Genshin Impact: Liyue Sword Master, players go crazy

In fact, Sinoning did not set the goal of becoming a famous forging master from the beginning.

Even in the many educational courses on [ancient names], she was only interested in the purely technical details.

For example: how to write the most efficient phlogiston recording, how to use phlogiston to drive various instruments, how to modify the existing recording diagram...

Whenever this kind of course starts, the students around me always can't help but feel their eyelids drooping and dizzy, and as time goes by, they fall asleep on their desks one by one.

In the end, Sinoning was the only student who did not fall asleep among the crowd. Under the admiring gaze of the craftsman who taught the class, Sinoning raised the notebook in his hand and asked his own questions.

"Does the phlogiston burning rely on the flow of phlogiston to operate? If I get into a pool full of phlogiston, will the phlogiston burning pattern on my body start, stop, or explode?"

"Does phlogiston exist in gaseous form? If so, if I fill a piece of bacon with gaseous phlogiston and then drop a piece of animal meat from the top, how high does the bacon have to be and how high does the phlogiston density have to be so that the animal meat can be cooked by the phlogiston when it hits the ground?"

These sharp or strange questions did not annoy the famous caster [Taiji], and she did not think that Sinoning was making trouble.

The highly respected Taigi was simply surprised that Sinoning could be patient enough to study such a boring course.

Most of the children had no interest in this; their favorite lesson was listening to the elders telling the legends of the heroes of the tribes.

Then imagine yourself becoming the protagonist in the legend, skipping all the hardships and pains, and going straight forward to receive flowers and cheers.

Sinonen showed no interest in this.

However, in order to pass these exams in literature and history, she would still bribe her classmates with candies, borrow their notes, copy them in detail, and memorize them by force so that she could get a score that would not be questioned.

Empty imagination is not her forte; accurate axioms and formulas are what she prefers. Only such things can benefit future generations and are worth studying and pondering.

As for those stories...

They are neither accurate nor concise, have neither definitions nor axioms, and are really unordered. Apart from getting points on the examination paper, they are really not worth paying attention to.

Taiji saw all of this, but she did not stop or reprimand Sinoning immediately.

She just tapped on her notebook full of calculations and said kindly, "I once thought the same as you, Sinoning."

“But for us [Master Casters], there is no difference between stories and formulas.”

Sinonen didn't understand at the time.

Because the storytelling classes in the school are all about stories like Songata, Menelik... and countless other heroes who fought for Nata and sacrificed themselves for justice and virtue.

These stories fascinated the children most, except for Sinonen.

Although they had read related stories in ancient books before.

But Grandma Taiyiji's account is more detailed and vivid than the records in the classics.

How the hero plucked a stalactite and used it as a halberd to pierce the monster's eye;

How this hero, using only a rope to cross a ravine, hunts down a dragon alone...

Countless rich details give the heroes in the story flesh and blood, making them come alive in the hearts of children.

However, rich details always bring rich contradictions.

One of the children was the first to raise his head from the story and question the narrator.

He has read a lot of books and has a lot of questions.

"Granny, I have a question. In the records of previous books, this hero went hunting with his companions. Why is he alone in the story you told?"

Taiji replied gently, "I have read that book, too. So whose story do you think is the true one?"

The child frowned and obviously couldn't answer the teacher's question well.

The old master forger smiled and spoke patiently, "That is to question the truth without any evidence or proof, just based on one person's opinion."

The child refused to admit defeat and answered with his chest puffed out: "Stories...what evidence do you need? There are so many stories in this world that the evidence is simply endless."

After all, most stories and legends are passed down orally, and changes are inevitable during the long process of transmission.

Even for the same story and the same character, there may be completely opposite narratives among different tribes.

Sinoning, who had been listening for a long time, had already closed his eyes out of boredom and started calculating a new round of formulas on his own.

This was no different from what she thought. Such disordered things were not worth her even a second glance.

However, what Taiji said next caught her interest.

She nodded, expressing her approval of the child's speech, and then she said, "Nata's heroic stories are so numerous that perhaps there is really no documentation."

"In the process of word of mouth, countless stories have been distorted, exaggerated, and focused on praising someone's great achievements, or secretly disparaged someone..."

"But in the future, you will all hold the hammer and cast the great deeds of the martyrs into ancient names."

"By that time, if the great deeds of the martyrs you want to engrave into ancient names are also covered by countless unofficial histories and side stories."

"How are you supposed to hit the wrong note?"

The sudden burden fell on everyone's shoulders.

The originally noisy classroom suddenly became quiet.

Taiji closed the storybook and announced to the children: "Legends have context, and stories have truth."

"You have heard many stories and seen many scrolls."

"Now, you will move on to the next lesson."

Sinoning opened his eyes slightly. It was quite interesting to read the story from this perspective.

Master Zhu Ming’s course is still going on, but the difficulty and teaching method have changed.

Children no longer just listen to teachers telling stories about heroes.

Instead, under her guidance, he trudged through the mountain of books with a bitter face.

Read over and over again those heroic stories that you have heard a hundred or a thousand times, and dig out every detail.

I hope to find clues that connect to the contents of other songs.

Add a rough but traceable chain of evidence to a story.

This proves the credibility of the story.

The children who used to think those heroic stories were exciting and interesting and who could never get tired of reading them are now thinking of ways to avoid this course.

If they continue to learn like this, they probably won't want to read any stories anymore.

All the points have to be implemented practically, leaving no room for imagination at all, which is indeed a bit boring for them.

Instead, Sinoning took more and more notes.

She enjoyed the feeling of putting the evidence to the test.

Imagine it is the breeze blowing between the rock walls, light and cool, penetrating every pore and being everywhere.

But no one can say for sure what shape the wind is, nor can anyone make it stay by their side for long.

However, if we can find a way to make the wind fall to the ground, and then turn the wind into black, hard, silent stone, so that the invisible story can be forged by the visible...

For Sinonen, such thought experiments are indeed interesting.

However, this was still not enough to make her want to become a [Master Caster].

She had no interest in catching the light breeze, nor did she have the energy to lift heavy stones.

"I don't want to forge an ancient name. There are so many people in the clan. Can't I just find someone who can forge it?"

This is not to say that Sinonen is a person who has been playing badly since childhood.

But it was because her father was a famous caster.

Sinoning had observed his father before. He was always smiling when he was talking about business with others, but when it came to swinging the hammer seriously, he couldn't help but frown.

Work is always tiring and exhausting.

The reason for her change was the departure of her kind grandmother, Taiji...