Chapter 22 Death on the Lotus Platform
The legend of Hongying Secret Realm is the story of a romantic prodigal who turned around and found his way back.
A hundred years ago, there was a talented female cultivator named Hongying. She fell in love with a prodigal son who practiced amorous swordsmanship. Hongying stalked the prodigal son, and eventually one of them died and the other was injured.
The prodigal son, wearing a green shirt, traveled to all over the country with wine. He bluntly said that wine and beauty should not be let down. He was bohemian, but he disdained the red tassel.
The prodigal son offended the world's top swordsman for a gentle woman. In the end, his right hand was crippled, his spiritual veins were damaged, and he was like half a cripple. Hongying never gave up, seeking famous medicines from all over the world for the prodigal son, traveling to secret places, and narrowly escaped death.
"Guess, the prodigal son was moved?" Feng Zhishui whispered.
“No.” Ni Hua affirmed without any suspense. In reality, a prodigal will never look back.
Sure enough, after the passionate prodigal son recovered from his injury, he was not only unmoved by Hongying who had never left him despite the betrayal of his relatives, but also intensified his treatment of Hongying even more harshly.
It’s a very cliché story. The prodigal son is like the darling of heaven. He has been promoted to the peak of a monk, sitting on the treasures of heaven and earth and beauties. Hongying silently accompanied him all the way, accompanying him through life and death. In the end, Hongying died under the thunder in order to protect him from disaster.
Hongying had nothing after her death. She left her sect for the prodigal son, betrayed all her relatives, dedicated all her treasures and sincerity to an unworthy person, damaged her foundation, destroyed her elixir, and was miserable. After her death, no one even collected her body.
In the first year after Hongying's death, the prodigal son continued to have fun and pursue his amorous path. In the second year after Hongying's death, the prodigal son still had beautiful women around him. The great road of the prodigal son will soar to the sky.
The funny thing is that in the end, on the eve of his ascension, the prodigal son returned to the mortal world without breaking through his inner demons. He followed the inner demons to the place where Hongying's bones were buried. He picked up Hongying and left it in the world. The only remaining bone of his body suddenly went crazy.
A hundred years ago, the prodigal son was finally trapped by inner demons and failed to ascend successfully. He stayed in the mortal world and spent all his efforts to create a red tassel secret realm, collect heavenly and earthly treasures, seal off the spiritual energy, and then disappear. In people's sight.
That prodigal son, unfortunately, is the ancestor of the Feng family, Feng Zhisai.
Before everyone arrived, Feng Zhishui finished telling the story with a smile.
Blood flowed down drop by drop from the corner of Feng Zhishui's mouth. Feng Zhishui leaned down and picked a lotus. She took a step back with a sad expression on her face, and her whole body felt broken and desolate.
Ni Hua had taken Talisman Cultivation as an elective. She looked at Feng Zhishui's eyebrows with black texture wrapped around them. Her expression changed drastically, "Are you under a spell?"
Feng Zhishui waved tiredly. Waved his hand, "Let's go. Let me see how good you are." For those who share destiny, the secret of the Feng family is the Hongying Secret Realm, and there is nothing left to tell.”
It is said that the most infatuated Feng Zhulao has been hiding in the world for hundreds of years, and died. My wife created a secret place called Hongying.
Feng Zhishui lowered his head and smiled meaningfully. If the Feng family was famous for being infatuated, how could she exist?
It's always a lie.
The Feng family has always been fake infatuated.
She, Feng Zhishui, is not the so-called fake daughter of a real or fake daughter, she is the illegitimate daughter of Feng Zhiqing.
The bloodline of the Feng family turns out to be... the key to unlocking the secret realm of Hongying.
How nice, before she died, she heard a very funny joke.
It turns out that Feng Zhishui is really the daughter of Feng Zhiqing, so her half-sister Feng Zhiyu will die if something goes wrong.
"If possible, I really hope to go to Hongying Secret Realm to meet the legendary fairy..." Under Feng Zhishui's gentle face, there was still a sarcastic smile.
In today's world of immortal cultivation, no one has ascended in a century. How many people will flock to the immortal fate left by the great sword cultivator who once ascended to the sky in one step? Feng Zhishui really wants to know, after cultivating the passionate sword to the end, What is it...
The secret realm of Hongying is closed, is it the former Sword Cultivator of the Passionate Sword, or is it a demon cultivator? Is it chance or misfortune? Feng Zhishui really wants to witness it with his own eyes.
The Feng family left a handwritten note by Feng Zhiluo, which said: The secret realm of Hongying was opened, and living people were sacrificed, and the blood of the descendants of the Feng family was used as a guide.
What serious immortal would use his own descendants to sacrifice to heaven and start the inheritance.
Feng Zhishui looked at the invisible observation tower with distant eyes. After the Thousand Silk Silkworm Poison Plan was exposed, the murderers behind the "miracle medicine" traded underground were hunted by righteous people. With the Feng Family The Feng family, the main conspirators, set up a dragnet in Hongling Town, the former site of the Hongying Secret Realm, in order to sacrifice human beings and open up the Hongying Secret Realm. Those decent people thought they had found the lair of the mastermind behind the scenes and planned an encirclement and suppression, but in fact they were just "baits" in the eyes of others, and were used as a foreshadowing for fishing.
Every step of the way is as high as the devil.
Cracks appeared in the sky, like a tide, and black clouds pressed down.
The earth shook and the mountains shook, but the wind and water stayed on the Lotus Terrace, and they stayed on the Lotus Terrace forever.
The red rain is still falling, and the coldness is coming from all directions.
The sky is falling.
But who said that when the sky falls, the taller ones will die first.
Ni Hua ran halfway and was blocked by the gaping abyss. After the earth shook, she was pressed underground, buried to death, and the blood all over her body solidified.
She felt dizzy, and there were ethereal carols coming from the distance, and she thought in a daze that if she was going to die, would the heroine die too.
Between half asleep and half awake, a mysterious power covered Nihua's body, as if she was about to be sucked dry...
The fishy smell hit her face, and Nihua opened her eyes again When you open your eyes, what you see is a wasteland.
Is she dead, or was she drawn into a secret realm?
Not sure, check again.
After Nihua closed her eyes, she opened them again, then touched her old waist and stood up. The pain coming from her body told her that she was probably not dead yet.
Ni Hua found a place to sit down to heal her wounds, and checked her supplies. Except for the spirit sword that followed her loyally, she was now completely destitute. If this is a secret realm, see if there is a chance to find an opportunity.
"You, you, you, you stepped on me and hurt me." A voice suddenly came out, "I order you, lift your feet."
Ni Hua looked around, not knowing who Is it Xiaocao who is talking?
But there is a wasteland nearby. If you look carefully, you can't find a blade of grass, so Nihua raised his heels and took a few steps back.
"I order you not to move anymore, and I told you not to step on me."
Ni Hua looked at her feet, she didn't step on anything... She was thoughtful, but she couldn't say that, After all, she is stepping on the soil.
The land also has a spirit?
“Are you the god of land?” Nihua was curious, “Do you control the land here?”
“Ahhhhhh, don’t step on me again!”
It seemed like the sound really came out of the earth.
Not sure, listen again.
Ni Hua covered her forehead. After a series of screams and screams, she felt that if she didn’t answer its words, it was estimated that the spirit of the land would not answer her questions. She He replied with some helplessness, "There is no place to stay here, and I don't have the spiritual power to fly now..."
"I really can't help it." Nihua drew a symbol slightly , lightened his weight and landed on the ground, and then murmured. "Do you know who else is here besides me?"
"The land here is all under my control. There is no one else here, but I know that the place in front of me where ferocious beasts live has fallen. So many people.”
(End of this chapter)