Fengyunlu

At the other end of the sky, beyond the clouds, near the Thunder Pond, Mo Wenjian spoke softly, with a hint of sadness in his eyes. The tone of his voice was like the spring breeze blowing across the lake, soft and a little sad: "Beauty is passionate, separation is hateful, and people in love understand the pain of lovesickness the most. This lovesick sword formation wants to leave behind not the cold sword edge, but the hearts of those who hold the sword." His voice was soft, but it seemed like he was telling stories from the past. Those stories were like an old monk chanting sutras, floating around in the sword formation, making the two people present feel uneasy.

One is old, the other is young. Luo Hongchen's eyes are wide open, as if he has fallen into a whirlpool of memories; Fairy Ji Yao is lost in thought, her heart full of longing for the person far away. Perhaps, they are both thinking about the person engraved in their hearts, and also worrying about the person who is gradually drifting away.

Someone in a white robe, waving long sleeves, walked hurriedly, looking like he never stopped, but also like he never left. When I turned around, there was a lonely figure, floating around, as if he had never existed, but always unwilling to leave.

There is a winding path on the top of the mountain. Although it is not easy to walk, someone is always thinking about him in his heart. The dim lantern emits a weak light, illuminating an anxious face, but the expression is unclear. I don't know if he can come back, and I don't know when he can come back. The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the wind blows the grass on the roadside, as if reminding her that waiting may not necessarily wait for the person you want to wait for.

In a trance, someone kept shaking. The figure in the white robe was so lonely. The black hair turned white. There was no smile, no longer the unruly look before, only endless sadness and helplessness. Suddenly, someone's body twitched and trembled slightly. Tears soaked the clothes and the bed curtains. She didn't dare to look, because she didn't know where that world was and was afraid that she wouldn't be able to find him.

The wind blew over, and someone passed by the hilltop and cut the grass next to it, leaving blood on the ground. For some reason, the man frowned, as if he was stopped by some mysterious force, and unknowingly walked to the top of the mountain.

The old friend had gone, and perhaps also took away another person's concern. Suddenly, a surge of hatred surged in his heart, pushing him to turn around and disappear in an unknown place...

Many years later, someone told this story, saying that there was an evil spirit on the hill in the early years. She often carried a dark lantern in the dead of night, and the lantern was as red as blood. The evil spirit was blood-red and walked back and forth on the path, asking passers-by if anyone was coming and when they would arrive. No matter how the passers-by answered, she would always ask, and scared people so much that they would rather take a longer detour than dare to take this road.

Later, I heard that a young man came here one night. Some people said he was a cultivator. Late at night, he went into the mountain. I don't know what he encountered, but he stayed there until noon the next day. Since then, the evil spirit has disappeared, but the mountain road has been destroyed. The deep ravines are unknown how deep, and the road can no longer lead to the other side.

Many years later, no one remembered what happened on the mountain. One day, a woodcutter fell into the ravine by accident and was rescued by a sloppy old man. The woodcutter returned home and said that an old immortal had come to the mountain, but the villagers did not believe him. Until one full-moon night, a huge sword rushed up from the ravine and the sloppy old man turned into a man standing tall. Only then did people believe what the woodcutter said was true.

Unfortunately, the sword flashed, and the giant sword disappeared, and the old man disappeared. In the summer, the woodcutter always wanted to go up the mountain to take a look, but after a few years, the old man never showed up again. The woodcutter once lowered the rope, but the rope could not reach the bottom of the ditch. The sound of the wind below was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, and if you listened carefully, it sounded like hungry ghosts struggling below. The woodcutter was so scared that he ran back home, and he fell ill and died within two years.

The villagers said that the woodcutter was too stupid to see what was going on, and ended up being seduced by a mountain ghost. But some people disagreed. The person who collected the woodcutter's body found a piece of red cloth in his arms. The red cloth was originally white, but it was dyed red by the blood. The strange thing is that the blood seemed to never dry, and it couldn't be washed off even if it was put in water. Moreover, the red cloth seemed to have a magical power when it touched a stranger, making people want to go to the ravine to take a look.

This guy was so frightened that his heart was pounding, and he didn't even dare to fart. He was a typical village old man. When he was a child, he heard the legend of evil spirits in the mountains from the older generation. Now half of his body is buried in the ground, but when he thinks of the legend, he still breaks out in a cold sweat.

The next day, he went to a nearby temple to ask a monk to perform a ritual to bury the woodcutter and return the red cloth to him to avoid attracting unclean things. The monk looked at the red cloth, thought for a while, and was eager to go up the mountain to take a look. As a result, the monk left and never came back. The monks in the temple also disappeared into the mountain one by one, without a trace.

The villagers were so scared that they dared not go up the mountain, so they reported it to the government. The government sent a large number of soldiers into the mountain, but nothing came of it. The government officials were afraid of losing their jobs, so they simply closed the mountain, and no one mentioned the incident again.

More than ten years passed, and the woodcutter's son grew up. He quietly went into the mountains to avenge his father. He searched half of the mountain, even the deep gullies and ridges, but he didn't see any trace of the legendary evil spirit. What's more bizarre is that the monks and soldiers who went into the mountains in those years didn't even leave their bodies. All that was left was the biting mountain wind, which could make people shiver even in the hot summer.

The woodcutter's son went home to say goodbye to his mother and said he was going to the famous mountain to learn from a master. He heard that there were masters on the famous mountain, and it would not be too late to learn some skills before going back to the mountain. He went to many mountains, but no one was willing to accept him because of his poor qualifications. Just when he was discouraged and wanted to go home to be filial to his mother, he met a sloppy old man at the entrance of the village.

The old man smiled and said that he had a connection with the woodcutter's son and was willing to teach him a few tricks. Although the woodcutter's son was well-informed, he knew not to judge a person by his appearance. Although the old man was sloppy, he exuded a mysterious aura. The woodcutter's son happily agreed.

The next day, the old man taught him kung fu, but after three days, the old man almost exploded. The woodcutter's son not only had a poor understanding, but also had a stubborn mind. No matter how he was taught, he couldn't learn. Finally, the old man left some money and left. The woodcutter's son knew that he was stupid, but he was determined not to let the old man down. In addition, he wanted to go into the mountains, so he worked hard to practice the formula left by the old man.

Decades later, the woodcutter's son finally achieved some success. During this period, he sent his mother away and went into the mountains many times, but he did not find the evil spirit. One day, he suddenly realized that he could not continue to be so blind. He explained to the villagers, left the mountains, and began to venture into the world. Twenty years later, he became famous and achieved success.

People in the Xuanmen sect said that he was a genius, and he had reached the Saint level in less than a hundred years. He was good at hand-to-hand combat and rarely used Taoist magic, more like a warrior. So some people gave him the title of "Martial Saint".

For a time, the Martial Saint became famous. Over the past few decades, his reputation grew, and his cultivation reached the peak of the Saint level. He alone could defeat an entire faction, and his every move could affect the situation of both good and evil.

That day, Di Yuan came to him and said: Brother, do you want to join our righteous way, become a true martial saint, and come down to the mortal world to wander around? But he was worried about something in his heart, that is, he wanted to find the sloppy old man who taught him martial arts. He could never forget that kindness. Also, when he returned to his hometown that year, he found that everything was not the same as before. Even a magic weapon called "Hongzhuang" appeared in the ravine. It was bright red and engraved with the words "Hongzhuang". There was also the breath of the old man in it. He carried the sword with him, waiting to return it to the old man one day. Because of these, he did not immediately agree to Di Yuan.

However, Diyuan invited him sincerely, and he didn't have any sect, so after many twists and turns, he finally agreed and registered as a member of Diyuan.

As a result, on the way to Wudi City, he met his long-lost teacher, the Spring and Autumn Emperor Luo Hongchen. Luo Hongchen had long forgotten who he had taught, but Jiang He always remembered this favor. He was so excited that he knelt down and kowtowed. Luo Hongchen was confused at first, but later he understood. Everyone in the Imperial Garden was overjoyed and congratulated Luo Hongchen for accepting such a talented disciple. Luo Hongchen didn't care much, he always looked down on these empty formalities.

Luo Hongchen thought of the place where he was born. He had been to that mountain several times. The last time he went there, he found that all the spiritual energy and sword energy there were gone. He was planning to go and have a look again, but he was invited to the Imperial Garden by the old master and met Jiang He.

They were sitting in the tea room, and Luo Hongchen thought, this disciple looks stupid, but he is so powerful. The disciples of the big sects can't compare to him. So, he acquiesced to Jiang He as a registered disciple.

Jiang He was so excited that he knelt down again to become his disciple, and then began to tell his story and took out the Red Makeup Sword. When Luo Hongchen asked, he found out where the sword came from and told him not to use it casually.

Jiang He did as he was told, put the sword into the wooden box and sent it back to his hometown. However, the sword escaped by itself, so he had to suppress it again and discussed with Luo Hongchen to seal it in Hongchen's Purple Palace.

This sword is a pair with the Changli Sword. Luo Hongchen didn't want to release it because there was an evil spirit sealed inside. But later, something went wrong with the Changli Sword. Luo Hongchen was busy dealing with things in the Xuanmen, and when he came back, he found that the Changli Sword was in Mo Wenjian's hand.

At that time, Mo Wenjian was really famous. He ranked third among the three famous swordsmen of Jianyin Sect, but his swordsmanship was superb and he had comprehended the essence of swordsmanship. As soon as Luo Hongchen saw this talented young man, she liked him very much and secretly made friends with him. She taught him a lot of the essence of Changli swordsmanship in the name of deduction.

Mo Wenjian was gifted with extraordinary talent, and his swordsmanship was unique, as if it came from another world. At that time, except for the Cangyun Emperor Bai Qianyi, almost no one could beat him. But just when he was at the peak of his powers, he was attacked by someone unknown, and his meridians were broken, his two Purple God Palaces were destroyed, and his soul was scattered. Fortunately, he was rescued, and he drew a circle and locked himself in the ancestral temple, never to show up again.

After hearing about this, Luo Hongchen wanted to go see him and help him untie the knot in his heart. But she didn't expect that Jianyinmen disappeared from then on, and she thought Mo Wenjian was dead. Unexpectedly, Mo Wenjian appeared in Leiming Mountain now, and Changli Sword also magically returned to his hands. His cultivation is stronger than before, even if Bai Qianyi comes, he may not be able to defeat him.

Luo Hongchen had no choice but to take out the Red Makeup Sword. As soon as the Red Makeup Sword came out, the Changli Sword was controlled. Unless there were special means, even the person holding the sword would be controlled. This was also the reason why she was relieved to let Ji Yao and Mo Wenjian be together before, because she kept a trick and did not teach Mo Wenjian all the Changli sword techniques.

But who knew that just when the Acacia Sword Formation was activated, Mo Wenjian seemed to be controlled, and Luo Hongchen also arrived. As a result, the sword formation was controlled by Changli Sword, and it was not the means she left behind, but more like the power of the sword itself. The three of them were trapped in the formation. What's even more amazing is that Luo Hongchen was suppressed more than Mo Wenjian and Ji Yao.

Luo Hongchen was secretly shocked. She knew that this Acacia Sword Formation was extraordinary. It was the treasure of the Sword Hidden Sect, and it was difficult for ordinary people to crack it. However, the mysterious connection between the Changli Sword and the Hongzhuang Sword seemed to trigger a deeper power hidden in the sword formation. She took a deep breath and decided not to hold back anymore, and put all the essence of the swordsmanship she had learned throughout her life to use.

Jiang He was stunned watching from the side. He had never seen such an exquisite sword technique. Luo Hongchen's sword light was like a meteor across the night sky. Every swing was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air. The sword energy was crisscrossed, cutting off the restraints of the Acacia Sword Formation one by one. Mo Wenjian and Ji Yao also felt Luo Hongchen's sword intent. They each used their internal strength to echo Luo Hongchen's sword energy. The three forces merged into one and finally broke the sword formation completely.

As soon as the sword formation was broken, the three of them felt relieved at the same time, and the surrounding mountains and forests returned to their former tranquility. Luo Hongchen sheathed her sword and looked at Mo Wenjian with deep eyes. She knew that this young man was hiding an unknown secret, and all of this might be related to the origin of Changli Sword and Hongzhuang Sword.

Mo Wenjian was silent for a moment, and finally spoke: "Senior Luo, the reason why I can control the Changli Sword is because there is a power in my body, which seems to have an inextricable bond with the sword. I once thought that I would embark on a path of no return, but today, I understand that this power is the mission given to me by the sword."

Luo Hongchen nodded. She knew that what Mo Wenjian said was true. The legend of Changli Sword and Hongzhuang Sword might be more profound than she knew. She decided to tell Mo Wenjian and Jianghe the stories of these two sword spirits, so that they would understand that the path of swordsmanship is full of unknowns and challenges, but as long as they have faith, they will eventually be able to open up their own path.

The three of them sat on the top of the mountain, Luo Hongchen slowly told the legend of the two magic swords, and Jiang He and Mo Wenjian listened attentively, and their understanding of the swordsmanship deepened. After that, they each embarked on their own journey, and Luo Hongchen continued to look for more legends and stories in the world of martial arts. Her swordsmanship also improved with constant exploration and practice.