Fengyunlu

In order to fulfill this wish, the old Pavilion Master decided to sacrifice himself to the sword. He followed the forbidden method of death in the Lingyan Pavilion's ancestral precepts and threw himself into the ice and fire furnace with his wife Liu. Their bodies gradually turned into ashes under the interweaving of fire and ice, but their souls merged with the magic weapon. At this moment, the entire Snow Mountain was shaken, as if the heaven and earth were crying for this great couple.

However, things never go as planned. Just as the old Pavilion Master and Liu sacrificed themselves to the sword, the Great Snow Mountain attracted countless covetous eyes. Those greedy monks flocked to try to snatch the two Nine Heavens Divine Weapons. As a result, Lingyan Pavilion suffered an unprecedented disaster, and most of the men died, leaving only the old, weak, and disabled to guard it desperately. But fortunately, the divine weapons were not taken away, and Lingyan Pavilion was preserved.

During this difficult time, Ling Xueer, a woman, stepped forward and raised her nephew Ling Xiaofeng. With her wisdom and courage, she led Lingyan Pavilion through the difficult times. Her two sisters, Ling Xuaner and Ling Xianer, also rushed back to the sect after hearing the news and jointly protected this home.

After a hundred years of respite and recovery, Ling Xiaofeng finally grew into a handsome young talent. He was strong enough to lift a tripod, and his cultivation was unfathomable. He was also one of the best masters in the Jiuyao Immortal Sect. However, he had a fatal weakness - he was not proficient in swordsmanship. Therefore, the two Nine Heavens Divine Weapons could never be used by him. However, he was not discouraged by this, but worked harder to cultivate his cultivation, hoping to one day peek into the realm of the Emperor.

After Ling Xueer was relieved of her responsibilities, she came to the deserted mountains alone. She remembered her parents' instructions before they died and the importance of the two Nine Heavens Divine Weapons. She decided to give them to her lover Luo Hongchen as a dowry. However, Luo Hongchen could not agree to her request for various reasons. The two had disputes and misunderstandings, and finally left each other to miss each other.

In the following days, Ling Xueer traveled all over the world to find Luo Hongchen's traces; while Luo Hongchen traveled to the immortal world to find a way to solve his obsession. Although they had not seen each other for many years, their hearts had never changed. Finally, when they met again on the barren mountain, they were both white-haired old men. They worshiped the desolate mountains and rivers and said goodbye. From then on, the green mountains remained the same, but the old man with red makeup was sloppy and never returned.

The two Nine Heavens Divine Weapons, Changli Sword and Hongzhuang Sword, also revealed their fate at this moment. Changli Sword never unsheathed because it could not find a suitable master; and Hongzhuang Sword turned evil and became an evil spirit because of its infatuation with Qingfeng but not its intentions. They were each buried in the barren mountains waiting for the arrival of their destined people.

However, during this long wait, an unknown secret gradually surfaced. It turned out that Ling Xueer's elder sister Ling Xuan'er and younger sister Ling Xian'er had secretly developed feelings for Luo Hongchen decades ago. However, Luo Hongchen did not notice it at that time, and Ling Xueer had no time to take care of it. It was not until later when the four people, three bodies, one body and two souls were entangled with each other that they discovered this secret. But it was too late. The four people ended up with one death and three injuries. The two souls also turned into evil spirits and stayed in this world forever.

Many years later, when Luo Hongchen had become the Great Emperor, he returned to the barren mountain again. He saw the Red Makeup Sword that had never left and Ling Xueer who would always remain in his heart. He was filled with guilt and helplessness because he knew that even if he had become the Great Emperor, he could not get rid of the obsession that had entangled him for many years. He could only stand there silently, looking at the Red Makeup Sword and the figure that he could never reach, and prayed silently in his heart that he would be able to continue their relationship in the next life...

By the way, the Acacia Sword Formation was shaking like a sieve, trembling three times. Fairy Ji Yao's eyes were like fluttering deer, she couldn't believe it, but also had a little expectation. She looked up and stared at Mo Wenjian, her mouth seemed to be sewn shut, she didn't say a word, but her skirt swayed gently, as if she was telling her the truth.

Luo Hongchen did the same. He twisted his neck, and his eyes immediately brightened up. He looked at Mo Wenjian with a look as complicated as a maze. Mo Wenjian just moved a little, like a breeze blowing through a willow tree.

"Alas, you still saw through me!" Mo Wenjian sighed, took a step forward, and looked at Ji Yao's eyes again, which were so gentle that water could drip out.

Fairy Ji Yao was completely confused, with mixed feelings in her heart. No wonder this guy had been showing mercy just now, leaving her a way out every time he pushed her to the brink of despair. The two of them fought back and forth, as if they were practicing moves. She never expected that the enemy she had been fighting with just now would suddenly become her uncle. This plot twist made her so confused that she didn't know what to do.

Not to mention that her uncle was quite famous, he was one of the three famous swordsmen in Jianyin Sect. Now, this famous sword has gone to the poor family. All the big and small things in the past, such as the disaster and the Feng family, seemed to have something to do with him. Fairy Ji Yao was in a mess.

Oh, this is a headache. Let's put the Hidden Sword Sect aside for now, and let's not talk about him going to the Poor Sect for now. Let's talk about the disaster of the Feng family. Her old friend's family suffered, and even her own sister, Fairy Ji Long, was innocently implicated and passed away. This hatred is simply a rhythm of blood debt and blood repayment! But the most amazing thing is that the culprit turned out to be her uncle whom she just knew not long ago!

This was a difficult situation. Fairy Ji Yao was filled with mixed feelings. Should she kill him to avenge herself? Or should she let him go? Her mind was like a tangled mess, and she couldn't figure it out. She thought about how good her old friend and his wife were to her, how she and her sister had depended on each other since childhood, and her poor little niece, who was still in a coma and might not live long...

Blood feud, and it's still blood relatives! It's not right to kill, and it's not right not to kill, it really makes people feel upset. Fairy Ji Yao looked at Mo Wenjian, her hands were shaking slightly. It should have been a warm scene of relatives recognizing each other, but now it was as cold as an ice cellar, and the murderous aura was about to overflow.

The wind in the Acacia Sword Formation suddenly became biting, making everyone feel cold. No one said anything, just watching and waiting, waiting for Fairy Ji Yao to give some advice and see what to do about this matter.

Fairy Ji Yao stared straight at Mo Wenjian, raising her hand and putting it down again, raising it up and putting it down again, as if she was doing juggling.

Finally, Fairy Ji Yao took the red sword as red as fire with a light touch, and the Xuan Ling as white as silk also began to flutter. Both treasures were holding back their ultimate moves.

As for Mo Wenjian, he just looked at Fairy Ji Yao tenderly, as if he was looking at his own sister, and didn't say anything for a long time.

Then, the Red Makeup Sword moved, and Xuan Ling also leaned forward. Fairy Ji Yao, she finally took this step.

She was so conflicted. What uncle? Compared to her suffering sister, what was that? Compared to the friendship of an old friend, what was this uncle who suddenly appeared? Compared to her little niece, this uncle with a blood feud was even less important!

He deserves to be killed! He deserves to be destroyed! We must put an end to this!

However, she wanted to know and understand what this hatred was about.

Why was God so hard on her? Leaving her alone and helpless, with nothing to her?

Suddenly she knew that her blood relative was right in front of her, or that this was her enemy she had been looking for for so long. What should she do? She couldn't kill him, nor could she let him live. It was not acceptable emotionally or rationally, and she felt even more upset.

She hated it! She hated her miserable life and she also hated herself for dragging down so many people.

And the one she was worried about was not sure what was happening to him at the foot of Luoshen Peak. And the young boy on Leiming Mountain was also a miserable person, what was he going to do in the future?

Fairy Ji Yao's mind was in a mess. She pushed the sword in her hand forward again, and Xuan Ling floated even more happily, but she still didn't find the answer.

However, her state of mind became more and more determined, and she seemed to understand something.

Something inside her body cracked, and her momentum rose rapidly. Xuan Ling turned into a white dragon, and the Hongzhuang Sword also started moving. The two magical powers combined were extremely powerful.

His cultivation level has greatly increased, his affinity with the Purple Mansion Immortal has become more compatible, and his primordial spirit has become chaotic.

Fairy Ji Yao's cultivation level, coupled with the Holy Taiyin Body, may not be as good as Lei Gong and Bai Ximo, but she is also decisive when she takes action. She is truly a top master!

Mo Wenjian was stunned and said, "It's the Longhan catastrophe!" Then he started talking to himself, saying that the Cangyun and Yaochi families had a connection, and these two magical powers were related to the ancient catastrophe. The ancestors might have suffered a great disaster, and it might be some big conspiracy.

After Mo Wenjian finished speaking, he waited for Fairy Ji Yao to take action, but Fairy Ji Yao put down her sword, wanting to give him a chance to explain.

But Mo Wenjian was like a mute and said nothing.

But when he saw Fairy Ji Yao with tears in her eyes, he suddenly woke up. He still had a lot of things to do, and even until the end he didn't know whether what he did was right or wrong.

He still made the choice, just like three hundred years ago, even though no one understood him.

Then he suddenly said, "Do you want to listen?" Fairy Ji Yao nodded and waited with tears in her eyes.

Mo Wenjian began to speak: "When your mother was abducted, someone asked me if I wanted to find your sister, and I nodded."

Luo Hongchen and Ling Xuaner were also listening nearby.

Oh, speaking of things in this world, there are so many strange things. Who doesn't have some difficult sutras to recite? When Mo Wenjian talked about the past, his eyes were wet, and he was completely different from his cold and dull appearance before. Even his usually hidden edge became much softer at this moment. When talking about exciting or sad things, he couldn't help but tremble slightly, or feel cold all over. It's amazing!

It turns out that Mo Wenjian's surname was not Mo before. Like his fairy sister, they both had the surname Mingyue, and they were siblings. His sister was a lady from a wealthy family, and he himself was also a handsome young man. But one day, a strange and cold uncle came and insisted on taking him to practice in the Xuanmen. His family was a family of officials, and they studied the books of sages, so they were half-believing and half-doubting the Xuanmen. Not to mention that the uncle was not a good person at first glance, so his family certainly did not agree. As a result, the uncle got angry and killed his parents and kidnapped his sister. Little Mo Wenjian was still young at the time and could not do anything. He could only cry heartbreakingly, and he was so angry!

Later, he thought of Xuanmen, thinking that it was the only way out, so he went out to find a master. But how far can a ten-year-old child go? The nearby sects all thought that he was not qualified enough. Although they looked at him with envy, they shook their heads and drove him away in the end. He had no choice but to go home and sell his ancestral home to raise money, wanting to try his luck in a farther place. But he didn't expect that the little money at home was coveted by others. None of his relatives and friends helped him, and some even helped outsiders. Just when he was about to despair, his sister suddenly came back with a hermit master! The master Zhu Chunhua settled all the troubles in a few moves, and also accepted his sister as a disciple. Mingtai also wanted to become a disciple, but Zhu Chunhua said that he and his way were not in line, and someone else would take him as a disciple in the future.

Mingtai waited obediently at home, and ended up waiting for forty years! During this period, he fell seriously ill and was about to die. In a daze, he felt as if he had arrived in the underworld, and someone called him in his ear. Then, he suddenly opened his eyes and found himself standing in front of a cliff of a high mountain. The whole mountain was filled with crisscrossing sword energy, and tens of thousands of swords were inserted into the broken peaks. He looked down and saw that this was the location of the Jianyin Sect, the leader of the Xuanmen Orthodox Sect.

At this time, an old man wearing a dark green Taoist robe and looking like an immortal came over, looked at him with a smile and asked, "Are you afraid?" Mingtai replied vigilantly, "Who are you?" But the next second he remembered something and looked at the old man expectantly. The old man said, "I am your master. If you don't want to, I will send you back to the underworld." When Mingtai heard this, he quickly said, "I do!" He was fifty years old and knew that it was difficult to defy fate, but he never let go of the obsession of worshipping the Xuanmen and seeking revenge on the ghost king.

The old man smiled, nodded and said, "Okay, then follow me." Mingtai followed him foolishly... This story is so tortuous and bizarre!

In the next fifty years, Mingtai was a great man. He entered the Xuanmen Sect and became the last disciple of the super boss of the Jianyin Sect, Emperor Qingfeng, who was also the sword master Bo Liangzi, who was praised by everyone in the martial arts world. Now, he has a super cool Taoist name - Mo Wenjian. Why is it called this? Because he practices swordsmanship, and the name was given by his parents, which has a bit of Buddhist flavor, but the boss Bo Liangzi thought that he had to return to the true nature of Taoism, so he gave him this name, which is quite consistent with the Buddhist saying "There is no Bodhi tree", and it can be regarded as not forgetting the kindness of his parents.

Bo Liangzi really loved his apprentice and taught him everything. Mingtai also worked hard and learned 99% of it. Ten years later, Mo Wenjian was very successful in the martial arts world. He was the best among the three swords of heaven, earth and man. Although he joined the sect the latest, his cultivation was higher than his two brothers. In the sect, only Bo Liangzi could surpass him.

Mo Wenjian went out for a stroll again, and this time he got a great bargain, a magic weapon called Changli flew into his hands. This sword flew from the sky, and no one knew where it was going, but Mo Wenjian felt that he had a connection with it, and as soon as the blue blade moved, Changli Sword came back obediently, and he was very excited.