This time, Du Chengfeng finally had a rough understanding of his current strength.
Maybe he is not as weak as he thought. Although as a Taiping man, he has always thought that he is a pacifist who has never fought much. He can even be said to be a weak scholar. But judging from the results, at least he has fought. He defeated a swordsman who had been practicing swordsmanship for fifteen years and even killed many people.
In other words, after rounding up, it is equivalent to him having practiced swordsmanship for fifteen years and killing people like crazy.
"Maybe I'm not as weak as I thought?"
Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but look down at the big knife in his hand.
Although he said this, Du Chengfeng knew in his heart that the big sword accounted for at least ninety percent of the reason why he was able to break the sword with one blow.
To put it bluntly, it was the knife that was stronger, not him.
"It's still too weak, I'm still too weak."
When he thinks of He Xiqing's demon-like inhuman figure, Du Chengfeng always has a heavy feeling in his heart. Can he really survive facing a terrifying monster of that level?
Maybe this is not a problem that needs to be thought about specially, he must survive.
After all, if you die, you are really dead.
"So do you want to die or live?"
With the broadsword on his shoulder, Du Chengfeng turned back and looked at Cui Yuan in front of him.
"Since you have attacked me twice, you must be prepared yourself, right?"
"Ah, ah ah..."
Contrary to Du Chengfeng's expectation, Cui Yuan had no intention of even talking to him at this moment.
Just looking at the broken sword in his hand, he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.
"I, ah, Master, ah, this, Chengfeng, why are you..."
"..."
Du Chengfeng suddenly had a bad feeling.
If he remembered correctly, he had an impression of a similar situation. Not long ago, on a dark and windy night, a spear was thrown...
"Du Chengfeng! Give me back the knife!"
Just when Du Chengfeng was reminiscing, a hoarse shout suddenly came from outside.
"Du Chengfeng! Kill me! Du Chengfeng... don't stop me! Don't stop me! I won't go back! I'm not sick! I'm very healthy!"
The voice had only shouted twice before a burst of noise came from outside the courtyard. After a burst of tearing and fighting, the outside of the courtyard returned to silence.
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but sigh after listening to the whole process.
He can be sure that he really didn't do anything. God knows why Yang Sanlang became like this.
But now, Cui Yuan in front of him seems to be getting closer.
"First of all, please stop for a moment."
Du Chengfeng thought for a while and decided to admonish Cui Yuan for his behavior first.
There was no other reason, mainly because of the bad name given to the sword. Open your mouth to ride the wind and shut up to ride the wind, which made him always think it was calling him.
"Then, the sword has been sharpened. If you want to fight with me, I have already finished fighting with you. You see, it's not too early. Shouldn't you..."
"just kill me."
Before Du Chengfeng could finish speaking, Cui Yuan fell to the ground in despair.
"I lose, you kill me."
"you……"
Du Chengfeng slapped himself on the head.
He knew, he knew, he had already sensed something was wrong just now, and in the end he still suppressed his words.
If there is no reason to kill, it is not completely unreasonable. After all, Cui Yuan just shot him twice, so he will be killed. What's more, if there is really no reason, Cui Yuan happened to not be wearing a hat today, so he was killed. Good excuse.
But after thinking about the trouble of cleaning the floor, especially the hard work of cleaning up blood stains and disposing of corpses, Du Chengfeng gave up the idea.
In order to kill a mentally ill person, he had to clean up the housework for a whole morning, which was not worth the gain.
What's more, he just learned a whole set of swordsmanship from this psycho.
"So why don't you leave quickly? Don't you still have to fight someone?"
Du Chengfeng thought for a while and finally found a reason to drive people away.
"Go quickly, that sharp knife is waiting for you."
"Duel? Haha, duel..."
After hearing Du Chengfeng's words, Cui Yuan, who fell to the ground, just shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Duel, yes, he does still have a duel to fight, but is he really qualified to fight in that duel now?
He lost, it was his first time to lose so completely. Fortunately, he still wanted to see that sword and its strength, but who could have thought that with just one sword, just one sword, everything about him would be destroyed. Vanished.
Regardless of his hard work, his sweat, or the sword skills he has honed for more than ten years, even the sword given to him by his master, this good sword that has not cracked or curled in fifteen years, actually... …
"Ride the wind, ride the wind!"
Cui Yuan cried loudly while holding the broken sword.
The miserable sound made Du Chengfeng's scalp numb.
Clenching his fists, Du Chengfeng finally kicked him. He really couldn't bear to hear people mourning in front of him, even calling his own name.
"Cheer up! You gotta cheer up!"
Two slaps were slapped on Cui Yuan's face, and Du Chengfeng's eyes widened in anger.
"Isn't it just that the sword is broken? Can't you just replace it with another one?"
"Haha, hahaha..."
Cui Yuan, who was holding the broken sword, just smiled foolishly, his face stained with tears as if he was crazy.
"The sword is broken. The sword is already broken. How can I replace it? What can I replace it with..."
"Wake up!"
Another two slaps hit Cui Yuan's face, and Du Chengfeng didn't know what to say for a moment.
If he were an uninformed outsider, he could naturally say some nice words, but after sharpening the Chengfeng Sword, he already knew how important this sword was to Cui Yuan.
Both of his parents died, and the master who raised him also left after giving him this sword. For fifteen years, Cui Yuan only had this sword with him. They ate, lived, and practiced together. Such a deep relationship, even if it is said that It is not an exaggeration to say that this sword belongs to Cui Yuan's biological father.
But now, this father, who represents everything, has been cut off with a single knife.
No matter how successful Cui Yuan is in swordsmanship, facing such a huge blow, he will still...
"correct!"
Du Chengfeng suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"Have you ever thought that this is part of spiritual practice?"
"……ah?"
Cui Yuan, whose face was full of tears, was suddenly stunned.
"What did you say?"
"I said, this is also part of spiritual practice."
Du Chengfeng held Cui Yuan's shoulders firmly.
"If the sword is broken, is it no longer a sword?"
"The sword is broken, is it still a sword?"
Cui Yuan was confused for a while when asked.
"If the sword is broken, is it still a sword?"
"Don't ask me, think about it yourself."
Patting Cui Yuan on the shoulder, Du Chengfeng helped him up from the ground.
Then he supported the swordsman all the way and sent him out of the small courtyard.
Immediately afterwards, the courtyard door slammed shut.
Leaning his back against the door, Du Chengfeng let out a sigh of relief. He finally got rid of this mental illness and could have a good sleep.
After all, he had more important things to do after waking up.
Cui Yuan's sword brought him important inspiration, and he needed to try some unimagined paths.
