In the Blade

Ink and inkstone, can they also be used to sharpen knives?

Du Chengfeng once thought that he had seen it wrong. After all, these two things did not look like they were related to knives. But just when Du Chengfeng was confused, an old hand took away the long horse-breaking knife. stand up.

The old man's palm stroked the blade, just like Du Chengfeng had just done.

After this initial feeling, a brush touched the blade.

The ink was spread out on the blade, and the old palms were full of words. The entire blade was soon filled with words, which turned out to be a classic that encouraged people to learn from it.

After that, the horse-breaking sword was placed on the inkstone.

And outside the window, the sound of reading could be heard loudly.

There are young children, teenagers, young people, and even old people reading. Their voices are messy, but neat and uniform. With this reading, the long horse-breaking knife on the inkstone that is being continuously polished gradually disappears. A bit of chilling air, a bit more of the fragrance of books and ink.

This knife actually followed the reading.

At this moment, Du Chengfeng realized this very clearly.

However, it was precisely because of this forceful grasp that the already weak perception became more blurred. Fortunately, before the picture completely dissipated, Du Chengfeng finally saw clearly the final process of sharpening the knife. .

That is to use a scroll to wipe off the ink on the blade, and then bow deeply to the horse-breaking sword.

"...Is this okay?"

When Du Chengfeng came back to his senses, he felt his head buzzing.

It's not that what he just sensed put any pressure on his body, it's just that what he just sensed was too abstract.

Although he could probably understand those scenes, when it came to sharpening the knife, he couldn't understand it at all.

"In other words, ink was used to replace the water that soaked the whetstone, and then an inkstone was used to replace the whetstone?"

Following his own experience in sharpening knives, Du Chengfeng tried to understand it.

However, Du Chengfeng's understanding could only go so far. As for other things, whether it was the words written on the blade, the sound of reading outside the window, or the deep bow at the end, they all fell into the category that he could not quite understand.

Du Chengfeng could probably guess that this might be some kind of knife sharpening process, but why it was sharpened in such a performance art way, he couldn't guess.

So, he decided to try it himself.

"I should have bought a writing brush..."

After rummaging through the boxes, Du Chengfeng finally found pens, ink, paper and inkstones that he didn't usually use from the bottom of a box.

After studying the ink and filling up his pen, Du Chengfeng was ready to carry out the first step, which was writing - as for what words he was going to write, he couldn't remember, mainly because of the exhortation he had just perceived. , there is a big gap between the content of the exhortation to study in his memory, not to mention the exhortation to study that he hastily skipped, even the exhortation to study in his memory, he couldn't memorize it.

So after thinking for a moment, Du Chengfeng decided to write something casually first.

Then he picked up the thick knife at hand.

There is nothing he can do about it. With his dog-like handwriting, he really can't write many words on the relatively slender horse-breaking sword. But now in his hand, this two-handed sword with a relatively wide blade can allow him to write more words. I've written a few strokes.

"So, we are all brothers who know everything, you won't mind, right?"

The thick broadsword lay quietly in his hand, but there was no sign of boredom.

And Du Chengfeng also started his inscription.

"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, and I suspect there is frost on the ground... I will try the pen first! Why rush!"

Seeing that the big knife in his hand was about to hit his foot, Du Chengfeng quickly wiped the ink stains with a rag, and then changed a few words.

"Kill a person in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles, brush away your clothes when the matter is over, and hide your body and name deeply."

This time, the thick sword in his hand did not hit his feet, but lay quietly in his hand, as if he was quite satisfied with these two inscriptions.

After completing the first step, Du Chengfeng began to prepare for the second step. He couldn't do it with the sound of reading, mainly because there were not so many people, although it was not impossible for him to invite all the Yang family to come and study. , but it’s still a bit too unethical in the middle of the night.

After a moment of hesitation, Du Chengfeng decided to try reading a few sentences by himself.

It’s just an attempt anyway, and it might not matter if you shorten the steps a bit.

"Zhao Ke is wearing a tassel, Wu Gou is frosty and snowy. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star..."

While reciting this one of the few poems he could memorize, Du Chengfeng polished the heavy sword in his hand.

Speaking of which, this knife really needed to be sharpened. Although he had just sharpened the knife not long ago, he chopped down more than two hundred barbarians in succession after that. Even if the Cooking Jiezhu style allows the blade to travel between the bones to maximize the protection of the blade, if you kill more than 200 people in a row, there will inevitably be some invisible wounds on the blade.

During this grinding process, Du Chengfeng could vaguely feel that the invisible wounds on the blade were being gradually repaired.

This can't help but make Du Chengfeng stunned. The current situation is somewhat beyond his common sense. After all, as we all know, the blade of a knife becomes thinner as it is sharpened. To put it bluntly, the so-called sharpening of the edge is to remove the old layer of the edge. The mouth is ground away, revealing a new edge.

Just as people will grow old, get sick and die, knives also have their own limits. When the steel edge is almost worn out, when the whole knife can no longer be sharpened, the knife will die.

Of course, when people encounter birth, old age, sickness and death, they can still survive this death by following the prescription or warming up and recuperating. But the question is, can a steel knife do this?

"Yes! It really can!"

The more he sharpened, the more shocked Du Chengfeng was.

Obviously, the process of sharpening the knife consumes the steel edge, but now the heavy knife in his hand seems to have been warmed up in some way. Not only have the rolled edges been restored to their original state, but even the edge itself seems to have become sharper.

Picking up the big knife, Du Chengfeng gently tested the edge.

Before his fingers even touched the blade, a blood mark had already seeped out.

"Then it's the last step..."

Although he still had some doubts in his heart, Du Chengfeng began to recall the process just now and prepared to finish.

If he wanted to use a scroll to wipe the knife... he didn't have one, and how could he buy such a valuable item as a book at a country market. He could do the latter salute, but after looking at the big knife in his hand, Du Chengfeng always felt that this big knife, which knew him well, didn't need him to salute at all.

On the contrary, he always felt that what the big knife needed at the moment was actually wine.

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