Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 230 Hongxiu Tianxiang Pavilion, the infatuated person is gone

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On the wooden couch, the stunningly beautiful woman looked at Jian Fengyun, her red lips trembled for a long time, and she said bravely: "I am the lord of the Xiaoxiang Sect in the Tianxuan Upper Region——Xiaofeng, how can I be from the Demon Realm!"

While speaking, the stunningly beautiful woman couldn't help being a little afraid to look at Jian Fengyun.

"Moyu, Hongxiu Tianxiang Pavilion, what do you have to do with it?" Jian Fengyun said coldly without changing his face.

As soon as Xiaofeng's pale cheeks changed color, his beautiful eyes were shocked instantly, and he looked at Jian Fengyun in disbelief, his red lips trembling and said: "You, how do you know Hongxiu Tianxiangge, you are really that adult disciple?"

"You only need to answer me about your relationship with Hongxiu Tianxiang Pavilion, and you don't need to care about the rest?" Jian Fengyun said domineeringly.

Xiao Feng's face turned blue, seeing the murderous look in Jian Fengyun's eyes, he could only grit his teeth and said, "That's right, I am the hundredth generation descendant of Hongxiu Tianxiang Pavilion."

"Why don't you stay in Demon Realm well, why come to Wanyu?" Jian Fengyun slightly restrained the killing intent in his eyes, and frowned.

Xiaofeng's face paled slightly, and a trace of sadness flashed in the depths of his beautiful eyes, and he said: "Why don't I want to go back to the Demon Realm, but the Hongxiu Tianxiang Pavilion no longer exists, and going back will only leave sadness, it is better to leave!"

"No longer exists? The Hongxiu Tianxiang Pavilion is above the Demon Realm, and it is the Hongxiu Empress's orthodoxy inheritance, how can it be said that it no longer exists?" Jian Fengyun's eyes moved, and he asked doubtfully.

A look of loneliness flashed in Xiaofeng's eyes, and he said immediately: "Master, for a man, disbanded the Hongxiu Tianxiang Pavilion!"

When the words fell, deep in Xiaofeng's beautiful eyes, the scene from that year could not help reappearing——

Three thousand and 600 years ago, she was a six-year-old girl who didn't know the love between men and women at all, and she was practicing day after day on Hongxiu Peak in Hongxiu Tianxiang Pavilion carefree.

Due to her physical talent, she was selected as the descendant of the Red Sleeve Empress, and lived on the Red Sleeve Peak, practicing with her teachers and sisters.Perhaps because of her talent, she is more favored by her master than other sisters.He lived a well-behaved life like this, practicing all day long, thinking that his life would pass like this.

Once, the master went to participate in the Wanyu Emperor Conferring War, and when he came back, he seemed to be a different person. He lost his temper all day long. Dissatisfied, she often lost her temper, and even her most beloved disciple was not less punished.

Since then, the master has been in seclusion almost every year, and the Red Sleeve Peak has been closed to cut off contact with the outside world. It is just that the master will go out once every hundred years, but every time the master returns in a rage, every time she returns, she always I could hear the master gnashing his teeth and reciting a person's name.

This situation lasted for hundreds of years, until one day, it was reported in the Wanyu that No. 1 on the list of emperors in the Wanyu——Emperor Fengyun was besieged and fell. In the Qingyun domain of the endless sea!

When the master heard the news, his hair turned gray all night, and all the flowers on Hongxiu Peak withered.

After 600 years, she still remembers that night when all the sisters left and there was no one on Hongxiu Peak.

The silver-haired master grabbed her hand and told her: "The Hongxiu Tianxiang Pavilion is gone, you go to Qingyunyu to find Jian Fengyun's body and bury it."

At that time, she had practiced Taoism for five hundred years and had not experienced too much experience. She asked the master innocently: "Why did you disband the Hongxiu Tianxiang Pavilion?"

The master didn't answer her, but just let her go, until later, when she went back to Demon Realm from Qingyun Realm after many twists and turns, she was no longer the little girl she was back then. A calligraphy and painting left in the dilapidated study.

"I don't want to be an emperor to add fragrance to the next life, I only want to be the person next to the king!"

Two lines of fourteen characters, the person in the painting is a peerless man, holding a sword, like a fairy above the nine heavens.

Xiaofeng's eyes gradually became clear, with tears streaming down his face, and he said to Jian Fengyun, "Master has always loved Master Jian Fengyun, but he didn't say it outright because of his status. Later, Master Jian Fengyun fell, and Master dismissed Hongxiu Tianxiang Pavilion, leave."

"The red-sleeved empress has fallen?" Jian Fengyun also had a strange look in his eyes.

"I don't know if it's fallen or not, but when I returned to Hongxiu Peak, there was only a pair of calligraphy and painting left in the master's study. On the calligraphy and painting was Lord Jian Fengyun, and wrote a line of poetry: Adding fragrance to the next life is not an emperor. I only wish to be the king's pillow!" Xiaofeng said with a hint of memory in his eyes.

The red-sleeved empress, one of the top demon emperors in the Demon Realm, was beautiful and she was one of the beauties recognized by the Wanyu Emperor at that time.

In the first battle of Wanyu Fengdi, the red-sleeved empress swept Wanyu's emperors and rejected the pursuit of many Wanyu emperors, saying that only those who defeated her could be her Taoist companions.

That was when he had just come out of seclusion, and went to the battlefield in a hurry. No matter how strong the Red Sleeve Empress was, there was still a big gap between his swordsmanship at the god level at that time, so she lost.

She wants to marry him, how can he marry?
Jian Fengyun refused, and in front of countless emperors in Wanyu, Jian Fengyun refused frankly.

The red-sleeved empress burst into tears on the spot, vowing to defeat Jian Fengyun in her lifetime, so she will challenge her every year for hundreds of years.

After more than three thousand years, Jian Fengyun vaguely remembered her, but he thought that Hongxiu kept challenging him just for the sake of face, but he didn't expect her to be emotional.

"Hey, why bother!" Jian Fengyun sighed lightly, and the murderous aura in his eyes suddenly dissipated.

"Yes, Master doesn't have to be like this at all, so I founded the Xiaoxiang Sect to prohibit disciples in the sect from forming Taoist couples with men. I want to restore the Hongxiu Tianxiang Pavilion. I believe that Master is still alive. Fallen!" A flash of determination flashed in Xiaofeng's beautiful eyes.

"It's up to you?" Jian Fengyun glanced coldly, and said indifferently.

"No, because of the Xiaoxiang sect, when I returned to Hongxiu Peak, some sisters who were thinking of the old love of the master had already guarded the sect for the master at Hongxiu Peak, guarding the orthodoxy of Hongxiu Tianxiang Pavilion. Unexpectedly, in order to control the demon realm, the new devil emperor Forced us to submit, Hongxiu Tianxiangge sisters were ordered to resist, although I am the only one left now, but I will still spend the rest of my life to take back Hongxiu Tianxiangge and our home!" Xiaofeng said firmly.

"Xiaoxiangzong?" Jian Fengyun smiled, his eyes turned cold and said: "When you die, Xiaoxiangzong will probably sink into this chaotic dispute between ten thousand domain forces!"

"I won't die!" Xiaoyun looked at Jian Fengyun excitedly.

"Your soul has been severely wounded, and your meridians are half disabled. How long do you think you can live?" Jian Fengyun said calmly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

(End of this chapter)