Nan Tianyi is an orphan, the appearance of his parents can no longer remember, when he was a child, because of the peculiar muscles and bones, he was taken out of the refugee pile by the master, and was taught swordsmanship by the master since he was a child.

In this Nanwang Mountain, reading the thousands of books in the book cave, at the age of eighteen, he broke the mortal body and entered the holy realm.

After two years of vitality infusion from the master, he integrated the seven successful powers, realized the Tao on his own for three years, and finally stepped into the half-step realm of heaven and man.

The younger sister Nanluer was also adopted by the master, and the two grew up together since childhood, probably because the master's face was slightly serious at that time, so the junior sister always loves to stick to herself.

The master is very strict with himself, and whenever he makes a mistake when practicing martial arts, he will be whipped up, and every time he is punished by the master, it is the junior sister who takes care of herself.

For Nan Tianyi, life is very beautiful, and the master and sister are everything.

If you can, it is the happiest to be with your master and sister forever...... I really want to live like this.

But three years ago, the death of the master and the descent of the junior sister made everything different, until now this letter from the junior sister......

After reading the letter, Nantian stood there motionless for a long time, like a statue.

But when you look closely, it seems as if everything around it has come to a standstill, and everything has slowed down.

The cold wind becomes weak, and the snow water slowly drips......

It seemed that everything in heaven and earth was affected by Nan Tianyi's emotions at this moment, and the white deer and black eagle next to him also seemed to feel something, and they were no longer noisy, and they all quieted down.

At this time, Nan Tianyi had fallen into memory.

I remember that when the master was dying, he called himself to the bed, and the master's face was very white at that time, and he had no spirit, but there was nothing too unusual.

"Tianyi, the most successful thing in my life as a teacher is your disciple. ”

At that time, the master actually smiled rarely, and then waved his hand to stop himself from speaking, "For the teacher's life...... Forget it, don't talk about it, don't talk about it, you just need to keep in mind that you can't go down the mountain until you reach the realm of heaven and man, and when you wait until the 'realm of heaven and man', you must remember to defeat a person called Tear Pavilion. ”

Then he closed his eyes and said nothing, letting the confused Nantianyi leave......

When Nan Tianyi went to invite the master to dinner, the master sat there, and when he got closer, he found that the master was no longer alive.

buried the master and comforted the younger sister, during which Nan Tianyi did not shed tears.

The master is gone, although everything in the future seems so confused, but he can't show it, he has to be strong, and the junior sister has to protect herself.

As a man, as a senior brother, you have to take responsibility and take everything.

Firmly remember the master's dying words, the only thing to think about is to fulfill the master's last wish and take good care of the junior sister......

After standing in the wind for a long time, he folded the letter neatly, put it in his bosom, and turned back into the hole, where he had just stood, and two deep footprints appeared.

Back in the cave, I walked straight to the side of the stone bed, pulled it, took out a quaint wooden box from the stone grid next to it, held it in my hand, and gently touched the texture on the surface, as if I was touching a peerless genuine product.

Slowly opened, I saw a white long sword lying inside, picked it up, examined it for a moment, turned over and pulled it out, a cold light flashed in the hole, and the sword had the word "Bai Ze" on it.

The famous sword Bai Ze, cast by the ancient sword-casting master Wen Heng, recorded in the twelve tablets of mountains and rivers: the sheath body is white, the blade is like white jade, the handle is carved with double feathers, two feet long, since the white flower, quiet as warm jade, the movement is cold wind, and it ranks twenty-five in the tablet.

Nan Tianyi stared at Bai Ze for a long time, returned the blade to the sheath, wrapped it in a long cloth, carried it behind his back, picked up the bamboo hat next to him, put on the cloak and left......

On a high mountain, covered with snow, it is the resting place of the master, where you can overlook the ice valley and snow field.

Nan Tianyi sat in front of the stele, touched the cold inscription on it, and was speechless for a long time.

"Master, I'm leaving today. ”

"You once said that you can't go down the mountain until you are in the realm of heaven and man, and I still remember it. ”

"But, the junior sister is in trouble, and the senior brother has to give the senior sister a head, right?"

"When everything is done, I will come back again and again to accompany you. ”

After speaking, he knelt on the snow and kowtowed three times, and when he looked up again, the corners of his eyes were already a little red.

Slowly got up, shook off the snowflakes on his body, patted the fluffy little head of the white deer next to him, turned around and walked down the mountain, and slowly disappeared into the eyes of the white deer.

Only the lonely grave, the white deer, and the endless wind and snow remained......

............

Now the empire is in turmoil, full of wolves, and full of outcasts and rebels. It is said that it is a rebel army, but it is better to say that it is a bandit under the banner, and the first thing to capture the city is to burn and kill, and at this time, the darkness of human nature has been shown to the greatest extent.

Like a locust in transit, destroying everything in front of him and looting everything, he never thought about what he used to be like, and he didn't realize that he was any different from the devil he once saw in his eyes.

In today's era, the strong are respected, the weak are food, and when I see a young and strong man, I can't help but say that I am pulled into the so-called righteous division.

The situation of women is even more miserable, they can only be reduced to venting objects, and the better ones can find a strong support, but most of them can only die in endless despair. As for the old and weak children, who has the leisure to take care of them, in some barren places where there is a shortage of food, they will even be reduced to food.

Therefore, some refugees have fled to the edge of the Nanwang Mountains, although the environment here is harsh, but at least there is no disaster of war, at least there is some hope.

Not to mention, the potential of man in a desperate situation is still very great, although the edge of this mountain range is not as grassy as in the deep mountains, it is by no means a suitable place to live.

But the refugees who fled have carved out a place to settle here, adding a different color to this snow-covered place.

In the early morning, the small village is normally very quiet, but it is obviously not suitable for this place, and people need to get up early to survive.

Next to a simple house, a middle-aged man is cutting a thick log, constantly bubbling white in this cold weather, occasionally wiping the sweat from his face, and greeting people from time to time.

Hearing the noise getting closer and closer, I watched a group of children running over, wiped the sweat on my face, stopped what I was doing, took out a large cake from the cloth bag hanging next to it, and waited for the children to gather around, carefully break it into several parts, and distribute it to the people with wide eyes in front of them.

"Uncle Man'er, I heard my mother say that you are from the big city, is it possible for everyone to eat white flour cakes in the big city?" asked a swarthy but very energetic boy, taking small bites of the bread in his hand as he spoke, and the children next to him also looked at it with curiosity.

"How can it be, there are more people in the city, and those big officials who eat white flour cakes will eat a little bit. The middle-aged man stretched out his big hand and pinched the little face of the black baby, making the already frozen red face even redder.

"Isn't that Uncle Man'er...... Well...... It's the old masters in the book who can fly, and I saw Uncle Man'er lift such a big stone that day. There was another child next to him with a look of adoration, and there seemed to be countless little stars in his eyes.

"Hahaha...... Your barbarian uncle is also strong, what is the flying old high, that is the legendary immortal. He patted the questioning child on the shoulder, pointed to the muscles in his arm, and laughed.

"Uncle Man'er, what kind of immortal is it......

"Uncle Man'er, is it from heaven......

"Uncle Man'er, Uncle Man'er......"

A group of bear children kept asking this and that, even if they had heard it before, they took it out again to satisfy their curiosity, and their bright eyes were full of longing for the unknown, looking forward to the all-knowing barbarian uncle to answer them one by one.

When it is busier, all the children are pulled away by their respective parents, and in the reprimand of their parents, they are reluctant to leave, and children of this age also need to work, after all, how difficult it is to survive in this difficult era.

Finally sent away this group of bear children, the stout man smiled helplessly, looked up at the mountain, as if through the wind and snow to the depths, immortals......

The man's name is Wu Man'er, which sounds very strange, and it is said that the father who has never met him used two coins of silver to find the storyteller.

Before he was born, my father joined the army and never came back, and I don't know which corner he was lying in. When my mother gave birth to herself, she was still helped by the neighbors, and since she was a child, the neighbors have taken care of her, and her mother has always brought her up with hard work.

If there is no accident, I will have a wife and children in my life, and I will have a dull life.

But later, my mother, who had worked hard all her life, had a strange disease, and I shook my head when I searched for doctors, and I invited all kinds of Taoist priests to no avail.

Looking at his mother, who is becoming withered day by day, his eyes are getting more and more dull, but he can't do anything, and the strong man doesn't know how many tears he secretly shed in the corner.

Later, I remembered that the gentleman who told the story in the building said that there were immortals living on the high Nanwang Mountain, and there was a panacea, no matter what the disease, a pill would be fine. So he sold all his belongings and took his sick mother to the immortals to find medicine.

After much suffering, he finally reached the edge of Nanwang, and after settling his mother, he went to the place where the immortal lived alone.

Against the wind, covered in snow, how many times have I thought about giving up, and countless times I have thought about just dying. But whenever I think of my mother's hard work to raise me, I don't know how many sins I have suffered, and I don't know how much suffering I have suffered.

My mother is still waiting, I am gone, how can I live, I have to find the immortal to ask for medicine.

The strong man is still no match for the ruthlessness of the wind and snow, when he falls, his cheeks are frozen and purple, his hands and feet can't feel it, and when he loses consciousness, he seems to see a white deer, from the sky? Is it the messenger of the immortals?

I wanted to open my mouth but couldn't make a sound, so I could only watch everything slowly turn black and dark until I lost consciousness......

Later, the immortal who saved him cured his mother, and his mother died a few years later.

Then I lived here all the time, and with the continuous arrival of refugees from outside the mountain, a small village was formed in front of me.

What are immortals like......? Dressed in green clothes, stepping on snow and flying into the sky, it is very powerful...... Just like the person in front of you.

Wu Man'er rubbed his eyes, his eyes were the size of a bell, and his mouth was also open, pointing at Nan Tianyi, unable to say a word.

"Immortals, immortals...... Immortal !!"

Nan Tianyi looked at the man in front of him, who obviously hadn't come back to his senses, and coughed dryly: "Hmm...... Your name is Wu ...... What's going on...... Wu Man'er. ”

Wu Man'er nodded excitedly and knelt on the ground with a thud.

Nan Tian hurriedly stretched out his hand and lifted it up, and asked, "Actually, I came here this time to ask you to do me a favor, you said before that you came from Luoshui City, I want to go to Luoshui as soon as possible, take me there!"

Nan Tianyi has never been out of the Nanwang Mountains, and has grown up in the mountains since he was a child, so he had a big problem after receiving the letter from his junior sister.

Where is Luoshui City?

Fortunately, when he went to play secretly with his sister and Xiaobai, he saved a man who was about to freeze to death, and when he later helped his mother treat his illness, he heard him say that he seemed to be from Luoshui City, so there is the current scene.

Wu Man'er saw the immortal Engong again, and responded without the slightest thought, and when the mother left, what she thought was in addition to herself, which was the kindness of the immortal.

After Wu Man'er worshiped his mother and prepared everything, he set out on the road to Luoshui.

As soon as Nan Tian looked at the sky, the face of his senior sister appeared in his mind, and the senior brother came soon......