Ye Tieyi was very efficient. After Fu Zhu finished lunch, he got a green bamboo sword as he wished.
Ye Tieyi personally went to the back mountain to select the bamboo. The hilt of the sword was polished smooth and flat, and it would not irritate the hand at all.
Even for such a simple bamboo sword, Ye Tieyi polished it very carefully, with carvings on the hilt. The man originally wanted to put a tassel on the sword that the girl liked, but Fu Zhu rejected it.
She didn't like too many bells and whistles on the sword.
Her sword never wears these.
Ye Tieyi seemed a little disappointed, but still respected the girl's wishes.
The gentle sunshine before nightfall shone on the girl's body, becoming softer and softer.
Fu Zhu held the green bamboo sword, danced it casually twice to get used to the feel, and then began to practice the sword.
I knew all the swordsmanship moves by heart, but the sword he swung was limp and lacked the charm of the past.
Her body is too weak.
In less than half an hour, my muscles started to feel weak, and the sweat on my forehead couldn't stop pouring out.
"Good! Good dance!" Ye Tieyi clapped his hands in praise, applauding from the bottom of his heart.
Liu Yueqiang, who was embroidering a sachet under the eaves, raised her head, with a smile on her face and a gentle tone, "I didn't expect Zhuzhu to be so talented in the sword."
The girl has some beauty.
Her current swordsmanship is really worthless.
Ye Tieyi brought a large bowl of water to Fu Zhu, "You must be tired from sword practice. Take a break and drink some water."
"Look at how sweaty you are from practicing."
Fu Zhu politely thanked her, and the sweet water sank down her throat and into her lungs. Just like the rain after a long drought, a sense of comfort filled her whole body, and all the previous heat was gone in an instant.
"Uncle Ye? Are you at home?" A young man's clear voice came from outside the wooden door, "I'm here to get the sword."
Fu Zhu took the water bowl and said in a soft voice, "Dad, let's go and do some work first." He sipped the remaining water, walked to the side and stood under the shade of a tree, his eyes unblinking, looking at the tied door.
She hasn't seen anyone since she came here. Naturally there will be some curiosity in my heart.
The wooden door opened wide, and a young man in bright blue clothes walked in.
The boy, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, was already within earshot of Ye Tieyi. As soon as he stepped into the yard, he didn't dare to glance around, and just repeated his intention to the man, "Uncle Ye, I'll get the sword."
Ye Tieyi patted the young man on the shoulder. He seemed very familiar with it. He smiled and said, "It's just a sword. I'll just give it to you when I go to town tomorrow. Why do you have to go all the way here?"
As he spoke, he turned sideways, turned to Fu Zhu and said, "Zhu Zhu, say hello to Su Xi. Dad will get his sword for him."
The girl who was suddenly called had a smile on her face, nodded and said, "Okay."
However, his body did not move at all, and he had no intention of talking to the young man named Su Xi.
The two of them remained motionless and silent.
Fu Zhu was not at all uncomfortable, lying lazily on the rocking chair, holding the green bamboo sword in his arms, which seemed to have stolen half a day's leisure.
Su Xi was a little embarrassed. He licked his lips, wanting to say something to ease the strange atmosphere, but he couldn't speak until his eyes caught a glimpse of the bamboo sword in the girl's arms.
"Did Uncle Ye make this bamboo sword for you?" As if opening up a conversation, Su Xi started talking more, "When I first started practicing swordplay, I also used a bamboo sword, but I didn't have this bamboo sword like yours." The sword looks good."
There was envy in his eyes. Fu Zhu remembered that Ye Tieyi had asked her to take care of him. She couldn't let the young man perform a one-man show like this, so she replied: "Yes."
It was the green bamboo sword Ye Tieyi made for her.
But when she first practiced swordplay, she didn't use a bamboo sword.
Su Xi didn't care about the girl's coldness and asked curiously: "Uncle Ye's sword-making skills are so superb, why don't you let him help you forge a real sword?"
Although this green bamboo sword is beautiful, in Su Xi's opinion, it is not a real sword, but a toy at best.
Fu Zhu sighed softly, "I can't even lift those swords." There was no sadness or loss in his tone.
Su Xi subconsciously glanced at the girl's slender wrist, thinking of the willows in Fufeng, delicate and fragile.
It's not surprising that he can't even withstand the wind and can't lift the sword.
But the girl seemed to really like learning swordsmanship, and she kept stroking the green bamboo sword.
Su Xi did not want to undermine her confidence and encouraged her: "If you really want to learn swordsmanship, don't give up."
Fu Zhu was stunned for a moment, then showed a bright smile, like a shining pearl, making people yearn for it.
This was the first time someone told her not to give up practicing swordsmanship. The sincere heart is clearly visible.
Su Xi turned away uncomfortably, a light blush gradually appearing on her ears. The young man couldn't figure out what this inexplicable throbbing was.
It was definitely not the young Mu Ai, he seemed to see a pure and fearless sword heart in the girl.
It was so clear that he wanted to pursue it throughout his life.
Fu Zhu didn't find the boy's words funny. She raised her eyes and replied in a serious tone, "No."
She added: "I won't give up on kendo."
Even now, with no spiritual power and unable to lift the sword, I have never thought of giving up the art of swordsmanship.
Fu Zhu raised his eyes to look at the sky, and suddenly curled his lips.
She should understand.
The Sword-Questing Tower before the tenth floor is for practicing swordsmanship, and the Sword-Questioning Tower after the tenth floor is for cultivating the mind.
Su Xi didn't know why the girl's mood suddenly became brighter, but seeing her in high spirits, she was also happy.
Maybe it was what he said that encouraged her.
Ye Tieyi came out with the sword box in his arms and saw that his daughter and the boy named Su were distant and polite, and he was both relieved and worried.
Zhuzhu has a cold temperament and has not had many friends since she was a child. She doesn't talk to such a handsome and polite young man like Su Xi. Isn't she too withdrawn?
Fu Zhu naturally didn't know that in Ye Tieyi's heart, she was withdrawn and cold-tempered. Fu Zhu stood up and glanced into the sword box, a little curious about Su Xi's sword.
She had seen the sword in the sword box.
It was the first sword she picked.
It seems that this young man Su Xi has good taste.
I just don’t know how his swordsmanship is.
Fu Zhu bit her cheek, thinking of some excuse to ask the young man to perform a few moves, Su Xi couldn't wait to take out his sword and wave it in the open space.
The sword wind roared and rolled up the remaining leaves on the ground.
Ye Tie felt relieved when he saw that the sword he forged was danced to perfection in the hands of the young man.
Swordsmiths all hope that the sword they forge can find a suitable owner for it.
"Your sword moves are not very coherent." Fu Zhu suddenly said.
She originally wanted to demonstrate it herself, but when she thought about her current situation, she felt it was better not to be embarrassed.
So he only pointed out the boy's shortcomings verbally, "Some of your moves are too slow, and they don't have the effect of connecting the past and the future, as if they were broken in the middle."
Ye Tieyi looked at the girl in surprise. Although he felt that his daughter was good at everything, but speaking to his conscience, her sword dance was not as good as Su Xi's, so why did she give advice to others?
