Chapter 210 A new year
It just so happened that Su Qing also wanted to know why her mother made such a big fuss.
Fang Xiuying looked mysterious and brought Su Qing to a rectangular box.
The box was very long, about 1.6 meters, but only 50 centimeters wide.
Fang Xiuying opened it and revealed what was inside.
Su Qing walked over and took a look, only to see her gasp.
This turned out to be a big knife.
There are some complicated patterns carved on the handle, and the bright white blade exudes a hint of coldness under the fluorescent light.
This is a sharp blade.
Fang Xiuying stepped aside and let Su Qing step forward.
Su Qing involuntarily stretched out her hand, placed it on the handle of the knife, lifted it up, and felt a little bit of effort.
She turned and looked at Fang Xiuying.
Fang Xiuying smiled and said, "You can pick it up and have a look, but it's too late now. Let's go to the back mountain and try tomorrow."
Su Qing pursed her lips and picked up the big knife with both hands.
He held it up with both hands and it was actually taller than himself.
The blade trembled slightly with a clanging sound.
"Good knife!" Seeing the cold light from the blade, Su Qing couldn't help but speak.
Fang Xiuying finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this.
"I'm glad you like it. Remember to bring it with you when you go to the competition." Fang Xiuying stretched lazily.
"Okay, I've been busy for so long, I'm going to go to sleep first, you can eat anything you want tomorrow."
After saying this, Fang Xiuying seemed to have all the strength drained out of her body and floated back to her room.
Su Qing couldn't sleep at all this time. She took the big knife and couldn't help swinging it a few times.
The hair on the ground slowly floated up under the strong wind, fell onto the blade, and broke cleanly in the middle.
The magic weapon is nothing more than a blade that can cut hair.
Such a good weapon, I wonder how much effort her mother put in to get it for her.
The next day, just as the sky was getting light, Su Qing couldn't help it. She made some breakfast and then went to the back mountain with a knife.
It is called the back mountain, but in fact it is just a few clumps of bamboo planted scattered around. When the wind blows, the bamboo leaves rustle, making a very pleasant sound.
Su Qing’s target was not the bamboo, but the large open space behind the bamboo forest.
The sword itself is elegant and light, and combined with the sword moves, the dance looks extraordinary and beautiful, which is very ornamental.
However, a weapon like the broadsword, just by wielding it, can make people feel a sense of murderous aura.
Su Qing held the broadsword in both hands and moved slowly, chopping and slashing, with thunder-like force sweeping across the entire space.
The grass on the ground was lifted up by the knife energy, revealing the yellow-brown soil underneath.
The criss-crossing traces on the ground make people feel scared.
After a set of moves, Su Qing held the knife on the ground with one hand, and put the other hand on her waist. Beads of sweat of varying sizes appeared on her face, and she was obviously very tired.
However, apart from feeling tired, she felt refreshed in her heart and couldn't let go of the sword even more.
After a few minutes of breathing exercises, Su Qing returned home with the knife. It was already past ten o'clock. Fang Xiuying had not woken up yet.
Su Qing thought about it, put the knife back into the box, played a few games, and then started cooking.
Her cooking is not very good, but fortunately there are pre-prepared meals now. Although the taste is not very good, it is still much better than what she cooks herself.
After the meal was ready, Fang Xiuying finally woke up.
Looking at the large table of food, her eyebrows twitched: "Oh, is the sun rising from the west?"
Su Qing knew that she was making fun of her, her cheeks turned red, and she quickly pushed her into the sink: "Mom, what are you talking about? Hurry up and wash up and get ready for dinner."
Fang Xiuying smiled, followed her movements and started to wash.
After dinner, Fang Xiuying told her the origin of the sword.
It turned out that after Fang Xiuying learned about Su Qing's situation, she had been a little worried.
Therefore, he has been secretly contacting a weapons master.
However, this master had a strange personality and was also very old, so he did not agree at first.
Fang Xiuying tried her best to persuade him, but he was unwilling to give in. She had no choice but to give up. Who would have thought that two months ago, there was a sudden turn of events and the master agreed to make a weapon for Su Qing.
But the price is ten times higher than the market price.
Su Qing took a breath when she heard this: "Ten times? How can our family have so much money?"
Fang Xiuying touched Su Qing's hair and said, "Don't worry about this. Anyway, there is still money."
Su Qing saw the pain in Fang Xiuying's eyes, her lips moved, but in the end she said nothing more.
Once I agreed, things became much easier.
However, the two had a disagreement on the type of weapons. Fang Xiuying wanted to customize a pair of sledgehammers for Su Qing, but the master said he only made swords.
At first, neither of them gave in, but later they both took a step back and settled the matter.
"However, my family is not very proficient in swordsmanship, so I plan to take you to visit Jinshan in a year. What do you think?"
The Jinshan School is an expert in using knives. This time, someone from Jinshan also participated in the competition, and that person is Zhang Su.
However, Su Qing's eyes flashed with hesitation: "Isn't Jinshan's knife a short-handled knife?"
She saw that the knife Zhang Su used was exactly like that, and his knife skills were indeed extremely exquisite.
Fang Xiuying shook her head and said, "Initially, the Jinshan School used long-handled broadswords, but long-handled broadswords require the most talent.
Gradually, the Jinshan School declined. However, two hundred years ago, Jinshan sent out a disciple who changed the broadsword into a short handle and created another set of sword techniques.
In this way, talented disciples can inherit the ancestral sword techniques, while ordinary disciples can also learn the basics of innovative sword techniques.
This is how the Jinshan School was passed down. However, nowadays, it is very difficult to find talented children. Even if one is found, parents are unwilling to let them suffer so much.
Today, the Jinshan Sect has become the world of innovative techniques."
Su Qing didn't expect that there was such a past event involved.
Hearing this, he nodded: "Okay, then we'll go after the New Year."
After hearing what Fang Xiuying said, Su Qing was also very curious about what the Jinshan School's unique swordsmanship looked like.
Time passed bit by bit. These days, Su Qing had been practicing diligently, chatting with other people from time to time to exchange experiences.
Of course, she also thought about whether she should ask Zhang Su about this past, but in the end, she felt that it was inappropriate to ask about other people's sects' affairs, so she held back.
In recent years, the national ban on fireworks has become increasingly stringent. Wushan County is not far from Yucheng, so fireworks are not allowed to be set off.
As the countdown clock rang out to the New Year, the mother and daughter had a New Year's Eve dinner and said Happy New Year to each other. This year was thus considered to have passed.