So, before Yang Sanlang woke up, Du Chengfeng rode his horse again, preparing to throw the unlucky scimitar out.
Strictly speaking, this scimitar can actually be regarded as a good thing. As a weapon that can affect luck, this is the first time Du Chengfeng has seen it - but this kind of good thing cannot be kept in his hands no matter what. After all, its effect is too weird.
Although this unlucky scimitar can indeed make people lucky and even escape death, it does not come without a price.
The price is that the holder of the scimitar will be killed first.
They have said that they can escape from death, but how can they escape without death?
Based on Du Chengfeng's review of the experiences of the two owners of this scimitar, he already understood the working mechanism of this scimitar - to put it bluntly, it first makes people extremely unlucky, and even tortures them to the point of death. Leaving one more way to survive gives people a feeling of luck.
Rather than saying this is a lucky scimitar, it is better to say this is a torture blade.
Du Chengfeng felt that his life was torture enough, and there was no need to add to it.
After all, his original plan had been completely disrupted.
"Really are……"
Du Chengfeng was speechless for a moment as he watched the smoke rising from the Yangjiabao sky.
The originally dilapidated village has indeed regained its vitality, but the smoke has also become the most obvious target.
There is He Xiqing squatting in Jizhou in the south, and He Xiqing's ambush in the north is still advancing. Du Chengfeng really can't figure out how everyone in Yangjiabao will survive if he is not there.
But now he has to go out again, otherwise if he leaves this scimitar in the village, the disaster may become even greater.
"So, let me put this ax here for you first."
After thinking about it, Du Chengfeng found Carpenter Li, whom he could trust most, and took out the ancient battle axe.
Faced with the fierce coldness faintly emerging on the battle axe, Carpenter Li naturally did not dare to touch it. This bloody carpenter had never even killed a chicken, so how could he dare to take this weapon that was obviously used to kill people? blade.
"It, it seems to be looking at me."
Carpenter Li's hands were trembling.
"It told me to go and kill people..."
"Then don't bother with it yet."
With that said, Du Chengfeng placed the battle ax in Carpenter Li's warehouse and piled it with other carpentry tools. It looked like an ordinary logging ax.
"But, but, if something really happens here in Yangjiabao..."
After placing the tomahawk, Du Chengfeng hugged Carpenter Li's shoulders and lowered his voice.
"If something happens here in Yangjiabao, just listen to it."
"this……"
Li Carpenter was still a little hesitant, but Du Chengfeng had already gone out and mounted his horse.
He has a full schedule today and doesn't have much time to waste.
The first thing was to get rid of the scimitar as quickly as possible. Du Chengfeng already had some ideas in his mind. He came all the way to Ji Town. He soon discovered the Tanma Rangers released by He Xiqing around the city. .
Thinking about it, he has been holding it in all night. No matter how clever He Xiqing is, he still needs to collect information from the outside world before he can judge the situation.
So, facing the prairie ranger not far away, Du Chengfeng clapped his horse forward, raised his hand and threw it, and the unlucky scimitar stabbed the opponent to the core.
Seeing that the God of Death who had come yesterday actually came again, and even killed someone by doing so, these Tanma Rangers hurriedly ran towards the city like crazy, for fear of falling outside and being hacked to death.
After these Tanma Rangers ran away, Du Chengfeng also turned around and ran away.
He was just here to deal with the scimitar this time, and he didn't have time to waste it with He Xiqing.
He had more important things to do than kill people.
Galloping all the way, bypassing several gentle slopes and mountain valleys, Du Chengfeng quickly found a hidden den in the wasteland - this semi-underground entrance was originally the landing place for some Jibei bandits. Now that the prairie people are heading south, These robbers had already escaped.
After checking the stability of the internal structure and the grain storage that the bandits had not had time to take away, Du Chengfeng rushed to the next den.
Searching all the way, Du Chengfeng found a dozen of these dens, large and small. These were originally the places where horse thieves and bandits settled, but now they have become precious gifts of nature.
Of course, there were two nests of horse thieves who had not had time to move away, and they did not want to give gifts. Faced with such criminals who did not know how to get along well, Du Chengfeng picked up a machete on the spot and sent them back to nature.
Yes, this is his second job today.
Rabbit also knows how to make more nests. Everyone knows that it is definitely not safe to live in one place. What's more, even if he is safe, the people in Yangjiabao who are coming back are also unsafe - look at the neighbors in the street. For their sake, these bandit dens are prepared for them. When the time comes, let the entire Yangjiapu be broken into pieces, diversify the investment, and hide in these hidden dens, the people in Yangjiapu will be relatively safer.
Of course, this is also good for Du Chengfeng himself. Although the small courtyard in Yangjiabao is good, it is still too eye-catching after all. He needs more supply points and more places to stay in order to better carry out this game. Mobile warfare.
It is true that He Xiqing was brave, had astonishing wisdom, and had many soldiers and generals under his command, and was unparalleled in tyranny, but Du Chengfeng also had sufficient geographical advantages. After sharpening the tools left by the bandits, Du Chengfeng already understood the entire terrain of Jizhou, not to mention that he had sharpened the weapons of the prairie people before. He could even say that he was better than the elders. Some prairie barbarians themselves understand the prairie people better.
Knowing yourself and the enemy is the biggest reason why Du Chengfeng dared to fight He Xiqing.
"Prepare fifteen dens first, and then slowly find new ones later."
Du Chengfeng's idea was perfect.
But what he didn't expect was that his idea of robbing the robbers' den was actually being carried out by someone else.
"……Who are you?"
In the fifteenth and last den, Du Chengfeng looked at the man in front of him with a long sword on his waist and a wide robe and long sleeves, and was a little confused for a moment.
If he remembered correctly... this should be an acquaintance, right?
"It's you!"
The man with the sword's eyes immediately lit up.
"What you told me last time was right! That is indeed part of the practice!"
"……ah?"
Du Chengfeng suddenly had a bad feeling.
Just because this mental illness-like aura is so familiar.
"Excuse me, I'm going the wrong way."
Memories of the past came to mind, and Du Chengfeng turned around and left.
He still has a lot to do today, and he doesn't have time to contend with mental illness here.
But even if he wanted to leave, the mentally ill person had no intention of letting him go.
"Thank you sir for your teachings. I have defeated my old enemy...but this is not enough."
After saying this, the swordsman named Cui Yuan had already drawn the broken sword and walked over.
"Originally, I thought that as long as I defeated Liu Qingyun, I would be able to master the swordsmanship, but every time I dream about it at midnight and practice my sword to the depths, I still can't help but think of the shadow of Mr...."
"..."
Although this always sounded a bit strange, Du Chengfeng still managed to understand Cui Yuan's meaning.
This made him reach for the saddle bag.
"It is my blessing to meet you today... Yes, it is precisely because of your teachings that I have fully understood everything."
Saying this, the swordsman named Cui Yuan suddenly stepped forward, twisted his waist, and rushed over quickly!
"This is also part of spiritual practice! Please enlighten me, sir!"
"I know you can't fart well!"
Before Cui Yuan could rush forward, a five-foot-long sheathed sword was already fiercely punched into Cui Yuan's chest.
