technical type

The lingering smoke curled up, and the half of the incense in the incense burner finally couldn't hold the ash on it, and it dissipated as soon as the wind blew, leaving behind a smell that seemed to still carry the smell of smoke and fire to permeate the hall.

Looking up, the Buddha is merciful.

Bow your head, the flowers are like brocade.

"Forget it, just put it here with me, it is always the blood of my family."

The little baby in Dahong's swaddling was helpless, and was hugged by a hug with sandalwood. It was the incense that was soaked in the Buddhist hall all the year round, like the soot piled up inside the incense burner. After a long time, it finally became that high.

Ji Mo raised his eyes again, and saw the half-destroyed face, which seemed to have been burned by a fire. His eyebrows and eyelashes were gone, and one eye was still blind, dusty, and twisted like melting wax. The normal skin is so distorted that it's hard to bear to look at it carefully.

It seemed to be intentional to cover it up. The surrounding hair was let down a lot, but it couldn't completely cover up the ugliness like a ghost. Even her voice was so hoarse that it seemed to burst at any time.

How did this start?

Ji Mo twisted his neck, wanting to see who the person who sent him over was. Every time at the beginning, he was in line with the habit of a baby, and it took a day or two to see the person clearly with his eyes wide open. The ones he came over seemed to be the people next to his father, what did they look like?

That person left before he could be seen clearly. He came here just to send this child. What Ji Mo didn't know was that his mother, the one who gave birth to him, had already gone.

Starting from a baby again, Ji Mo had expected it, so he is not too surprised by the current situation. It is this life experience that seems to be rejected?

However, life experience or something is not the point, the point is what the task is.

[Main task: Swordsmith. 】

[Current progress: Ji Shenyi (Master) - not completed. 】

Swordsmith?Sounds pretty cool!It seems to be more professional, not a simple blacksmith, forging swords, forging swords...

Ji Mo first paid attention to the main task, which is the main job in this life, it is impossible not to pay attention, and then he glanced at the master, after the first world, he already understood how effective it is to have a good master, And the master candidates provided by the system must be the best available nearby.

It may even be the best in the world, oh, plus a limit, in this industry.

Chewing the name "Ji Chenyi" in his heart, and remembering it deeply, Ji Mo closed his eyes again, the baby sleeps a lot, and the physiological instinct of falling asleep at every turn is completely out of his control, and there is nothing he can do about it.

Days passed, and Ji Mo hadn't walked out of this small Buddhist hall before he was two years old. The woman he called "aunt" should be his real aunt. She lived alone in the Buddhist hall and was by his side after some unknowing changes. There are two servant girls who are stronger and stronger than men.

The real version is like a flower!

Ji Mo, who expressed his emotion at the beauty of the two maids, crossed the threshold with his short legs buried, and grew up again from a toothless child. The first time he was born and the second time he was acquainted, he felt that his skin had thickened a lot.

Ji Mo, who is four years old this year, is already thinking about major events in life.

He jumped onto the chair, one of the two maids was packing things in the small yard in front of the Buddhist hall, and the other was by Ji Mo's side, watching him so that he wouldn't fall.

Aunt Ji was chanting sutras in the back, her lips squirmed, she couldn't hear the sound, she counted the beads one by one in her hand, and after a while, it was a circle of reincarnation, after several reincarnations, she stopped her movements and walked out of the Buddhist hall .

The sound of the curtain being raised caused the servant girl to turn her head, and when she saw Aunt Ji, she bowed: "Ma'am."

"What is Mo'er doing?"

Aunt Ji turned a blind eye to the maid, and came to Ji Mo, the rosary in her hand had not been put down, she was still holding it in her hand, the brown tassels were hanging down her cuffs, and the smell of sandalwood seemed to come from above the wooden beads.

"I'm thinking about the big things in life."

Ji Mo was serious, tilting his head as if to be cute, Yuxue's cute little face seemed to be able to see the appearance of her young sisters, her eyes were as clear as water, reflecting her unbearable face.

The smile on Aunt Ji's face that hadn't parted yet subsided a bit, sat down beside Ji Mo, and asked him softly, "What did Mo'er think of?"

"I'm thinking about what to do next."

Ji Mo was still very serious, his little brows were wrinkled unconsciously, as if he was very distressed.

"Have you made up your mind?"

Aunt Ji asked softly.

Ji Mo nodded, jumped off the chair, and ran to the yard in two or three steps. Under Aunt Ji's gaze, he grabbed a twig and danced it around. I didn't know how to turn around, so I stopped and asked, "Look, aunt, do I dance well?"

"good very good."

Aunt Ji showed approval, as if she really thought it was good, she looked very sincere, probably because of eating fast and praying to Buddha for many years, even though half of her face was ruined, half of her face was still as compassionate as a Buddha.

From the half of her face that is still intact, it can be seen that Aunt Ji has a full moon face, her eyebrows... the shape is very good, but it is a pity that the eyebrows and eyelashes are missing, and she looks a bit weird. If she is intact, she is probably a beauty. A dignified and generous beauty.

I don't know what happened, it turned out to be what it is now, making the name of "Madam" a name without reality.

The place where Ji Mo and Aunt Ji live seems to be a corner of a certain mountain villa. Everyday meals are fetched by maids from the big kitchen. They don’t have a fire here, and they don’t even have a hot water stove. The only place where you can see sparks is that The incense before the Buddha.

For four whole years, Ji Mo has been active in this small courtyard, and he also wanted to go outside to expand the map, but Aunt Ji forbade him to go out, and for him, the courtyard walls here are tall enough, and there are no dog holes or the like Yes, it is not easy to go out.

A small yard becomes the whole world.

Food and clothing were brought in by two maids from outside. Ji Mo also tried to talk to the two maids and ask how it was outside, but nothing came of it.The two maids were dull and reticent, they didn't seem to like to talk, they asked, and if Aunt Ji hadn't been patient enough to teach him how to speak, Ji Mo might not be able to speak until now.

Good morning, early school, early exam.

At the age of four, he was able to run, move, and speak fluently. Ji Mo couldn't bear it any longer. He was going to learn the craft early. He had learned a paper piercing for more than 20 years. Forging swords seems to be more technical. Give it 30 years. The budget is not much at all, so the time is not too late, otherwise who knows what natural and man-made disasters will come to the door, probably the system will not provide protection in this regard.

After walking through a world, Ji Mo realized that he still had to rely on himself before he saw that the system was more flexible. The system only gave him a way out, and he could not rely on it at all.

"Auntie knows what I'm dancing about?"

Ji Mo asked heuristically, shaking the twig that was used as a sword in his hand.

Aunt Ji smiled in her eyes: "Is it not good to bully Auntie? It's a peony branch. I think the peony plant in this yard has been broken off. You did it, right?"

"Can't Auntie pretend not to see it?"

Ji Mo looked at Aunt Ji sadly. A child's body seems to be more conducive to letting oneself go. The little bit of maturity that was so easy to grow up in the last world has long since disappeared with the body getting smaller. There is no point in being coquettish and cute. Pressure, without brothers and sisters who can beat Doudou, even if there is only one relative, Aunt Ji, Ji Mo is like a spoiled young master, with little trouble.

Aunt Ji pursed her lips and laughed, and the scar on her face twisted accordingly, which seemed a bit terrifying.

Ji Mo was not afraid when he saw big things from a young age, but he also woke up from the relaxed and happy atmosphere, and quickly brought back the topic: "I am a sword, long and sharp. Of course, this twig is not good. I've already thought about it, I want to make it myself..."

Bite the bullet and continue speaking according to the words I thought of. There are no two toys around me, but it is really difficult to invent the "sword" myself. The most difficult thing is that you can dance swords. How many meanings does the sword have? This dream is too distorted!

There is no way to go out, no way to get in touch with words like "sword", and you can't just fall into a dream out of thin air. Ji Mo admires his screenwriting ability with all these twists and turns. This line seems to be pretty good...

"Clatter!", the sound of beads scattered all over the ground, the wooden beads smashed on the flat ground, and rolled away. The chaotic sounds made Ji Mo turn his head, and what he saw was Aunt Ji's ferocious expression of anger.

It was hard to say that that face was good-looking, but now it looks even uglier when he is angry, Ji Mo thought realistically, as if he was frightened, "Aunt—Aunt—"

Seeing that Ji Mo seemed to be stunned, Aunt Ji restrained her anger, and casually put down the rope she was still holding in her hand. The thread broke and all the rosary beads fell apart.

"How did you think of making... a sword?"

Aunt Ji's voice was still not pleasant, but she tried to be as gentle as possible.

Ji Mo timidly dropped the twig and came over: "Is the name I chose not pleasant? If Auntie doesn't like it, I can change it. It's not called Jian. It's called... Call... I can't think of it for a while, Auntie can't think of one good."

Keenly aware that the problem probably lies in the "sword", so this is because I don't want my children to learn martial arts. Don't get me wrong, making swords doesn't mean learning martial arts. Uh, maybe I'm a bit rich in my life, so learning this is considered a cheap career?

In ancient times, scholars, farmers, businessmen, and those related to all kinds of crafts did not seem to be considered high-end. It is understandable that parents of rich and noble families do not want their children to be humbled.

"But where did you hear that you came up with such a name?"

Aunt Ji avoided the word "sword". When she asked this question, she glanced at the two maids who were squatting in the third place to pick up rosary beads. The rosary beads that had been picked up were scattered again.

"I thought about it myself!" Ji Mo scratched his head, looked at Aunt Ji ignorantly, and secretly complained in his heart. Sure enough, is this excuse too far-fetched?