted to find the answer from Mo Wenjian's reaction.

The woman covered her head and ears with her hands, closed her eyes and dared not look, but just shook her head: "I don't know, don't ask me anymore, I don't know, it wasn't me who killed my sister, it wasn't me, it wasn't my sister, it wasn't my parents..." Her voice became weaker and weaker, as if all her strength had been drained by fear.

The sound grew fainter, and the woman curled up into a ball, kneeling on the ground, trembling uncontrollably. She looked terrified, like a child who had done something wrong and dared not admit it under questioning. Her eyes were filled with helplessness and despair, as if she were waiting for redemption.

"You killed my parents!!" Fairy Ji Yao suddenly asked loudly. She had just heard some clues. What happened back then was probably not simple. The plan might have started before the Great Snow Mountain encountered foreign enemies. But what was the purpose of such a long layout?

Ji Yao knew that this matter probably involved more than just Luo Hongchen, and more than just the Lingyan Pavilion. The Jianyin Sect must have been involved, too. Otherwise, how could the Changli Sword have fallen into Mo Wenjian's hands, and how could he have been ambushed and his life hang by a thread? Furthermore, Luo Hongchen would later become the Great Emperor. Who could have predicted his future? Not even the Imperial Garden could. She was filled with doubts and puzzlement, wondering what secret lay behind all this.

So, who was the protagonist in this scheme? Who orchestrated it? And what was his purpose? All these questions were no longer just Luo Hongchen's concern. Fairy Ji Yao, as the mistress of Yao Chi and one of the Five Imperial Sects, naturally wanted to uncover the truth. As for Mo Wenjian's involvement, Fairy Ji Yao was curious, but without him, she couldn't get any answers. She was determined to uncover the mystery of this scheme, no matter what it held.

"No! It wasn't me. I don't know what was in the letter. After my parents read it, they just... just... I didn't know it would be like this. It wasn't me, it wasn't me..." The woman spoke madly, but she also revealed some useful clues. Although her words were a mess, she seemed to have inadvertently revealed the key to the incident that year.

Someone had passed the letter along, perhaps taking advantage of the woman's ignorance, or perhaps she had received some promise, which led her to pass on the so-called letter. This letter might hold the key to unlocking the entire mystery. Luo Hongchen's eyes lit up, realizing the crucial importance of this letter. He took two steps forward, crouched down, and looked at the woman, whispering, "Think carefully, who gave you that letter?" The woman's eyes became even more panicked at his question, and she cried out, holding her head in her hands, "I don't remember, I really don't remember!" Fairy Ji Yao frowned and said to Luo Hongchen, "It seems someone really had their memory erased." Mo Wenjian spoke coldly from the side, "The person who orchestrated this was very meticulous. Since they allowed this woman to test you, they naturally prevented her from revealing the secret." Just as everyone was at a loss, the sound of fierce fighting suddenly rang out from outside the sword formation. The voice of the Martial Saint Jiang He rang out, "A master is attacking! Be careful!" Luo Hongchen and the others' expressions changed. The appearance of a master at this time was clearly aimed at them, and it was likely related to the secret from that year. Luo Hongchen gripped the Red Makeup Sword tightly, his eyes determined. He knew that a fierce battle was about to begin, and the truth might gradually surface in this battle.