Big waves wash the sand

The Feng family has been making iron for generations.

In the beginning, they cast knives, and later they cast swords.

The old man of the Feng family has forged a knife all his life.This knife is neither crazy nor sharp. It has been out for several years and no one cares about it. Finally, it is in the market and has become the most stable nail household in the street stalls.

Hundreds of years have passed, and the world has changed several times.

A young man stopped in front of the stall, pointed to the knife and asked, "Street owner, how do you sell this knife?"

The stall owner basked lazily in the sun, raised his eyes and made a "two" gesture.

Two coins.

So the young man bought the knife.

Not long after, the "Yanbei Sword" was born out of nowhere, fighting all the heroes without losing a single defeat, and Beidaomen has become a place of fascination for swordsmen all over the world.

The stall owner narrowed his eyes, remembering the young man back then.

Thousands of people go south, and three spring geese fly north.

I don't know when, I have to return with you.

"Let's call it Yanbei Dao."

The young man was an idiot. He hadn't read a book for two days, and he wasn't used to seeing gentlemen from the south talk but not move. But he remembered a sentence: The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring.

The Yanbei Sword has the favor of becoming famous to him, and the caster of the Yanbei Sword is his benefactor of the Beidao Sect.

Mr. Feng has passed away long ago, and his children and grandchildren will not come here. The young man has searched for a lifetime but has not found a benefactor, and he died with hatred.until hundreds of years later.

There is a founding family in the rivers and lakes, and the swords and swords they forge are similar to the Yanbei sword, so the contemporary master of the Beidao went to find it.

The Feng family was in troubled times at that time, and the exquisite casting technology made those who care about it red-eyed. When Bei Dao arrived, there was only a young boy sitting by the stove, and his parents' corpses were on the ground.

The boy was not calm like a normal person. He took the parchment that recorded the casting technique, and threw it into the raging fire after changing hands.

Rather Stick to your guns.

Bei Dao knew that if the uninvited guest still did not retreat, the next thing to throw into the stove would not be a piece of parchment.

So he walked in, turned his back to the young man, and Yan Bei Dao Shan was stunned: "You bully the few with the more? Coincidentally, Grandpa, I like to fight the crowd with one."

Bei Dao brought the boy back to Bei Dao Gate.

At that time, the way of swordsmanship was popular, and most of the southern swordsmen looked down on the northern swordsmen, and the young man was a native of the south, so even though the northern sword looked so invincible, he was actually beating a drum in his heart.

What if people don't like it?

Oops, he frowned, did he think we were rude?

But at this time, Beidao's youngest son, less than three years old, ran in from outside like a mud monkey, holding a wooden knife and shouting fiercely: "Father, I heard that you kidnapped a southerner to be my second son." Mom, is that him?"

Bei Dao covered his face in distress, and didn't dare to see the boy that day.

From then on, the boy lived in Beidaomen.

From spring to autumn, the young man forged countless knives for Beidaomen, and realized a set of sword skills in forging iron day after day.

Bei Dao said: "You don't look like a knife."

The man who had grown into a young man did not answer, and two years later, Bei Dao saw him sitting by the blast furnace, polishing a sword.

Freshly baked sword.

Also his first sword.

Bei Dao leaned against the door, looked up at the sky, turned and left.

He knew that the young man was homesick.

In the Mid-Autumn Festival of that year, the youth bid farewell, and Bei Dao was sent all the way to the bank of Changliu.

"Crossing the river is Jiangnan."

"Ah."

"We haven't had a serious fight yet, can I sharpen your sword?"

It was then that Yanbei Dao and Datiejian met for the first time.

The battle of swords has attracted countless vagrants from the rivers and lakes. The North Sword and the South Sword occupy the banks of the long flowing water.

The iron sword left a deep sword mark on the Yanbei knife.

The two figures are separated on both sides, and the river is flowing.

Yanbei Dao gave you fame.

Youth had a daughter, and Bei Dao had a son.

Childhood sweetheart, childhood sweetheart.

The son said, "I will marry you when I grow up."

The daughter ran away as soon as she heard it, but laughed and laughed at Chunhong along the way.

Holding the knife, the son stood there and shouted at her, "If you don't want to, I can marry you."

But in the end, the daughter crossed the river with the young man, and never went out of the south of the Yangtze River in her life. She married and had children for the rest of her life.

It all stems from a sentence of youth: "Not worthy."

Nanjian is not worthy of Beidao.

The son ran away from home with a knife on his back and wanted to go south to marry him, but was dragged by the North knife for thirty miles, saying the word "not worthy".

The North Sword is also not good enough for the South Sword.

The Feng family became the Southern Sword Sect, fighting against the Northern Swords.

However, Bei Dao was always worried that Nan Jian would be soft-tempered and easy to be bullied, so he asked his son to practice swords well since he was a child.

The sword is the sword, and the sword comes before the sword.

Later, there was a sword conference in Jianghu, and Nan Jian Bei Dao was invited to attend.At that time, it was the last years of the former dynasty, and the people had no means of living. Only the rivers and lakes were turbulent, and every sword and sword would be a good talk.

The reputation of swordsmen and swords spread from then on.

Until Nan Jian made a mistake, and Bei Dao wiped out the door.

The young patriarch of the Southern Sword Sect angrily reprimanded his biological father with a secret letter, repaying the debt, and has not been seen since.

The young suzerain has changed, and Nan Jian can't resist the big waves washing the sand.

The former Young Sovereign stood at the gate of the destroyed Beidao, and walked into the sea of ​​flames hearing the sound of sighs.

The son of Bei Dao, covered in blood, dragged Yan Bei Dao from under the broken beam.

He stuck the knife on the ground and kowtowed twice, which was regarded as paying homage to his parents and relatives whose bones were all gone, and then walked out with the knife in his hand to take revenge.

At this time, I saw the young master who walked in.

They had met at the sword meeting.

Son of Hokuto—no, Hokuto, he smiled, the blood on his head flowed into his eyes, and stretched out his hand to him.

"Don't be afraid, Bei Dao is not dead yet."