In a valley in the hinterland of Kunlun, a dilapidated Taoist temple stands on a low mountain. At this time, there were two Taoist priests playing chess in the Taoist temple.
These two people were 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 on the mountain. From then on, they were separated from each other. A century has passed in this flash, but the two seemed to have separated just yesterday. They did not hug each other and cry when they met. When Tianfeng Lao Taoist stepped into the door of Beiming Taoist Temple, Qingyunzi in front of the courtyard was just very surprised. He glanced up casually, and then said calmly: "The meal is ready, come over and eat first."
Old Taoist Tianfeng did not lament the vicissitudes of life over the years as he expected. He walked to the table very calmly, sat down, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and started eating without any sense of disobedience. They both 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 when they had free time. At that time, Qingyunzi was a few years older than Tianfeng, so Qingyunzi would let Tianfeng be more sophisticated every time he played chess.
"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!" Old Taoist Tianfeng put a white chess piece into the chessboard with an unnatural expression.
Qingyun and Tianfeng started talking while playing chess. The focus of their conversation was on the issue of awakening the heart.
"According to what you said, is this child indeed the destined person 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 encounter with Jin Ao, and the strange changes that appeared on Huan Xin'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." Old Taoist Tianfeng said. 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: "That's what I mean. 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 so many years."
Qingyunzi also showed a long-lost smile, stroking his white beard with his old hands and sighed: "We have been guarding the heart for several generations, and 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 mountains, his eyes filled with infinite emotion, and asked slowly: "Is that sword still there?"
Qingyunzi nodded silently and said to Tianfeng Laodao: "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 "Cold Wave". It is the second generation headmaster of our sect. Master Han Yu accidentally discovered something under the thousand-year-old ice while walking in the Western Regions. , a piece of mysterious ice and black iron hidden. Master Hanyu's attainments in weapon refining can be said to be unprecedented. He spent more than ten years forging the black black iron into a magical weapon, and then spent more than ten years developing a set of weapons. The sword technique "Cold Wave Sword Technique" of this sword was passed down to later generations and became a necessary weapon for every generation of walking disciples at that time.
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, the black sword was taken away by Mo Canxue's master at that time and kept frozen in a snow mountain in the northeast. The descendants of the sect were told that after a thousand years, the Wenwu Quxing would reappear. Take it back 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. At that time, a "walking disciple" of Beiming accidentally found a thousand-year-old piece of black ice magic iron in the depths of the North Sea. After passing through Many years later, he was brought back to the Central Plains. It also took three years to build with the help of Yan Tiesan, a famous swordsmith at the time. This sword is slender and sharp. Wherever the sword's edge touches, the cold light is piercing, leaving a trail of chill. After being named "Frost" and imbued with Dao power, with a single strike of his sword, the frost was bone-piercing and could freeze the opponent.
And this frost sword has since become the best choice for Beiming walking disciples in the past. The frost sword technique is easier to master than the cold wave, and the effect is more intuitive. Tianfeng Lao Dao has also traveled across the world for countless times because of the frost sword in his hand. In ten years, his achievements have made him famous all over the world. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Tianfeng Laodao returned to Beiming and hid the sword in the snow-capped mountains behind Beiming. At this time, Tianfeng Laodao Daoxing has already reached the state of harmony, and has already reached the state where the sword in his heart is better than the sword in his hand.
Over the past year, the world only knew about Beiming's Frost Sword, and few people knew about the existence of the cold wave. No one knows why Mo Canxue's master hid this sword in the snowy mountains of Northeast China, 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 to recuperate from his injuries, after all, there are still a lot of miraculous medicines in Beiming, and secondly, to discuss the matter of awakening the heart with his senior brother Qingyunzi. I thought it was time to take back the Cold Tide Sword that had been away for a thousand years and pass it on to its original owner according to the ancestral teachings.
Tianfeng Laodao, who had stayed in Beiming for several months, left after having breakfast one day. He didn't say hello to Taoist Priest Qingyun, and Taoist Priest Qingyun didn't see him off either. They have been brothers for more than a hundred years, and more and more emotions have 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 appeared. He has been wandering around the edge of the small town, seeming to be looking for something.
