There are no windows in the house where Carpenter Zhao "retreats", and there are only a few fine holes on the walls for ventilation.
A bright oil lamp hung on the wall of the house, illuminating the entire wooden house.
On the ground, there are hand-drawn drawings arranged in categories. The "swords" on them have different styles, but they all have a "deliberate" flavor to the senses.
At that time, Gu Ning'an's message to Carpenter Zhao was to "keep everything simple", and Carpenter Zhao also adhered to this point when designing the drawings.
There are not too many complicated patterns from the blade to the blade to the hilt.
But perhaps in order to highlight Gu Ning'an's different "identity", Zhao Carpenter often adds a small number of seemingly mysterious characters to these drawings. Even the Buddhist "swastika" was drawn by him. On top of the deputy sketch.
Naturally, Carpenter Zhao didn't know about these "characters" in the past. He had recently learned about them from books or from people with "faith".
From the above, it can be seen that the reason why Carpenter Zhao could not make a wooden sword that could "satisfy himself" was entirely because he regarded Gu Ning'an as an "immortal".
He wanted to design a sword that he thought was worthy of being an "immortal"...
"Carpenter Zhao, your skills are more than enough to be a blacksmith." Gu Ning'an put down a drawing and smiled.
Carpenter Zhao waved his hand: "Some places are similar, and some places are quite different... Sir, after looking at the drawings I drew, do you have any idea?"
Gu Ning'an shook his head: "I don't care whether I am satisfied or not... are you satisfied with the style of these swords?"
Hearing this rhetorical question, Carpenter Zhao looked stunned and sighed: "No, not one."
Gu Ning'an nodded: "Is the reason for Carpenter Zhao's dissatisfaction because the swords you designed are not worthy of the immortal in your mind?"
"This..." Zhao Carpenter's expression froze, and he couldn't help but repeat: "The fairy in my heart..."
Without waiting for Carpenter Zhao to respond, Gu Ningan put his hands together, held the wide sleeve robe in his palms, and continued: "Carpenter Zhao, do you think the immortal in you is like me?"
This strange question made Zhao Carpenter even more confused, and the wrinkles on his face twisted into a ball: "I don't seem to understand what you mean, sir."
Gu Ning'an nodded and said with a smile: "Let's put it this way, the immortal in your heart is the kind who cuts off mountains and rivers with a sword, and rides on the clouds and down the sky?"
"yes……"
Gu Ning'an's words were very concise, but they immediately painted a picture in Zhao Carpenter's mind of "a god holding a sword and roaming freely in the world."
"Then Gu will ask me now." At this point, Gu Ning paused and continued: "Is the immortal appearance that Carpenter Zhao thought of like Gu?"
Hearing this, Carpenter Zhao looked at Gu Ning'an carefully for a long time, and then responded: "It's not like this, sir."
Gu Ning'an smiled and said: "That's it, you imagined the appearance of an immortal because of me, but Gu is not what you imagined."
"Now, it's me, Gu, who wants you to make a wooden sword, not the immortal you imagined. Why do you have to worry about whether the sword you made is worthy of the immortal in your heart?"
Even though Gu Ning'an had expressed his meaning as simply as possible, Carpenter Zhao, who had been immersed in his own thoughts for many days, was still confused and couldn't figure it out for a while.
"Let's go...I can't think clearly for a while, just have a drink." After saying that, Gu Ning'an took Zhao Carpenter's arm: "Let's go, Mr. Hu brought me two jars of wine. I can't do it today." I brought a jar..."
"Mr. Hu brewed it?" Carpenter Zhao's eyes lit up, and the depression in his heart that had been pressing for a long time was inexplicably relieved: "You have to try it!"
From the moment Gu Ning'an walked into Carpenter Zhao's wooden house to the time the two of them walked out together, it took only one cup of tea.
Zhao Liu, who had just heated up the food, saw that her stubborn father had come out so quickly. She couldn't help but give Gu Ning'an a thumbs up: "It has to be Mr. Gu, let's find someone else. I'm afraid my father may not be able to come out tomorrow morning."
Carpenter Zhao did not deny his daughter's words. He just smiled awkwardly and sat down at the dinner table with Gu Ning'an...
Zhao Liu was very good at cooking. Knowing that Gu Ning'an was going to have a drink with her father, she also made a lot of dishes to go with the wine.
During the meal, Gu Ning'an praised Zhao Liu's craftsmanship more than once. After receiving the recognition, the latter felt as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. He insisted on cooking more dishes and could not stop him no matter what.
If it weren't for the fact that there were no live chickens at home and the market outside was closed, she would have planned to get an old hen for Gu Ning'an to make soup...
After having their fill of wine and food, Gu Ning'an and the Zhao women said hello and strode away.
"Dad, would you like a cup of strong tea to sober up?" As he spoke, Zhao Liu had already picked up the teapot and planned to pour water into the teacup.
"No need." Carpenter Zhao, whose cheeks were red, squinted his drunken eyes: "I haven't drunk much either. This wine is just right. It would be a pity to lose it..."
Seeing his father's drunken appearance, Zhao Liu was about to speak when he saw Carpenter Zhao stand up with a "snap", and even the bench under him fell to the ground with a clang.
"Ouch! Dad!" Zhao Liu hurriedly tried to help Carpenter Zhao, who was shaking as he stood.
Unexpectedly, the old man's eyes were wandering and his steps were extremely fast. He crossed the dining table and ran straight to the "retreat" wooden house.
It only took a few steps, but there was a bang. After the door was closed heavily, there was another sound of locking.
boom! boom! boom!
"Dad! What did you do!"
"I drank so much today, let's do some work tomorrow!"
Zhao Liu, who hurriedly followed, knocked on the door and shouted.
Inside the door, Carpenter Zhao responded with a loud voice: "Don't shout, I have been unable to figure out something for the past few days. I have figured it out after drinking this wine today!"
"Mr. Gu is an immortal, but not the kind of immortal I imagined... The sword he wants is actually the sword made by Lao Zhao and me, not some heaven-shattering immortal sword!"
"Since Mr. Gu trusts my craftsmanship, why should I belittle myself for fear that I cannot make a sword that the immortal is satisfied with?"
Click!
A crisp sound came from Carpenter Zhao's hand!
It turned out that he directly used a small ax to split one side of the lightning-struck wood. The charred shell fell to the ground and instantly shattered into a ball of black slag!
I took a closer look inside, and I saw, my dear, this seemingly charred and useless old willow wood has clear texture inside, and there is no trace of any signs of being burned by lightning strikes! "Hi!"
"Mr. Gu's eyes are so sharp!"
"The outside is charred, but the inside is intact, and its quality is even better than new wood!"
