The green water comes out around the green mountains, the breeze comes slowly, and the water waves are not prosperous. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Waterfowl glide against the water, their shallow silhouettes moving so fast that they seem to cut off the connection between heaven and earth.

The smoke curls up along the mountains, the smoke is swirling among the verdant green forests, the forest birds cry softly, and on the sunny hillside in the south, there is a tea plantation, and there are tea pickers leaning over it.

The green water encircled the mountain, and at this moment it slowly meandered from the slope into the distance.

A secluded and secluded village sits beside this green river.

In mid-air, a colorful little butterfly flashed its little wings, fluttering, and the sunlight was just right at this time, scalding on its phosphorus sheets, making it even more dazzling.

It fluttered, and suddenly a delicate little hand appeared in its sight, and it couldn't wait to stop in the palm of this hand, as if it had returned to its long-awaited home.

"Xiao Aya, why haven't you had a good problem with 'attracting bees and butterflies'!" The murmuring stream was just below the ankles, and beside the pebbles in the water were a few pairs of white and tender feet.

These are a few young children, who are naturally the children of this small mountain village, and like their parents, they live here all day long, and they have no yearning for the outside world, because they have no idea about the outside world.

Villages, streams, green hills, blue skies and white clouds, everything is as far as their eyes can see.

At this time, six or seven childish little dolls surrounded a little girl with pigtails, and in the palm of the little girl's palm, there was a beautiful little butterfly flapping its wings, looking serene.

"Qi Xiaole! What attracts bees and butterflies, you really can't spit out ivory from your dog's mouth! The girl's brows were tightly wrinkled together, Qiong's nose expanded slightly, and a burst of anger rose on her body, and the little butterfly in her palm immediately flew in shock, and under the warm sun, the water began to splash, accompanied by childish laughter.

"Xiao Aya, I didn't say you, really, look at your trick to attract butterflies...... Not...... This butterfly likes you so much......" The boy with a cupola stepped on the highest pebble in this place, originally wanted to continue to use the idiom he knew, but when he saw the little girl's expression, he had to change his words, but his tone was still cheap, "These butterflies like you so much, they will definitely follow you for a lifetime, you see if there will be any men who dare to marry you in the future, if they marry you, then they will marry a bunch of butterflies back!" Hahaha......"

The little boy smiled uncontrollably, the soft sunlight covering his milky face, and the water droplets in the air reflected the colorful light.

"You ......" Xiao Aya's eyes immediately turned red, "You can't get married!" You can't get married! ”

Aya rubbed her eyes and ran into the distance.

"Huh! Don't run! The little boy was at a loss, and hurriedly chased after him, landed behind the little girl's buttocks, groveled, and apologized.

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The sun is setting in the west, and the red glow is spreading all over the sky.

Above the river, the golden light was sparkling, and there were swimming fish that sometimes jumped out of the water and fell with a thud.

A two-horse-wide wooden bridge spans the water.

This wooden bridge did not override the perverseness of the winding river, but in the sound of this continuous flowing water, it numbed its muscles and bones, and became as euphemistic as a woman in the water town.

The four little feet swayed gently, like a grandmother's little cradle under the summer sun in childhood, and the gurgling water came to sleep very appropriately.

"Xiao Aya, don't be angry anymore, okay? I...... Didn't I just say it casually! Qi Xiaole was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, his cheeks were red, Xiao Aya sat next to him, his head buried deep in his chest, there were low sobs, and the pigtails also turned into a cupola.

Xiao Aya's little head suddenly rose up, and her eyes were red, as if covered with a layer of mist: "Mother told me...... A woman must be married, if a girl grows up and no one wants it...... That's really ......."

"Oops!" Qi Xiaole patted Xiao Aya's shoulder, snatched the words and said, "What are you afraid of!" I'll marry you when I grow up! ”

Butterflies fluttered, not one, but a flock.

Colorful butterflies encircled the two of them, like petals scattered in the sky.

"Qi Le! Why are you still here! Your father forged a fine sword today, sharpening iron like clay, and everyone rushed to watch! A gray-haired old man was in good spirits, passed by the two of them, and said with a smile.

"Ahh Qi Xiaole immediately woke up and said busily, "Dad has been sleepless for three days for this sword, and today he finally became a sword!" Aya-chan, let's go, let's take a look! ”

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Nanling.

This is the name of the village.

The old rock stands at the entrance of the village, the years on it are mottled, there are deep traces of the annual rings, the word Nanling is engraved on the rock that is more than two people high, although it has been weathered, but it still shines brightly.

When you enter the village, you will be greeted on the left hand side by a very old, but very neat looking thatched hut.

At this time, the hut was already crowded with people, surrounded by many eager eyes, and it was a blazing furnace of molten iron.

Next to the stove, there stood a middle-aged man with a **** upper body and bronzed and sweaty.

His gaze was resolute, staring straight at the sword tire in his hand, and the hammer in his hand rose and fell rhythmically.

The sound of gold and iron colliding echoed in the sky above Nanling Village.

In front of the crowd of onlookers, there were two young men in Chinese costumes, especially the leader one, wrapped in brocade robes, with noble faces, looking at the sharp sword in the bronze man's hand before it was formed, his eyes were full of antiquity.

The man came here three days ago, and this time he came out, he had no other thoughts, just wanted to take advantage of the last free time he still had, to take a good look at this great country.

And on the first day he entered the village, he saw this hut, this stove, this man standing in front of it.

The man swung the hammer in his hand like a machine, hammering the sword tire in his hand over and over again.

This picture is like the most exquisite painting, but the young man knows that even the most skilled painter in the world cannot paint the charm of this scene in front of him.

And the sword, the first time he saw it, he liked it, even if it had not yet been forged.

So he and his servants stopped here and waited for three days.

Zizizi......

As the bronze man lowered his sword into the water taken from the creek outside the village, the sound of gold and iron crumpling came out, causing everyone's eardrums to itch.

In a moment, the man took out the long sword, and with a pop, he squirted a sip of wine at the long sword.

Immediately, the blade of the sword was slightly raised, and the sharp sword light swayed in everyone's eyes.

"Good sword!" The man in the Chinese costume immediately clapped his hands and applauded, "Sir's sword-casting technique has really entered the realm of transformation, this sword is the best of the sword!" The man in the fancy costume made no secret of his praise.

The bronze man scratched his head in embarrassment, for in this village, he had made the most farm tools. This is exactly how he supports himself and his son.

As for swordsmithing, it's just his hobby.

"Since Mr. likes this sword so much, then give it to Mr." The bronze man handed over the sword.

The hand of the man in the fancy dress trembled and raised: "This ...... Is this really okay? ”

The equally richly dressed servant behind him took out a huge gold nugget that no one in the village had ever seen before, and was about to move forward, but was stopped by the man in the fancy suit in front of him with an unusually reproachful look.

How can such a man, such a sword, be defiled with gold?

"If you want to take it, you can take it, what do you say!" The villagers on the side smiled and pushed the young man in Chinese clothes, and the servants behind him couldn't help but flash anger in their eyes when they saw everyone's actions, but when they saw the solemn appearance of the master in front of them, they shook their heads and smiled faintly.

The man trembled and took the sword that had just been cast, and a cold light flowed along the blade.

"This sword has not yet been opened. When you go back, don't forget! The bronze man made a gesture of please, and everyone followed, and outside the sword furnace, someone had already shouted, and the wine and meat were spread all over the ground.

"Come, come, come! Sell for my first handful...... Cheers to the sword that was sent out! ”

"Good! Cheers! ”

In the corner, Qi Xiaole held the wine jar with a blurred look, and in a trance, he felt as if he had a dream, in that dream, he was the immortal who turned the river and the sea, had the ability to pick the stars and catch the moon, and was accompanied by a beautiful woman.

With a sweet dream, Qi Xiaole fell asleep sweetly, hoping to be immersed in that bizarre world forever and not wake up.

The moon and stars are scarce, Qi Xiaole stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the two young men in Chinese clothes who slowly disappeared from sight, and deep regret flashed in his eyes.

After obtaining the sword, the two stayed in the village for another two days.

In the past two days, Qi Xiaole learned about the outside world from their mouths, and his heart suddenly gave birth to infinite yearning.

Seeing Qi Xiaole's eagerness to try, the man in Chinese clothes told him that he could take him out.

But Qi Xiaole shook his head, looked at his father's temples that were turning white under the lamp, and refused.

The outside world is very exciting, Qi Xiaole wants to see it, but he can't.

His mother died when he was born, and he couldn't leave his father here alone.

So, the man in the fancy clothes touched Qi Xiaole's head, and said with a sigh: "Since you don't want to, then stay, but your father's sword-casting skills, you have to learn hard, maybe one day I will have a time to ask you!" ”

The master and servant dressed in fancy clothes disappeared into Nanling Village, and within a few days, the villagers left these two people behind in the back and forth of farming, only sometimes they would occasionally mention in small talk that there was still such a person in the village who could forge a sword that impressed everyone from the outside world.

Dad has never forged swords again, but he has been teaching Qi Le to forge swords.

The years were lifted by Qi Le, and he hammered down heavily, hammered into a long sword, and smashed one hammer after another.

Time turns, and in a flash, it is ten years.

Qi Le is fifteen years old.

The benefit of years of forging a sword is that at this moment, he has long since faded into immaturity, and his bronzed skin still looks a little delicate, but this is the evidence of his youth.

The snow had covered his father's head, and he sat at the door all day long, with dry tobacco in his mouth, and his cloudy old eyes looked into the distance, muttering songs that Qi Le couldn't understand, and sometimes he turned his head and smacked Qi Le fiercely.

Every time at this time, Qi Le admires his father very much, there are no eyes on the back of his head, but he can see the slightest mistake in himself.

"Starting tomorrow, I won't teach you a penny, when will you forge a sword that satisfies you, and when will you be able to marry Xiao Aya." One evening, after Daddy finished smoking a bag full of dry tobacco, he looked at the red glow in the sky and said, and then stepped into the blood red sky, and never appeared again.

Qi Le didn't know where his father had gone, he devoted himself to forging swords.

It's not difficult to forge a sword, but it's too difficult to forge a good sword.

It is even more difficult to forge a sword that satisfies Qi Le himself.

But he did not give up, he was very determined, he was also very religious, and he concentrated on forging his sword.

Xiao Aya would come to see him every few days to help him clean up the house and so on, and the original pigtails had already been slim.

After all, the hard work paid off, and when Qi Le was seventeen years old, he finally completed a sword that satisfied him.

He named it, Butterfly.

The meaning it represents is obvious, Qi Le used it as a dowry and married Xiao Aya back home.

And this sword, called Butterfly, was sold to the city by Aya's father three months later......

After marriage, Qi Le and Xiao Aya respected each other like guests, raised their eyebrows, and Qi Le also picked up his father's work and built farm tools for the villagers.

Half a year later, Aya's belly gradually grew bigger.

And one evening, it was still red, and Daddy was back.

He didn't know where to dig up a hundred-year-old piece of dark iron, and when he came back, he locked himself in the sword furnace and forged it day and night.

Seven days later, Daddy left again with a sword wrapped in black cloth.

Xiao Aya's belly is getting bigger and bigger, and her favorite thing now is to sit outside the sword furnace, lean on the rocking chair, bask in the sun, and watch Qi Xiaole knock and bump in the sword furnace back then.

But the days of peace were soon shattered.

On a rainy night, Qi Le's door was knocked open by a group of soldiers, and in the confusion, Qi Le saw the leader of the person, who was the servant of the young man in Chinese clothes in the sword furnace back then.

It's just that more than ten years have passed, and the other party has reached middle age, and he is very majestic.

Qi Le thought about it for a long time, and finally remembered his name.

His name is Wuxuanzi.

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(Two years ago, I wrote a pen practice in Genesis, and the next plot was written at that time, and I liked it very much.) Carrying your own text by yourself shouldn't be considered plagiarism. And the article two years ago has been read 404, and I only found the original text on a pirated website...... (To be continued.) )