Chapter 9: Heading to the Swordsmith Village
Ever since returning from Fengzhu's residence, You Xiaohun has devoted all his free time to the study of the Wind Attack Talisman and has made considerable progress.
Although there were some unpleasant things between them, You Xiaohun did learn a lot from him.
At dawn, a crow came flying in, bringing a message and a letter.
By the way, You Xiaohun's crow was renamed Xiao Hei by her. The original name was too difficult to pronounce, and Xiao Hei protested a lot about it.
Xiao Hei landed lightly on You Xiaohun's arm: "Gaga ga~ The lord has given an order, Soldier You Xiaohun, your trip to the Sword Forging Village has been approved! Gaga~"
This was what You Xiaohun applied for from her lord, mentioning the steel ball that had not yet been forged. Due to the special nature of her sword making, she needed to inlay forging materials without destroying the structure of the peach wood sword, so she decided to go there in person.
"Huh? There's another letter. Ah~ It turns out it's a letter from Tanjiro." The familiar handwriting on the cover warmed You Xiaohun's heart.
We have become good friends since the selection. We occasionally write to each other to exchange updates. Knowing that the other person is doing well is the greatest comfort to me.
"The letter mentioned that he will go to the Infinite Train with his brother to carry out a mission. Ah~ How enviable! I also want to go on a mission with my brother!" You Xiaohun whispered to himself.
"Hahaha~ Don't feel sorry, sister. I will bring you some local specialties after completing the mission! Hmm!" Kyojuro's laughter came from behind.
You Xiaohun turned around helplessly and smiled: "Do you think I'm still a child?"
For some reason, looking at his brother's face, You Xiaohun suddenly felt a little uneasy.
You Xiaohun quickly pulled out a talisman carefully folded into a triangle from his sleeve. "Right! This is my special amulet. It took me a long time to make it. It can block fatal blows at critical moments. I'm not sure how well it can do, but I'm still working on it. Brother, I'm giving it to you~"
Without giving him a chance to refuse, she gently placed the amulet into Kyojuro's palm.
Kyojuro smiled, warm and bright: "Hahaha~ Thank you for the gift, sister, I like it very much!" He raised his hand and gently patted You Xiaohun's head.
Looking at Kyojuro's smiling face, You Xiaohun's uneasiness gradually dissipated, and he thought to himself: It must have been an illusion just now. My brother-in-law is a pillar, such a powerful person, there must be no problem.
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Arriving at the Swordsmith Village, we discovered it was hidden among the valleys.
Ancient trees stand tall, the breeze is refreshing, and the sounds of forging echo through the mountains.
The metallic luster and charcoal smoke interweave to create a unique forging atmosphere, as if every breath contains the sweat and persistence of the craftsman.
Following the guidance of the village chief, You Xiaohun slowly walked into the home of the swordsmith Mr. Dan'emon.
She pushed the door open and called out softly, "Excuse me!"
As soon as I entered the door, I saw Mr. Dan'emon busy with his head down, holding a green knife in his hand. The blade was chipped in many places, but it was obvious that it was originally a good knife.
There was also a green knife hilt placed next to it. You Xiaohun exclaimed: "What a beautiful knife hilt!" By the way, this knife hilt looked a little familiar.
At this moment, a loud shout came from outside the door: "Hey! Is my knife repaired?"
The voice startled her, and her heart skipped a beat. It gave You Xiaohun a bad feeling. It couldn't be such a coincidence.
Mr. Dan'emon's figure seemed to be swept by an invisible wind blade, and he trembled involuntarily. He quietly put down the hammer in his hand and turned his eyes tremblingly to the figure at the threshold.
Busei strode in, his gaze passing over You Xiaohun, but he ignored her and locked eyes with Mr. Kan'emon. His voice was filled with undeniable urgency: "I said, you need to fix my sword quickly. The mission is urgent, and I don't have the time to wait here!!"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Dan'emon's hands trembled almost imperceptibly. "Feng...Feng...Fengzhu-sama, I...I...I have been working tirelessly, devoting all my energy to repairing the sword. Sword forging cannot tolerate the slightest carelessness. Please be patient and wait a moment longer."
You Xiaohun couldn't bear it any longer: "For the sake of Mr. Dan'emon's dark circles, please stop scaring him. Lord Busikawa should also understand that sword forging cannot be sloppy. This is also for the safety of everyone's lives."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Tanemon's eyes turned slightly red and he nodded gratefully in agreement, as if he had found a resonance.
Busei clenched his fist helplessly: "Tsk! How did I scare him?"
Hey, hey! Do you believe what you said? You Xiaohun felt like he was going to punch someone in the face any second!
You Xiaohun looked at him with a smile: "Ah~ So I misunderstood. If Master Fuzukawa has no other matters, could you allow me to speak to Mr. Tanemon alone for a few words?"
"Hmph! I'll come back to get the knife in two days." After saying that, he turned around and strode away.
Mr. Tanemon finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing this, You Xiaohun's eyes flashed with curiosity; "Is he really that scary?"
Mr. Dan'emon smiled bitterly and sighed, "Alas, all the Pillars are awe-inspiring, and the Wind Pillar is known for his fiery temper among the Demon Slayer Corps. His violent temper makes many people shudder at the mere mention of him."
You Xiaohun smiled and said, "I think he only looks fierce on the outside, but he's actually not a bad person at heart."
"You are a newcomer and you don't understand." Mr. Dan'emon shook his head.
Afterwards, the two discussed the forging matters in detail. After everything was arranged, You Xiaohun said goodbye to Mr. Dan'emon and went to the hotel where they were hosted to rest.
The next morning, the sun was dappled and the birdsong was clear and melodious.
In this long-lost quiet and leisure time, You Xiaohun ended his meditation and stretched lazily, as if even the air was filled with freshness and comfort.
She took out a pen and paper, rolled up her sleeves, and vowed to draw a hundred talismans in one go in case of emergency.
When drawing the spell, she must concentrate completely; any distraction could render the spell ineffective. While drawing, she must also pour her spiritual power into the talisman paper.
At this time, Busui River was feeling depressed. He passed by the Japanese-style room next door and saw that the door was open.
The sunlight passed through the room, dappled onto the edge of the table, giving the girl's figure a soft hue.
She sat quietly, and everything around her seemed to quiet down, leaving only the subtle sound of the pen tip touching the paper, which, together with the occasional distant bird calls coming from outside the door, intertwined into a peaceful picture.
Her eyes are focused, and the whole scene is filled with the beauty of harmony and tranquility, which makes people involuntarily walk lightly for fear of disturbing the person in the painting.
The footsteps of Busukawa approached quietly, and with a hint of curiosity, he landed gently beside You Xiaohun: "What did you write?"
His voice was low and magnetic, which startled You Xiaohun suddenly. The pen in his hand trembled involuntarily, and the handwriting deviated from the predetermined trajectory and crossed the boundary of the talisman.
You Xiaohun looked up at someone and said, "Are you trying to scare me to death? Why are you walking without making any sound?"
Without realizing it, Busei said, "Your sense of crisis is weak. You didn't even notice when someone got close to you. You'll die eight hundred times in battle if you're like that!"
You Xiaohun was too lazy to argue with him.
An idea suddenly came to her mind, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Master Busukawa, take off your clothes!"
Upon hearing this, Busukawa's face immediately turned suspiciously red, wondering if he had heard correctly: "What did you say!?"
You Xiaohun felt like he had misunderstood something, and immediately explained awkwardly, "Ahem~ What are you thinking about! I'm drawing talismans. Weren't you wondering what Taoism was before? Is there anything more convincing than experiencing it yourself?"
She was afraid that he wouldn't agree, so she raised her eyebrows and continued to provoke him: "Master Busikawa, are you afraid of my mere "Taoism"? "
Although Busei kept trying to imply that he was just dazzled, he still couldn't help but feel curious deep down in his heart.
He looked at You Xiaohun steadily: "Okay! Who's afraid of who!" After saying that, he heroically tore off his shirt and threw it to the ground.
Tsk tsk tsk ~ I have to say that he has a really good figure, but the scars on his body are shocking. What kind of battle must he have been through to look like this?
She quickly collected her thoughts, took out a glass of water, used her finger as a sword, and pointed at the rim of the cup while muttering something.
Then he took out a pen, dipped the tip of the pen into the water in the cup, and began to draw a talisman on Busei's back.
The cold and damp touch made Busei subconsciously tighten his skin.
You Xiaohun said: "Relax."
The talismans used to attract popularity are very complicated. To outsiders, talismans may seem to be scribbled, but in fact they are very delicate and every stroke must be precise, otherwise a slight mistake will lead to a huge error. The more complicated the talisman, the more of a test it will be for the person drawing it.
"Okay, put on your clothes." You Xiaohun said.
"Okay?" Busei turned his head to look, but there was no mark on his back.
"Are you sure you're not kidding me!?"
"Hmm~ You'll know soon!" You Xiaohun's mysterious smile made Busui feel uneasy.
Watching Busikawa leave, Zirong, who hadn't been seen for a long time, gracefully emerged from You Xiaohun's sleeve, teasing with a gloating tone: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk~ You actually cast such a spell on him. If you don't handle it well, it will turn into a peach blossom curse."
You Xiaohun couldn't help but laugh: "Shut up! He will come back to beg me in less than an hour, hehe~"
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