Du Chengfeng just wants to live a peaceful life.
It wasn't a big wish, in fact he had even achieved it. Relying on his own diligence and with the help of Carpenter Li, he already had a small yard in Yangjiabao and a place of his own.
But now, the entire courtyard is dilapidated and in a mess.
Diligence can allow him to live the life he wants, but he cannot maintain this life.
If you want to maintain this peace, if you want to live a normal life, if you want to survive in this troubled world, just relying on the so-called diligence is far from enough.
He needs strength, strength that can allow him, a man of peace who has no strength to tie a chicken and has never even fought in a fight, to gain a foothold in troubled times.
Fortunately, in this crazy world, such a path does exist.
This road, though, can be a bit dangerous.
"If you see me rushing to your house with red eyes, shoot me with this bow."
Before everything started, Du Chengfeng first pulled Carpenter Li over and handed him a set of bows and arrows.
"I might not even recognize my relatives at that time, so even if it's to protect your wife and children... forget it, it seems useless. If something happens, you'd better run away."
After thinking about his state after the evil spirit entered his body, Du Chengfeng took back the bow and arrow.
If he had time to shoot arrows, he might as well let Carpenter Li run two more steps. After all, the opponent was already slow to react, so he had better not cause trouble to the opponent.
After settling the funeral arrangements, Du Chengfeng returned to his small courtyard. The collapsed house couldn't even light the lights, so Du Chengfeng simply sat in the courtyard, using the moonlight to put the whetstones at hand.
Then, he picked up a scimitar from the pile of weapons at hand.
These weapons were the trophies left by the barbarians. After knowing that Du Chengfeng needed these things, the Yang family sent them over overnight, including even the spears used by the young men who died in the battle. It was Du Chengfeng who asked to come by name.
At present, all the weapons that have killed people in the entire Yang Family Fort have been placed in this courtyard.
What Du Chengfeng has to do is to polish these weapons one by one.
"Okay, I know you also want to be rubbed, but we already know each other very well. As for now, let me make some new friends first."
Patting the heavy sword leaning on one side, Du Chengfeng turned around and continued to focus on the scimitar in his hand.
To be fair, this is not a good knife. From the handle material to the shape of the knife, it feels shoddy. It is more like a bladed piece of iron than a knife. But it is such a broken scimitar, but it carries a blood energy that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved. Just looking at it will make people feel cold all over.
"This knife has killed at least ten people."
Feeling the strong evil aura on the blade, Du Chengfeng made a rough judgment.
This couldn't help but make him a little happy.
To be able to kill ten people in battle, the holder of this sword must have some martial arts skills. And this means that if he continues to sharpen the knife, he will master the martial arts of the original owner of the knife, that is, a certain Hu cavalry.
Of course, in terms of performance, this sword is definitely not as good as the thick sword at his side, but that sword carries Fatty Yang's sword skills. After all, it is only used for killing pigs and is far from a real battle. The sword formation skills are still far behind.
"Of course, I'm not talking about you. What I mean is that stones from other mountains can attack jade."
Once again appeasing the broadsword beside him, Du Chengfeng began to place the scimitar in his hand on the whetstone to sharpen it.
Every chip and curl is a reflection of what this knife has experienced and the path it has taken.
While carefully repairing the damage to the blade, he gradually realized the life of this scimitar.
Just as he thought, this scimitar was indeed crudely made. The blacksmith on the grassland only roughly made the shape of a knife, installed the handle and sold it to a barbarian rider, and the barbarian rider got it. After cutting the knife, the first thing I did was to find a sheep to test the knife with.
The result of the knife test was embarrassing. The blade got stuck in the sheep's neck, causing a small crack on the spot.
If something doesn't work, the Hu soldiers will naturally go to the blacksmith with a knife to argue. After all, it took several sheep to replace the knife, but in the end, they got this one back. No matter how good-tempered they are, they can't stand it.
However, the blacksmith had no intention of returning the goods. No matter how angry the foreign rider was, the blacksmith insisted that his goods were fine.
"This is a knife that I made with my own hands. How could there be something wrong with it?"
Facing the repeated questions from the foreign riders, the blacksmith became a little impatient.
"Where is the crack? Give me the thing and show it to me."
When the foreign rider heard that the blacksmith was still arguing, he naturally wanted to argue with his reason, so he handed over the knife at that time.
Then there was only a click, and the foreign rider was found dead and dismembered on the spot.
The hot-tempered blacksmith proved with facts that there was nothing wrong with his craftsmanship.
But he couldn't continue to stay in this tribe after killing someone. The brother of the barbarian rider would come and hack him to death. So before anyone noticed, the blacksmith simply packed up his things and ran away overnight to another tribe.
As for the knife, the blacksmith didn't throw it away. It was still a commodity after all, and it might still be sold somewhere else.
The idea was a good one, and Du Chengfeng also felt that there was no harm in being frugal. The only drawback was that he had not yet seen the battle skills of those barbarians from the memory of this sword.
Since there is nothing wrong with the knife itself, it must have been sold to some warrior by the blacksmith, right?
"Why can't you kill a sheep with your knife?"
Another Hu rider who bought the knife began to yell at the blacksmith.
The blacksmith originally wanted to rely on him, but the barbarian rider refused to let him go. These prairie men seemed to hate profiteers, and they had to catch the blacksmith to explain the matter clearly.
The blacksmith got tired of lifting the bar too much, so he simply took the knife again and raised his hand to swing it.
Douda's head fell to the ground, but the knife was still fine.
It’s just this clan, but they can’t stay any longer.
"……no."
Du Chengfeng already felt that something was not right, but the journey of the blacksmith and the knife continued.
I don’t know whether it was because the blacksmith was too unlucky, or because the scimitar was too unlucky. The blacksmith passed by nine tribes and sold the knife nine times. Even if he sold the knife nine times, there was no problem. Every time, buyers come to argue, and the blacksmith himself is always annoyed.
There are even times when the blacksmith himself regrets it afterwards, but at the moment when his temper arises, the blacksmith still holds the knife in his hand, but he can't resist the urge to chop it down.
"Ah this..."
After seeing all this, Du Chengfeng even thought that the blacksmith should just throw away the knife. Is it worth running around for such a piece of scrap metal?
Coincidentally, the blacksmith thought so too, and after nine accidents happened in a row, even the pig realized that something was wrong. So the frightened blacksmith simply ran to a large tribe called Qingyang tribe, hoping to find a famous witch to show him.
But just when the blacksmith was about to arrive at the gate of the great witch, a passing soldier directly captured him and took him into the camp.
It wasn't until he was imprisoned in the camp that the blacksmith knew that the Qingyang tribe was preparing to go south to grab food. Anyone taller than a wheel would go south. He was also unlucky. He came here at this time, and the knife that killed nine people was already stained. He has some ferocious blood, which makes him even more regarded as a warrior who has seen blood and killed people.
As for his iron-forging skills, they have been thrown aside by the soldiers and soldiers.
Qingyangbu doesn't need additional blacksmiths at the moment, and the skills he thinks he can travel all over the world are meaningless here.
So he rode a horse and carried a knife, and the blacksmith followed the soldiers and rode south. Although he was a little panicked at first, the blacksmith soon felt that this might be his blessing. Just working hard, how can the income be compared to going south to plunder.
I heard that the south is different from the Mobei grassland. Not only is the climate warm and the products rich, but the people in Nanchen are also extremely wealthy, with silks, silks, and gold and silver treasures all over their houses. This gives him a head start, what else will he do in the future?
With this thought in mind, the blacksmith carried a machete and followed the armored general. He was the first group to rush into the Yang Family Fort, preparing to grab a big one.
Then, Du Chengfeng saw his face in this memory.
"this……"
Du Chengfeng was silent for a while after regaining consciousness from his memory.
This time, he did not lose consciousness. The evil energy on the scimitar did not seem to be far enough to affect his sanity. However, the memory brought to him by the scimitar was a bit tooth-ache.
Especially when he saw the blacksmith being chopped into pieces by his own knife, he felt a subtle sense of embarrassment that made him immediately throw the knife aside.
Perhaps the greatest use of this knife is to give it as a gift to relatives and friends. If someone doesn't like it, just give it to them because of the bad luck of this knife. The person who gets this knife will definitely live a happy life and have a prosperous family.
But after sharpening this unlucky scimitar, he didn't gain anything at all.
Although he failed to learn the battle skills he wanted most, he was able to see clearly the skills of the blacksmith. Even if he has not yet reached the level of being called a famous craftsman, he can at least select iron materials and process steel. In terms of human nature, Du Chengfeng has already had his first glimpse of it.
"It's a good thing."
Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng turned his attention to the pile of weapons beside him.
This time, he could see the pros and cons of those weapons at a glance.
Which ones looked mighty but were actually shoddy, and which ones didn't look good but were as commanding as one's own after using them. Du Chengfeng only glanced at the quality of these hundreds of weapons. At one glance, everything was clear.
But soon, Du Chengfeng's eyes stopped on an axe.
That was the best one among the weapons, and the one that impressed Du Chengfeng the most.
It was the ax left behind by the armored general he killed.
