[Original God_Zhong Li's personal orientation] Changhe

In the early morning of Liyue, the sun will come out.

The concierge first opened the door a crack, and said "shh" to the outside, and then slowly opened the door.

There was a large group of children standing outside the door, most of them were seven or eight years old, and a few older ones were carrying one on their backs.

"Wait first," said the old porter.

When he was about to wipe the door, the group of children rushed up to help him clean the door, and those who couldn't reach it even jumped up to wipe it.The words "Hanfu" are scrawled on the plaque, and it is not necessarily dusty, and many people wipe it on weekdays.

"You little gluttons!" The old man laughed, took a red cloth bag from the house, and let them take it.

"Come on, come on," the porter put his pockets lower, "Take it, have some fun, take it all, take it all."

When the children left, the old man shook the empty cloth bag and yelled out the door:

"The youngest son of the Han family is one year old today, please let the neighbors do you a favor! The master said, you don't need to bring a gift!"

This sound awakened the sleeping Liyue.

The neighbor on the other side responded with a raised voice: "No courtesy, can I open my mouth?"

"—Okay!" Before the porter could answer, a man came from the other side of the street, holding a piece of black stuff.

"Master!" The concierge reached out to pick up the things in his hand, but he stopped him.

"The high-quality black rock rough stone is so heavy that you can't lift it," said Han Wu with a smile on his face. "Fortunately, he came back on the day of Ce'er's first birthday, and it happened to be his Zhou Zhou ceremony!"

"You still know how to come back!" The woman stepped out from the house, "I've finished the whole birthday party by myself, so what's the use of you besides yelling just now?"

Liyue's well-known craftsman hesitantly admits his mistake, holding the black rock in his hand, standing upright, but unconsciously walking towards the inner room with his eyes.

Fa's wife gave him a blank look, and said, "Put down your stone, what are you doing, do you think Ce'er can catch you?"

"Cut a piece..." Cambrian didn't finish his sentence, seeing that look, he shut up like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Wash your hands before going in to see the child." The woman nodded.

"Hey! Good!" Cam Wu hugged his wife, and when the other party exclaimed "Hey your hand", he foolishly rolled back to the back room to look after the child.

"The relationship between Master and Madam is really good..." the porter commented as usual.

Originally, this was just his soliloquy all the year round, but today someone answered his words.

"Indeed." The other party said.

"..." The concierge turned around quickly, and found a man in a black robe, with first-class earrings around his ears, and golden eyes, but his face was unfamiliar, and he was not within the range of regular customers. He greeted, "You are? But come to Hanfu What's the matter?"

The visitor chuckled, "Ah... I just came here and heard that the birthday party was being called, so I wanted to cheer." The question and answer were calm.

The concierge replied "Oh" and took half a step back to make way for the guests.

When the figure of the man entered the hall, the old man suddenly slapped himself on the head, "Oh, why did I put him in, it's only morning..."

I just saw a man with an extraordinary temperament, and wearing a black robe as solemn as a rock. With many years of experience as a concierge, he must not be an idle person, but... I still broke the rules and let the guests come so early. Work hard and wait, what should I do.

He was anxious in his heart, and he didn't want to make extra troubles at the birthday banquet, so he half-closed the door again, and hurried into the hall to look for someone.

As a result, as soon as the front foot walked in, the back foot saw the man talking and laughing with Cambrian who was holding the child, and the atmosphere was harmonious.The stone in the porter's heart just fell, and he left quietly.

The old porter didn't know, but when he walked away, the man in black looked up.

Han Wu still said: "...so I named this child Ce."

The man smiled and said: "Parents' expectations are a good thing, but can children really live up to expectations?"

This made the craftsman look a little ugly.

"I'm the one who did it," the man retracted his previous words, and continued, "I hope he has a good strategy, I hope he has a clever strategy, and I hope he inherits the family business of forging swords and forging knives. If one day, he doesn't want to be like this." Go on, what should you do?"

Han Wu seems to have never thought about one aspect of the problem. Although he was happy in the world when he was young, he himself learned the craftsman's skills from his father, and made a new series of "prototype" weapons, which further strengthened the Han family.For him, the inheritance of craftsmen is a matter of course.He couldn't imagine what would happen to the Han family who had lost their career of forging swords and knives.

The man who asked the question shook his head with a smile and didn't say much.

It was the child in the arms of the master of the Han family who suddenly laughed and stretched out his hand in the direction of the man.

At noon, the Han family's voices circled the house for thirty miles, and they were all He Xi's voices.

Someone carried firecrackers and lit them at the gate of the mansion. There was a series of "cracking" sounds, and with the last dish being put down, the first-year feast was officially opened.The voices of people clinking glasses, serving food, and the cook from Wanmin Hall were all mixed together.

Holding the wine glass, Cambrian walked up to the red cloth high platform that was erected temporarily.

"Hey!" he cried.There was a little silence around.

"Today is Gouzi's first birthday, I would like to offer you a toast first."

The troublemakers below yelled: "One cup is not enough, I give you my bowl, you can do it for me." Listening carefully, this voice was exactly the person who responded to the porter early in the morning.

Everyone laughed, and they all picked up the hot soup in their bowls, but instead shouted that Cambrian had done it.

The craftsman scratched his head and smiled innocently, but he actually took the bowl from someone else's hand and drank it up.

"Good! Good!" The people below were happy and clapped their hands.

Han Wu wiped his mouth with his sleeve, his face turned red from the drink, and he said, "Wipe!"

The waiter lifted the red cloth on the long table, revealing what was underneath.

An old man explained to the people next to him: "Boys use bows, arrows, paper, pens, and add food and treasures to play with, and watch what they get out of their minds to test their greed, integrity, and wisdom. They are also called wiping children. "

"Isn't this just catching Zhou..." said the person who had listened for a while.

Cambrian's wife came over with a child in her arms and placed the child in the middle of the table.

The things on the table were far more than what the old man said, and there were some things like inkstones, books, etc. that the guests were happy to present as gifts.Cambrian himself went too far, moving several pieces of ore fiercely and throwing them at the place closest to the center of the table, including the black rock that he carried back this morning.

This ore is so big, it's impossible, I can't touch a little fur... Han Wu stared at the child, and thought of the man's question, he felt a "thump" in his heart.

The child is crawling on the table, not disturbed by leaving its mother's arms.

Han Ce touched the brush and was playing with it.

Han Wu comforted: "It's nothing, anyway, to be a craftsman, you should be able to read and write."

As a result, the child threw it backhanded to him. Looking at the direction, he was running towards a night mooring stone placed by Cambrian.

OK!Han Wu thought to himself: Quickly touch it, it's not in vain that I picked the best rough stone, it's shiny!

The little kid who hadn't finished growing his teeth directly slapped Ye Poshi... the bow and arrow in front of him.

Master Han gritted his teeth.nothing!nothing!Bows and arrows are also pretty good, the Yun family is good at bows and arrows, so it's good to let them teach them.

The child played with it and lost it again.

Cambrian watched the child sneak to the edge of the table, not even touching the edge of the ore he had placed.The left eye jumped twice.

Suddenly the child grabbed something, laughed, and played for a minute or two, and it seemed that it would not change.

Only then did the woman coax him and hug him up.

Cambrian walked over a few steps, leaned over to take a look, and was almost out of breath.

"Who put this?" He pointed to the thing in the child's hand and asked the waiter in a low voice.

The waiter was stunned for a moment, and said: "It's a gentleman in a black robe, and he said he put something randomly." Indeed, he put it randomly at first glance, everyone has it, and it doesn't shine, and it's small, but it's a child. Got it.

Only then did the crowd gather around and asked, "What did the child catch?"

Cambrian took a breath, looking back and forth for the man in the crowd, but he couldn't find him.

The craftsman rubbed the bridge of his nose and pulled the thing out of the child's hand.

Amidst the children's cries, he opened his hand, and in his palm was... a Mora.

As the gentleman asked: What if Han Ce Ruozhi is not here?

The only child of the Han family spent all his time in private school reading chivalrous novels and storybooks for pastime. In his free time, he practiced guns in the mountains and fields, all he wanted was to be a chivalrous man with a gun.

He searched for meteorites from the sky, not rare materials, but adventures.

When he visited Lingshan to exile immortals, he did not seek true knowledge, but anecdotes about immortals.

Han Ce was not at all excited about the craftsmen's furnace and blacksmithing.No matter how much Cambrian scolded, it was still useless.

In the end, the idiotic prodigal son left Biel one day without saying goodbye.

Han Wu made the "prototype" series of weapons, broke through the shackles of Liyue weapons, and evolved military weapons. Together with Yun's, he gathered the skills of craftsmen from all over the world. He can be said to have led a whole era of craftsmen.

Recalling the old days, when the craftsman Han Wu had just made the "Try Zhan Rock", he went to Tianheng Mountain to try the sword, and when he let go of his hand, the long sword fell to the ground, showing its sharpness, and cut Tianheng three hundred miles across.

At that time, Yan Wang Dijun was drinking tea and listening to a book, and his hands were almost shaken by the news.

Thinking about it, the most pitiful thing was that day when the emperor saw that it was uneven, he cut it with a knife, and today he was cut again.

If it could talk, it must have complained to the emperor.It's a pity that it won't, but... During that time, there seemed to be a lot of rock crystal butterflies, and they rushed into Liyue one after another, as if they were looking for someone and trying to cry.

However, such a craftsman is worried that his children will not be able to inherit the family business.

In the ten years since Han Ce left, he has been thinking about that question.

That morning, the man in black asked him: "Parents' expectations are a good thing, but can children really live up to expectations?" The crimson color sticks to his eyes, like the sparks of amber in a furnace.

In a daze, the heat treatment of the Heiyan sword embryo under his hand had gone wrong, and the hardness and toughness were not the same as before.The fire scorched the black crystals, and Cambrian quickly washed them with spring water and extinguished the fire.As the sun rises, the sword embryo has not yet formed, but it already contains the sword intent, and the soft sun is slowly falling, and it is impossible to get close to it.

The craftsman was stunned, and touched it with his hand, and a bloodstain was cut on his palm by the blade as thin as a cicada's wing.

The forging hammer in Cambrian's hand hit the ground with a "bang", and the ground cracked. He laughed: "Heiyan has such an effect, I want to overthrow the trial series, and I want to renew the weapon list!"

Even with blood on his hands, he gripped the hammer again and hammered the sword embryo desperately.

The blood of the craftsman melted into the black rock.

He already had an answer in his heart to the man's question more than ten years ago.

The long sword made of very rare black rock is extremely sharp and can cut gold and jade.

On a night when the clouds were not covering the moon, one could see a dark red streak several fingers wide embedded in the center of the sword body, and the faint blood glowed, as if screaming to tear the earth apart.

The craftsman was obsessed with casting swords, so he entrusted his friend Yun to introduce him, intending to obtain more black rocks, so he personally went to the layered rock abyss to select materials.

However, an unexpected landslide occurred in the mine, and everyone was trapped underground for four days.At that time, everyone was completely submerged in the prison built by the earth and rock, and ordinary mining tools could not break through the rock barrier.

The darkness of the indistinguishable stars, moon, and unknown time makes the trapped people gradually fall into coma, madness and despair.

When he had nowhere to go, Cambrian found that the experimental work he brought down the well was faintly glowing in the corner...

It was with this sword that the survivors escaped.

However, the group who encountered the mine disaster never mentioned anything about it.In the darkness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, the craftsman hit the sword with all his strength against the rock.The sword energy exploded like thunder on the ground.And after the rock...

The craftsman shouted to his companions to close their eyes quickly, and he stared at the front alone, and led them out.

The moment Cambrian caught a glimpse of the sun, the blade in his hand split into thousands of pieces.

The craftsman sat down on the ground with his legs feeling weak.

Recalling the last scene I saw in the mine tunnel, I couldn't get back to my senses for a long time.It seems that the matter of being alive has made him unable to adapt.

In the scorching sun, the craftsman wailed and covered his eyes.

Since then, the only thing left in that eye was the darkness that was unable to discern the surrounding world, and the sound of swords and rocks colliding with heaven and earth often echoed in my ears.

Since then, the craftsman's forge has been covered with dust, and only the cold ashes and the unfinished dream of forging soldiers remain.

His son Han Ce, on the way to find immortals, heard a man in a black shirt say that the craftsman Han Ce encountered a mine disaster, he was flustered, and finally returned home wearing stars and moons.

In his later years, Cambrian encountered a mine disaster and his temperament changed drastically.The originally talkative craftsman became very reticent, and he no longer blamed his son who had no intention of taking over the family business.

So far, the relationship between father and son has become much closer.Han Ce felt ashamed about his father's silence for not returning home for many years, and didn't know how to speak.

After another few years, a generation of famous craftsmen passed away.

According to his father's last words, Han Ce found a set of weapons manual in his study, which is the legendary "Trial Work" series.

The atlas is sealed in a wooden box, and a letter from the family is attached: My son Ce, the world is vast, and you can enjoy it to your heart's content.

There is also an old mora in the box.

The whole atlas was full of annotations written by his father, and Han Ce became more and more distressed after reading it. He sat in the study all night facing the atlas and the thoughtful Mora when he was a child.

The concierge of the Han Mansion had also passed away long ago.At dawn, Han Ce pushed the door out.

Looking up, he saw a meteor falling from the sky, and it fell straight to the front of Han's house, but Han Ce was not hurt at all.

Han Ce had mixed feelings, cried and laughed, and said repeatedly: God's will!

When he returned to the house to get the atlas, the Mora in the family letter had disappeared. No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find the Mora.

"The world is vast, and you can enjoy it to your heart's content."

My son Ce, since you don't want to inherit the family business of forging swords and forging knives, let me continue to promote the craftsman's process, let me rebuild the weapon spectrum, and forge "Black Rock" weapons, so as to tell the craftsmen of the world!

This is my answer to that question.

"...When Cambun was still alive, Han Ce read those anecdotes and read that there was a monster in the center of the mountain, so he hurriedly told his father."

"The craftsman was very remorseful after hearing this, and believed that the mining had disturbed the dragon in the ground and the stone from the sky."

"He propped up his sick body, disregarding his own blindness, and started a furnace to forge a Black Rock Chopper."

When Ke Qing said this, he looked up at the rocky mountain where Huaguanglin stood. The hanging bridge hung high in the stone-pillared mountain, like chains.

"After the sword was completed, Han Ce, according to his father's request, erected a shrine with a height of one person outside the mine where the mine disaster had occurred in the past, and hid the sword in it for the purpose of warding off evil spirits and suppressing dragons."

Zhongli walked to the edge of Huaguang Forest, and on the other side was Hulao Mountain.

The hill in front of him was built artificially, and it was the shrine of that year.

Ke Qing stretched out his hand, facing the empty shrine, and drew the outline of a chopping knife.

"That chopping knife was bestowed by the contemporary Tianshu, that is, the seven stars of the Yun family...to break mountains and seas, and tear clouds and moons."

Zhong Li laughed, but did not speak.

He stood with his back to the huge tree, earrings dangling, leaning towards the tree.

I feel with my hands that there is no wind here.

Turning around and looking, the tree...was exactly the same as the one painted by the Taoist.