In the Blade

Just like Du Chengfeng didn't know that the Qingyang tribe had already given him the title of "Jibei Young Tiger", the leaders of the Qingyang tribe probably didn't expect that Du Chengfeng had never thought of changing places.

In fact, until now, Du Chengfeng still thought that the Qingyang army was an ambush arranged by He Xiqing.

The ambush showed that He Xiqing was powerful. The twelve strange dancers who could control the enemy with only horns and war drums in the ambush showed that He Xiqing was extraordinary and had superb skills.

Just now, if he had made a wrong judgment, he might have been thrown into the bonfire and burned to death.

"This is the scary part of He Xiqing..."

When Du Chengfeng thought of the god of war in his mind, his heart became heavier.

In this world, there really is such a strong and impeccable person.

So he went to Jizhen to cause trouble for He Xiqing because he was full. If he had this time, he might as well go back to Yangjiabao to cook two hard dishes and have a good sleep after eating.

After all, he was a little tired after fighting for most of the night.

"The most important thing is to combine work and rest."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but glance around.

Very good, no cavalry pursuers were seen.

After confirming his own safety, Du Chengfeng did not take it lightly, but rode his horse around for a few circles, until he confirmed that the road under his feet was relatively hard, he got off the horse, wrapped the horse's hooves with soft leather, and walked back to Yangjiabao with the horse.

This was a folk method he learned from the daggers and spears he got from the bandits to avoid being tracked by the officers and soldiers. Although Du Chengfeng didn't think that this thing could deceive the grassland people's scouts and cavalry, it would be a good thing even if it could buy a little more time.

As long as he can buy a little more time, he can sleep well. Then it will be his turn to chase and kill those grassland people.

"But this Yang family member actually ran so fast..."

Du Chengfeng, who returned to Yangjiabao, looked at the deserted village and was a little uncomfortable for a while.

Although Yangjiabao in the past could not be considered to have a large population, it was at least still populated. Adults would go to the fields to work, and some children could be seen running around on the road - but with the departure of the Yang family and other refugees, the entire Yangjiabao finally returned to dead silence.

After losing the residents, all the houses have shown a sense of desolation and desolation.

"Carpenter Li also left... It seems that this Yang family member is still a little trustworthy."

After confirming that the house he was familiar with had long been empty, Du Chengfeng returned to his own courtyard.

The first thing he did when he came back was to put away his luggage and tie up his warhorse. Du Chengfeng also took down the horn and war drum hanging on the horse's back - this is why he has always wanted to have his own house, after all, these miscellaneous things have to be placed somewhere.

He had already studied the horn and war drum on the way. In short, he didn't understand it. Although these horns and single-sided drums have exerted incredible power in the hands of those weird dancers, when Du Chengfeng tried, these two horns and three single-sided war drums didn't even fart after all.

But maybe it can't be said that way, at least the sound he made when he blew the horn was very much like farting.

"It should have a special use. Let's see if I can get some knowledge in this area when I sharpen the knife."

Although I don't know how to use the horn and single-sided drum for a while, it's a good thing to take them as trophies to keep some memories. What's more, although the horn sounds like farting when it's blown, the drum can at least be struck. When you have nothing to do, you can take it out to practice, and it can be regarded as a musical instrument that you can show off.

After putting down the things, the first thing to do was to eat. Du Chengfeng, who had been busy all night, finally ate the hard dishes he had been thinking about - a large boiled dried bean curd, a Pingqiao tofu soup, and the braised lion head he was looking forward to the most. Although with his current understanding of the blade, he was almost as fast as a god in cutting, but after a few dishes, the sun had already risen.

"So is this my breakfast or dinner?"

Scratching his head, Du Chengfeng decided not to think about this question that had no nutrition.

After feeding the horse with hay and taking some cheap wine to clean the weapons in the saddle bag, Du Chengfeng sat down and began to enjoy the food.

The remaining fire in the stove had not yet been extinguished, and only this wisp of smoke remained in Yangjiabao under the morning sun.

But even if it was just a wisp of smoke, it made this dilapidated village more lively.

After eating and drinking, Du Chengfeng, who was feeling sleepy, did not rush to sleep. Instead, he picked up the weapons and practiced in the air for a few times. It is said that actual combat is the best teacher. Although Du Chengfeng has learned a lot from the memory of the weapons, he has gained a lot of new insights after he really started killing people.

The stereotyped movements gradually became smoother, the stiff chopping became more flexible, and the descriptions of the human body structure in the red piercing technique gradually gave rise to a deeper understanding. Even the center of gravity movement and footwork began to become more solid and faster.

If Fatty Yang stood here, he might be able to see one human figure after another in front of Du Chengfeng.

But facing these human figures of different heights, weights and thinness, Du Chengfeng was able to do it every time, letting the blade wander between the bone sutures and fascia without cutting or chopping.

"If you can butcher a pig, you can butcher a person."

At this moment, Du Chengfeng, who had sorted out all his skills, felt a sense of enlightenment.

"No wonder Fatty Yang was just a butcher, but he was able to kill all the people in the governor's mansion... It turns out that the principles are the same."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but admire this Fatty Yang whom he had never met.

Whether it was knife skills, business ideas, business scale, or causing trouble.

At least a general butcher couldn't make a governor of a state attack him, even if Jizhou was a notoriously poor border state.

Thinking of Fatty Yang, naturally I would think of Fatty Yang's descendants. However, when I thought that the Yang family had already gone west, Du Chengfeng no longer cared - anyway, with him here to hold back the firepower of the grassland Hu people, the Yang family should be able to send his kind-hearted old brother to a safe place.

As for whether they would meet again in the future, Du Chengfeng didn't consider these.

After all, whether he could survive this life-and-death battle was still an unknown.

"Let's go to bed first, and go out and kill when we wake up... eh?"

Just when Du Chengfeng was about to lie down in bed and have a good sleep, a burst of noise suddenly came from the dead silent Yangjiabao.

"Who?"

Du Chengfeng got up from the bed and grabbed the heavy knife.

Is it the pursuers? Or has he already exposed his whereabouts?

Sure enough, the way those bandits cover their tracks is not so easy to use. I should have changed my mind and just robbed any of the bandits' dens in my memory. Anyway, it's just a temporary rest.

As for now...

"I just ate a lot, it's just right to digest the food."

As he said, Du Chengfeng went out with a big knife, ready to kill people.

But when he pushed the door open, he saw not some grassland barbarians.

But those who were supposed to leave Yangjiabao.

I saw that the people in front of me, whether they were members of the Yang family or residents in the village, were all injured and bloody. The team that originally had hundreds of people was now missing more than half, and even a lot of their belongings had been lost. It was obvious that they had fled back in a hurry.

"What happened? Why is it like this?"

Du Chengfeng hurriedly looked for Carpenter Li among the crowd. Fortunately, his elder brother was still alive, and the family of four was safe and sound, but only one leg was broken and splinted.

At least it was better than the old man Yang Xuan next to him. Yang Xuan, who could originally use crutches, now had both legs broken and lay on the cart unable to get off.

"What happened? Didn't you go west?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but frown.

"How can you come back?"

"It's all my credit!"

Just when Du Chengfeng wanted to ask Carpenter Li what happened, a familiar figure waving a scimitar rushed in front of Du Chengfeng.

"They are all from my Yang Sanlang... woo!"

The startled Du Chengfeng thought that the person in front of him was a Hu man, so he raised his hand and punched Yang Sanlang, knocking him to the ground.

It was at this time that Du Chengfeng realized that the scimitar in Yang Sanlang's hand looked familiar.

"This..."

Looking at the bloody scimitar, Du Chengfeng was speechless for a long time.

He seemed to know why the Yang family had an accident.

After comforting the still weak Carpenter Li, Du Chengfeng was not going to continue asking this old brother. Anyway, he had already noticed that the scimitar was stained with a bit of blood and evil spirit, so he could use a more convenient way to see what happened.

"It can't be so unlucky..."

Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng began to polish the unlucky scimitar in his hand that he had lost and found.

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