In the reckless mountains of western Sichuan, there is a stream called "Huaxi", which originates from a spring called "white water" in the mountains, and then flows all the way, singing and laughing all the way, attracting more trickles to join on the way, gradually becoming a rushing trend, and finally flowing into the Yangtze River.

Because the source spring water is called "white water", the upstream mountain people call the stream "white water stream"; Moistened by the stream, the grass and trees on both sides of the stream grow luxuriantly, in spring and summer, the purple and red, there is a different scenery, and there are often falling flowers falling in the stream, down the stream, because of this, the mountain people in the upper reaches of the stream call the stream "flower stream". When it reaches the lower reaches, the river is gradually rapid, and the rapids often roar like thunder, which is also called the "Lei Gong River". In the subsequent hydrological census, the census personnel thought that the change in the name of the stream was easy to misunderstand, and changed the name of the stream, but the original name has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the locals still call it how they should be called.

On the road by Huaxi Creek, a motorcycle is speeding away. The mountain road is narrow and rugged, but the speed of the motorcycle is still high, and passers-by often flash past them before they can see clearly.

The motorcycle slowly slowed down at the bend of Huaxi, and the people on the side of the road could finally see that the driver of the car turned out to be Mo Blacksmith's son - Mo Rufeng. Behind Mo Rufeng was Mo Feifei, who hugged Mo Rufeng's waist tightly; In front of Mo Rufeng, there was a snow-white dog, the dog sat on the pedal, calm, obviously accustomed to this mode of transportation.

After turning a corner, the motorcycle stopped. As soon as Mo Feifei was picked up from the back seat, he ran up a ramp, and the dog was much faster, and he jumped in front of Mo Feifei.

"Piglet! Wait for me! Mo Fei shouted. Although the boss was reluctant, the dog named "Little Pig" still stood still and waited until he had to go to the front and then follow him.

A man and a dog went up to the end of the slope, came to a verdant bamboo forest, and crossed the path between the bamboo forests to find a small farm yard. Two old men, a man and a woman, were watching at the door towards the bamboo forest. When the dog saw the old man, he didn't care about it, and rushed to the old man's side like a bolt of lightning, rubbing his head against the old man's lap and wagging his tail non-stop.

"Grandpa! Grandmother! Mo Feifei shouted loudly, and was already hugged by the old man who was in good spirits. At this time, Mo Rufeng came over with a motorcycle. Seeing that her grandmother was still staring at Mo Rufeng's back, Mo Feifei hurriedly said, "My mother didn't come back today, and she won't be back until two days away." ”

It was a joyous noon, and lunch had already been prepared. Even the piglet was given a bone reserved for it, and happily took the bone to his own nest to enjoy.

"It's the New Year for a few days, what's wrong with your daughter-in-law who can't let go and don't come back together? Look at you, the clothes are too shabby, why did your daughter-in-law clean it up for you! I'll have to talk about her when I come back! The old lady nagged while picking vegetables for Mo Rufeng, "And this child, dress a little less, after all, it's winter." Definitely, is your mother kind to you? ”

"Okay," the child said as he dealt with the ribs in his hand, "Mommy was nice to me when Dad was here!" ”

Mo Rufeng was stunned for a moment.

While talking, I heard the little pig "Wang" whisper twice, and then a person walked in.

Mo Rufeng didn't look back, but just said to his mother, "Get a pair of chopsticks for Huaiwen." ”

The person who came was Mo Huaiwen, who was as small as the wind.

Most of the farmers in this area have the surname Mo, but they are not related to each other. Although Mo Rufeng and Mo Huaiwen are not relatives, they are the same age, Mo Rufeng is seven months old, so they often play together since they were children, skipping school and going to the river to fish, going up the mountain to pick peaches, and even fighting with other children.

Mo Huaiwen patted Fei Fei's head, but he was not humble, and sat down next to Mo Rufeng.

"Sister-in-law didn't come back?" Mo Huaiwen asked casually.

"Yes," Mo Rufeng replied. "Huaiwen, I'll introduce you to a girlfriend in two days, I'm almost five years old, you have to hurry!" The old lady said while putting vegetables in Mo Huaiwen's bowl.

"Why do you always talk about this like my mother?" Mo Huaiwen said with a smile, "I'm not an otaku, nor am I a leftover man!" ”

"You kid!" The old lady was not annoyed, and turned to Mo Rufeng, "You are not at home, Huaiwen has taken care of us!" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm going to tell you something important," Old Man Mo finally spoke, he stared at Mo Rufeng and Mo Huaiwen, "Have you heard of the Zhenyuan Treasure Knife?" ”

"I know that the imperial treasure knife of Emperor Qianlong, which is hidden in the Yantai Museum, is a first-class cultural relic, and has been exhibited abroad." Mo Rufeng replied.

"Hehe, now this knife is in my hand!" The old man said in a low voice.

The old man left the table, beckoned Mo Rufeng and Mo Huaiwen to follow, and the three of them entered the inner room, passed the stairs, and climbed to the attic upstairs.

When he arrived at the attic, the old man took a burden from the beam, and he carefully opened the burden, only to see a treasure knife in sight.

The old blacksmith grabbed the sheath with his left hand and the handle of the knife with his right hand, and with a strong force, he heard a loud noise, and the sword came out of the sheath, and a cold air came to his face! Reflecting the light under the skylight, I saw this Zhenyuan treasure knife, white jade handle, crystal beautiful. The handguard between the handle and the cutter head is decorated with a dragon pattern, which is very varied. The blade head is straight back, the tip of the arc edge is slightly upturned, and the blade is shining silver. The front of the knife is inlaid with the words "Zhenyuan" and "No. 30", and the back is inlaid with the "Qianlong Year" paragraph. At the close hand guard of the knife, smooth and even gold and silver lines are used to inlay dynamic images of birds and beasts and cloud thunder, which complement the dignified calligraphy on the knife head, which looks particularly spiritual.

"How did this sword come about?" Mo Huaiwen asked in disbelief.

"You know, in 2008, when Beijing hosted the Olympic Games, I had a whim to create an Olympic sword, but I never thought that there was a person in Henan who coincided with me and also created an Olympic sword. I gave the sword to a friend, who knew that word of mouth, I actually became famous, and the sword I built with traditional craftsmanship was even better than the one made by that person in Henan! Then, people from all three religions and nine streams came to me to forge a sword or sword. The old blacksmith paused, and then said: "Then, two months ago, two people came, took out this knife, and asked me if I knew it, hehe, I saw that it was the treasure knife of Lord Qianlong, and Lord Qianlong once took it to conquer and pacify the frontier, of course I know!" But I'm not that stupid, I said I'm an iron striker, I just know that it's a good knife, and if it's used to chop vegetables, it might be sharper. The two of them just proposed, ask me to make a copy, to be exactly the same! ”

"It's a national treasure, I have to get it back, so I started to imitate it, and they took turns watching me, and they didn't leave an inch! At this time, your mother played the role of Sun Erniang, adding sleeping pills to their meals, and they finally couldn't stay up and nap! Then, I took the opportunity to make two imitation knives, and then took the two fake ones away from them, and really left them like that! I won't talk about the specific process, in short, it's thrilling. The old blacksmith said triumphantly.

"It's a good knife!" Mo Huaiwen took the knife and stroked it lightly for a while, and then handed it to Mo Rufeng.

The Zhenyuan Treasure Knife turned around in Mo Rufeng's hand, and a cold light flashed.