In the Blade

The dirt on the handle hides traces of the past, and the blood stains on the blade retain shadows of the past.

With polishing and scrubbing, Du Chengfeng gradually felt everything that this unlucky scimitar had experienced.

After he buried the knife under the crooked tree, someone came to dig it up once, but Du Chengfeng buried it quite deep at that time, so the unlucky scimitar was not dug out. The man could only cover it with soil and left cursing.

Du Chengfeng could feel that this was the knife seller who had sold him seventeen knives and gave him an old robe for free, but what puzzled Du Chengfeng was how this person knew that there was a knife buried under the tree?

It was not very understandable, and this unlucky scimitar did not bring him any answers.

However, the knife seller dug the soil where the scimitar was buried and it became soft. It was also because of this that when Yang Sanlang found the crooked tree and wanted to hang himself but failed, he could easily get the knife out of the soil.

In a sense, this can also be regarded as the fate of Yang Sanlang and this knife.

The night when Yang Sanlang took the scimitar, the Yang family ancestral hall caught fire. God knows how the fire started. Even in the pouring rain, it could burn the Yang family ancestral hall clean. And a few days later, the grassland Hu people moved south in large numbers, and the entire Yangjiabao had to abandon their ancestral property and flee all the way to seek refuge.

If it were someone like Du Chengfeng who knew the situation, he would have thrown the scimitar on the spot. Whether it was buried, sent to the enemy, or even thrown into the wilderness, he would never keep this thing in his hands.

But Yang Sanlang regarded this scimitar as a blessing from his ancestors.

Finding the scimitar under the tree was a blessing from his ancestors. The fire in the ancestral hall was a revelation from his ancestors in Yang Sanlang's eyes. In Yang Sanlang's view, it was not just a simple fire, but a reminder from Yang's ancestor, the famous general Yang Huchi, not to continue to rely on the pride of his ancestors, but to use the scimitar in his hand to open up a way forward for the Yang family.

In a sense, Du Chengfeng knew the ancestor of the Yang family, so he was sure that Fatty Yang would never say such a bullshit revelation. The fat pig-killing man would only spoil his children and grandchildren, and would never let his descendants fight hard.

Du Chengfeng even suspected that he had not killed Yang Sanlang with one knife before, and was also influenced by Fatty Yang, or the heavy knife.

But it was obvious that no matter how he questioned, Yang Sanlang had already completed the logical self-consistency.

Especially after the Hu people from the grassland came.

"This is a test given to me by my ancestors!"

Yang Sanlang firmly believed it.

As for why it was a test for him, it was of course because Du Chengfeng did not follow the convoy.

After losing Du Chengfeng, the strongest fighter, the people of Yangjiabao always needed someone to lead the young and strong, take care of the old and the young, and always have to step forward to deal with any danger. After all, Yang Xuan's way of reasoning with people might work in the Southern Chen, but facing the northern Hu people who don't speak the language, if he wants to go up and reason, he will only be killed with a knife.

In the final analysis, in this chaotic world, the swords and guns in hand are the most simple language.

So, a group of people simply picked a general from the short ones and tried to find the one who can fight the best.

As a result, the person who was selected was Yang Sanlang.

Although everyone was in a subtle mood, it was indeed only Yang Sanlang who could fight the best at the moment. Let alone other things, just talking about killing, it was really only Yang Sanlang who dared to be ruthless.

So, after a simple team formation, Yang Sanlang once again became the leader of more than 50 young and strong.

"That's it! It should have been like this long ago!"

At this moment, Yang Sanlang felt extremely comfortable. He felt that his ancestors still favored him, and his chance finally came - although the Yang family lost their ancestral land, Du Chengfeng, who was pressing on him, was also gone. At this moment, he was no longer a crazy waste who only knew how to do bad things. He once again became the backbone of the Yang family.

It was at this time that the caravan, which had just set out not long ago, encountered a group of grassland Hu cavalry.

Most of the grassland Hu people wearing fur coats were light cavalry, obviously scouts placed outside by the army. If these cavalry went back to report the news, the caravan would really die on the road.

"We must act immediately!"

At this moment, Yang Sanlang believed in his judgment and directly called seven or eight young and strong men who could ride horses. Several people rushed over with whips on their horses.

It was said to be late, but it was fast. Yang Sanlang and his group of horses crossed with those grassland Hu people in just a moment.

None of the Hu people's light cavalry fell off their horses, but Yang Sanlang's side had all been chopped to the ground.

Several young and strong men had fallen to the ground with serious injuries, and only painful wails were left. Even Yang Sanlang himself broke an arm - but he was the only one who could be considered to have a positive record, because before he fell off his horse, the scimitar he swung in panic just happened to cut the neck of a Hu person's light cavalry.

Although it was just a rub, the Hu man's neck was cut open for most of the time, which was enough to show the sharpness of the scimitar.

The death of one of their own people naturally shocked the grassland Hu people, but what shocked them even more was the weakness of Yang Sanlang and his group.

"With this level, you dare to rush towards us?"

These grassland cavalrymen could not understand where the courage of these southerners in front of them came from, but after thinking about it, these grassland cavalrymen were too lazy to understand anything.

Anyway, it was just a fleeing caravan, so they could just kill them.

So, when Yang Sanlang fled all the way back to the caravan, more than 20 grassland cavalrymen surrounded him on horseback, and each of them with bloodshot eyes waved their scimitars in their hands. The people in Yangjiabao had never seen such a posture.

"Run! Run!"

In the end, it was the old Yang Xuan who made the decision, but just with this shout, a flying bone flower smashed his knee directly.

Yang Xuan fell on the car with serious injuries, and the responsibility of guiding the team fell on Yang Sanlang again. So after hastily identifying a direction, Yang Sanlang called on the caravan to run away quickly.

How could the draft horses pulling the carts outrun the grassland people's war horses? The caravan was soon caught up. In just a moment, many people were hit by scimitars and fell off the carts.

It was at this time that Yang Xuan, who had fainted, barely woke up.

"Don't bother with anything! Life is more important!"

The old Yang Xuan made another judgment, which directly led to another flying bone flower, breaking his only good leg.

But the price of this leg was meaningful after all. As more and more food supplies were thrown down, more and more gold and silver treasures were thrown to the roadside, those grassland light cavalry with red eyes did hesitate for a moment - although it was only a moment of hesitation, it gave the team a chance to escape the pursuit.

"But, which direction are we going?"

Yang Xuan, who woke up slowly, looked at the gradually brightening sky and was a little confused.

"Sanlang, which direction are you taking?"

"West!"

Yang Sanlang vowed.

"I'm not wrong, this is really west..."

Before he finished speaking, the remaining people in the team saw the rising sun in the distance.

Obviously, under normal circumstances, the sun does not rise from the west.

They were actually on the way back.

"This..."

Everyone in the convoy looked at each other in bewilderment.

They had taken the wrong road, but it was impossible to go back under the pursuit. After recalling the ferocity of the twenty or so grassland cavalry, they could only return to Yangjiabao.

As for the strange mishaps on the way, such as the car falling into the ditch or the horse spraining its leg, there was no need to say more. Anyway, after all these hardships and dangers, the people who were supposed to escape from Yangjiabao finally returned to the place where their dreams began.

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"Well..."

Du Chengfeng was speechless for a long time.

This matter was really beyond his expectations.

"It's all because of Yang Sanlang's greed for merit and recklessness..."

This time, even the usually good-tempered Carpenter Li couldn't help but curse.

"If it weren't for him, so many villagers wouldn't have died!"

"...It's hard to say."

Du Chengfeng's expression was a little subtle.

That is indeed hard to say. After all, these grassland cavalrymen with red eyes are obviously He Xiqing's subordinates. According to what he learned from the weapons of the Hu people before, only He Xiqing would indulge his grassland warriors and let them use the evil spirit of swords and weapons to strengthen themselves.

In other words, if these light cavalrymen go back to report the news, the caravan will face a doomed end.

And now, because Yang Sanlang acted too stupid and weak, those grassland cavalrymen who were originally used as scouts gave up reporting the news and chose to kill them directly - after all, these twenty or so grassland cavalrymen can really do this, and they killed Yang Sanlang and his group as easily as killing rabbits.

But Yang Sanlang was so unlucky that he chose the wrong road.

It is better to say that this is the right road than the wrong road. After all, if the caravan really goes all the way west, those grassland cavalrymen may really chase and kill them all the way. On the contrary, on the side of Yangjiabao, because Du Chengfeng himself is active nearby, those grassland cavalrymen dare not approach easily.

This reminded Du Chengfeng of the blacksmith who made this unlucky scimitar.

Originally, in his impression, the blacksmith had to run away nine times in a row because of murder, which was extremely unlucky.

But now, if you think about it the other way around, he escaped nine times in a row without being caught. Doesn't this also explain something?

"This..."

Looking at the scimitar in his hand again, Du Chengfeng has already felt the vague connection between this unlucky scimitar and the unconscious Yang Sanlang on the ground.

Obviously, just like he controlled his own weapons, Yang Sanlang has also controlled this unlucky scimitar.

With that psychopathic logic, and the unlucky almost the same as this scimitar.

It's a little early today, and I estimate that I will have a draft soon.

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