Everything seems to be over.
The villagers of Yangjiabao finally no longer had to hide. They climbed out of the robber's den. While rejoicing in their survival, they curiously looked at the broken body of the strange flesh and blood bird.
Several children seemed frightened by this tragic scene. They burst into tears on the spot and were taken away by their parents. The older ones even dared to go up to it, picked up some wooden sticks, and poked the huge corpse to see if it would move when poked.
With only half of his body left and even his head missing, it was naturally impossible for him to move again.
"So, it is indeed over..."
The old Yang Xuan also came out. This old man with broken legs was pushed in a wheelchair by the tribesmen. He came out to collect the body.
In this battle, there was only one death.
"Cry if you want."
With a sigh, Du Chengfeng walked to the old man's side and patted him on the shoulder.
But the old man, whose legs were broken, shook his head firmly.
"Now is not the time to cry. The affairs of Yangjiapu still need to be dealt with... At present, the entire Jizhou has been reduced to ashes, and there is no need for the villagers to return to Yangjiapu. We need to organize manpower and go south. I don't know. Strong man, what do you mean..."
"I?"
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but start scratching his head.
Although he once had the idea of going back to the Yangjiabao courtyard, as Yang Xuan said, even if the statement of "beating it to a white ground" is a bit exaggerated, there are indeed not many living people in Jizhou at the moment. ——If he wanted to live back at this time, it would be a bit stupid.
Let alone a normal life, to say the least, even when he went out to buy groceries, he couldn't find a stall.
Is this a place where people can live?
"It doesn't seem that easy to live a good life."
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but feel a headache.
Originally, he thought that as long as he defeated the grassland people and killed He Xi Qing, he would get what he wanted and live the normal life he wanted. To this end, he tried his best to fight against the grassland people, and even fought against He Xi Qing. Qing - and now everything is finally over, He Xi Qing is finally dead, but what about the normal life he wanted?
"Why……"
Du Chengfeng couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.
Life seems to be a person's matter, but in fact, it is never a person's matter.
At this moment, Du Chengfeng realized this deeply.
"I too...let's go."
After thinking about it, Du Chengfeng made a decision.
It was indeed time to go. After all, according to the information he had received, both He Xiqing and the Qingyang tribe who had been killed by him could only be regarded as the vanguard. The Prairie Royal Court who really decided to invade the south was still behind - that is He said that the land of Jibei would soon turn into a battlefield between Mobei and Dachen, and he would only stay here until he was full and strong.
After all, he is neither from Mobei nor Dachen, so why is he still here? Is he waiting to steal military rations from both sides?
But if you want to go south...
Du Chengfeng was a little confused for a moment.
Although the direction has been determined, where can he land in this huge world?
"Where should we go?"
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but look at the big knife in his hand.
At this time, Yang Xuan in the wheelchair cupped his hands towards Du Chengfeng.
"Although the war is over, I still have a merciless request... If it is convenient for the warrior, can you go with us and escort the folks from Yangjiabao to Yanzhou?"
"...Yanzhou?"
Du Chengfeng thought for a moment.
He had some impression of Yanzhou. Whether it was from the memory he gained when sharpening his knife or from the mouths of people in Jibei, he had heard about Yanzhou before. In people's mouths, Yanzhou and Jibei, which is the border, had a certain impression. The difference in the northern land is not small. Compared with Jibei, which is full of military virtues, Yanzhou appears to be more peaceful and orderly, with many fertile fields and rich products, but it is a better place to live than Jizhou.
Many celebrities and elegant people choose to live in seclusion in Yanzhou, including Ruan Shantao, a famous scholar in Dachen.
The part about Ruan Shantao involves the information obtained when sharpening the knife. According to the information Du Chengfeng received, Ruan Shantao was not only a well-known scholar with a far-reaching reputation among the people, but also a highly skilled grinder - Du Chengfeng still remembered that the long knife in his hand broke the horse, But it has been polished by the opponent.
The grinding method used by the other party, which used the sound of reading and pen, ink, paper and inkstone, even saved him once when he faced those weird prairie dancers.
This kind of grinding method was something he had never heard of before.
"That's really what you need to see."
As he said this, Du Chengfeng glanced at the long knife in the saddle bag that cut off the horse.
If Ruan Shantao really knows more about the evil spirit of swords and weapons, can the long sword that cuts off the horse be reborn again?
After all, that thick and heavy knife has been...
"correct."
Du Chengfeng thought for a while and handed the thick sword in his hand to Yang Xuan.
"Although things have some twists and turns, no matter what, this sword belongs to your Yang family after all... I was almost killed by a trap before, and I was a little angry, but now Yang Sanlang has already paid for it with his life, so this sword, It’s better to return the property to its original owner.”
Saying this, Du Chengfeng placed the broadsword in Yang Xuan's hand.
But Yang Xuan had no intention of taking the knife.
Instead, he raised his head and looked at Du Chengfeng.
"Strong man."
Yang Xuan's hands were trembling in the wheelchair.
"Does my nephew deserve to be brave?"
"...Deserve it."
Facing Yang Xuan's gaze and looking into Yang Xuan's eyes, Du Chengfeng finally nodded.
"Let's put aside the past events, this time alone, this Yang Sanlang is indeed worthy of the word brave."
"That's good, that's good..."
The old Yang Xuan burst into tears.
"With the praise of a strong man, my useless nephew can rest in peace..."
Saying this, Yang Xuan pushed the sword on his knee to Du Chengfeng.
"As for the knife, you can take it away. No one in my Yang family can use this knife. I think the fate with this knife is over... Since you can use it, it is also your fate with it. Let it follow you."
"this……"
Du Chengfeng hesitated for a moment, and finally took the sword back.
After all, as old man Yang said, this big sword really didn't want to be separated from him.
After all, they had fought side by side and were close.
"Well."
Taking a deep breath, Du Chengfeng hung the sword back into the saddlebag.
"Since you have agreed, I will take Saburo away."
"Okay...wait?"
Yang Xuan was suddenly stunned.
"Strong man, what did you just say?"
"Saburo."
Du Chengfeng patted the saddle bag.
"Since it is your Yang family's treasured sword, let's call it Sanlang from now on."
In the saddle bag, the heavy sword swayed slightly, as if he was very satisfied with the new name Du Chengfeng gave it.
Like Du Chengfeng, they are all looking forward to the next journey.
