The Ancestor of our Sect Isn’t Acting like an Elder

The scorching heat of the fire, the smell of charcoal, and the crisp sound of beating metal.

All of this is as unforgettable as if engraved in the bones, her childhood-no, even today, her life is composed of them.

This kind of unchanging life may seem dull and monotonous in the eyes of others, but in fact it also makes her lose something.

Hua dynasty men prefer women whose skin is better than snow, and they look forward to working in front of the fire to make her white and delicate skin dark and rough. As it should be by rights, it does not conform to theirs. Aesthetic.

Even though she hasn’t reached the point of being unwelcome, she still has nothing to do with marriage, and even the suitors can be counted on one’s fingers. Whenever she goes out with her Senior Sister Junior Sister, under their contrast, she will become the only ink dot on the white paper.

She is an ugly duckling among the white swans.

At first, she doesn’t care about the eyes of others, but under the unnoticeable influence over the years, she also gradually feels inferior to her appearance because of the opinions and evaluations of others, which eventually leads to her “not out of the door” “The second door does not step forward”, simply give everything you have to what you love.

Even though her life may not be able to reach the “Perfection” among the others, she is still happy. If you really love something, what if you pay more for it? She thinks everything is worth it.

──She likes casting technique, and she loves mechanism technique.

This kind of passionate love has never changed since that day. It has been entrenched in her heart, and it hasn’t been lost in the decades.

And it all originated from that night long, long ago.

How long ago was it? It’s been too long, so long that she has forgotten it.

However, every scene that happened at that time can still clearly recover.

She still remembers that in the night of biting-cold wind, the warmth that slowly penetrated into her chest bit by bit – the temperature of the fire, the father’s callous palms came from Warmth bursts.

She still remembered the words he whispered softly in her ears.

That night, those words that are still fresh in my memory──

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On a freezing night, the girl who was too cold to sleep Leaving the room alone, came to his father’s workshop.

Her father is sitting by the fire, beating the burning sword tire.

Perhaps he was too attentive. The man seemed to not at all hear the sound of the door being pushed open, nor did he notice that his daughter had squashed and walked in.

“Daddy, I’m cold.”

The girl tried to call the man.

However, the man who focused on his work not at all responded. Is it inaudible or no time to respond? Girls are not quite clear, nor will they be held accountable.

After yelling for several times without getting a response, the always bold girl simply bent over and cautiously crawled through his arms to the place that belonged to her only.

It’s really warm…

The girl hugged her knees in her father’s arms and huddled up, absorbing each other’s warmth, like a kitten curled up in a corner at night by Extreme Cold.

She likes to stay here, and feels that everything here is very warm-the temperature of the ember flame in the arms of the father is warmed by the red sword blank.

Although there was a small body in his arms, the man’s expression remained unchanged, and he focused on the sword blank with red eyes.

The rhythmic and crisp tapping sound continued to echo, and the girl gradually became sleepy. But she did not let herself fall asleep, instead she tried her best to eyes opened, watching his father’s every move, afraid of missing any details.

A few months ago, men started teaching her to make swords.

Looking at a bunch of unbearable to look at materials under the skillful hands of father, she became a magical sword. She felt very magical and envious. She wanted to have something no less than her father’s. Craftsmanship-even beyond him.

So, she wants to learn more, wants to improve, and wants to create better works.

I don’t know that after several times of folding and beating, the blank finally acquired the shape of a sword and became a blade. As long as the sword is connected to the handle, it can become a real long sword.

The man wrapped the sword tongue with a thick cloth, and held the sword bar horizontally in front of his eyes to look carefully.

The slightly broad blade exudes a dull and heavy luster. Due to the fact that the blade has not been opened, there is no cold glow on the blade. The overall shape is simple and plain and looks quite ordinary. However, the natural ripples on the sword are enough to prove that it is an extraordinary product that has experienced thousands of tempers.

A beautiful sword! The girl’s eyes lit up, and she couldn’t help but look closer at the sword, her face was full of excitement as if she had received Supreme Treasure.

In contrast, men shook the head.

“Still not working…”

After a sigh, the man whispered helplessly, and placed the sword blade on the small wooden stand next to him.

“Daddy, what can’t you do?”

The girl tilted her head slightly and asked in a puzzled manner.

As a result, without waiting for a man’s answer, she gestured with excitement, each minding their own business and said:

“The sword is very beautiful! It will definitely become A famous sword!”

“Xiaoting, why are you here?”

The man seemed to have only discovered the existence of the girl now, with a surprised expression for a while.

“I’m cold, so I came here! It’s warmer here!”

The man shook the head helplessly, and then he showed affection and touched the girl. With red hair. Feeling the temperature in the palm of the other person, the girl smirked.

“foolish child.”

The man turned to rub the girl’s little hand and said with a smile:

“It seems that I have to buy you a thick bed I ordered the quilt.”

“Okay, okay! I want an embroidered quilt! Recently in the village──”

As if thinking of something, the girl’s expression suddenly dimmed Coming down, I asked in a loss:

“Daddy, do we have money? Mother said that there is almost no money in the family.”

“What! Is there such a thing?” Man Wrinkle frowned, “Why didn’t your mother tell me?”

“Mother said that she recently helped people to sew clothes and it was a bit of income, so I didn’t tell your father.”

After looking around with a guilty conscience for a while, the girl spooked and put a palm to her mouth.

“Daddy, mother forbid me to tell you, don’t tell her that I said it!”

The man smiled bitterly and answered “OK”, and then sighed again He breathed out an embarrassing expression ashamed and unable to show one’s face.

“I’m wronged you.”

“Daddy, Ting’er is not wronged!” The girl answered firmly with her chest tall.

The man felt nodded as relieved and stroked the girl’s cheek.

In the next second, he cast his gaze on the sword that was about to be completed, and murmured:

“In a few days, sell the sword…”

He looked a bit reluctant, but the girl not at all realized that it was not as simple as reluctance.

“Daddy, if you don’t want to sell, just──”

“no!” The man asserted, “It must be sold.”

The girl is a little sad. “Oh”, but quickly asked curiously:

“Daddy is going to sell to the martial artist big brother who came to ask for the sword a few days earlier?”

” No.”

The man answered quickly without thinking.

“Who is it going to sell to?”

Under the curious gaze of the girl, the man rubbed his chin and pondered for a moment.

“Hmm… I heard that Li Jun from the village chief’s family seems to be going to serve as a soldier?”

“Yes!” The girl was nodded, “Jun big brother the past few The days are all talking! He said he is about to become Great General.”

“Well, Daddy will sell him the sword!”

“Hey, but… “

The girl became reluctant to talk, but she still bluntly expressed her thoughts in words.

“That martial artist big brother paid a very high price…Daddy, why didn’t you sell his sword to him?”

A few days earlier, there was a young martial artist. The artist is famous and wants to ask a man to cast a good sword, but the man not even think flatly refuses.

She is not surprised at this.

In the past, there are countless sword-seekers who were rejected by her father, and she has long since disappeared. However, since I plan to sell the sword now, why not sell it to someone with a higher price?

The village where the girl and her parents live can only be described as “poor country”. The villagers are all farmers, with only a few hunters, and the only craftsmen are them.

In such a poor village, even if he was born in the village chief’s house, how much money can he have? If the other party really intends to buy the sword, the price that can be paid is obviously not high, maybe a few silvers are the limit.

In contrast, the martial artist who came to ask for a sword a while ago was much more generous and offered a high price of one hundred taels.

The girl doesn’t know how many hundred taels are – she hasn’t seen any currency other than copper coins, only knows that hundred taels has been enough for her family for a long time.

Faced with the girl’s doubts, the man picked up the charming girl and let her sit on his lap sideways.

“Ting’er, do you know what the leader of a hundred soldiers is?”

“It’s a sword made by father!”

Girls not even think Answered aloud in an affirmative tone.

She has a confident look on her face, and she thinks from the bottom of her heart that there is no weapon more powerful than the sword her father has forged. Although it is too narrow, but it is also pure and cute.

However, this is probably not a man’s ideal answer.

I saw him lightly shook the head and replied “no” a little lonely.

“Hey, what’s that?” The girl stared straight into the man’s opposite eye, “I don’t believe there is a sword that is more powerful than Daddy’s sword!”

” Wan’er, you look up to Daddy too much.”

The man looked away and looked towards the ceiling. His eyes are full of resounding colors.

“A long time ago, there was a family that was able to forge swords that could change shape with the minds of the sword holders. Those swords could be extended, their names could be broadened, and the martial artist’s power could be enhanced, even for holding. Swordsmen bring miracles.”

“So amazing! Daddy, what is the name of that family?”

“Mo family.”

The man spit out two heavily word.

──Mo family.

At that moment, the word was engraved on the bottom of the girl’s heart like a brand, even years could not be brushed away.

“The weapons they cast are called mechanical weapons. They are the strongest weapons in the world. Even Daddy’s swords are beyond the reach.”

“Really?” The girl opened her eyes wide. , Said in disbelief, “But the sword that Dad made is already very difficult to deal with, and he can easily cut down the thick tree!”

The girl still remembers that one day a leaf fluttered gently It fell on the blade of the sword made by her father and then was divided into two.

Blowing hair and breaking hair, cutting iron like mud, tenacious incomparable-this is the sword made by men.

However, the man said that there is something more powerful than the sword he forged, which almost subverted the girl’s world.

“The Mohist…Organization Weapon…”

The girl repeated it several times until she kept these words in her heart.

“Daddy, can you also cast mechanical weapons?”

“Daddy can’t do it. I heard that the real mechanical arts have been lost for a long time, and now only Some fur, not 30% of its most glorious time.”

“Ah…”

The girl made a frustrated voice and lowered her head sullenly. The man touched her head helplessly, telling the fact that surprised the girl even more.

“However, even the weapons of the Mohist family are not the first in a hundred soldiers.”

His expression is faint, and his tone sounds inexplicably complicated.

The girl doesn’t know what emotions are in it. To this day, she still doesn’t know.

──That’s actually intense sadness.

“Yeah!”

The girl’s eyes were wide open, and the girl covered her mouth in surprise.

“Is there anything more powerful than organ weapons?”

The man retracted his arm and muttered softly with his eyes dull:

“There… Of course there is.”

When the girl asked “what is that?”, the man fell silent and did not answer for a long time. The girl stared blankly at herself, not knowing and so on father, without urging her. Well, she is a good child.

“──Human heart.”

After a long silence, the word blurted out of the man’s mouth. The man concealed his emotions and whispered to the girl in a depressed tone:

“Ting’er, the human heart is the top of the hundred soldiers!”

Girl not at all understands I mean father, but I don’t understand that giving birth to who is the strongest weapon. So, she asked “why”, and the man just replied ambiguously:

“You are still young, you will understand when you grow up.”

The man’s voice There was intractable weakness in it, and even the voice of speaking became pale.

“The tenacious of the sword depends on the will of the person; the quality of the sword depends on the good and evil of the person; the sharpness of the sword depends on the belief of the person-yes, you will surely grow up Understand…” The man emphasized his tone, “I will!”

The man stroked the blade of the sword placed aside, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. “Daddy doesn’t sell the sword to that martial artist, because he doesn’t know how he will use it, and whose blood will eventually be infected with the sword. Daddy doesn’t want his sword to be a sword for evil. Daddy sells the sword. For Li Jun, at least it can be stained with enemy blood and become a sword for guard home, defend the country.”

The girl tilted her head seemingly. Seeing her like this, the man smiled softly.

“Daddy…I hope that my sword can lead people to good, instead of becoming a backing for others to do evil.”

“I don’t know what Daddy means.”

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The girl was a little bit lost, and her shoulders collapsed.

The man shaved her cheek, then cast his gaze out the window.

Feather-like snow was falling outside the window.

The endless fine snow is like the dust shaking from the Divine Immortal from the sky, and it is also like a layer of tulle covering all things. The man’s gaze penetrated the snow curtain and looked far, far away.

“Since ancient times, people’s hearts are unpredictable…”

──All these, Li Wanting still keeps in mind.

However, until now, she still doesn’t understand what her father said and what it means.

She still doesn’t understand.