In Du Chengfeng's opinion, a big reason why evil spirit is called evil spirit is that it is very similar to gas.
Although he still hasn't understood the principle of how evil spirit enters the body, he is deeply impressed by the feeling of releasing evil spirit. Simply put, it is to release the evil spirit that has entered the body through the medium of the weapon. Come on, whether it's the fiery blade of the thick sword, the cold wind of the ancient axe, or the invisible edge wielded by the horse-breaking sword before, or Cui Yuan's sword light... Although the expressions are different, in the end Its essence is the same.
Even the big halberd he got was like this.
If there is any exception, it would probably be the Founder's Sword. Perhaps due to the influence of Old Man Ruan's character, the expression of this sword tends to be more restrained, that is, it converts the evil spirit into its own striking power. However, Du Chengfeng vaguely remembered that when he made up his mind to confront Xiang Rong head-on, the square sword had once bloomed with glory.
Although he wanted to use the halberd more that time, so he put the Founder's Sword back into its scabbard, but there was no doubt that at some point, this relatively introverted heavy sword without an edge also wanted to express itself.
Then the problem lies here.
The evil spirit was also released, but the shadow of the golden-armored god was not a relatively rough eruption.
On the contrary, it has a real touch, like substance.
"How on earth is this done?"
Du Chengfeng felt that his brain was not used enough. It was too brain-consuming for him to deduce such things.
Fortunately, now he has books to read.
However, this book is not the kind of sage book taught by Old Man Ruan, but some scriptures praising "Taiyin subduing demons and the mysterious emperor". These were given to them by the young monks when they were led into Zhuangzi in the mountains. of these refugees. According to those young monks, as long as you chant this sutra diligently every day, you can understand the mysteries and master the magical arts of immortals.
Du Chengfeng had been thinking about it for three or five days, but he didn't understand any of the magic tricks of the immortals. So he went out for a walk due to his autistic state. Instead, he spent these few days to take away Zhuangzi in the mountains. all over.
It’s hard to imagine how a mere mountain temple could acquire such an industry. This secret village hidden in the mountains could easily house tens of thousands of refugees. According to old man Yang Xuanyang, this village is better than the original Yang Xuan. The Wubao in Jiabao is much bigger. This huge scale hidden in the mountains has almost caught up with the frontier fortress in the center of Ji Town.
"One Zhuangzi has managed to achieve such a scale...otherwise we should run away."
Du Chengfeng still remembered the frightened look on Old Man Yang's face when he saw this village. Obviously, as the head of the Yang family in Jibei whose ancestors had fought under Taizu Nanchen, Old Man Yang immediately thought of something that he couldn't bear to say.
But Du Chengfeng didn't think so.
If it were in the past, when he saw that a mere mountain temple could have such great energy, he might have suspected that the other party was also a rebel - but now, after having a certain understanding of evil spirits, he But he realized that the way of fighting in this world cannot be won simply by relying on numbers.
Just like what he did in Yanzhou and Jizhou, no matter how many soldiers are on the opposite side, as long as the evil spirit is not released, they are just chickens and dogs. Even for those elite soldiers who have had the evil spirit entering their bodies, their armor can only block ordinary weapons. Once faced with the evil spirit released from outside, the armor is no better than paper.
As for this mere mountain temple, even if it could gather the manpower to knock down the county government, it would be put down directly after the Nanchen court sent a few fierce generals to have a few grass-cutting matches.
In this era where personal force is far beyond the ordinary, it is almost impossible to make trouble with a large number of people.
"Unless this thing actually works."
Du Chengfeng looked at the scripture in his hand again.
But it's obvious that this thing is of no use. During this period of time, he had nothing to do, so he asked other refugees about it, but found that no one could understand any mysterious magic by chanting this thing.
But whenever someone questions this matter, the young monks carrying magic swords will reveal the shadows of the golden-armored gods behind them.
"Sincerity leads to spiritual success."
This is what the monks replied.
Perhaps it is true that sincerity leads to spiritual success, because there are not only refugees like them in Zhuangzi, but also some locals from Yiyang County. Those local young people are also reciting scriptures and practicing thaumaturgy - and among these local young people In the center, two figures who can condense the shadows of golden-armored gods really appeared.
So these two people were invited to the treasure hall on the mountain, and their clothes were changed into the plain robes of the monks. Each of them was given a magic sword, which was really enviable.
"What's going on?"
Du Chengfeng was quite puzzled.
It doesn't make sense, this kind of thing doesn't make sense. Although he himself knows that he is not a genius, and his intelligence is only at the level of ordinary people, but there is no reason why he can't understand things that even young people in Yiyang County can understand?
"It's a pity that this is a book and not a knife, otherwise it would have been better just to sharpen it."
Weighing the scroll in his hand, Du Chengfeng was even thinking about whether he should simply go find a young monk and steal a magic sword and sharpen it. Maybe he could get the real magic.
"Wait a minute?"
Du Chengfeng thought of something and quickly turned over his saddlebag, but he pulled out the spurge.
He snatched this exaggerated halberd from Xiang Rong. He still remembered that Xiang Rong called this weapon "Overlord Halberd" - Du Chengfeng didn't care about names and other things. , anyway, he happens to have some free time now, and he has enough time to have a good communication with this euphorbia.
"Don't worry, everyone will have their share in a moment."
After first appeasing the other weapons in the saddle bag, Du Chengfeng took out the whetstone and began to sharpen the weapons for the first time in a long time.
The broken halberd sinks into the sand, but the iron is not sold. It will be washed and washed to recognize the former dynasty.
"Why is it the previous dynasty again?"
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but think of that Phoenix battle flag.
After continuing to grind, Du Chengfeng discovered that strictly speaking, this thing and the Phoenix Battle Flag really matched each other.
What came into Du Chengfeng's mind was a majestic hall. Just looking at the red color inside the hall and the phoenix carvings that could be seen everywhere, Du Chengfeng already knew that this was probably an important building of those Chu people.
And he, as a big halberd, lay quietly on the shelf.
Occasionally, someone would come over and do some cleaning in the hall, but those people did not dare to approach the position of the euphorbia. Of course, some bold or unlucky ones were not excluded, but these chamberlains were approaching. After the euphorbia was within three feet, they all turned into corpses.
Du Chengfeng, who turned into a spurge, could confirm that he didn't even move.
These people were scared to death.
Perhaps this is the complete state of this great halberd. The blade does not even need to be stained with blood. Just the ferocious momentum can kill people on the spot.
Du Chengfeng suddenly felt a little sad, or in other words, the euphorbia itself felt a little sad. It was obviously forged for fighting, and it was obviously forged for conquest. In order to achieve this goal, it worked hard Killing people endlessly, working hard to become stronger, and finally became an unparalleled magic soldier for the country.
But now, just after it became truly powerful, no one can hold it anymore.
Not to mention picking it up, it was even impossible to get close. Those people could only stay far away and use a long pole to connect a duster to clean the dust on it - in fact, it didn't need anyone to help clean the dust. It doesn't matter if it is just left to gather dust. Anyway, the people who were able to lift it in the past are long gone, and there will obviously be no more in the future.
But just when Du Chengfeng thought that the halberd would continue to wait like this, an old man and a young man walked into the hall.
The halberd obviously knew the old man in the luxurious robes, but in the memory of the halberd, this old man was also a weak man who couldn't get close to it - what it wanted was a strong man who could lift it, it wanted. What it wants is a tyrant who dares to get close to it. What it wants is a partner who can truly wield it and fight alongside it.
It was at this time that the old man in luxurious robes pushed out the child next to him.
"Remember, you are the new king of Dachu, don't have any doubts about this matter."
Patting the child on the shoulder, the old man said this.
"If you want to do it, you can do it. A firm will can change everything."
Can you do it if you want to? Is this a little too outrageous? If you really have the ability to make your wishes come true, wouldn't there be anything that you can't do?
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but sneer at the old man's statement. This kind of ability was too ridiculous.
But Euphorbia does not.
"Varied……"
Amidst Du Chengfeng's doubts and the anticipation of the spurge, that young hand actually grasped the spurge.
and lifted it up.
Du Chengfeng's perception was also interrupted.
…
"hiss……"
Du Chengfeng had a headache after recovering from sharpening his knife. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
One is that after sharpening the weapon, his head actually hurts, and the other is that what he felt when polishing the weapon was just a fragment - obviously, either he can't really do it now. To bear the evil spirit of this great halberd, either the great halberd has been seriously damaged, and even the past remaining on this great halberd has been wiped out.
Du Chengfeng felt that maybe it was both.
And, there is probably a third reason.
"Did you protect me?"
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but look at the spurge in his hand.
"Is it because you controlled the influence of the evil spirit that I only have a headache?"
The euphorbia still lay quietly in his hand, silent.
That’s right, how could the halberd speak?
It is impossible for Ji to speak, but Du Chengfeng still remembers what Ji said in his memory - obviously, the old man wearing luxurious robes in his memory should be the king of Chu of a certain generation, and the young child is naturally The crown prince of Da Chu.
Du Chengfeng still remembers what the older generation of Chu kings told the young prince in the process of this inheritance.
"A strong will can change everything."
This is what the older generation of King Chu said.
When he first heard this sentence, Du Chengfeng thought it was some kind of words of encouragement. After all, he had tasted too much of this kind of chicken soup for the soul, which was not nutritious. Say something nice and encourage your children, every elder will do this.
But after the child picked up the halberd, the nature of the matter completely changed.
As long as you think about it, you can do it. A firm will can change everything. Obviously, this is not just an ordinary piece of encouragement.
The words of the older King of Chu were obviously very mysterious.
"You can't really say that your wishes will come true..."
Du Chengfeng frowned.
Continue to look at the scroll in your hand.
Still nothing changed, he couldn't feel anything.
Is it really because he is not sincere?
"Then let me try to be more pious?"
Du Chengfeng continued to read through the scriptures diligently, but he still couldn't read them.
The main reason is that the exaggeration of this scripture is too embarrassing. He can easily shock the nine heavens and ten earths, live through countless calamities, step on the sun and moon with his feet and pick the stars with his hands, and crucify a hundred thousand evil ghosts with just one sword - Du Cheng Feng can be sure that the person who compiled these scriptures is not very good at mathematics, and he has not really used his hands many times.
As someone with personal experience, Du Chengfeng can say a few words in this regard. Yanzhou City only released about 20,000 prairie warriors, and he only killed six or seven thousand. In addition to being beaten by the prairie country, The division slaughtered a group of soldiers, as well as the 300 or so people he captured, but the remaining prairie soldiers simply ran away - after all, fighting is not really about cutting grass, everyone has legs. , who would stand there stupidly waiting to be killed?
Even when they were in Jibei, he and He Xiqing chased and killed them several times before killing all the soldiers of the Qingyang tribe.
The total of these two times is far from six figures.
"Twenty thousand? Or thirty thousand?"
Du Chengfeng made a rough estimate.
"It should be 20,000, right? How could I, a peaceful person like me, kill so many people?"
Recalling his previous experiences of cutting people's heads while sweating profusely, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but sigh.
Killing is hard work, and it is also physically demanding.
This also made it even more difficult for him to believe the things in those scriptures.
"this……"
Du Chengfeng felt that he realized the problem.
It’s not that he’s not pious enough, it’s that this thing really doesn’t have a sense of empathy. How could he be expected to read it seriously if he was immediately taken away from it?
It was at this time that the young monks sent new scriptures.
"Since you can't understand Emperor Taiyin's scriptures yet, it's better to change to something easier."
Saying this, a young monk handed the new scriptures to Du Chengfeng.
This time, the content in the scroll was no longer a praise for the "Emperor Taiyin", but instead a praise for the ghost generals who guarded the mountain - only this time, the words were not so exaggerated. There is no such thing as nine heavens and ten earths, or killing a hundred thousand people with one sword. All that is left is the life stories of these ghost generals guarding the mountain.
Of course, there are definitely not as many as 100,000 recorded in the scriptures, but these dozens of short stories are all classics. Some of them were forced to become bandits, or they wiped out a whole family to avenge blood. Du Chengfeng screamed when he saw it. It's so satisfying, these ghost generals were all heroes who enjoyed grudges and grudges when they were alive!
However, just as Du Chengfeng watched attentively, a dark shadow gradually formed behind him.
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