Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

Seeing her appearance, Chengfeng couldn't help but take a step back, a blush on his face.

"Don't tease me, girl."

Chun Shiyi Niang pressed on step by step, her beautiful eyes moving and her red lips slightly opening.

"Peach blossoms smile in the spring breeze, their eyes are as charming as silk. Money and power are not as good as my smile."

Sir, don't you think my smile is more charming than the spring flowers and autumn moon?"

Chun Shiyi Niang's eyes were full of dangerous seduction and temptation, and she firmly believed that no one could resist her charm.

Chengfeng was shocked. Although the woman was beautiful, her words were so bold.

He took a few steps back, Chengfeng distanced himself from Chun Shiyi Niang, shook his head and said, "The girl is beautiful, but you and I are strangers, so please respect yourself."

Chun Shiyi Niang covered her mouth and chuckled, revealing her fierce and vicious words.

"Sir, all men in this world are fascinated by my beauty, so why do you have to pretend to be reserved? If you are willing, I will definitely serve you comfortably, better than countless men in the world."

Chengfeng blushed and his heart beat fast when he heard this, and he waved his hands repeatedly.

"Miss, I am not a frivolous person, I hope you don't bother me."

Chun Shiyi Niang was slightly surprised. In the past, she didn't need to say anything. Just a glance would make those men flock to her and kneel down to ask for sex.

But the strange man in front of her made her feel a little surprised.

However, Chun Shiyi Niang still did not give up. She took light steps and approached Chengfeng again, putting her hand gently on his shoulder.

"Sir, can you bear to let my heart be broken?"

"Get out of the way!"

No matter what, the woman in front of him doesn't seem to be Chengfeng's type.

Cheng Feng was annoyed after being teased again and again, and brushed her hand away: "Girl, please respect yourself. If you do this again, I will be rude to you."

After saying that, he took a step forward, turned around and was about to leave.

Chun Shiyi Niang was not willing to let it go easily, and her face was full of unwillingness.

She flashed and stood in front of Chengfeng again.

"Sir, you know that if you miss me, you will miss the most beautiful scenery in the world."

Chengfeng stopped, his expression cold and serious.

"Miss, I have no interest in you, please find someone else."

Unexpectedly, her charm was ineffective in front of this man, and Chun Shiyi Niang felt an unprecedented sense of loss in her heart.

"Is the young master really so heartless?"

Chengfeng said nothing more, walked around her and continued on his way.

Being rejected again, Chun Shiyi Niang was furious. She had always been successful, but today she hit a wall in front of this man. How could she give up?

Just as I was about to swerve to chase him, I suddenly heard a resentful female voice coming from a distance in the air.

"Bitch! Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will make you pay!"

Chun Shiyi Niang's face changed and she didn't bother to bother Chengfeng anymore.

She left a sentence "I will definitely come back to find you!" and left in a hurry.

Chengfeng returned to Jianxuan Sect and saw that Master Xuanjizi had already rested, so he did not go to disturb him. He walked into the kitchen quietly and quietly cleaned up the dishes.

After cleaning up the dishes and returning to his room, Chengfeng did not lie down to rest immediately as usual.

Instead, I stood quietly in front of the window, gazing at the deep night outside. The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on my body, but it could not dispel the worries and confusion in my heart.

It has been more than a year since I left home, and my strange illness has not improved.

It's like wearing a heavy shackle, binding myself and making it impossible to return to that home full of fetters.

I had hoped that with the help of my master Xuanjizi, my condition would improve.

But after a while, the master's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the fire of hope.

"Your physique is different from that of an ordinary person. It will take at least three to five years to recover."

The master's words, like a brand, were deeply engraved in my heart, leaving me feeling helpless and confused.

Looking at the moonlight outside the window, Chengfeng sighed softly, turned around, turned off the lights, lay down on the bed, and let his thoughts fly.

The courtyard of Jianxuanmen was so quiet that only the occasional sound of wind passing by the window could be heard.

Xuanjizi sat alone on the bed, the moonlight like fine silver gauze brushing across his old face.

His face looked particularly lonely, immersed in the entanglement of past memories and reality.

He slowly opened the collar of his shirt, and a winding scar came into view.

It is a mark that time cannot erase, recording the struggle and pain on the brink of life and death.

Xuanjizi's fingers gently stroked the scar, as if touching an unforgettable piece of history.

He whispered to himself, revealing his confusion about the past and worries about the future.

"Mo Chen, Mo Chen, I didn't expect you to be alive and teach a disciple. The Heaven-Slaying Blade dared to reappear in the martial arts world. Could it be that you have already understood the final blow?"

His voice was low, and every word was like a heavy drop of water, falling on the lake of the heart, causing ripples.

He turned around and pulled out a neatly folded silk scarf from under the pillow.

The silk scarf slowly unfolded in his hands, revealing a piece of yellowed rice paper.

Although the paper is fragile, it still stubbornly protects the face of the person in the painting.

In the picture, a young woman is sitting quietly.

She has an oval face with a small mole between her eyebrows, which adds a bit of mystery and agility.

Only the upper body can be seen in the painting, but from the graceful figure and perfect proportions, it is not difficult to imagine that she is a beautiful lady.

Facing the woman in the painting, Xuanjizi looked at her carefully for a long time.

Turbid tears flowed from his eyes unconsciously, and he let out a long sigh.

"Time flies, and more than fifty years have passed. Sword Emperor, although I killed your father and took your wife, I have a clear conscience."