The extreme north of the Eternal Realm.
There was a world of ice and snow called the Ice Realm.
"Shua!"
"Shua!"
A graceful girl about fourteen or fifteen years old was cultivating. Wherever her sword light passed, layers of thick snow would roll up.
Her name was Mo Muxi.
She was originally the daughter of an ordinary family.
By chance, she became the disciple of an expert and embarked on the path of martial arts.
Because she was very compatible with the ice attribute, she broke through to the Core Transformation Realm in just a few years. She could be considered a genius.
A moment later.
Mo Muxi withdrew her sword and bowed respectfully. "Master, I have comprehended the Thousand Heart Chilling Sword Technique. I wonder if I can participate in the Universe Sacred War in ten years?"
On the iceberg in front of her stood a graceful woman. Although her face was covered by a white veil and it was difficult to see her appearance, her body exuded an aura that was colder than the environment.
"Far from it."
The cold woman said indifferently. There was no emotion in her words. It was as cold as the iceberg under her feet.
Mo Muxi was used to it.
She had cultivated with her master for three years, and it had always been like this.
"Those who are qualified to participate in the Universe Sacred War are all the top geniuses in the world. Therefore, in ten years, you must break through to the Truth Seeking Realm," the woman said again.
Truth Seeking Realm?
Mo Muxi thought to herself, "It's unreachable."
"Remember." The woman continued, "Ice-type warriors emphasize on the heart being as still as water. If there are any attachments, it will eventually become an obstacle on the path of martial arts."
Mo Muxi said, "I will remember Master's teachings."
Perhaps it was because her master suddenly said so many words to her that she mustered up her courage and asked weakly, "Master is so powerful. Has your heart been as still as water and you have no attachments?"
"No."
"Ah?"
This answer surprised Mo Muxi.
Her master was also an ice-type powerhouse. She had even demonstrated to her how she could freeze an entire plane with a wave of her hand. Her heart was as still as water?
"Muxi."
The woman said indifferently, "The most unforgettable thing in the world is love. In the future, when you go out to train, don't fall in love with men. Otherwise, you will harm yourself in the end."
"I understand!"
Mo Muxi thought to herself, "Master must be in love!"
After saying that, she secretly glanced at the bracelet on her master's wrist and muttered in her heart, "It's obviously a very ordinary treasure, but Master is particularly concerned about it. I'm afraid it was given by that person who fell in love with it."
This girl is very meticulous.
"Let's go."
The woman said, "Follow me back to the sect."
"Sect?"
Mo Muxi was surprised.
"I am the eldest disciple of the Sect of All Times. Since you are my disciple, you are naturally a disciple of the sect as well," the woman said.
Sect of All Times?
Mo Muxi had never heard of it.
His background was originally very ordinary. After becoming a disciple of a master, he came to the world of ice and snow to cultivate. Naturally, he had never heard of the legendary sects that were famous throughout the Eternal Domain.
Swish — — —
Today, the Ice World flickered with resplendent white light that pierced through heaven and earth, not dissipating for a long time.
…
In a hut in the countryside.
Smoke curled up from the chimney.
"Straighten your posture."
In a clean courtyard, a bearded middle-aged man in rough clothes said with his hands behind his back.
"Yes!"
Li Guiyuan, who was about three or four years old, hurriedly straightened his body. Although he was still a child, his posture was very standard. At a glance, one could tell that he was cut out for martial arts.
"Stand for two hours."
"Yes!"
His father's words were an order. Li Guiyuan did not dare to disobey.
"Husband." At this moment, a beautiful woman in plain clothes walked out and complained, "Guiyuan is still a child."
"The path of martial arts needs to be cultivated from a young age," the man in rough clothes said.
"…"
"Mother."
Li Guiyuan smiled and said, "I'm not tired!"
This child was very sensible.
His mother shook her head and could only return to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Two hours later, the little guy relaxed from his stance and then sat on the ground. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and said with a smile, "Father, tell me the story of the Patriarch of the Sect of All Times."
"Okay."
The man in rough clothes sat down and patted his son's little head with a smile. "Your name was given by the Patriarch of the Sect of All Times. He took it from the lotus hat with the setting sun, the green mountain returns to the distance."
"Really?"
The little guy was so excited that he almost jumped up.
Doraemon expressed that with Gou Sheng's intelligence, it was impossible for him to come up with such an elegant name. There was definitely a problem.
Although he was only three years old, unlike Mo Muxi who was ignorant of the world, Li Guiyuan often fell asleep listening to the stories of the Sect of All Times. He especially admired the Sect Master the most.
Unexpectedly.
He was the one who gave his name!
"Father!"
Li Guiyuan said excitedly, "Do you know the Patriarch of the Sect of All Times?"
"Yes."
"Wow! Father is so amazing! "
The man in rough clothes used his small hand to touch the tip of his son's nose and said with a smile, "Father will take you to the Sect of All Times, okay?"
"Isn't the Sect of All Times very far away from us?" Li Guiyuan asked blankly.
"Close your eyes."
The man in rough clothes said with a face full of affection.
"Okay."
Li Guiyuan did as he was told. In an instant, he felt the sky darken. When he opened his eyes again, his bright eyes gradually widened.
In his field of vision was a towering huge palace surrounded by clouds and mist. It was like the fairyland that his father had mentioned. And the big sign with the words "Unyielding Iron Bones" was particularly dazzling and eye-catching!
"Son."
The man in rough clothes said, "This is the Sect of All Times."
"…"
The little guy was so shocked that he didn't recover for a long time.
"Eh?"
At this time, several sect disciples in coquettish clothes walked over and carefully looked at the dazed Li Guiyuan. They said in unison, "Second Senior Brother, your son looks so much like you. It's as if he was carved out of the same mold!"
"Nonsense."
Li Tiantian, who was carrying a camera, happened to pass by. He glared at his junior brothers and said, "Of course, Second Senior Brother's son looks like Second Senior Brother. Could it be that he looks like …"
"Senior Brother, be careful!"
Someone exclaimed.
"Whoosh!" At this moment, the happy football flew close to the ground at a high speed. After it reached his crotch, it suddenly rushed up. Just as it was about to hit his chin, Li Tianshan looked at the camera with a calm face and shrugged. "A familiar smell."
"Boom — — —"
Thousands of miles away, after confirming that the ball hit the target, Li Fei slowly retracted his foot and said, "This is what happens when you don't know how to speak."
One Black and Two Black roared, "You kicked the ball first and he spoke later. It was just a coincidence!"
"Father …"
Li Guiyuan finally recovered. He turned to look at his father and found that he had already taken off his rough clothes and changed into the sect's uniform made of high quality materials.
"Son." Li Qingyang put his hand on his head and looked at the plaque hanging in the main hall. He said seriously, "Father is the second disciple of the Sect of All Times. The stone slabs under your feet and the buildings you see were all built by Father."
"Boom!"
Li Guiyuan exploded.
My father … is the second disciple of the Sect of All Times?!
"From today onwards, you are the second generation disciple of the Sect of All Times. As your father, I hope that you can practice martial arts diligently and wholeheartedly assist the future Young Patriarch."
This sentence was deeply imprinted in Li Guiyuan's heart. Even when he became an adult, he still remembered his father's teachings and was still waiting for the Young Patriarch. Even if he was cut in half by the Jianghu later on, the story of the second generation continued silently in a place where the readers could not see.
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After more than a month, many of the characters were a little unfamiliar.
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