In the Blade

Although both are buried underground, the Yanzhou Arsenal is quite different from the Jizhou Arsenal.

The most obvious difference is the decoration. Unlike the rough corridors and warehouses in Jizhou, the warehouses and corridors in Yanzhou are paved with bluestone, and torches are inserted on both sides of the corridor for lighting. For a moment, it is not very dark in the underground.

"This cost money..."

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but sigh. Compared with the Yanzhou Arsenal in front of him, the Jibei Arsenal he had visited before was a bit shabby.

But then, a special smell attracted Du Chengfeng's attention.

It was not the bloody rust smell of Jibei, but a more mellow aroma. After Du Chengfeng opened a warehouse, he saw the neatly stacked wine jars inside.

All kinds of weapons such as swords, spears, and halberds were soaked in the wine jar. The whole warehouse was filled with the aroma of wine, and just smelling it would make people feel drunk.

Obviously, this was the work of Liu Bolun, the former chief of ordnance in Yanzhou.

It must be said that Liu Bolun's method of handling it was really easy. Originally, Du Chengfeng was still wondering whether this huge arsenal only needed one chief of ordnance to be in charge. Was the number a little too small? But now it seems that everyone has their own skills of slacking off.

Just like now, Du Chengfeng casually pulled out a waist knife from the wine jar, but he saw that there was no rust or dirt on the waist knife, not even a bit of dust. It was obviously an old weapon that had been put away for many years, but it was still cold and sharp.

It must be said that Liu Bolun's private wine was really something. God knows how it was brewed. He took a few jars to entertain the sparrow hawk before, but it was a bit of a waste.

"Fortunately, there are still many wine jars in the mansion. I will throw the knife into the wine jar when I go back."

Du Chengfeng thought of his thick and heavy knife, which is a good wine.

I think Liu Bolun's privately brewed wine should make this knife happy for a while.

The deeper you go, the stronger the aroma of wine, which means that the weapons inside will be more fierce-perhaps if it were someone else, they would have stopped at this moment, or even turned around and left. But for Du Chengfeng, what he wants are these weapons that are fierce enough.

Although the swords, spears, swords and halberds outside are also sharp and unstoppable, Du Chengfeng can naturally see that these are ordinary weapons that have not killed many people. With a rare divine weapon like a thick and heavy knife in his hand, he naturally looks down on these mundane things. Since he wants to take it, he must take the strongest and the best.

So, with this mood, Du Chengfeng pushed open the door of the innermost warehouse.

But this time, Du Chengfeng did not smell any alcohol.

The innermost warehouse doesn't even look like a warehouse. There are neither the wine jars commonly seen in Yanzhou nor the weapon racks seen in Jizhou. There is only a huge "Ren" character painted on the wall facing the door.

Under this ink stain, there is an old sword hanging.

The old sword is not very long and looks quite simple. Even the wooden sheath is covered with dust. In the eyes of anyone, it is probably just an ordinary iron.

But at this moment, Du Chengfeng is facing a great enemy.

The intuition in his mind is frantically alarming. This is definitely not an ordinary sword. He'd better retreat immediately, otherwise there might be something unspeakable.

"But this is what I want."

Taking a deep breath, Du Chengfeng stretched out his hand to the old sword.

But to Du Chengfeng's surprise, nothing happened until he picked up the sword.

Although this strange sword is quite heavy, Du Chengfeng can feel that the sword did not reject him.

It didn't even drive him crazy.

"Wait, this thing has never killed anyone?"

Du Chengfeng, who didn't feel any sword and weapon evil spirit, was stunned for a moment.

This doesn't make sense. His feeling just now can't be false. This old sword just placed there has made him feel extremely dangerous. How could such a powerful weapon not be stained with blood?

In doubt, Du Chengfeng pushed the blade out of the sheath.

Compared with other thin and sharp swords, this old sword is really too heavy. It's better to say it's a mace than a sword - this heavy blade can't cut flesh and blood at all. It might be more effective to hit people.

"Who would use this thing as a weapon?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but wonder, and subconsciously took out the whetstone.

Although he didn't know whether this thing that had never killed anyone could be sharpened, since he had taken down this strange sword, he had to try it.

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng pulled the whole strange sword out of the scabbard and put it on the whetstone.

The scratches on the sword body are the evidence of its former glory, and the dust on the hilt is the trace of the years.

What Du Chengfeng didn't expect was that this strange sword can really be sharpened.

It's just because although this sword has never killed anyone, it has been used very frequently.

After all, the previous owner of this sword had a lot of ideas.

"I want to make a square sword."

The previous owner of this sword asked the blacksmith to do this. He was a student.

The blacksmith naturally took money to do the work, but others thought that he was crazy. As everyone knows, the sword art is about being light, thin, and sharp. A good fencer can stab a fly with a sword in mid-air, or cut off the incense without extinguishing the fire. The steel is tempered steel, and the sword is a three-foot sword. This is the gentleman's style.

On the contrary, this maverick, when he opens his mouth, he talks about the square sword... Could it be that he has read too much and become stupid?

"You all care too much about killing, but you don't know the principle that the hardest thing is easy to break. This is reading books into a dog's stomach."

Facing the ridicule of his classmates around him, the man who ordered the sword argued with reason.

"Well, since you have forgotten even the most basic "benevolence", I will teach you what a gentleman's sword is after the sword is made!"

At that time, there was still a remnant of martial arts among the people, and sword fighting was a common thing. As long as both sides stopped at a certain point and did not hurt their lives, it would not be a big deal.

But there is a reason for this.

If the blade does not touch the body, it can be considered as stopping at the point. If it accidentally cuts a hole in an unimportant place, it can also be considered as stopping at the point. A group of students were scolded by the sword-maker. Of course, they were very dissatisfied, so they simply discussed and prepared to give this arrogant boy a little red and show him some color.

But who could have thought that on the day of the scheduled duel, the "light and sharp" blades in their hands were all broken on the spot by the heavy "Sword of Founder".

The first sword smashed the blade, and the second sword broke the bones. The whole duel lasted thirteen rounds, and the sword-maker only used these two moves, but none of the students could fight him.

"My sword does not have a blade, but your sharp swords cannot touch my sword without a blade."

Among the students who fell to the ground and cried out in pain because of broken bones, the sword-maker was holding this heavy sword without a blade, his face as usual.

"This is the principle of benevolence."

This time, all the students bowed their heads and said yes, not daring to speak.

The name of the man who ordered the sword also spread in Jiankang, the capital of Dachen.

He was Ruan Shantao when he was young.

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