It was dark, she was lying on the bed, and she vaguely heard someone calling this name.
She stood in the darkness and turned around to look.
"Little girl."
The voice became louder, breaking through the darkness, and the light revealed a figure.
She slowly walked over there, and the darkness faded away, and she came to a valley with green mountains, green water, and the sound of birdsong.
"Little girl, why are you in a daze again?" the voice behind said, "You must be focused when you are working. As a craftsman, your hands and heart must be one."
She lowered her head and looked at her empty hands.
She is not a craftsman, nor does she dream. This is Qixing's dream.
She turned around and saw a five or six-year-old girl sitting on the ground, holding a chisel in one hand and a wooden board in the other. However, she was not working, but looked up at the sky.
She raised her eyes and saw the person standing behind the little girl.
This is a woman, wearing a cyan dress, wrapped in a cloak and scarf, standing in the light, her face cannot be seen clearly.
Hearing the woman's voice, the little girl lowered her head and began to chisel, causing sawdust to fly everywhere.
It's not like doing carpentry, it's like chopping wood.
"Why are you so angry?" The woman said in a deep voice, "You don't want to learn? If you don't want to learn, just leave."
The chisel in the little girl's hand paused for a moment, then moved a little slower, cutting across the previously dug place, leaving messy traces.
"Little girl."
Another sound came from the distance. The sullen little girl raised her head, smiled, dropped the chisel and ran over there.
The woman didn't stop her, she stood still and watched the little girl run away.
It was brighter over there, and a person was walking slowly. He seemed to be carrying something.
The little girl stretched out her hand to him.
The man took the thing off his back.
It's a sword.
At this moment, her perspective changed. She was no longer watching, but looking down. She watched the little girl reach out to her, her white and tender hands, and a smile on her round face.
Qixing opened his eyes and saw the dark night in front of him. Although they were separated by a room, the temperature of the fire still made the room dry and hot.
Qing Zhi was sleeping on a small bed made of wooden boards next to him, and the quilt had been kicked off.
Qixing got off the bed, put the quilt on Qing Zhi, walked out and closed the door.
She glanced at the starry night sky, was slightly lost in thought, and walked into the nearby workshop.
As the fire burned, Qixing took a hammer and smashed the iron bars. The red iron bars changed shapes, and the cold water on the side reflected the girl's figure.
There are still people awake late at night.
"Isn't her name Qixing?"
Returning from the blacksmith shop to the deep house of Huixian Tower, I know the guests but don't answer their questions.
"Did she use a fake name?"
The wealthy man took a sip of tea and said, "Not necessarily, my daughter should be a nickname."
It's also possible that the name didn't sound like a serious name, and Zhike asked: "Then whose daughter is she?"
The little girl that the wealthy man can meet and still remember her name - this girl is not very old now. It is estimated that she was even younger when she met the wealthy man. It is definitely not because she is outstanding herself, but must be her parents.
Extraordinary.
The wealthy man seemed to be interested and asked him: "Do you remember that there is a female disciple named Yun Yan under Beitang?"
Zhike smiled bitterly: "There are thousands of children in my family. I really can't remember everyone."
There are many women in Momen, but the identity of a woman is not enough to be a rare thing.
"This female disciple is Lao Xie's favorite disciple." Mr. Gao said.
Lao Xie, the elder and mechanic in charge of Beitang, calls himself Master Xie. This name is not his real name, but was chosen as a homophone to save trouble.
These famous craftsmen and heroes are so casual. They only care about the way of heaven and inheriting skills. It doesn't matter what their names are.
"Lao Xie has chosen her to be the next head of Beitang." Mr. Gao continued, "This Yunyan has a daughter."
He pointed in the direction of the blacksmith's shop.
It turns out that he was born in this way, Zhike suddenly understood.
However, Yun Yan is still a junior disciple in front of the rich man. It would be good if he can look at her a few more times. How come she still remembers her daughter?
A strange smile appeared on the rich man's face.
"The reason why I remember this kid is because of the leader." He said.
The head? Zhike was stunned for a moment.
"I saw that kid at the head's side." Rich Man Gao said with some reminiscence, "At that time, Lao Xie was building the defense of the Great Wall of the North. The entire Beitang was gone and a lot of money was needed. I
I have been sorting out the accounts at the headmaster’s place, and suddenly one day I saw an additional child beside the headmaster.”
He squinted his eyes and searched for that scene in his memory.
A female doll suddenly emerged from behind the leader's chair.
"My little girl," the leader said.
The female doll raised her head, revealing her round face.
"Let's go play outside." The leader said.
The girl didn't speak and stood still, her little face tense.
The leader then pointed to a sword lying nearby: "Take it to play with."
That sword.
"That is a six-foot sword forged by the master himself." Mr. Gao said, "I carry it with me everywhere."
Zhike hurriedly said: "I know this sword."
The leader's surname is Luo, and he walks the world as a swordsmith.
Luo Jian is worth a thousand pieces of gold.
"I remember that there was a Mo Xia who made great achievements and was rewarded by the master. He said he wanted this six-foot sword in the master's hand."
But the always generous leader refused.
"I will make a sword more suitable for you."
Later, Mo Xia really got a sword, which could cut iron as fast as clay and as fast as light and shadow.
However, the sword that the leader cherished and refused to give away also made everyone remember it even more.
The rich man smiled and said: "That's it. After the girl heard this, she immediately went to get it. She is small."
The wealthy man gestured and pointed to his knees.
"At this point, it was not as high as the sword. She dragged the sword away and made a stabbing sound on the ground."
Although there is a scabbard, the sword that the master cherishes is treated like this
"The master didn't even move his eyebrows, there was only a smile on his face."
The boss was a very cold and arrogant person. This was the first time he had such an expression. The rich man immediately remembered this girl.
"Of course I want to ask who this is." He told Zhike, "The leader said that this is the daughter of Lao Xie's apprentice Yun Yan. Because it took a long time to build the Great Wall for defense and barbarians often appeared, it was very dangerous, so he put his daughter away.
Leave it to the boss to take care of."
People in the sect help each other, and the old, young, sick and weak are all taken care of. Not to mention entrusting children to the care of the sect when they go out. Even if they die, many orphans will stay in the sect instead of being raised by relatives and friends.
Lao Xie valued this apprentice, and naturally he also valued his disciple and grandson. He asked the master to look after the child, and the master would not refuse. Zhike nodded and smoothed the matter.
"I see." He said, "I am from Beitang."
Rich Man Gao continued: "Later, when Beitang completed the defense of the Great Wall, he took the child away, and I never saw him again. However."
At this point, the smile on his face disappeared.
"When we were in Jin, that Yunyan was there too."
Zhike guessed what he meant: "Master, you mean, this little girl is here too?"
The rich man didn't say anything. He looked at the dancing candlelight in the room and saw the girl blacksmithing in front of his eyes.
At that moment, he seemed to see the leader.
In fact, there was another reason why he remembered this girl.
There was once a rumor that this girl was the illegitimate daughter of the head of the family.