In the Blade

The gap in the blade hides the traces of growth, and the dirt on the handle bears witness to hard work and effort.

With the gradual polishing, Du Chengfeng gradually saw the life of this ring-handled sword.

Like the small sword, this ring-handled sword was also made by a famous craftsman in the palace. Just this exquisite feel is almost as good as those fierce swords that carry evil spirits. A piece of ordinary iron can be made to this extent, which is enough to show how exquisite the craftsmanship of the craftsman is. However, such a precious sword is not used for soldiers to fight on the battlefield.

Such a precious sword can only be regarded as a practice tool for Prince Chen Yu.

The Great Chen Dynasty established the country with martial arts, and everyone from top to bottom liked martial arts. As the prince of the Great Chen Dynasty, he naturally had to practice martial arts. Even after experiencing the shock in his childhood, Chen Yu had some fear of sharp weapons, but he still had to practice martial arts to strengthen himself.

As the crown prince of Dachen, his martial arts training method is naturally different from that of ordinary people.

For this prince, the old emperor arranged for him to practice martial arts by killing people directly.

In the palace, there are often eunuchs or palace maids who have committed capital crimes. At this time, the crown prince Chen Yu became the secret executioner. No one would have thought that the short figure with a mask and a knife would be the innocent-looking crown prince - even the crown prince Chen Yu did not expect that his father would arrange it like this.

"Father, I can't do it."

Chen Yu, who cut off the head of a palace maid for the first time, found the old emperor. He really couldn't do such a thing.

He would rather read those dizzy books of saints than face the blood on the ground.

But the old emperor just shook his head at him.

"Reading? That kind of thing is not important."

The old emperor supported the shoulders of the crown prince Chen Yu and walked slowly out of the door.

"Books are the most useless thing for ruling the world. As long as you have enough power, someone will naturally compile your words and deeds into a book... It doesn't matter how outrageous your words are. As long as you are strong enough, everything you say is right."

Speaking in this way, the old emperor held Chen Yu's hand and killed another guard.

The originally bright and shiny ring-headed sword was stained with blood again. Prince Chen Yu was numb.

"The sword has two edges and is more agile than the knife, but the knife is heavier, more domineering than the sword, and easier to find. You must remember the difference between these different weapons. You will use them in the future."

The old emperor taught Chen Yu in this way.

Prince Chen Yu didn't understand why he could use this skill. You must know that killing the enemy in battle is the job of the generals. As a prince, or the future emperor, how could there be a time when he needs to do it himself?

Could it be that there is still some danger in the capital of Jiankang, in the palace and in the court?

"Father, is someone planning a rebellion?"

Prince Chen Yu raised his head and looked at the old emperor.

"Do you need me to fight?"

"Rebellion? That kind of thing is not important."

The old emperor was still shaking his head.

"If anyone wants to sit on the throne, let him do it. Since they want to enjoy the benefits of being an emperor, they must pay the price of being an emperor."

"The price of being an emperor?"

Prince Chen Yu was quite puzzled.

"What is the price?"

Facing Prince Chen Yu's question, the old emperor shook his head, but did not say anything.

As for the following content, it was a bit unremarkable. It was basically Prince Chen Yu practicing some moves with this ring-headed sword-and it was obvious that Prince Chen Yu preferred a sharp sword to a heavy sword, which also made this ring-headed sword only used for a year and then shelved.

That is, occasionally when he was free, Chen Yu would come over to look at this ring-headed sword and recall the past.

"That's it?"

Du Chengfeng, who had come to his senses, was immediately furious. He had never thought that the information would be cut off at the critical moment.

So what is the price? Why didn't the old emperor say it?

If he just didn't say it, he could still bear it, but then he used the prince's experience of practicing swordsmanship for a year to fill water, which he really couldn't bear.

So, the angry Du Chengfeng turned his attention to the third sword.

Unlike the first two swords that were obviously made for minors, this sword was already a normal war sword, but this sword looked a little too plain, and there was no decoration on the hilt and scabbard. Rather than saying it was an emperor's sword, it was better to say it was the weapon of those street knights.

"Is this also the sword of the Southern Chen Emperor?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but frowned slightly. The style of this sword was too different from the two just now.

"It must have something to do with the Southern Chen Emperor to be placed here."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng drew the sword out of the scabbard and continued to grind it.

Flowers are given to beauties, and swords are given to heroes.

And the war sword is naturally given to warriors.

"...Hmm?"

Du Chengfeng suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It was because this time, in the memory of this sword, he saw not the face of the crown prince Chen Yu.

But the face of the old emperor.

The old emperor took the sword from the hands of the court craftsman and comforted his old friend, but the court craftsman just cried bitterly and held the old emperor's arm tightly.

Although Du Chengfeng called him the old emperor, he looked only about forty years old. After all, his children were only in their teens, so how could he really be that old? But the old emperor's face always showed the vicissitudes of old age. Just like now, facing the blacksmith's crying, the old emperor just sighed softly.

He didn't even say anything to comfort him.

"There's nothing to cry about, it's just that my time is up."

The old emperor shook his head.

"From now on, Yu'er's affairs will be handed over to you. You must make him stronger, strong enough..."

"You will definitely survive!"

After wiping his tears, the blacksmith clenched his teeth.

"This is the best sword I have ever made! You are also the emperor with the best martial arts. You will definitely survive! You will!"

"You don't understand... Anyway, Yu'er will be handed over to you."

Having said that, the old emperor left with the sword.

Without any followers or guards, the old emperor left the capital with only this sword and rode his horse all the way to the imperial mausoleum in the mountains.

"What is he doing?"

As a bystander, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but feel puzzled. He didn't quite understand what was going on.

No matter how you look at it, the atmosphere is like a scene before going to war, but the emperor of Southern Chen went to war in person... and the direction of the expedition was the imperial mausoleum.

You can't say that something in the imperial mausoleum has resurrected, right?

"Oh my god!"

After the old emperor entered the imperial mausoleum, even Du Chengfeng, as a bystander, couldn't help cursing.

Just because the picture was really too exaggerated.

"How... did he do it?"

Looking at the huge, even ten-meter-high terrifying giant in the picture, Du Chengfeng was speechless for a long time.

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