Demon? Evil spirit? It's just a knife.
You have no name, no father, no mother, no relatives, no friends, just a wandering child from the river beach. The old man said that you are suitable for making a knife, so he accepted you as a disciple.
There is no sun or moon in the mountains. After you finish your studies, the old man packs up and prepares to die. In addition to the butcher knife in the kitchen, you also want a name.
The old man drank the poisoned wine and wiped his mouth: "You are a street boy brought by Jiangshui, but if you call Jiang Liu'er a suspect of plagiarism, just call him Hongxiu."
You asked: "Does it mean 'Don't wash red, wash more red'?"
The old man kicked you: "What ancient text are you dragging?"
He tapped your knife and said, "It's 'until you see red, or you'll die'".
You nodded: "Illicit."
After burning the old man to the ground, you took the knife and your name and left.
I want to write something that is in my head, Yuan Geng.
Intention: Be firm in yourself.