Finally, in the reflection of Fu Yunge's eyes, Lang Chenyan's expression became a little more relaxed. I don't know what he has been thinking about during this time, but now his expression seems to be that of melting ice, or that he has put down some unbearable burden.
Fu Yunge felt happy when he saw this expression on his face.
Lang Chenyan smacked his dry lips, and his warm breath still carried the taste of broth.
He stared at Fu Yunge, his eyes undeniable and chilling: "Are you interested in hearing about the past of Tianjiang Wu Dao?"
Seeing his majestic expression, Fu Yunge had no choice but to nod his head in agreement.
After receiving the expected affirmation, Lang Chenyan raised his head and glanced at the lantern above his head. After sighing faintly, he slowly spoke to Fu Yunge in a low and gloomy voice.
Tiandian Wandao Pavilion, a name that has been buried by history, has now been gradually forgotten. When fewer and fewer people can still remember that period of history, those mysterious and unsolved cases will be buried along with the yellow sand in the desert that no one will remember.
Back then, Jian Chengfeng, the founder of the Tianjiang Five Swordsmen and the Tiandian Wandao Pavilion, had always been on good terms with each other, and came to assist him when he founded the Wandao Pavilion. Soon, under the call of Tianjiang Wu Dao and Jian Chengfeng's great reputation in the sword world, Tiandian Wandao Pavilion quickly became filled with disciples and became a top-notch organization in the sword world.
"Linyu Sword Emperor·Ceshen Feng, Zuiye Demon Sword·Mo Yin Dao, Crazy Sword Yichen·Xia Xingjing, Sword Demon Yanjiang·Hanging Death. And me..." Lang Chenyan's eyes were filled with confusion as he looked at Sparks danced in the extinguished pyre, "You must remember. This is the Five Swords of Tianjiang."
Fu Yunge memorized their names carefully. Although he didn't know what the use was, he was unwilling to go against Lang Chenyan, who was so depressed at this time: "I... remember them."
After receiving his answer, Lang Chenyan continued: "It's a pity... Since that year, Tianjiang has fallen into pieces... Among the five swords, I am the only one left."
"What happened back then?" Fu Yunge was curious.
The dim light gradually dimmed, and the oil candle inside burned out. Lang Chenyan stared at Fu Yunge in confusion, his thoughts going back to the past.
Jian Chengfeng's death was the cause of Tiandian Wandao Pavilion's overnight decline. Jian Chengfeng enjoyed a high reputation in the sword world at that time, and his sword did not grow old, and he was still a first-rate master of the sword sect. He was killed in a sneak attack that year, which caused an uproar in the martial arts world and was shocking.
As luck would have it, Jian Chengfeng and Tianjiang Wu Dao had a disagreement on something at that time. Although it was not a major matter, it became an important clue to Jian Chengfeng's future death.
At that time, both inside and outside Tiandian Wandao Pavilion, all public opinions pointed at Tianjiang Wudao, making it difficult for them to distinguish, and at the same time, secret suspicions arose. Mutual suspicion caused a rift to appear between the five swordsmen of Tianjiang. In the end, the swords turned against each other and parted ways.
And the Tiandian Wandao Pavilion, which lost its backbone, fell apart soon after. For swordsmen in the world, the former Wandao Pavilion has become a dream. The glorious past has also been stained and has become an unbearable memory that no one talks about.
"The great rift gave many people with ulterior motives an opportunity to take advantage of them. They fabricated lies and slandered Wu Dao, causing each of them to run away. Not long after that, the enemies of the past who were dying soon came to visit, and a generation of sword demons fell."
Lang Chenyan looked back at the heart-wrenching history, his palms stained with yellow spots of rust from stroking the broken knife too hard. Fu Yunge looked at him and listened to him venting the pain that had been buried in his heart for many years.
"The Five Swordsmen of Tianjiang were already infamous at that time." Lang Chenyan looked at Fu Yunge seriously, "The pride of the swordsman has fallen into the loess. I was disheartened by the martial arts and kept my name anonymous. After many twists and turns, I finally stayed in the martial arts forever. here."
Fu Yunge had heard that their Tianjiang Five Swordsmen were all very arrogant. After experiencing such an inexplicable matter and losing his reputation, it would be better to fade away from the world.
Fu Yunge brought it to himself and felt that he would not do what they did back then. If the real culprit can be found, proving one's innocence is naturally the best policy. But things are different in this world, and without fully understanding the situation back then, he was not qualified to make any judgments.
"Who do you think was the real murderer back then?" Fu Yunge asked tentatively.
However, Lang Chenyan fell silent. He didn't seem to want to doubt anyone in Wu Dao, but there was an unforgettable resentment between his brows that he inherited from those years ago.
"It's not important anymore." After a while, he looked at the ground and shook his head lightly.
The wind and snow outside are gradually getting lighter. Fu Yunge's ears became much quieter. In the dilapidated tent, he felt the smoke and dust of the past rushing towards him.
The wick of the lantern burned out, and the tent suddenly became dark.
In the darkness, Fu Yunge felt Lang Chenyan slowly lie down beside him. He hurriedly turned around, but heard Lang Chenyan murmur to himself: "The light is out, go to sleep."
Fu Yunge hesitated for a moment, and immediately felt a strong sense of sleepiness coming over him.
He yawned deeply, but Tosai was still thinking about him. He carefully asked in a low voice: "So, what about Xia Xing's deeds..."
Lang Chenyan twisted his neck, thought for a few seconds, and snorted lazily: "What does his matter have to do with me."
"This..." Fu Yunge was stunned. When he wanted to persuade him again, he heard Lang Chenyan snoring heavily.
