In that turbulent era, there was a mysterious name in the rivers and lakes - the Fog Hermit. He is like a ghost in the morning mist, no one can see his true face, but he has left countless legends. Some people say that he can brave the wind and shuttle through the clouds and mist, while others say that he has mastered the long-lost peerless martial arts, which can call the wind and rain and scatter beans into soldiers. However, none of the legends have been confirmed, as the Misty Hermit never leaves any clue to the world.
On the edge of the rivers and lakes, there is a small place called Bishui Town, where the people of the town live a calm and simple life. In this town, there is a teenager named Yunyi. His parents died when he was a child, and he was adopted by the old fisherman in the town. Yun Yi has clear eyebrows and a gentle personality, but he has an extraordinary heart. He has a strong interest in martial arts, and often practices swords alone in the mountains and forests, dreaming of one day being able to roam the rivers and lakes and become a chivalrous man.
On this day, Yun Yi, as usual, came to the mountains and forests with a wooden sword. The sun shone through the treetops, dappled on his body, gilding his figure. He wielded his sword freely, and every move and style seemed extraordinarily serious. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, bringing with it an unusual aura. Yun Yi stopped the movement of his hand vigilantly, and his ears moved slightly, as if he heard something.
"Young man, your swordsmanship is good. A deep voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence of the mountain forest.
Yun Yi turned around sharply, only to see an old man in a gray robe standing under a tree not far away, with a faint smile on his face. The old man's eyes were deep, as if he could see through people's hearts, which made Yun Yi feel an inexplicable pressure.
"The seniors are overrated. Yun Yi replied respectfully, but there were turbulent waves in his heart. He had never seen this person, and he didn't know when the other person would come behind him.
"My name is Murong Qianshan. The old man said slowly, with an unmistakable majesty in his voice.
Yun Yi was shocked when he heard this name. Murong Qianshan, isn't that the legendary martial arts master?
"The younger generation Yunyi, I have seen the seniors. Yunyi didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly made a salute.
Murong Qianshan nodded, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes. "I see that your bones are amazing, and it is a good material for martial arts. If you wish, I can teach you a master. ”
When Yun Yi heard this, the excitement in his heart was indescribable. He knows it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but he also understands that such an opportunity often comes with great risk.
"Senior, I do. Yun Yi said without hesitation, with a determined glint in his eyes.
Murong Qianshan smiled slightly, and then his figure flickered, and he disappeared in place like a ghost. Yun Yi only felt a flower in front of him, and then found that he was already in a dense forest, surrounded by fog, and he couldn't see the direction clearly.
"From this day on, you are my disciple. I will teach you martial arts in this fog until you are qualified to become a teacher. Murong Qianshan's voice echoed in the fog, as if it was coming from all directions.
Yun Yi clenched the wooden sword in his hand and took a deep breath, he knew that his life would change from now on. He will embark on a path full of unknowns and challenges, and it all starts with this mysterious figure called the Misty Hermit.