In the Blade

It was three quarters past midnight, and the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

Du Chengfeng was speechless as he looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

He swore that he had really adjusted his work and rest schedule this time, and even in order to have a good sleep at night, he deliberately added some more training during the day - and the result was just as he thought. After taking a shower, he was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

But even if he made more preparations, he couldn't resist someone knocking on the door.

"Who is it!"

Du Chengfeng, who was woken up in the middle of the night, was immediately furious.

He knew his own yard well. If it was really someone like Carpenter Li, he didn't need to knock on the door. In other words, it must be an outsider who disturbed his quiet sleep.

But what Du Chengfeng didn't expect was that the person who appeared at his door might not even have full civil capacity.

"What are you doing here again?"

Looking at Yang Sanlang in front of him, Du Chengfeng was already a little angry.

Or maybe just stab him to death, since this mentally ill man has been disturbing people for more than once. Although the heavy sword is not very convenient to use, he still has 17 swords hanging on his body.

The swords used by the robbers and gangsters are all inferior weapons, but they are just right for dealing with Yang Sanlang.

But just when Du Chengfeng was about to draw his sword and stab Yang Sanlang, Yang Sanlang in front of him knelt down with a plop.

"I was wrong about what happened before, you can kill me or chop me up!"

As he said this, Yang Sanlang pushed the golden mountain overturned the jade pillar, and kowtowed to Du Chengfeng three times.

"All the mistakes are my fault, and it has nothing to do with the Jizhou Yang family, so even if you want to kill me, I beg you to leave my Jizhou Yang family's ancestral sword!"

"Ah this..."

Du Chengfeng was speechless.

There is a saying that one should not hit a smiling person. When Yang Sanlang was throwing a tantrum at him before, he had the intention to kill him. Now that it was so formal and he even knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him a few times, he felt a little uncomfortable to stab him directly.

But even so, he was not the type who would be kidnapped by morality. Just relying on a few words, he wanted him to give up the most important fighting force in his hand. That was a bit like treating him as a mental patient.

"I will definitely not give you the knife. Go back by yourself. If you don't go back, I will call your parents to come."

"... Do you look down on me so much?"

Hearing that Du Chengfeng treated him as an ignorant child without any concealment in his words, Yang Sanlang's face finally showed some grief and anger.

However, facing Yang Sanlang with a flushed face, Du Chengfeng just nodded.

"Yes, it is true."

"You..."

Even though Yang Sanlang had already prepared to be humiliated, he couldn't help but clench his fists subconsciously at this moment.

But before Yang Sanlang could say anything, he was slapped twice in the face.

"What's wrong with looking down on you? How many things you've done can be looked up to?"

While saying this, Du Chengfeng grabbed Yang Sanlang by the collar.

"Open your mouth, shut up your mouth, if you really care about your ancestor so much, why don't you learn from your ancestor and make a name for yourself with a knife?"

"I, this, but..."

Yang Sanlang, who was knocked unconscious by two slaps, couldn't speak for a long time.

Get a knife? It's easy to say, the ancestral sword of his Yang family has been lost to others, where can he get a knife?

"Still looking! Still looking!"

Seeing that Yang Sanlang was still sticking his head to peek into the house, Du Chengfeng slapped Yang Sanlang in the face twice again.

"That's my knife! What are you looking at! Besides, it's just a butcher knife. Can't you find it yourself?"

After two slaps, Du Chengfeng threw Yang Sanlang into the darkness in the distance.

"Learn from your ancestors! You useless thing!"

Watching Yang Sanlang get up from the ground and leave in a daze, Du Chengfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, after dealing with the swordsman Cui Yuan before, he became more and more skilled in dealing with mental illness. Facing such a mentally ill person, it is a bit disgusting to confront him head-on - so instead of cleaning up the corpse and washing the floor at the door in the middle of the night, it is better to just go along with the other party and throw the problem back, so that the mentally ill person will run away to consume his mental energy and will not show up again to annoy people.

"It's still early, let's make up for the sleep."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng closed the courtyard door and went back to sleep.

Du Chengfeng could fall asleep, but Yang Sanlang couldn't.

Four slaps hit his face, and his cheeks were burning with pain. But compared to the pain on his face, what made Yang Sanlang more painful was the experience just now.

He had obviously tried his best, trying his best to learn from his uncle Yang Xuan and be a mature person, so he was willing to steal, rob, cheat, and even learn from his uncle to bow and apologize, kowtow to apologize, and even risk his life to be killed. He thought it might be useful, he thought he could do something for the Yang family of Jizhou.

But the facts proved that he could do nothing.

The words of the refugee were still lingering in his ears, maybe he was really a coward with no future. He couldn't beat the refugee and take the knife back, nor could he beg for the knife from the refugee. This was not something that could be solved by kneeling and kowtowing. The so-called face was meaningless.

Water stains wet Yang Sanlang's clothes.

The rain was pouring down, just like Yang Sanlang's tears.

Stumbling in the rain, Yang Sanlang could no longer recognize the direction. He only knew that he had no face to go back to the fort at this moment. Just because of his wrong judgment, the Yang family had lost all face because of him, and even the ancestral sword fell into the hands of outsiders. How could he go back?

"Why not just find a place and die."

In despair, Yang Sanlang was ready to end it all.

It was at this time that he suddenly found an old crooked tree on the side of the road.

A crooked tree means that the trunk grows crooked, and a crossbeam is crooked from the main trunk, which is just right for hanging some ropes or something - so Yang Sanlang took off his belt and used it as a rope to hang himself.

But he was hung, but people will instinctively struggle when they are dying. This has nothing to do with courage. It is purely an instinctive physiological reaction of the human body.

So with a "click", Yang Sanlang fell to the ground with the half-broken tree trunk.

Lying in the soft mud, Yang Sanlang couldn't help but feel more and more regretful. The time when he fought desperately with a javelin before, it was obviously the time to sacrifice his life for justice, and it was obviously the time to die like a man, but he couldn't overcome his instinctive reaction, and he couldn't even die!

"I, ah, ah ah ah..."

Yang Sanlang wanted to roar to the sky, but his hoarse throat could no longer make any sound.

I thought that Yang Sanlang could be regarded as a hero in the past, but now he has fallen to this point? Is it really like what the refugee said, is he so useless?

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Yang Sanlang, kneeling on the ground, grabbed the soil on the ground hard, as if he could grab some hope in this way.

But this desperate grab actually caught something.

"...Hmm?"

Feeling the touch in his hand, Yang Sanlang stood up subconsciously.

An old scimitar was pulled out of the mud by him.

"Why don't you learn from your ancestors and kill your reputation with a knife?"

The words of the refugee just now were still lingering in Yang Sanlang's ears.

Looking at the scimitar washed by the rain in his hand, Yang Sanlang could be sure.

The ancestors of the Yang family in Jizhou are still protecting his descendants.

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