Genshin Impact: Liyue Sword Master, players go crazy

Chapter 439 Inheritance

Grandma Taiji's funeral was held on a low hill outside the tribe.

The departure of this famous caster was actually within everyone's expectations.

She was old now, and she often told the people who cared for her that she could hear the Great Spirit whispering to her in her dreams.

But she can't leave yet, she still needs to find a suitable person to stay.

Until then, she cannot respond to the Great Spirit's call.

[…The blood of the mountains, the eyes of the valleys.]

[The filth is burned, and the soul gathers in the abyss of fire.]

Sinoning dropped the torch in his hand and watched the woodpile burn.

She waited here all night, and the next morning, she collected her mother-in-law's ashes into an urn and placed it in the cave that her mother-in-law had always talked about.

The cave was very quiet, and the tribesmen still respected the old woman and would not come in to disturb her rest.

But outside the cave, Grandma Taiji's story became as chaotic as the strong wind in the valley.

Some people said that Taiji passed on the true skill of creating ancient names to him, and he had a book signed by Taiji as proof.

Some say that Taiji left his workshop to himself and that he holds the key to that workshop...

These conflicts of interest are not worthy of Sinoning's attention.

What really concerned her were some more cunning lies.

"I heard that when Taiji was teaching, he sometimes questioned the authenticity of those heroic stories..."

"You heard that too? I also... Well, although this is just an academic issue, will it lead the child astray?"

"Yes, yes. I heard before that Taiyiji had been focusing on pure technical research when he was young. For such a person to teach the casting of ancient names... Alas..."

Through word of mouth, the story of Grandma Taiji was distorted and altered. Sometimes she was great and selfless, and sometimes she had ulterior motives.

He becomes a hero in one person's mouth and a despicable villain in the next moment.

People couldn't catch the wind, so they tried every possible way to make all kinds of boxes and lied to others that this was the shape of the wind.

The true story will always be, and can only be, that heavy, dark stone - [ancient name].

When Sinoning returned home, she felt she had to do something.

It was as if my father and mother knew what was going to happen.

Waiting for her return at home.

When she was young, Sinoning once asked her father, "Dad, why do you want to be a master forger? Is it because of an important reason?"

The father put down the hammer in his hand, wiped the sweat off his face, and told her, "There's no important reason. I just think that people who listen to stories have the responsibility to pass on the stories."

Sinoning didn't understand it at the time. "Isn't it very simple? Just write the story on a scroll or carve it on a stone."

Now she understood that delivering the story was indeed simple.

However, not everyone is willing to tell the true story.

Granny Taiji is one of the few people who is willing to do so.

The mother took out a comb and prepared to give Sinoning a new hairstyle.

Sinoning was very familiar with this comb because her mother-in-law had used it to braid her hair in many different styles.

Just to coax Sinoning to come back to class.

Another day passed, and the people in the tribe were surprised to find that the usually lazy Sinoning seemed like a different person.

She seemed to have endless energy. She traveled all over Echo Son, interviewed everyone related to Grandma Taiyiji, and checked all the information related to Grandma Taiyiji.

This did not stop Sinonen.

She left the tribe, asked the messenger of the "Hanging Woodman", visited the musician of the "Flowing Spring People", asked the "Smoke Riddle Master" to let her check the scroll, climbed the high cliff of the "Flower Feather Society", and stepped into the gate of the "Wolu Kingdom"...

Every trace that Grandma Taiji left in the world was captured in her writing.

This information is enough for Sinoning to refute any slander and rumors against Grandma Taiyiji, and also allows her to kick off some strange titles given to Grandma Taiyiji.

But she was in no rush to do so.

What Sinoning wanted to keep was a real and unmistakable Granny Taiyiji.

Only the ore without cracks and with the most solid strength can be tempered and forged and become a material after a long time.

Sinoning read a lot of information and made all preparations to create "Ancient Name".

She followed the tribe's prospecting team into the mountains and found the best quality ore.

He also asked his father to modify the forge so that it could accommodate more phlogiston and ignite a more intense and hotter fire, which was enough to melt any ore.

She also re-engraved all the phlogiston engravings in the workshop. During the entire forging process, every spark that splashed out in the workshop would be under her control.

All right, Sinoning, everything is ready, now it's time to hammer.

But how do we land the first blow?

Sinoning was stunned. It seemed that Grandma Taiyiji had never mentioned this issue before.

Where should the first hammer strike?

What pattern do you want to forge?

How many times should I beat it?

Silence took over the workshop, and the fire did not dare to crackle for fear of disturbing the craftsman.

Sinoning put down the forging hammer and instead held a comb made of wild animal teeth. The comb was rubbed until it was smooth and warm, and the blazing fire reflected on it, making it look much gentler.

Its previous owner was a kind old lady. Every time Xinoning wanted to be lazy, she would coax her to go back to study by combing her hair.

She would also help Sinoning braid beautiful braids. The braids were so complicated that even her mother had to study them for a long time. In the end, she had to ask her mother-in-law for advice - after all, Sinoning liked this kind of braid.

The story of the famous caster Grandma Taiyiji emerged in Sinoning's mind. This was a story she had collected herself, and now she wanted to make it famous with her own hands.

The roar of the hammer's fall dispelled the silence. Sinoning's hammer dropped with precision and force, not letting go of any trace of the story. Even if they were illusory wind, they would be restrained in front of Sinoning and allowed to be forged into useful materials.

After the last trace of phlogiston was consumed, the fire went out, and a brand new "Ancient Name" was formed.

The story of Granny Taiji has been immortalized and will never be distorted or distorted again.

As for who the Great Spirit will grant it to...

That is what Da Ling should worry about.

"Hmm~"

A gentle breeze blew, and Sinoning woke up from the tree and stretched himself.

She felt like she was dreaming about many things from the past.

The story about Granny Taiyiji.

Perhaps it was the kids’ noise that reminded me of my student days.

"Mother-in-law..."

Nowadays, although I am not yet at that level, I am also committed to conveying true stories.

I guess I didn't disappoint my mother-in-law.