C34 It's too white in the cave to take a sword

Yongle for four years, Autumn, the first day of July, Shenjun.

Mo Jingtian was practicing his sword skills in the courtyard, while Old Lv was beside him, "Tian'er, how long have you been climbing the mountain?"

"Grandfather, it's been more than ten years."

"Good, now that you have reached the Qi Hai realm in the Four Seas Primordial Yang Art, you have learnt both the Flying Sword Technique and the Drunken Sword Technique. It is time for you to go down the mountain."

"Grandfather," Mo Jingtian hurriedly withdrew his sword and looked at Old Lv.

"Tian'er, come, come with me to retrieve an item." With that, Old Lv brought Mo Jingtian down the mountain. Four hours later, the grandfather and grandson arrived at the foot of the mountain and ascended the mountain.

The grandfather and grandson duo stood on the snow and left a trail of footprints on the mountain peak. Before they could reach the peak, Old Lv stopped and looked around, and after confirming it, he led Mo Jingtian there. He only saw that on the mountain ridge, there was a cave. The cave entrance was not big, so it was not easy to be discovered.

The cave entrance was not deep, just that, when he entered, Mo Jingtian felt a burst of cold Qi, which pounced on his face, as though it had entered into his thigh.

Mo Jingtian followed the Old Lv into the cave. The cave was not deep, only thirty meters or so, and was not high, only about half a person's height. It was just that there was a layer of frost on the cave walls, and there were icicles piercing down from the ceiling of the cave. Old Lv took out a fire sickle and lit up the lamp on the cave wall. It was only then that Mo Jingtian realized that at the end of the cave, there was a huge ice bed lying on, with a sword stabbed in it.

"Tian'er, this is called 'Thousand Year Profound Ice Cave', and that sword is the last sword your grandfather forged. It has already been here for ten years, and the sword's name only has one word, and that is' cold '. Go and remove it."

Mo Jingtian looked at the sword, and thought of his grandfather's appearance again. After staring blankly for a while, he finally took a step forward and stood on the ice bed, he extended his hand out and grabbed onto the sword hilt, but felt a terrifying force invading into his flesh and blood, travelling through his various acupuncture points. He could not endure it, and quickly let go.

"Tian'er, this sword is extremely dark and cold, it requires a very positive technique to be able to control. Although my Four Seas Primordial Yang Art cannot allow you to control it freely, you can still use it with difficulty. Tian'er, circulate your cultivation technique and gather your true energy into your hands, try to retrieve it."

Only then did Mo Jingtian hurry to channel his Qi, and after hearing the sound of the sword, Mo Jingtian held the cold sword in his hand, only to see that the sword, was like ice all over, sparkling and translucent, but it did not seem to be sharp, under the light of the lamp, it emitted a faint cold Qi, which also made the sword hilt as white as snow. Although the sword had left the ice bed, Mo Jingtian was still unable to resist the cold force from the sword. After only using a short period of time, his face was pale white, his entire body trembling, while Old Lv quickly took out another item from the cave. It was the sword sheath, and passed it to Mo Jingtian.

"Tian'er, let's go. You won't be able to take it any longer." Only then did the grandfather and grandson pair leave.

Mo Jingtian held onto the cold sword and followed the Old Lv back to his dwelling, while Elder Li and the other foster-old had already been waiting for a while, returning back to the great hall. Elder Li said: "Tian'er, this is a letter, take it with you, and don't forget what I have asked you to do. "This is the sword bag of the seven star flying sword, hidden at my waist." "foster-old, on the other hand, handed over a jade bottle to Mo Jingtian," This is the Tai Bai Qi Spiritual Jutted Pellet. Even though it cannot cure the hundred poisons, it can still make ordinary poisons.

"Tian'er, your grandfather didn't really have anything to give you. I wanted to give you the wine gourd, but I know you aren't an alcoholic, so I'll give you a poem! The teenager needed to travel far, while the cold sword had a way back. The martial arts world was happy and free, and the world was at your mercy. There was nothing in his heart; it was too white and loose. "In a few days, you may go down the mountain."

"Yes!" "Grandfather." Mo Jingtian knelt down and kowtowed three times to the three elders. With tears in his eyes, he walked out of the great hall and into the courtyard.

"No regrets!" Mo Jingtian called out.

The tiger ears moved, it stood up and shook its head, then ran to Mo Jingtian, who rubbed its gigantic head, and started walking out of the courtyard.

A man and a beast arrived at the top of the White-headed Peak. Mo Jingtian sat on a bluestone as he leaned to the side without any regrets.

"Wuhui, I'll be leaving in a few days, but I can't bring you along. I know you can't bear to part with me, right?"

The tiger let out a few soft roars, and with its forelimbs pressing forward, it laid its head on the ground.

"No regrets, don't worry!" "When I get my revenge for my family and find my mother and brother, I will come back to find you. We will even go hunting together." The Blood-eyed Tiger nodded without any regrets.

"After I leave, you have to protect grandpa and grandma." Mo Jingtian caressed Wu Sou's head, and felt great pity for him. At the corners of his eyes, it seemed like there were tears that were about to fall, and Wu Sou was also kind and considerate, as he continuously nodded.

The two of them just sat like this until nightfall. Then, a man and a beast descended the mountain without any regrets as they stood up. As they faced the foot of the mountain, they let out a long whistle that shook the entire Taibai Mountains.

Mo Jingtian naturally knew the reluctance to part with him, so he squatted down and held onto the tiger's head. Then, Wu Sou stopped howling, and placed his head on Wu Sou's shoulder, two drops of hot tears fell from the corners of his eyes, which Mo Jingtian was also unable to stop.

The man and the beast carried each other for a long time before they left the mountain.

The day before Mo Jingtian left was the seventh day of the seventh month, the day that Old Mo opened his sword. In the few days before he left, Mo Jingtian did not train at all, but only chatted with the few old people, but in the end, when he left, even though his heart was filled with unwillingness, he could only send them off with tears.

Mo Jingtian was dressed in a long white silk robe with a belt around his waist and boots on his feet. On his back was a cold sword and he held a long sword in his hand. With tears in his eyes, he looked at the great hall. In the great hall, five elders stood side by side.

His eyes were filled with tears, as if he wanted to tell Mo Jingtian that he would leave together with him, but how could Mo Jingtian possibly bring him along? Mo Jingtian looked at the five elders and wanted to leave, but at this moment, he turned around and saw that the tiger had no regrets, and was staring at him with eyes that were filled with tears. His eyes were filled with determination, as though he wanted to tell Mo Jingtian that he would leave with him, but how could Mo Jingtian bring him along?

"No regrets!" Come back! "This is your home, but it's not his home. Don't you want him to go home?"

Wu Sou didn't return, he only crouched down, looked at Mo Jingtian, and roared softly.

Only then did Mo Jingtian turn around and walk out of the courtyard. Holding onto his horse, he went down the mountain.