In the Blade

This time, Du Chengfeng finally had a rough understanding of his current strength.

Perhaps he was not as weak as he thought. Although he was a Taiping man, he always felt that he was a pacifist who had not fought much, and could even be said to be a weak scholar, but judging from the results, at least he had defeated a swordsman who had practiced swords for fifteen years and even killed countless people.

In other words, rounding off, it was equivalent to him having practiced swords for fifteen years and killing countless people.

"Maybe I am 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 so, Du Chengfeng knew in his heart that the reason why he could break the sword with one knife was that this big knife accounted for at least 90% of the credit.

To put it bluntly, the knife was actually strong, not him.

"Still too weak, I am still too weak."

When Du Chengfeng thought of He Xiqing's inhuman figure like a demon god, he always felt a heavy feeling in his heart. Facing a terrifying monster of that level, could he really survive?

Perhaps this is not a question that needs to be thought about specially. He must survive.

After all, if he dies, he really dies.

"So do you want to die or live?"

Carrying the big knife on his shoulder, Du Chengfeng turned back and looked at Cui Yuan in front of him.

"Since you have attacked me twice, you must have been prepared yourself, right?"

"Ah, ah ah ah..."

Contrary to Du Chengfeng's expectation, Cui Yuan didn't even want to pay attention to him at this moment.

He just looked at the broken sword in his hand and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

"I, ah, Master, ah, this, Chengfeng, why do you..."

"..."

Du Chengfeng suddenly had a bad premonition.

If he remembered correctly, he had an impression of a similar situation. It was not long ago, on a dark and windy night, a spear...

"Du Chengfeng! Give me back the knife!"

Just as Du Chengfeng was recalling, 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 just shouted twice, and then there was a commotion outside the courtyard. After a burst of fighting, the courtyard returned to silence.

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but sigh after listening to the whole process.

He was sure that he really didn't do anything. God knows why Yang Sanlang became like this.

And now, Cui Yuan in front of him seemed to be almost there.

"First of all, stop for a while."

Du Chengfeng thought about it and decided to admonish Cui Yuan's behavior first.

The reason was nothing else, mainly because of the bad name of the sword, Chengfeng when he opened his mouth and Chengfeng when he closed his mouth, making him always think that he was calling himself.

"Then, the sword has been sharpened. You want to fight me, and I have already fought with you. It's getting late, shouldn't you..."

"Kill me."

Before Du Chengfeng finished speaking, the distraught Cui Yuan fell to the ground.

"I lost, kill me."

"You..."

Du Chengfeng slapped himself on the head.

He knew it, he knew it, he had already felt something was wrong just now, and in the end he still managed to say this.

It's not that there is no reason to kill him. After all, Cui Yuan had just attacked him twice, so he killed him. What's more, if there is really no reason, Cui Yuan happened to be not wearing a hat today, which is also a good excuse to cut him.

But thinking about the trouble of cleaning the floor, especially the hard work of cleaning blood and handling corpses, Du Chengfeng gave up the idea.

In order to kill a mentally ill person, he had to do housework for a whole morning, which was too much of a loss.

What's more, he just learned a whole set of swordsmanship from this mentally ill person.

"So why don't you leave quickly? Aren't you going to duel with someone?"

Du Chengfeng thought about it and finally found a reason to drive him away.

"Go quickly, that quick knife is waiting for you."

"Duel? Haha, duel..."

Hearing Du Chengfeng's words, Cui Yuan, who was sitting on the ground, just shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Duel, yes, he did have a duel to fight, but was he really qualified to fight that duel now?

He lost, and it was the first time he lost so thoroughly. He wanted to see the knife and see the strength of the knife, but who would have thought that just one knife, just one knife, everything he had would be gone.

No matter his hard work, his sweat, or his sword moves that he had practiced for more than ten years, even the sword given to him by his master, this good sword that had not broken or curled in fifteen years, actually...

"Chengfeng, Chengfeng!"

Holding the broken sword, Cui Yuan cried loudly.

Du Chengfeng's scalp tingled at the miserable voice.

Du Chengfeng clenched his fists and kicked him in the end. He couldn't bear to hear people crying in front of him, even shouting his own name.

"Cheer up! You have to cheer up!"

Du Chengfeng slapped Cui Yuan in the face with two slaps, his eyes wide open.

"Isn't it just that the sword is broken? Can't you just change it?"

"Haha, hahaha..."

Cui Yuan, holding the broken sword, just laughed foolishly, with tears on his face, looking like a madman.

"The sword is broken, the sword is already broken, how can I change it, what can I change it with..."

"Wake up!"

Two more slaps hit Cui Yuan's face, and Du Chengfeng didn't know what to say for a moment.

If he was an outsider who didn't know the situation, he could just say something nice, but after sharpening the Chengfeng Sword, he knew exactly how much significance this sword had for Cui Yuan.

Both his parents died, and his master who raised him also left after giving him this sword. For fifteen years, the only thing that followed Cui Yuan was this sword. They ate and lived together, and practiced together. With such a deep relationship, it would not be an exaggeration to say that this sword was Cui Yuan's biological father.

And now, this biological father who represented everything was cut off by a knife.

No matter how successful Cui Yuan was in swordsmanship, facing such a huge blow, he would still...

"That's right!"

Du Chengfeng suddenly had an idea.

"Have you ever thought that this is also part of practice?"

"...Ah?"

Cui Yuan, with tears on his face, was suddenly stunned.

"What did you say?"

"I said, this is also part of practice."

Du Chengfeng pressed Cui Yuan's shoulders tightly.

"If the sword is broken, is it no longer a sword?"

"If the sword is broken, is it still a sword?"

Cui Yuan was confused by the question.

"If the sword is broken, is it still a sword?"

"Don't ask me, go back and think about it."

Patting Cui Yuan on the shoulder, Du Chengfeng helped him up from the ground.

He then helped the swordsman out of the courtyard.

Then, the courtyard door was slammed shut.

Leaning against the gate, Du Chengfeng breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he finally sent this mental patient away and could have a good sleep.

After all, he had more important things to do after waking up.

Cui Yuan's sword brought him very important inspiration, and he needed to try some unimagined paths.

Thanks to Haishan Book Friend, I hope to read all the books in the world, Book Friend 20220903230735693, Rock Paper, Xiaoxyy's recommendation votes, everyone's encouragement and support are my motivation to move forward, thank you all.