In the Blade

"Actually, warriors can still bring some families with them."

On the way south, the old eunuch couldn't help but speak when he saw Du Chengfeng's lonely figure on a horse.

"Of course, if the warrior is not married, it's okay to bring some personal soldiers and staff. Anyway, they can all be rewarded for their merits in bringing order. Moreover, the city of Jiankang is not peaceful at the moment. More manpower means more help..."

"Do you think I need it?"

Du Chengfeng, riding on a horse, smiled kindly.

But this smile, which should have been gentle, was made by a burly man who was nearly seven feet tall, which only made the old eunuch inexplicably frightened.

Yes, it seems that it is indeed not necessary. After all, although Du Chengfeng did not bring any manpower, he brought weapons with him - this reminded the old eunuch of the other party's feat of breaking into the palace alone and even killing the false emperor on the spot in the Golden Palace.

Such a person does not seem to need to bring personal soldiers and staff.

Whatever happens, just kill them.

If the problem is not solved, it means that not enough people have been killed. Anyway, as long as all the suspected targets are killed, the problem will be over. Obviously, the man in front of him, Du Chengfeng, thinks so. But when was the last time such a cruel and domineering person appeared?

"Hiss..."

The old eunuch secretly took a breath.

He vaguely remembered.

The last person who was so cruel and domineering was the former Taizu of Dachen.

The more he thought about it, the more wrong the old eunuch looked at Du Chengfeng. After all, according to the royal records, the former Taizu of Dachen also had such a tall figure that was different from ordinary people. Of course, Du Chengfeng's current stature is still a lot worse. You know, Taizu of Dachen later grew to more than two feet tall, and could control fifteen magic weapons at the same time, with inhuman power.

So how many weapons can Du Chengfeng in front of him control?

You should know that most people can only master one fierce sword, which is the limit. After all, to subdue a fierce sword, the user needs to be highly compatible with the weapon, and the same person cannot split more thoughts, so naturally he cannot control more than one weapon.

But seeing Du Chengfeng's bulging saddle bag, even with the handle exposed, the old eunuch hesitated again.

"These are the weapons I want to sharpen."

Sensing the old eunuch's suspicious eyes, Du Chengfeng explained.

"I am a grinding craftsman. I have also been the general manager of Jizhou's military equipment. It is normal to bring more weapons that need to be sharpened, right?"

He naturally would not tell the truth. After all, after having some understanding of weapons and evil spirits, he also knew that his current situation of being able to control multiple weapons at the same time was probably not normal-although theoretically, the person he killed before was the good man who brought him the Great Chu Overlord Halberd, and he had also demonstrated the use of multiple weapons, but that was only an exception.

If it is not necessary, when you go out alone, don't be too conspicuous. Didn't you see that the halberd that he often takes out for show has been wrapped in cloth?

It is best to make a fortune quietly, which is also an important life experience.

"I see... the warrior is really dedicated."

After thinking about it, the old eunuch reluctantly accepted this statement.

It's not that Du Chengfeng's excuse is so clever, but mainly because the old eunuch himself doesn't believe that there are really people who can control so many weapons at the same time.

If this can be done, wouldn't it be the same as the former Taizu of Dachen?

Then the old eunuch didn't dare to think about it.

The former Taizu of Dachen was a god-like figure. It was precisely because of the residual power of that inhuman power that Dachen could last until now - otherwise, according to the rules of the chaotic times in the past, the strong soldiers and horses could become emperors, and for this throne, everyone would probably fight to the death.

But if a god with a height of two meters is the emperor, then no one can say anything. Unless another god emerges in this world, no one can shake this authority.

And a person like Taizu of Dachen will not, and cannot, appear in this world.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"They don't have the noble blood of the royal family."

Thinking of this, the old eunuch felt a little relieved, and slept a little more peacefully during the journey of the past few days.

As for Du Chengfeng, he has always been the one who sleeps more soundly. This is not because he trusts the old eunuch so much, but because he has always carried the heavy sword in the saddle bag with him. If there is any disturbance, this thing will wake him up immediately. In a sense, it is more useful than an alarm clock.

Just like now.

"It seems that this road is not very peaceful..."

In the inn outside Haizhou City, feeling the hotness of the handle of the sword on his chest, Du Chengfeng opened his eyes quietly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Du Chengfeng saw a short spear approaching his chest. Just looking at the strange liquid on the spear blade, I'm afraid no one would want to be touched by this thing.

Du Chengfeng naturally didn't want to do that, so he grabbed the spear shaft and stabbed the short spear back into the body of the man in black beside the bed.

It really is a good poison. The man in black died before he could say a word.

Du Chengfeng was left holding the short spear, slapping his head in annoyance.

"Hey, why did I forget to beat him to death with my bare hands?"

But it was too late to say anything now. Even if he smashed the corpse's head into eight pieces, he couldn't verify his idea.

Fortunately, he did not gain nothing.

The short spear in his hand looked quite delicate, and the spear blade was also polished to be extremely sharp - but the most wonderful thing was the pole of the short spear. This sleeve-type telescopic pole was obviously made for easy carrying. It was folded up on weekdays, just the size of a dagger, but when needed, it only needed to be shaken lightly, and it could be transformed into a short spear more than three feet long.

This was obviously a prop developed specifically for assassination. God knows how many lives have been stained on this seemingly small weapon.

If it has stained human lives, this matter will be easy to handle.

"Let me see where you are from."

After moving the corpse on the ground to one side, Du Chengfeng took out the set of whetstones he carried with him.

Although he didn't bring the bench made by Carpenter Li, it was always a bit uncomfortable to sharpen things, but the long-lost grinding still made Du Chengfeng quite excited.

So, after wiping the poison on the blade with the clothes of the corpse, Du Chengfeng put the short spear on the grindstone.

The second update is here, everyone should rest early.

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