This was the first time Du Chengfeng had seen a weapon comparable to that thick long sword.
As soon as the sword was in the scabbard, the evil spirit was already leaking out. It was hard to imagine how many people this sword had killed.
But what concerned Du Chengfeng the most was because it was a sword.
Unlike a knife, a sword has a double edge and can be used on both sides, which makes it more difficult to use than a knife.
To kill people, a knife is enough, but only a highly skilled warrior would choose a sword as a sidearm.
"let me see……"
Du Chengfeng, who was still a little sleepy, suddenly woke up, and his right hand subconsciously touched the long sword.
There is no doubt that as long as he sharpens this sword, he will definitely get the martial arts skills he needs most right now!
But at this moment, a big hand grabbed Du Chengfeng's wrist.
"You can't touch this thing."
A voice sounded in front of Du Chengfeng.
"Go inside and let us know that we have a visitor."
"...I'm the only one here."
Du Chengfeng raised his head, and it was then that he discovered that there was someone hanging on the sword.
The man in front of him is about six feet tall, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, but a scar on his face. He looks like the common swordsmen in Jizhou, but the only difference from those swordsmen is that this man has However, he was not wearing a suit that would facilitate movement. Instead, he was wearing a wide robe and long sleeves, making him look like a scholar.
Du Chengfeng could confirm that he did not know this person.
"So why did you come to me?"
"You? Are you the only one here?"
The man with the scar on his face was also stunned.
"I'm here to find a grinder named Du Chengfeng. You..."
"Yes, it's me."
Du Chengfeng was happy when he heard this.
It turned out that business came to the door. It seemed that asking the Yang family to help spread the news was effective. No, within a few days, a swordsman came to him to sharpen his sword.
And as soon as it comes, it’s high-quality goods.
"Just give me the sword. I'll sharpen it for you before going to bed. You also have time to have breakfast and a bowl of tofu."
But who could have imagined that, just when Du Chengfeng was about to take the sword and start working quickly, the man with the scar on his face took half a step back.
After looking Du Chengfeng up and down, the man with the scar on his face even frowned.
"Is it really you? Are you the grinder?"
"What's wrong?"
Du Chengfeng's brows also frowned.
"If you want to ask Du Chengfeng, then I'm the only one here. If you want to ask a grinder... I don't look like me?"
"It doesn't look like that."
The scarred man shook his head.
"Very unlikeable."
"...What do you mean?"
Hearing what the man said, Du Chengfeng, who had not rested at all, became a little more angry when he spoke.
"If you want to grind, just grind. If you don't want to grind, get out. I haven't slept yet, so I don't have time to argue with you here."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to argue with you."
The man with the scar on his face still shook his head.
"I'm telling you, if it looks like it, you won't know until you try it."
"you……"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Du Chengfeng subconsciously fell to the sky.
The sharp sword edge grazed his forehead and brought up a strand of hair.
After landing on the ground and rolling, Du Chengfeng had already stabilized his body, but before he could stabilize his body, a ray of sword light had already stabbed him in the throat.
Just looking at this stance, he was actually going to kill him on the spot!
"Why?"
This was the first realization that flashed through Du Chengfeng's mind. He couldn't understand the situation in front of him at all. He was about to go to bed, but this scarred man came to his door. It was clear that he had revealed his identity, but the other party didn't Admit it, and even draw a sword and kill on the spot if they disagree.
Although after seeing the memories attached to those vicious blades, he could understand that this might be another manifestation of the tough folk customs on the Northland border, but the question was, who did he provoke whom this early in the morning?
But now, it doesn't matter who provokes whom.
All he knew was that he had to survive!
"Bah!"
With a loud shout, Du Chengfeng, who was squatting on the ground, raised his hand and waved.
Large swaths of sand and gravel hit the scarred man head-on, overwhelming him!
"The dirty tricks...are not worth mentioning."
Facing the sand and gravel flying towards him, the scarred man just raised his left arm, and his broad robe and long sleeves acted like a shield, blocking all the sand and gravel.
But at this moment, the scarred man suddenly felt a tightness in his waist.
It was like there were two strong tree roots tightly wrapped around his belt.
"stand up!"
In an instant, the scarred man's vision was spinning.
Even though he had been lifted into the air, the scarred man was twisting his waist and arms in the air in such a posture that he could hardly exert any force.
The sharp blade was swung, and the long sword in his hand actually brought out an arc of light again!
"excuse me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword was already placed on Du Chengfeng's neck.
But at this moment, the scarred man suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his neck.
It was a knife, an old kitchen knife stained with dried blood.
Between the friction of the sharp blade, blood seeped out from the scarred man's neck.
"...I now believe that you are a master grinder."
There was clearly a kitchen knife hanging across his neck, but the man with the scar on the ground laughed.
"I have been practicing swordsmanship for fifteen years now. To be able to tie with me is enough to prove that you are not an ordinary person."
"That's because you're not good at it."
Du Chengfeng's eyes narrowed. He was too lazy to listen to the polite nonsense the man in front of him said.
"I have been practicing for fifteen years, but I, a person who has only touched the sword for a few days, caught it. Being able to fight like this only shows that you have mastered the sword like a dog."
As he spoke, Du Chengfeng prepared to use the palm of his hand to stab the scarred man to death.
"You can't say that."
Facing Du Chengfeng, who was full of aggression in his words, the scarred man just shook his head.
"If I really practice it on a dog, I won't be able to use this sword."
While speaking, the scarred man looked into Du Chengfeng's eyes.
"Just like you, if you were really an ordinary person, you wouldn't be able to sharpen a knife."
"..."
After a moment of silence, Du Chengfeng took the lead in putting away the knife.
There was no point in continuing to fight. Instead of having an inexplicable life-and-death fight with a mentally ill stranger at his doorstep, he might as well think more about what he should eat for breakfast after waking up.
However, just when Du Chengfeng was about to turn around and leave, the scarred man stopped him.
"What happened just now is very offending. I just want to test it out. After all, swords are precious and cannot be careless. I have no intention of harming you sir."
Saying this, the scarred man put the sword back into its sheath, then took off the scabbard of the sword at his waist, bowed and handed over the sheathed long sword.
"Cui Yuan of Youzhou, please sir sharpen your sword."
