Du Chengfeng, who returned to the courtyard, looked at the long sword in his hand.
The blade is three feet long, the handle is eight inches and two inches long, and the sword is long and narrow and sharp. Just putting it in your hand makes people feel like they are looking for something to stab and cut with. This is not even due to the influence of the evil spirit of the sword, just Just because this sword is so handy.
"This sword is really good."
Although Du Chengfeng has never seen any good swords, with his current understanding of weapons and combat, he can already judge the quality of a weapon just by touching it.
Just like the sword in your hand, the steel blade is sharp and can break hair when blown, and the center of gravity feel is also top-notch.
This is not something that can be created by ordinary folk workshops.
"It's called Chengfeng."
The scarred man named Cui Yuan spoke, his words full of love.
"Please sir, be careful with it."
Du Chengfeng pretended not to hear these words.
He gave the weapon a name and treated the weapon as a human being. No wonder the man named Cui Yuan was polite to him just now, but suddenly attacked him with his hands. Originally, Du Chengfeng only thought that mental illness was an adjective, but now it looks like Come on, this Cui Yuan's symptoms are really not mild.
But when Du Chengfeng placed the sword blade on the whetstone, he realized that there was a reason why the other party named the sword.
That was fifteen years ago. Cui Yuan was only fourteen years old at the time. He was still very young. Both of his parents had died. He had been practicing civil and martial arts with his teacher tirelessly.
However, one day, his teacher suddenly gave Cui Yuan his sword as a parting gift.
"The roc rises on the wind in one day and soars ninety thousand miles. I hope you can be an upright person like this straight sword."
Before leaving, Cui Yuan's teacher blessed his disciple like this and asked him to eat well.
But young Cui Yuan just shook his head.
"Master, I will go with you. I will go wherever Master goes."
"I told you not to call me master, but to call me teacher."
The tall man knelt down and pressed Cui Yuan's shoulders.
"Teacher is going to a dangerous place this time to do a big thing. Just like you have your own ambitions, the teacher also has your own ambitions. You will be the only one left in the future. You must live a good life..."
"Then why can't I go?"
Cui Yuan gritted his teeth, tears already streaming down his face.
"Is it because I am the son of a horse thief? Just because of my origin?"
"It's not a matter of origin."
The tall man raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Cui Yuan's face.
"It's because this matter is indeed dangerous. Teacher can do it, but your current strength is far from enough."
It was precisely because of this farewell and the gift of the sword that young Cui Yuan became determined to learn swordsmanship.
When he saw this, Du Chengfeng thought it was normal. After all, on the Jibei border, injuries like this would happen not to mention every day, but at least three to five times a month, and then after a while , there will be more swordsmen or warriors in Jizhou. They will shout to become stronger while dying in some inexplicable vendetta.
But what he saw next made Du Chengfeng look askance at him.
Even though the teacher had left, Cui Yuan still did not slack off. On the contrary, Cui Yuan practiced even harder. He trained his body, practiced his strength, stabbed, blocked, and cut. Although it was only the most basic swordsmanship, Cui Yuan practiced it extremely seriously.
Du Chengfeng has only heard others say that he swings his sword three thousand times a day, but has never seen it with his own eyes.
But Cui Yuan persisted for fifteen years.
The only one who witnessed all this was the long sword named Chengfeng.
In the past fifteen years, Cui Yuan has made a total of 135 attacks. A Chengfeng Sword has never killed an unknown ghost. However, every swordsman with some reputation in Jizhou and Youzhou has been approached by Cui Yuan. Go, challenge him face to face, and then kill him with one sword.
He clearly had no grievances, but he still killed him every time. Such cruel behavior was extremely shocking even among the swordsmen whose profession was to kill people, so Cui Yuan continued to criticize him. Everlasting.
But Cui Yuan didn't care. He just felt that this was part of practice and a way to become stronger.
This time, not only Du Chengfeng, but also all the swordsmen in Jibei began to feel that Cui Yuan was out of his mind.
So as his reputation gradually grew, Cui Yuan quickly became the target of public criticism. After a short period of communication, a hundred or so swordsmen organized themselves and prepared to kill this unruly scourge.
But it wasn't until the moment Cui Yuan drew his sword that these swordsmen knew that what they were facing was no longer human.
It was a one-sided massacre. The swordsmen who had a chance to win all fell to the ground like wheat being harvested. Even the swordsmen who escaped were stabbed in the throat by Cui Yuan who was chasing after him. Without exception, all the swordsmen who surrounded him became the ghosts under Cui Yuan's sword.
And this experience of one against a hundred finally made Cui Yuan confirm that his swordsmanship has reached a certain level.
So in order to perfect his swordsmanship, Cui Yuan, who is already twenty-nine years old, has to challenge the last opponent.
That was Liu Qingyun, a famous swordsman in Jizhou, known as "Quick Sword". When Cui Yuan was still young, it was this young swordsman who killed a horse thief in Youzhou with only the long sword in his hand. .
Cui Yuan's parents were also killed.
But Cui Yuan knew that his trip was not for revenge. What he wanted to do more than those boring things was to overcome the fear and uneasiness that had been engraved in his heart since childhood.
Only by climbing over this last and first mountain can his sword be invincible and unparalleled in the world.
Only then can we break through all difficulties and obstacles.
"hiss……"
After finishing sharpening his long sword, Du Chengfeng looked at the sword in his hand and then at Cui Yuan in front of him, and couldn't help but start having a toothache.
Strictly speaking, this was his first real contact with a living person holding a vicious weapon but still maintaining his sanity. Although the other party's way of talking and acting seemed like a mental illness, Du Chengfeng just thought it looked like it. After all, the other party knew how to knock on the door first when visiting, knew how to apologize when he made a mistake, and knew how to wash his hands after using the toilet. So, At least it's pretty normal.
But who would have thought that this swordsman named Cui Yuan actually had some mental problems.
It is true that the long sword has accumulated a lot of evil energy, but Cui Yuan's persistence in becoming stronger has exceeded the killing itself. Rather than saying that the sword is driving Cui Yuan to kill, it is better to say that Cui Yuan is driving the sword. , use the method of killing to test your mettle.
Like now.
"I mean, I didn't even take your money, right?"
Seeing Cui Yuan take the long sword, but pointing the tip of the sword at him, Du Chengfeng's face couldn't help but become ugly.
"Is this how you treat a kind person?"
"You just didn't try your best."
As he spoke, Cui Yuan, who was standing with a sword, looked at Du Chengfeng's side.
A heavy two-handed sword was lying there quietly.
The evil spirit is overwhelming.
"This is your usual weapon! This is your real ability!"
The man named Cui Yuan held the sword tightly and stared into Du Chengfeng's eyes.
What reflected in Du Chengfeng's sight was the calm madness that he had seen countless times on the Chengfeng Sword.
"I didn't expect to encounter such an opponent before I mastered swordsmanship! Please enlighten me!"
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As he spoke, the sharp long sword named Chengfeng was already stabbing Du Chengfeng in the face, as fast as lightning.
But Du Chengfeng still retreated and dodged.
After sharpening the sword just now, Du Chengfeng was already completely familiar with Cui Yuan's sword skills. Now, in the blink of an eye, Cui Yuan couldn't touch him with a sword - but this only made Cui Yuan even more excited. , the sword in his hand became sharper and faster!
"Yes! This is it! This is what I want!"
Cui Yuan had never felt so free as he wielded the long sword. At this moment, he even had an inexplicable feeling that the opponent in front of him was another himself.
Is there anything more enjoyable than playing against yourself?
Of course there is, that is, fighting against someone stronger than yourself.
Only by stepping on the bones of the strong can he become stronger!
"Come!"
After a series of sixteen blows, Du Chengfeng was finally pushed into the corner by Cui Yuan's sword.
It was at this time that Cui Yuan finally saw the man named Du Chengfeng in front of him holding the thick sword.
"good!"
Cui Yuanting's sword shouted loudly, and the sword's light flashed.
"Zheng——"
The harsh sound of metal and metal echoed in the house.
And Cui Yuan's long sword had already scratched his opponent's neck.
"call……"
Cui Yuan let out a breath of turbid breath, and couldn't help but feel light in his heart.
Although he already knew that the knife sharpener named Du Chengfeng had some skills, the heavy sword still shocked him. Just looking at the ferociousness almost overflowing from the blade, it was clear that only those who had experienced hundreds of battles Only brave warriors can use this kind of weapons.
Fortunately, it was him who won this time.
Once again, he relied on his own strength to defeat a strong enemy, and once again, he used the sword in his hand to cut through the fear in his heart.
His sword once again cut through the difficulties and obstacles, just like his teacher once asked.
Dapeng rides on the wind in one day and soars up to ninety thousand miles.
Just like the sword in his hand, he finally became a knowledgeable and powerful man with unparalleled swordsmanship.
Just like a sword in your hand...
"……Um?"
Cui Yuan, who was about to sheath the sword, couldn't help but be stunned.
I saw that the long sword in my hand, which was originally more than three feet long, was only one and a half feet long at some point.
The half-point of the sword that should have pierced the opponent's neck has long since disappeared.
