In the Blade

Like people, swords also have their own lifespans.

Just like people will grow old, get sick and die, swords and weapons often have their own limits, but most of the time, these strong metals will not show it, but will continue to fight bravely and drink blood as if nothing happened.

"Until they can't hold on anymore."

Liu Bolun carefully examined the Broken Horse Long Sword, checking every tiny mark on the blade.

"Although this analogy is not very appropriate... but just like people, do you like to work day and night?"

Du Chengfeng shook his head of course.

Working day and night means working overtime. Of course, he doesn't like working overtime, or no one likes working overtime. After all, it means an excessive workload, which means squeezing your rest time, and even disrupting your work and rest schedule and making your body weak.

And swords and weapons are somewhat similar.

Just as humans can live a long time as long as they don't work overtime and pay attention to health preservation on weekdays, swords and weapons can often be preserved for a long time if they pay attention to maintenance - but on the contrary, just as humans work overtime every day and reverse day and night, their bodies will deteriorate, these swords and weapons are often overloaded, and it is also very easy to break and curl.

When the physical condition is deteriorating to a certain extent, if you continue to work overload, you will die suddenly.

If it is a sword, it will break on the spot.

"And there is another point, which is what I just said that is not quite appropriate... That is the difference in the nature of the work. The work of swords and weapons is different from that of humans after all."

At this point, Liu Bolun couldn't help but sigh.

Even if people's work is varied, the pressure they face is limited after all. As for swords and weapons... Swords and weapons have only one job, that is, killing people.

Since it has reached the level of killing, how can the deceased not be resentful?

Facing the sword that took their lives, they all wished that the sword and the person holding it would be cut into pieces and die without a burial place.

That was the most bitter hatred, the deepest resentment. Even if a sword was strong and could bear the resentment of several or even dozens of people, after killing hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people, how could a mere sword bear the overwhelming resentment and hatred?

"That's why swords and weapons often need to be polished and maintained. On the one hand, it is to dissolve the evil spirit, and on the other hand, it is to eliminate the resentment and let them get rid of the troubles of these resentments... After all, just like people can't hold on, swords can't hold on either."

As he spoke, Liu Bolun pointed at the blade in his hand.

"When it can't hold on, the sword will die."

Shaking his head, Liu Bolun handed the sword back.

"People can't be resurrected after death, and the same goes for swords and weapons. Since it has killed so many people for you, find a good place to bury it properly."

"Hmm..."

Du Chengfeng frowned slightly.

People can't be resurrected after death, he knows that.

But if the sword is dead, is there really no way to revive it?

"Please take another look."

With that, Du Chengfeng opened the saddle bag again.

He took out his heavy sword that was broken.

"Another broken sword...It seems that you have not been peaceful all the way from Jibei."

Seeing that another broken blade was taken out, Liu Bolun couldn't help but sigh.

When Du Chengfeng took out the other half of the broken blade, Liu Bolun simply took out a wine gourd and drank two sips - obviously, as a grinding craftsman, as a person who has been with weapons for many years, he can't stand this scene.

But immediately, Du Chengfeng put the two broken blades together and combined them into a complete sword.

Liu Bolun's eyes were immediately straight.

"Am I still drunk?"

Liu Bolun's eyes widened after two slaps on his face.

The stinging sensation on his face was still there. He could confirm that he should be sober, but the knife in front of him... was this thing serious?

As we all know, the dead cannot be resurrected.

But how can this knife come back to life after it's dead?

"Let me see..."

Liu Bolun, with a puzzled look on his face, was about to take the big knife and observe it carefully.

But this time, Du Chengfeng didn't give it to him.

"Next time, next time for sure."

Seeing Liu Bolun's performance, Du Chengfeng already knew that there might be something strange about his thick and heavy knife - it was a bit inappropriate to discuss it with a drunk on the side of the road when it came to the weapon he was most familiar with.

"So is your dean here? I remember that I sharpened the long sword with him last time. If it's him, maybe he can find a solution..."

"The dean is out, but he will be back soon... Hey, don't leave in a hurry. It's not easy to come here, at least take a look around the academy first."

Seeing that Du Chengfeng was about to turn around and leave, Liu Bolun hurriedly grabbed Du Chengfeng's sleeve and persuaded him to stop.

However, there is really nothing good about the academy in this mountain. There is a canteen and a dormitory. The dean's living room is not allowed to enter. The only thing that can be visited is the classroom next to it.

However, the class was also going on in the classroom, and Liu Bolun couldn't bring Du Chengfeng in. However, when he heard the loud reading in the classroom, Du Chengfeng felt a sense of familiarity.

Yes, he still remembered the reading sound he felt when he was studying the sharpening method of the long sword breaking horse.

But at that time, he didn't hear clearly what the reading sound was saying.

This time, at the classroom window, he heard it clearly.

"Is this what you teach in your academy? Teach people to be kind?"

"Yes, if you want to teach people, this set of things is the most suitable."

Looking through the window, Liu Bolun was stunned at the students who still had some confusion on their faces.

"Although I don't know what use this thing can have in today's world... But you can't teach them to drink?"

"That's why I would rather let students read than let you go in to teach. Drinking to escape can solve temporary worries, but it can't solve any problems."

Just when Du Chengfeng and Liu Bolun were chatting, an old man leading a donkey walked slowly.

This made Du Chengfeng look sideways.

During this period of time, the old man who could impress Du Chengfeng was Yang Xuan and the old man in front of him. However, unlike Yang Xuan's tenacious temperament like wild grass, this old man with white hair and beard just stood there, just like a straight green pine, with an unshakable momentum.

"Master!"

Almost instinctively, Du Chengfeng's spine stretched like a big cat, and his body had entered a state of combat readiness.

The intuition in his mind was frantically alarming. Although the old man in front of him had white hair and beard and looked old and frail, if he really started fighting, he might not lose to He Xiqing!

This is just the judgment brought by the momentum, and it does not take into account the many means that the old man may hide.

Just like He Xiqing can have several transformations after turning into a monster, if this old man uses all his strength...

No wonder He Xiqing did not fly over Jizhou to Yanzhou in the south to find food even after turning into a strange bird.

It turns out that there is such a master hidden in Yanzhou!

"Warrior, wait a minute, I have no ill intentions."

Seeing that Du Chengfeng was making such a big fuss, the old man leading the donkey was quite amused.

"Warrior's purpose, I have heard from the gateman at the foot of the mountain. Isn't the warrior looking for someone to sharpen his knife?"

The old man leading the donkey stretched out his hand to Du Chengfeng.

"Bring the knife here, I am Ruan Shantao you are looking for."

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