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I have Wooden sword wandering the rivers and lakes
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On the ninth day of the twelfth month, the small town saw its first snow of the year. In a narrow alley named Shanxia Town, a young man was carving a piece of wood with a chisel in the twilight. The completed part resembled the hilt of a sword. The young man's surname was Jiang, and his given name was Wangshu. He grew up in the small town with his mother and had never seen his father. Whenever his peers in the town asked about his father, the young man proudly replied, "My father is a famous swordsman in the martial world!"
Others may have believed it, but the young man knew clearly that his father was probably a nobody; otherwise, he wouldn't have left him and his mother for thirteen years. However, his mother never spoke ill of the man, nor did she ever bring him up. So, the young man still had no idea what kind of person his father was or what he looked like. If he were to guess, he would imagine his father to be exceptionally handsome, as charming as Pan An.
"Mom, I'm going out to chop firewood."
"Wang Shu, this time don't go stealing firewood from Uncle Li's old locust tree."
"I didn't steal it, the wind blew it to my feet." Jiang Wangshu said as he picked up the hatchet and prepared to go out, not forgetting the pieces of "found" old locust wood.
"Don't play too much, come back after chopping the firewood," the woman shook her head helplessly, wondering if it would be more appropriate to make lunch half an hour later. This year's snow is particularly heavy, and the road up the mountain is not easy to walk. Of course, the young man is not going to chop firewood, as the firewood at home has been prepared early before winter. When the young man comes to the mountain, he is naturally here to practice swordsmanship, and there is no need to worry about his skills. The young man has not read many books, but he has realized these principles on his own. "It's getting late, and it looks like it's going to snow. Would you like to have a drink?"
The boy walked to the pavilion halfway up the mountain, squinted and said, "Hey, isn't this drunkard Li? Yesterday, no one clinked glasses with you, so you're toasting yourself?"
"Hey young man, come here, where's your peerless weapon? Hurry up and show Ku Gesuan. I heard from the kids in the next alley that it's a good sword that only appears once in a hundred years. Let's see how good the sword is."
The boy sniffed and hid the good sword in his arms, saying, "Li Kuku, it's all nonsense, just rumors in the martial world!" As he spoke, the boy walked up, picked up the jar of yellow wine, filled the old man's cup, and then walked behind the old man, saying, "Li Ye, let me massage your shoulders."
"Hey, I heard that you, kid, are a skilled master who keeps a low profile in the city, with plenty of good swords. Is it true?" The old man took a sip of yellow wine and said with a smile.
The young man was momentarily speechless, pretending not to understand the old man's ambiguous tone. After all, how could a drunkard know the hardships of refining weapons? Thinking this in his heart, he smiled and said, "Grandpa Li, you've known me since I was a child. I would never boast about such things for personal gain." He then increased the strength in his hand.
The old man seemed to be unaware of the young man's small movements. "Get lost and go practice your peerless martial arts," the young man heard, and then ran towards the mountaintop.
The old man raised his wine cup and said slowly, "The ground is white, the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands. Laughing at the lovers, not drinking the wine in the cup." He drank it all in one gulp and said, "If only good people could be matched with a good sword, the world would be a better place."
After spending a little over half an hour, the young man finally reached the mountaintop. In his own words, this was his first place for cultivation. A chubby boy was waiting there early, waving and calling out, "Jiang ge, you finally came! I've been waiting anxiously. You said you would show me your peerless weapon, where is it?" The chubby boy, Ding Wanfu, was one of Jiang Wangshu's few friends. He was ten years old and followed Jiang Wangshu around every day. He didn't aspire to be a hero in the martial world; he was just curious about things he had never seen before. Of course, what he thought about most every day was fried belt fish, braised pig's trotters, and dried duck with bamboo shoots...
Jiang Wangshu ignored him, still thinking about whether the drunkard Li halfway up the mountain would report him to his mother. Last time, he was caught in the act by Li's son, and now Li even knew about the recent "borrowing of wood." It's hard for a hero to make a living. Thinking about himself, a peerless genius without a decent weapon, gave him a headache.
"Hey, Jiang Ge, I just ran into Drunkard Li halfway up the mountain. He asked me why I was going up the mountain in such heavy snow. I said I wanted to promote your reputation in the martial arts world and told that drunkard to come and see your weapons. I even said that all the weapons you carry are good swords! Little Fatty eagerly approached, rubbing his hands in anticipation of seeing those weapons.
Jiang Wangshu curled his mouth and swiftly kicked Little Fatty's butt, saying, 'Ding Fatty, you seem to be getting cheeky!'
Fatty wasn't angry at all. With plenty of flesh on his butt and thick winter clothing, he didn't feel a thing. 'Jiang Ge, did I say something wrong again? I'll change, I'll change. First, take out those weapons and let's have a look.'"
"In the future, when we roam the rivers and lakes, we should keep a low profile. How can we show off our martial arts weapons whenever we meet someone? From now on, we should watch our mouths. Do you understand?" Jiang Wangshu helplessly explained the reasoning, but seeing that the chubby guy's eyes were fixed on the sword, he realized it was pointless to say more.
After speaking, he took out the unfinished wooden sword from his arms.
The chubby guy's eyes lit up, "Jiang ge, is this the sword you mentioned for our future travels in the rivers and lakes?"
Yes, when I bring this sword and have a match with the famous people in the martial arts world, this sword will definitely become a renowned sword on the ranking list. "The young man held the self-made wooden sword, full of spirit. In fact, the young man has never seen the outside world of the martial arts, nor does he know what the outside world is like. He has not even seen real martial artists or real weapons.
Years later, the young man held the homemade wooden sword in his hand.
The sword's body was crooked and twisted,
Only the tip of the sword was straight.
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