In the Blade

This was the first time Du Chengfeng had seen a weapon that could rival that heavy long sword.

The sword was already full of murderous aura in its sheath, and it was hard to imagine how many people this sword had killed.

But what Du Chengfeng cared about most was that it was a sword.

Unlike a knife, a sword has two edges, and both sides are sharpened, which means that it is destined to be more difficult to use than a knife.

To kill people, a knife is enough, and only highly skilled warriors will choose a sword as a personal weapon.

"Let me see..."

Du Chengfeng, who was still a little sleepy, suddenly woke up, and his right hand subconsciously reached for the long sword.

There is no doubt that as long as he sharpened this sword, he would be able to get the martial arts skills he needed most at the moment!

But at this moment, a big hand grabbed Du Chengfeng's wrist.

"You can't touch this thing."

A voice sounded in front of Du Chengfeng.

"Go inside and let them know that there is a visitor."

"...I am the only one here."

Du Chengfeng raised his head, and that was when he realized that there was a person hanging on the sword.

The man in front of him was about six feet tall, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, but with a scar on his face. He looked like the common swordsmen in Jizhou, but the only difference was that this man was not wearing a suit that was easy to move in, but a wide robe with big sleeves, looking like a scholar.

Du Chengfeng could confirm that he did not know this person.

"So what do you want to see me for?"

"You? Are you the only one here?"

The man with the scar was also stunned.

"I am here to find a grinding craftsman named Du Chengfeng, you..."

"Yes, it's me."

Du Chengfeng was happy to hear this.

It turned out that business came to the door, and it seemed that asking the Yang family to help spread the news before was effective. Just a few days later, a swordsman came to him to sharpen his sword.

And the swordsman was a top-notch one.

"Just give me the sword. I'll sharpen it for you before going to bed. You'll have time to have breakfast and drink some tofu."

But who would have thought that just when Du Chengfeng was about to take the sword and start working, the man with the scar took a half step back.

After looking Du Chengfeng up and down, the man with the scar even frowned.

"Is it really you? Are you the grinder?"

"What's wrong?"

Du Chengfeng's brows also frowned.

"If you want to ask Du Chengfeng, there's only me here. If you want to find a grinder... I don't look like one?"

"No."

The man with the scar shook his head.

"Not at all."

"... What do you mean?"

Hearing the man say this, Du Chengfeng, who hadn't rested well, became more angry.

"If you want to grind, grind. If not, get out. I'm not going to sleep yet, so I don't have time to argue with you."

"Sorry, I don't mean to argue with you."

The scarred man still shook his head.

"I mean, you can only know if it's like it after trying it."

"You..."

As soon as the words came out, Du Chengfeng subconsciously fell to the ground with his back to the sky.

The sharp sword brushed across his forehead, bringing up a strand of hair.

After a roll on the ground, Du Chengfeng had stabilized his body, but before he could stabilize his body, a flash of sword had already stabbed straight at his throat.

Just looking at the posture of the attack, he was going to kill him on the spot!

"Why?"

This was the first thought that flashed through Du Chengfeng's mind. He couldn't understand the situation at all. He was about to go to bed, but this scarred man came to his door. He had already revealed his identity, but the other party did not admit it, and even drew his sword to kill him on the spot without saying a word.

Although after seeing the memories attached to those fierce blades, he could understand that this might be another manifestation of the fierce folk customs of the northern border, but the question was, who did he offend so early in the morning?

But now, it doesn't matter who he offended.

He only knew that he had to survive!

"Hey!"

Du Chengfeng, who was squatting on the ground, shouted loudly and waved his hand.

A large piece of mud, sand and gravel hit the scarred man head-on, covering the sky and the earth!

"Vile means... not worth mentioning."

Facing the sand and gravel flying towards him, the scarred man just raised his left arm, and the wide sleeves of his robe were like a shield, blocking all the sand and gravel.

But at this moment, the scarred man suddenly felt a tightness around his waist.

It was like two strong tree roots, tightly wrapped around his belt.

"Get up!"

In a flash, the scarred man's vision was already spinning.

Even though he was already thrown into the air, the scarred man twisted his waist and arms in the air in this almost powerless posture.

The sharp blade swung, and the long sword in his hand once again brought an arc of light!

"I'm sorry."

As the voice fell, the long sword was already on Du Chengfeng's neck.

But at this moment, the scarred man suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck.

It was a knife, an old kitchen knife with dried blood.

As the sharp blade rubbed, blood oozed from the scarred man's neck.

"... Now I believe you are a grinding craftsman."

There was a kitchen knife across his neck, but the scarred man who fell to the ground laughed.

"I have been practicing sword since I was fourteen, and I have been practicing for fifteen years. The fact that you can tie with me is enough to prove that you are not an ordinary person."

"That's because you are not good."

Du Chengfeng narrowed his eyes. He was too lazy to listen to the man in front of him saying some literary nonsense.

"You have practiced for fifteen years, but I, who has only touched the sword for a few days, caught you. You are not good enough to fight like this. It can only mean that you practiced sword skills against dogs."

As he said this, Du Chengfeng prepared to use his palm to stab the scarred man to death with one knife.

"You can't say that."

Facing Du Chengfeng's aggressive words, the scarred man just shook his head.

"If I really practiced against dogs, I wouldn't be able to use this sword."

While speaking, the scarred man looked into Du Chengfeng's eyes.

"Just like you, if you are really an ordinary person, you can't sharpen the knife."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Du Chengfeng took the lead in putting away the knife.

There was no point in continuing the fight. Instead of fighting a mentally ill stranger in front of his own door for no reason, he might as well think more about what to eat for breakfast after waking up.

However, just when Du Chengfeng was about to turn around and leave, the scarred man called him.

"I am sorry for what happened just now. I just wanted to test it. After all, the sword is precious and cannot be sloppy. I have no intention of hurting you."

Saying this, the scarred man put the sword back into the sheath, then untied the scabbard under the sword at his waist, and bowed to hand over the long sword with the sheath.

"Youzhou Cui Yuan, please sharpen your sword."

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