technical type

"Is it really what you thought?"

"Yes!"

"Didn't someone tell you?"

"no!"

"you--"

After two consecutive questions, Aunt Ji looked at Ji Mo again, her eyes were extremely complicated. Ji Mo didn't know how to judge her thoughts from it. His level in this area has always been very weak, but he just felt that there seemed to be something he didn't know. The more important things are among these problems.

After thinking about it several times, I vaguely felt that Aunt Ji was afraid that she would be "bad" by others?

"Auntie, can't you make a sword?"

Ji Mo didn't dare to use the word "casting" and chose "doing". He couldn't say it smoothly, and seeing Aunt Ji's expression was a little awkward.

"No, there's nothing you can do. Auntie just wonders why you suddenly have such an idea. If you want to do it—it's okay."

The last four words were difficult to say, and Aunt Ji didn't want to say them, but seeing the two maids who had already picked up the rosary, she felt that today's matter could not be covered up, and that outsiders would know about it sooner or later. In this case, he If you want to do it, do it. A child's thoughts may change from time to time, and they may break up one day.

Thinking about rejecting so many things outside, Ji Mo grew up without even a good toy. Aunt Ji's heart softened again. She touched Ji Mo's small head and said in a soft tone: "You can do whatever you want."

This time, the tone was different from before.

Ji Mo breathed a sigh of relief, so it's not something taboo anymore?

"Then, aunt, I need to find a good master and let him teach me!"

Ji Mo pushed forward and made the request quickly. He was careless for a while, and he didn't expect that the word "master" was not something he could come into contact with every day.

Aunt Ji didn't notice this, her mind was still on the previous matter, she thought a lot, but she didn't seem to think about anything, when she heard the words "Look for Master", she didn't know whether to respond or not. I don't want help from outsiders, but... thinking about the food and clothing expenses that I have ignored all these years, speaking of it, they are all sent from outsiders. In the eyes of outsiders, her wife exists in name only, no, I am afraid that even her name is almost gone. , but her treatment is the same as before.

He owed her, he knew it.

There was more emotion in her eyes, Aunt Ji sighed, and replied again: "Okay, then find a good master."

In a trance, it seemed that someone said in my ear, "The child will always go out when he grows up. It doesn't matter if you don't come out, but you can't let the child do the same. This child is also the only remaining blood of the Ji family..."

That's right, he's always going out, he's the only one left with the blood of the Ji family.

Aunt Ji clenched her hands tightly, pinching her nails into the flesh, and she didn't even notice the blood from the pinching. The fire burned Ji's family. She almost disappeared, but it's better to be gone.

If it is gone, there will be no later suffering, and there will be no pain after knowing the truth.

The fire was burning, burning on the face, burning in the body, burning in the heart, and could never be extinguished.

At night, Ji Mo was already sound asleep. Aunt Ji was sitting in the Buddhist hall. She had a string of rosary beads in her hand, and the sandalwood was faint. She had many strings of these rosary beads, all of which seemed to be exactly the same.

The incense in front of the Buddha was half burned, and the dew was heavy at night. A man in brocade clothes walked at night, and the skirt of his clothes brushed against the peony flowers in the courtyard, and when he entered the room, a petal fell off, and the fragrance of the flowers was blown away by the wind before being disturbed. And that curling fragrance.

"I heard that Mo'er wants to learn how to forge a sword, and you agree."

The male voice sounded in front of the Buddha, calm and graceful, he was a royal nobleman, before that, he was already a noble son, his demeanor was heartbreaking everywhere.

"Yes, I agree, but I want a good master, and you have to find it, so I entrust it to you."

Aunt Ji's voice was as unpleasant as ever, in the dead of night, it sounded like an old tree crow's, with an ominous and terrifying connotation.

The candlelight in the room was dim, and the candle in front of the Buddha was like a solitary lamp in the underworld, swaying with the wind, and it would be completely extinguished at some point. Amidst such flickering, Aunt Ji's face was even more frightening, making people unbearable. See.

The man's eyes were fixed on the Buddha statue. Hearing the words, he nodded slightly, as if he quickly realized that the other party was not looking at him, he sighed again, and replied: "Okay, I see, I will find it for him. , if he can succeed in this, it will not be in vain—”

Before finishing a sentence, he sighed again. No matter how many words he said, it seemed that he couldn't continue.

The rosary in Aunt Ji's hand stopped turning at some point. She sat quietly, enduring the torment brought by this silence, and the pain of being burned by the fire seemed to spread on her face again, making her heart follow this Pain soaked in the venom of hatred.

After a long time, the faint incense dissipated with the person's departure, and the incense in front of the Buddha burned out. Aunt Ji got up and came to the Buddha, twisted a stick of incense, lit it on the candle, and inserted it into the incense burner Among them, the rosary silently counted one, suppressed all the hatred, looked at the eyes again, and it was all over.

On the second day, Ji Mo got the good news after having breakfast, and he was able to go outside to study with his master. Because he was still too young, he needed to learn literacy first.

Literacy, Ji Mo knows it. Aunt Ji has always had Buddhist scriptures by her side. She once used Buddhist scriptures to teach him to read. The characters on them are almost the same as those in the previous world. Ji Mo feels that he only needs to get familiar with it, and he can quickly enter the state Yes, but it's not easy to tell people, so I can only go out to school honestly.

Anyway, it's finally time to go out.

With this joyful mood, Ji Mo ignored a lot, such as Aunt Ji's unusual silence.

Walking out of this small courtyard, Ji Mo realized how big this Zhuangzi is. A whole lake is enclosed within the wall, and there are pavilions and boats. Along the way, there are green trees and red flowers. One person, a student, and only him.

There was novelty in his eyes. Ji Mo listened carefully to Mr. Goatee's narration, and understood the outside world from just a few words. He listened, and he found something was wrong, as if he was not following the previous world. The same ancient times, the reason is that the legends are different.

After struggling with this question for a while, Ji Mo quickly put it down, compared the words spoken by Mr. one by one, and after confirming his understanding, he boldly showed it, ignored Mr.'s praise, and asked Mr. cheekily: "Do you know what a sword is? "

"Three-foot green peak, fighting as a hero?"

The sir's reaction was quick, and I don't know why Ji Mo asked this question.

Ji Mo drew a few strokes on the paper, and the rough appearance of the "sword" was drawn. He pointed to the picture and said, "This is the sword. I invented it. I will make such a sword in the future."

Choked by the brazen "I invented it", the husband is noncommittal about this ideal, and his mission is not to teach sword casting, just listen to it.

There is no need to care too much about children's childish words.

Ji Mo could still understand such a simple expression, full of helplessness, looked at the short-armed and chubby hand, and thought about the physical strength that might be required to cast a sword, he suddenly realized, ah, this matter seems to be really urgent, If you want to be influenced by something, you have to find the master first, and the master's candidate should theoretically be among the people close to him who can be contacted. His eyes swept over the husband's small body, and he was powerless. Those who are capable of making swords, what about the others?

"Sir, where are the other people in the village?"

"Who are you looking for?"

Mr. looked at Ji Mo, and didn't understand what this kid was looking around for. Didn't he study hard just because he was smart?

"Master who taught me how to make a sword!"

Ji Mo replied loudly, if he wasn't afraid of being surprised, he might have called out the name "Ji Chenyi" directly. The husband in front of him was surnamed Zhao, so he definitely wouldn't be the right candidate. Then, what about the others?It would be nice to see a list.

It will always be easier to follow the map.

"You are still so young, you just want to learn sword making, let's talk about it when you grow up."

The gentleman sneered, turned the pages of the book, and continued to explain. Ji Mo was still distracted. Seeing that the gentleman picked up the ruler and made a gesture, he quickly stopped his thoughts, opened the book, found the sentence that the gentleman read, and followed it read.

The one-to-one teaching lasted all morning, and there was time for drinking tea and snacks in the middle. Besides reading and writing, the husband also talked about local customs and customs. Ji Mo listened so interestingly that he forgot his own for a while. Main quest, keep asking questions one after another, hoping to know more.

At noon, I went back to Aunt Ji's yard for dinner, and in the afternoon I finished the homework assigned by my husband. Ji Mo finished the homework with self-control before chatting with Aunt Ji, and talked about swordsmithing.

"Auntie, have you heard of sword casting? It sounds very powerful. My husband said that this is what I want to learn, but I can't wait until I grow up."

Sword casting should be regarded as a craft, and it is a craft that requires high strength. Ji Mo has never touched it before, but he has seen pigs run, and the stove in the blacksmith shop is always on, knocking, sparks splashing and so on. , It seems to have a sense of beauty of power.

So, maybe he will raise two unicorn arms in this life?

Ji Mo thought about it and looked at his little arm. The lotus joints were as white and tender, and it seemed that they were not so useful.

"Don't worry, even if you like it, take your time."

Aunt Ji tried to persuade her gently, her voice was not pleasant, but her tone was soothing enough, combined with the smell of sandalwood, it naturally made people think of the benevolent Buddha, and her mood gradually calmed down.

"Oh, okay, I'll listen to my aunt."

Ji Mo responded obediently, still thinking, he still doesn't know who Ji Chenyi is, he must first learn from a teacher to increase his professional knowledge, or can he increase his professional knowledge without learning from a teacher?

He has never tried the latter, so he doesn't know if it will work, er, he also needs to wait another two years to grow up a bit?The current me, I'm afraid I can't afford to swing a hammer.

From this day on, he learned writing and writing with Mr. Zhao every day. After studying for a whole year, Ji Mo finally met his master who could teach him how to forge swords—Master Kong.