On another snowy night, Feng Chenzhi set up a tablet for the master in the main hall of the temple on the top of the snow-capped mountain, got up and closed the side window blown open by the wind and snow, and was about to go back to the house to pack his bags. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info happened to meet the senior brother Min Tian who walked into the main hall head-on, at this time, Tian'er was full of desolation, and said with a slight breath: "Senior brother, I want to accompany the master quietly for a while." Feng Chen nodded, turned around and lowered the jade dew curtain. Lift the white shoes and walk towards the secret realm of the snow-capped mountains and the galaxy, where all the good memories are stored.

From the moment the dust came to the top of the snow-capped mountain, the master helped them record. The picture that flashed in front of Feng Chen's eyes was so familiar, he saw that when he was three or four years old, he was still stumbling when he walked. The master patiently taught himself what he could and could not do, and said some scriptures to himself every day that he did not understand. Looking at himself at that time, he lay on the ground and clumsily wanted to grab the folding fan that the master put on the table. Feng Chen couldn't help but laugh. With a wave of his hand, the picture of him when he was three or four years old disappeared.

A new painting flashed in front of him, the first time his master gave him the peachwood sword when he was five years old. It is made of snow mahogany unique to the Snow Mountains, and it was a big snowstorm that day. The master flew with him to a peach grove near the top of the snow-capped mountain, and the master asked him to choose a peach tree he liked. With a finger of the dust, the master waved his sleeves. The peach tree was uprooted, and the master used his fingers to divide the peach wood into four. Feng Chen took the smallest piece of peach wood and went back happily. When he returned, the master ordered him to polish the mahogany himself behind the temple. A sword that is not made of mahogany cannot be stepped into the temple. In this way, he didn't eat or drink for a day and a night, sharpening his first peachwood sword there, when he woke up again. found that lying on his small bed, the master gently controlled his pulse and transmitted true qi into his body from time to time. When his body eased up a little, he was ready to get up and thank the master, who covered the quilt and said, "Silly boy! Feng Chen followed his master's gaze and saw a brand-new peachwood sword on the log table, with his name engraved on it. At that moment, he almost jumped out of bed with joy.

Seeing this, Feng Chen raised his hand to soak away the tears that slipped from the corners of his eyes. On Feng Chen's sixth birthday, the master personally taught him a set of Qimen Dunjia techniques. But the master never allowed him to apply the Qimen Dunjia technique to the spirit beast, but only let it control the chess pieces on the stone chessboard at the door. Although the power is very small, for a child, the greatest joy at that time is to watch these chess pieces move among the eight doors and six guns. Occasionally, he would use Qimen Dunjia to test unknown things, but all of this was punished by the master after he knew about it. Feng Chen has never seen the master really angry with him, and in his impression, the master has always been an amiable old man.

On Feng Chen's seventh birthday, the master told him the story of the past for the first time, and allowed Feng Chen to enter and leave the 'Jing Ya Pavilion'. But the stories told by the master are all about the way of kings and kings, or some strange folklore. Several times Feng Chen suspected that the master was really old, and the jumping thinking mode made Feng Chen almost fall asleep several times when he listened to it. However, since the master allowed him to go to the 'Jing Ya Pavilion' to read and play the piano at any time, he still listened to the master's nagging. Several times, the master told almost the same story, about the palace master of Liushao Palace, every time the master told this story, Feng Chen's eyes would see a young man who looked like a Confucian scholar, with a light blue gardenia cloak over a white silk robe. The young man's face is like jade, his lips are like pale cinnabar, and his eyes are like the waves of Allure Lake. He cranked a folding fan in his hand and carried a long sword behind him. Even for several nights, as soon as Feng Chen fell asleep, the young man stood in front of him. Call him softly: 'Dust'.

When he was eight or nine years old, the master was in retreat for two years, and even he never met the master a few times. However, on his ninth birthday, the master still went out of the customs early and gave him the folding fan that Feng Chen had liked since he was a child. And tell the entrance in the dust sealing fan that this fan is not an ordinary folding fan, but a weapon that can summon the power of the five elements to increase its internal force. But for a nine-year-old child, his internal strength is naturally slightly stronger than that of ordinary martial arts practitioners, but he has not yet reached the peak of his creation. In his hands, it's just a fan of the wind.

The top of the snow-capped mountain seems to be facing only a white expanse all year round, and Feng Chen has tried to sneak out to see the outside world several times. But they were all stopped by the master, and on his tenth birthday, the master did not impose any more stops, but told Feng Chen the way down the mountain. Let him work hard to open the enchantment, maybe this is the master testing his ability. That is, when Feng Chen was ten years old, he encountered the Snow Mountain for the first time with the hero of the 'Crazy Feather Fairy Knife'. The first time I drank the strongest wine, the first time I saw someone of such a true temperament. It was also the first time I met my junior brother Mintian. At that time, Min Tian was still a baby in the arms of that hero.

Thinking of this, Feng Chen could no longer suppress the tears in the corners of his eyes. Let it flow freely on the placket of the clothes, dripping into the cold galaxy. Thinking that his junior brother was still in the main hall, he was also worried that his junior brother was too depressed. Not daring to think about it, he got up and prepared to go back to the temple hall.

"Master, why didn't you tell me about your background when you left? I was left only with this piece of silk that I had wrapped in my childhood, and this page of mad knife records. Min Tian's faint trembling lips knelt in front of the master's spiritual seat.

At this time, Feng Chen was already standing outside the door, hearing the unwillingness in Min Tian's heart. But he didn't want to disturb Tian'er to say what was in his heart, so he didn't step into the hall for a long time.

"Master, do you know that you taught your brother Qimen Dunjia and taught him what he had learned all his life. How unfair you are to me, I have practiced martial arts day and night, but I am not favored by you. You don't seem to care about your senior brother, but in fact, you still feel the most sorry for him in your heart. Min Tian said with a sob.

"Master, tell me who I really am, and where are my parents!" Min Tian clenched his fists tightly and pounded on the cold, hard snowy and rocky ground.

Feng Chen couldn't stand it anymore and rushed into the main hall. grabbed the fist that Min Tian was about to raise and was about to hit the floor: "Senior brother, what are you doing!" Although the master is gone, he also wants to see us live well. ”

Min Tian looked at the master's spiritual position in silence, and Feng Chen slowly helped him up: "Senior brother, tomorrow you and I will go down the mountain." I've found some clues. ”

"What?" Min Tian looked at Feng Chen excitedly. At this time, the mark of the white red fox on Mintian's chest shone brightly.

"Senior brother, I have some clues about you and my background. I'll tell you more carefully when I get back to the bedroom," Feng Chen patted Tian'er on the shoulder, looking at him as usual. But in the eyes of Min Tian, there was a trace of helplessness and disdain.

Perhaps in the thirteen years that Min Tian has been in the Snow Mountain, he has never trusted anyone. But no matter how Min Tian is, in Feng Chen's heart, he has always regarded Min Tian as his own brother.