When I was seventeen years old, I was just in time for Master to recruit new disciples.

It is said that if you enter the house, you can get the master's personal inheritance.

However, the master is loose by nature, preferring shortage to abundance, and only accepts one disciple every three years.

Therefore, there are very few disciples of the master.

But all of them are scorching talents.

For example, the elder brother Yingzong.

Always standing on a high place, being looked up to, and being admired.

Although I am dull, I have a sincere heart that wants to be a heroine.

This sincere heart is also quite unaware of the height of the sky.

I wondered, maybe shit luck or something would happen to me.

So, I was grandiose and planned to participate in the competition on the Blue Moon Cliff in January.

The winner of the competition on the Qingyue Cliff is the best choice for the master's disciples.

Although it is said that there are more than 1,000 people who are planning to participate in the Qingyue Cliff competition.

Among them, there are many brothers and sisters who have been learning swords in Emei for more than ten years.

But I have never been weak-hearted, and I have not blinked my eyes.

However, I think I should have a sword first.

The sword of this woman, not to mention shocking the world and crying ghosts and gods, should also be shocking and extraordinary.

Many years ago, I was a country girl in my hometown fishing village who once saved a mysterious little brother. and got the first sword of his swordsman career.

It's a wooden sword, but I cherish it.

Later, when I entered Emei, Master gave me a clumsy sword.

The sword body is simple and lightweight, which is very suitable for me at the rookie level.

But Master said to me, don't underestimate this clumsy sword.

Although its style is as low-key as its name, it was also an artifact used by famous sword immortals. When used correctly, it can be incredibly powerful.

Unfortunately, I haven't been able to figure out how to use it properly.

So much so that I lingered at the rookie level for a long time.

After some serious consideration, I felt that this pot should be thrown to the clumsy sword.

The main reason is that the clumsy sword and I don't agree.

So, I think it's imperative to find a new sword that pleases the eye.

Bu Fan and Fei Hong were very much in favor of my decision. They gave me a lot of advice.

For example, go to the black market and buy an amazing artifact at a high price.

It's a pity that I was shy in my pocket at that time, and I searched all my friends, and I only scraped together ten taels of silver.

It's not enough to buy a sword hilt.

Senior Brother Ying Zong suggested that I go and find some strange people who forge swords and tailor a new sword that is convenient for me.

But I heard that sword-forging strange people such as the cadre Mo Xie are all strange-tempered and live in that unobtrusive place. It is even more difficult to find these strange people than to directly find a divine sword.

I was a little depressed.

But this temporary cramming thing still has to be done.

So I thought about it again and again and decided to go to the retreat of those strange people that my brother said and try my luck.

One of the retreats was in the town of Chishui, not far from Emei[31].

Chishui Town, located at the confluence of Chishui and Jinhe, is surrounded by water on three sides, and is a place where water is spirited.

The red water is muddy, and the Geumhe River is clear, and it gathers here to make an interesting scene.

The town is not big, but the people are simple, quiet and leisurely.

Most of the residents of the town live on a few acres of fertile land outside the village, but every family makes good tea. As soon as you walk into the town, the smell of tea wafts everywhere. On the bluestone street, there are villagers sitting everywhere, sipping tea, eating a few bites of sesame cake, the days are simple and long, and it is intoxicating.

Speaking of this sesame cake, it's simply my big love.

Soft and glutinous and sweet, people can't stop at all.

And Bu Fan and Feihong, as soon as they walked into the town, rushed into the teahouse, their mouths stuffed with sesame cakes.

These two people are obviously sent by Senior Brother Yingzong to protect me because he was afraid that I would not be safe alone. As a result, it became a burden to me.

Seeing the happy appearance of these two foodies, I couldn't bear to disturb them. So he had to find the strange man who forged the sword himself.

According to Senior Brother Yingzong, this strange man is the apprentice of a generation of sword-casting master Zhang Jiuya[32]. Zhang Jiuya also passed on the Nine Swords Sect, which he founded single-handedly, to this apprentice who was said to be extremely talented. But more than ten years ago, the Nine Swords Gate suddenly disappeared. And this strange person is nowhere to be found. There are only rumors in the rivers and lakes that this strange person has retreated to this Chishui town.

The town is not big, and there are not many villagers, but the strange thing is that no one knows this, strange people.

"Casting a sword?" An old man with a hoe was full of surprise: "Little girl, this casting hoe, sickle or something is possible." We don't need a sword. ”

I'm a little discouraged.

How could such a strange man who forged a sword live in seclusion in a place where he didn't need to use a sword?

I spent a whole afternoon, giving up the good time of basking in the sun, drinking tea, and eating sesame cakes with Bu Fan and the others, and visited all the residents of the town.

There was not a single person who looked like a sword-forging man.

The villagers, all of whom were dark-faced, had simple and sincere faces, but they were pleasant, and they spared no effort to strike at me, telling me that there were no strange people here.

I walked so far that my feet were about to break, and I sat on the big stone at the entrance of the village in a decadent manner, looking at the calm red water.

The red water is reddish-brown in color, glowing with golden light against the setting sun.

The green hills on both sides of the strait are like daisies, and the green grass is still clinging. The cattle and sheep who returned late were still skinned on the grass by the river, eating arrogantly.

With such a beautiful view, I couldn't help but sigh.

If you can't find a strange person, you won't have a sword. Without Excalibur, I'm still a rookie. is a rookie, when will the dream of a heroine come true?

Thinking of this, I let out another long breath.

Unexpectedly, when I was most depressed and helpless, I extended a hand of friendship to me, and it was not Bu Fan, Feihong and the like.

It was the old man with the hoe.

The old man was a little puzzled, he had returned from weeding the wheat, and I was still looking for that strange man here. So the warm-hearted old man decided to comfort me: "Girl, you haven't found the swordsmith yet?

I shook my head, but the tone of my voice was obviously weak: "It can't be wrong. Senior brother will never lie to me. ”

The old man grinned very honestly: "The people who live here are all countrymen, and how many of them have seen the world? Not to mention the sword, even a dagger can't be forged." ”

I pouted and said angrily: "The strangest thing about this strange person is his stinky temper." obviously has a skill, but he has to hide in such a small isolated place. He, he's not only sorry for himself, but also for me. ”

The old man thought it was a little amused and asked, "Why is he still sorry for you?"

My face was full of displeasure: "I, if I can't find him, I won't have a good sword." Without a good sword, I can't be a heroine!"

The old man frowned: "Xia, shouldn't it be in your heart, what does it have to do with whether there is a good sword?"

I wanted to continue pouring bitter water, but suddenly I had a flash of inspiration. I stood up, stared at the old man carefully, and asked, "Uncle, you have a good point. You're probably not an ordinary farmer, are you?"

The old man's swarthy face was full of wrinkles of different shades. He opened his mouth and smiled, still looking honest and honest: "How can a farmer be ordinary and unusual?"

But I grabbed the old man's sleeve, as if I was afraid that he would run away. I asked eagerly, "Uncle, you made this hoe yourself?"

"Of course, being a hoe still doesn't bother me. Why? Do you want me to cast you a hoe?" the old man panicked and tried to shake me off.

How could I be so easily thrown away?

I continued to tug at him and said, "You should keep the hoe yourself." Uncle, how about you forge a sword for me?"

The old man was visibly cramped: "Forge a sword, little girl, you can't find a strange person, so you have to catch my old man to make up the number, right? I don't even know what a sword is." ”

I snorted lightly and said, "Senior, you don't lie to me. You speak so wisely, you must be the strange man who retreats into the countryside. ”

The old man rolled his eyes, and said with a look of lovelessness: "If you want to add sin, why do you have no excuse? Old man, I really jumped into the red water, and I can't wash it away." ”

I immediately changed my respectful expression and said, "Strange senior, you don't have to jump into the red water. I believe you are. Even if you are an ordinary farmer, you can treat me to a cup of tea, a sesame cake or something like that. ”

The old man sighed helplessly and said, "Girl, my old lady is the most jealous person. If I bring back a girl like a flower today, the old woman will have to strangle me. ”

I smiled flatteringly: "Uncle, if you don't bring me back, a girl like a flower, I will tell your old woman that I am your illegitimate daughter." ”

The old man was shocked, and suddenly blushed and said, "Absolutely not." Good girl, my aunt, if you say that, I will really jump into the red water, and I will not be able to wash it away. ”

The old man thought for a moment and said dejectedly: "That's it, the passing year is not good, and today I met you as a pickled and broken person." Isn't it just a cup of tea? Let's go, let's go. ”

With that, the old man angrily picked up his broken hoe and walked towards his house.

And I, at once, followed in a hurry.

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In a blink of an eye, I arrived at the old man's house.

A very ordinary farm yard.

The courtyard is not large, but it is full of plants.

The long vines of Qilixiang climb on the earthen walls on three sides, which are dotted with small red and white flowers, exuding a faint fragrance.

Several bamboos are cultivated, standing in the corner of the wall, and the bamboo leaves are swaying in the afterglow of the sunset, and the shadows are sufficient.

The loquat tree bears green fruit, and the bird stands aside, waiting for an opportunity to leave a few pecking marks on the fruit.

Moon flowers, hydrangeas, and junzi orchids bloom one after another, and they are very lively.

In the shade of a tree in the middle of the courtyard, there was a small stone table, and an old lady sitting safely reading a book.

The old lady had silver hair and wore a dark blue homespun shirt. She was smiling and holding a book with yellowed pages, squinting her eyes and looking calm.

The old man walked into the courtyard in a huff, deliberately making some noise.

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[31] Chishui Town: now Huanglongxi, Chengdu. The Chishui River crosses like a yellow dragon.

[32] Zhang Jiuya: A famous swordsmith in the Tang Dynasty, who is said to be the descendant of Ou Yezi.