In a valley in the hinterland of Kunlun, there is a dilapidated Taoist temple standing on a low mountain. At this time, two Taoist priests with immortal style are playing chess in the Taoist temple.
These two people are disciples of this Taoist temple. When they were children more than a hundred years ago, they were taken to the mountain by their master Cheng Dezi. They spent dozens of winters and summers here together. In the end, only two of them succeeded.
One person can go down the mountain, and that person is Taoist Master Tianfeng.
However, Taoist Master Tianfeng's senior brother Qingyunzi stayed in the mountain. From then on, they were separated from each other. A century has passed, but the two of them seemed to have separated just yesterday, and there was no heart-wrenching relationship when they met.
Yong cried and complained that when Master Tianfeng stepped into the door of Beiming Taoist Temple, Qingyunzi in front of the courtyard just looked up casually, and then said lightly: "The meal is ready, come and eat first."
Master Tianfeng did not lament the vicissitudes of life over the years as he imagined. He walked to the table very calmly, sat down, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and started eating without any sense of disobedience. Both of them ate very slowly, and they looked very much like each other.
A dying old man.
After the meal, the two sat down face to face again and started playing chess. This was also their favorite thing when they were children. When they were young, they would sit in front of the door and start playing chess like they do now. When they had free time, Qingyun at that time
Qingyunzi is a few years older than Tianfeng, so every time he plays chess, Qingyunzi will let Tianfeng be more experienced.
"Are you injured when you come back this time?" Taoist priest Qingyun Yun Danqingfeng picked up the chess pieces and placed them on the chessboard unhurriedly.
"Time is not forgiving, maybe you are really old!" Master Tianfeng put a white chess piece into the chessboard with an unnatural expression.
Qingyun and Tianfeng started talking while playing chess, and the focus of their conversation was on the issue of awakening the heart.
"According to what you said, is this child indeed the destined one we have been waiting for a thousand years?" Qingyun asked as expected.
"That's right, the civil and military souls are definitely there, and I have been with him for eight years. Mu Xiu Yulin is absolutely talented and intelligent. I have never felt the martial arts soul in his body before, and thought it was sealed. Knowing this
The first time he met Jin Ao again, and the strange changes that appeared on Xingxin's body during the crisis were almost exactly the same as the ancestor's martial soul recorded in the book. But it is not visible at all in normal times," said Tianfeng Laotao.
Very slowly, as if thinking about the mystery of this chess game.
Qingyunzi picked up another piece and slowly dropped it: "Everything in the world has its destiny. We are all old, so why not let it take its course!"
Tianfeng said with a smile: "I mean the same thing. He has been by my side in the past few years because he is still young. When he grows up, he still has to experience it by himself. Maybe the secret of his martial soul is only his own."
It can be untied."
After finishing, he landed on the ground, looked up at Qingyunzi with a smile and said, "Senior brother, you still let me go after all these years."
Qingyunzi also showed a long-lost smile, stroking his white beard with his old hands and sighed: "We have been guarding the hearts for several generations. Now this matter is finally as usual in the era of the three of us. We can do it
Whatever, just give it your all, after all, he is carrying the hope of the Taoist sect in the world."
Tianfeng raised his head and glanced at the distant mountain, his eyes filled with infinite emotion, and asked slowly: "Is that sword still there?"
Qingyunzi nodded silently and said to the old Taoist Tianfeng: "Let that black sword go home too."
Tianfeng nodded and said thoughtfully: "It's been a thousand years, and it's time to come back. This is also the purpose of my trip."
Beiming has two swords, one black and one white. The black sword is the black black iron long sword that Mo Canxue used to slay demons back then. It is called "Han Xia" and it is the second generation master of the sect, Master Han Yu.
While walking in the Western Regions, I accidentally discovered a piece of black iron hidden under the thousand-year-old ice. Master Hanyu's attainments in weapon refining can be said to be unprecedented. He spent more than ten years to refine the black iron.
He created a magical weapon, and then spent more than ten years developing a set of sword techniques for this sword, the "Cold Wave Sword Technique", which was passed down to later generations and became a must-have weapon for every generation of walking disciples at that time.
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Later, this sword was transformed into a sword spirit in Mo Canxue's hands. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the best magic weapon in the world. After Mo Canxue killed the Demon King, this black sword was taken away by Mo Canxue's master at that time.
, has been frozen in a snow mountain in the northeast, and the descendants of the sect were told to take it back when the Wenwu Quxing reappears a thousand years later.
And Beiming doesn't only have this sword.
There is also a white sword named "Frost". This sword is better than the "Cold Wave". The Frost Sword was created in the late Southern Song Dynasty when a "walking disciple" of Beiming accidentally found himself in the depths of the North Sea.
I found a thousand-year-old black ice magic iron everywhere, and after many years, I brought it back to the Central Plains. With the help of the famous swordsmith Yan Tiesan at the time, it took three years to build this sword.
It is slender and sharp, and the sword's edge is piercingly cold, leaving a trail of chill. Then it is named "Frost" and after imbued with Tao power, with one strike of the sword, the frost is bone-piercing and can freeze the opponent.
And this frost sword has since become the best choice for Bei Ming walking disciples in the past. The frost sword technique is easier to learn than the cold wave, and the effect is more intuitive. The old Taoist Tianfeng once traveled through the rivers and lakes for countless times because of the frost sword in his hand.
In ten years, his achievements were famous all over the world. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the old Taoist Tianfeng returned to Beiming and hid the sword in the snowy mountains in the back mountain of Beiming. At this time, the old Taoist practice of Tianfeng had already reached the realm of Taoism and had already achieved the goal of winning with the sword in his heart.
The state of the sword in hand.
Over the past year, the world has only known about Beiming's Frost Sword, and few people know about the existence of the cold wave. No one knows why Mo Canxue's master hid the sword in the snowy mountains of the Northeast, thousands of miles away from Beiming.
.Disciples of all generations have followed the ancient precepts for many years, and no one has ever looked for the cold wave before.
Today, Feng Laodao returned to the mountain gate. Firstly, he wanted to recuperate from his injuries. After all, there are still a lot of miraculous elixirs in Beiming. Secondly, he wanted to discuss the matter of awakening the heart with his senior brother Qingyunzi. He thought that he should follow the instructions of his ancestors and leave a thousand medicines outside.
The Cold Wave Sword was brought back and passed on to its original owner.
Taoist Tianfeng, who had been staying in Beiming for several months, walked away after breakfast one day. He did not say hello to Taoist Qingyun, and Taoist Qingyun did not go to see him off. They had been together for more than a hundred years.
Senior brothers, more and more feelings are melted into each other's hearts.
A few months later, in a small town on the northeastern border, a strange figure wearing a Taoist robe and a childlike face with crane hair appeared. He had been wandering around the edge of the small town, seemingly looking for something.