At the beginning! At the beginning, the cold mountains were rich and the people were prosperous. There are three major swordsmen, the sword idiot Shen Dao is Huaitan, the swordsman Chu Lei is wide, and the sword saint Wang Ning is Jingyi.

At the beginning, it was more than thirty years ago, to be precise, the year when the genius sword idiot Shen Dao came out of the mountain, and that genius was only seventeen years old at that time.

Sword practice on the rivers and lakes has become a fashion trend, and those with good talent can practice up to 20 exercises in their lives; Those who are not talented can not practice a swordsmanship in three generations.

And the Qingfeng Sect, the head of the Four Great Sword Sects, is located in Hanshan and has three thousand disciples. Among them, there are five true descendants, five hundred from the inner gate, and two thousand four hundred and fifty from the outer gate. The size of its faction is second only to that of Lushan Academy back then.

On the cold mountain, there is a young man in white, whose martial arts are world-class and unstained with dust. He has been immersed in Wenyuan Pavilion since he was three years old, reading martial arts secrets with his natural resources, and he has never apprenticed to a teacher but has reached the extreme level of understanding. Excellent memory, unforgettable, ten lines at a glance.

One day, the boy's father was bored and talked about life with his son.

The old man sat on the stone bench and looked at the young man who was sitting on the root of the locust tree and studying seriously, the broken and missing cheats were lying flat on his knees, and he had words in his mouth, and he wrote down something from time to time. Looking at this young man as handsome as himself, he couldn't help but sigh, he had the demeanor of the master of his own family.

"Alas~, little three! I think the distribution is fair, the family business is thrown to your eldest brother, and the business journey is handed over to your second sister, but you only be a Zhenshan swordsman of our sect, isn't it too easy? ”

The old boss is more than 60 years old, he likes it tightly, and he spoils it tightly. to the point where this boy has never been out of the Aomine Sect so far.

He saw that the boy did not react, and continued to sigh bitterly.

"Your eldest brother gets up early and is greedy for darkness, and the quilt starts to sort out the affairs of the cold mountain before it is warm, and your second sister and a woman walk the shop with a silver ticket on her back, each more dangerous than the other. You sit here embroidering like a girl, isn't it too brotherly and brotherly? ”

The young man frowned at his good-looking sword eyebrows and disagreed with his words: "I'm making up the remnants." It is not called embroidery. ”

The head of the house spoke earnestly, looking at the world beyond the cold mountain, the lights were bright and bustling. Jianghu rangers, martial arts masters are countless. The people in Hanshan are simple and thick, and there are more kinds of people outside. His son is naturally the most talented person, but he has never been involved in the world, which is also a big regret for the old master.

"Son! I heard that there are remnants of "Wind and Clouds and Rain" circulating among the people. I have sent many people who have not found any trace of it, so you go down the mountain and look for it for me, and within three months, you will return if you find it, and you will come back if you can't find it. ”

The boy looked at his pale-haired old father, and time had carved deep marks on his face, and his face was loose and listless, but his eyes were full of light. When he smiled flatteringly at the boy, the wrinkles on his face huddled together.

He's in charge! had a successful career and a bad relationship, his first wife took the initiative to reconcile with him, and turned around and became a nun. The second wife died of illness, and the third wife, who is now the head of the family, Shen Dao's mother.

"Dad, is that the one you are talking about is the Yellow Book?"

"What Yellow Book? You haven't seen it, don't talk nonsense, what I want you to find is the most precious thing in the world, the wind and clouds, the clouds and rain, how many people can't dream of it? You go down the mountain to look for it, and then you go back to the mountain after you learn it. ”

"Yes." The boy already knows seven, eight, nine points.

When he was three years old, his father took him to apprentice, and when he was in the third place, he burned down Mr. Caolu, but Mr. Ren directly refused to accept it; When he was five years old, his father personally put the sheets he wetted the bed to the peak of the cold mountain, causing a storm in the city, and he had to retreat until now; When he was twelve years old, his mother helped him send him a message to find a book, saying that it was Xia Wuxin's sealed pen work, and finally it was a picture of a spring palace party with a length of twelve and three meters wide...... And so on and so forth.