in the edge

Chapter 11 The Story of the Machete

Du Chengfeng just wants to live a peaceful life.

It wasn't a big wish, in fact he had even achieved it.Relying on his own diligence and with the help of Carpenter Li, he already had a small yard in Yangjiabao and a place of his own.

But now, the entire small courtyard is dilapidated and in a mess.

Diligence can allow him to live the life he wants, but there is no way to maintain this life.

If you want to maintain this peace, if you want to live a normal life, if you want to survive in this troubled world, the so-called diligence alone is not enough.

He needs strength, strength that can allow him, a man of peace who has no strength to tie a chicken and has never even fought in a fight, to gain a foothold in troubled times.

Fortunately, in this crazy world, such a path does exist.

This path, though, can be a bit dangerous.

"If you see me rushing to your house with red eyes, shoot me with this bow."

Before everything started, Du Chengfeng first pulled Carpenter Li over and handed him a set of bows and arrows.

"At that time, I might not recognize my relatives, so even if it was to protect your wife and children... Forget it, it seems useless. If something really happens, you should run away quickly."

After thinking about his state after the evil spirit entered his body, Du Chengfeng took back the bow and arrow.

With the time for archery, it is better to let Carpenter Li take two extra steps. After all, the other party is slow to react, so he should not make trouble for the other party.

After settling the funeral arrangements, Du Chengfeng returned to his small courtyard.The collapsed house couldn't even light the lights, so Du Chengfeng simply sat in the courtyard, using the moonlight to put the whetstones at hand.

Then, he picked up a scimitar from the pile of weapons at hand.

These weapons were the trophies left by the barbarians. After knowing that Du Chengfeng needed these things, the Yang family sent them over overnight, including even the spears used by the young men who died in the battle. It was Du Chengfeng who asked to come by name.

Right now, in the entire Yangjiabao, all the weapons that have killed people have been placed in this courtyard.

What Du Chengfeng has to do is to polish these weapons one by one.

"Okay, I know you want to be tortured too, but we already know each other very well. As for now, let me make some new friends first."

Patting the heavy sword leaning on one side, Du Chengfeng turned around and continued to focus on the scimitar in his hand.

To be fair, this is not a good knife. From the handle material to the shape of the knife, it feels shoddy. It is more like a bladed piece of iron than a knife.But it is such a broken scimitar, but it carries a blood energy that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved. Just looking at it will make people feel cold all over.

"This knife has killed at least ten people."

Feeling the strong evil spirit on the knife, Du Chengfeng made a rough judgment.

This couldn't help but make him a little happy.

Being able to kill ten people on the battlefield, the owner of this knife must have some martial arts skills.And this also means that if he continues to sharpen the knife, he will master all the martial arts of the original owner of the knife, that is, a certain barbarian cavalryman.

Of course, in terms of performance, this sword is definitely not as good as the thick sword at his side, but that sword carries Fatty Yang's sword skills. After all, it is only used for killing pigs and is far from a real battle. The sword formation skills are still far behind.

"Of course, I'm not talking about you. What I mean is that stones from other mountains can attack jade."

Once again appeasing the broadsword beside him, Du Chengfeng began to place the scimitar in his hand on the whetstone to sharpen it.

Every crumbling edge is what the knife has experienced and the path it has traveled.

While carefully repairing the damage to the blade, he gradually realized the life of this scimitar.

Just as he thought, this scimitar was indeed crudely made. The blacksmith on the prairie just roughly shaped the shape of a knife, put the handle on it and sold it to a barbarian rider. After the knife, the first thing is to find a sheep to test the knife.

The result of the knife test was embarrassing. The blade got stuck in the sheep's neck, causing a small crack on the spot.

Things were not good, so the barbarian warriors would naturally go to the blacksmith with their knives to argue. It took several sheep to exchange for a knife, but in the end they just got this one back.

However, the blacksmith had no intention of returning the goods. No matter how angry the foreign rider was, the blacksmith insisted that his goods were fine.

"This is a knife I made with my own hands, how could there be something wrong with it?"

Facing the repeated questions from the foreign riders, the blacksmith became a little impatient.

"Where did it break? You give me something and show it to me."

When the foreign rider heard that the blacksmith was still arguing, he naturally wanted to argue with his reason, so he handed over the knife at that time.

Then there was only a click, and the foreign rider was found dead and dismembered on the spot.

The hot-tempered blacksmith proved with facts that there was nothing wrong with his craftsmanship.

But he couldn't continue to stay in this tribe after killing someone. The brother of the barbarian rider would come and hack him to death.So before anyone noticed, the blacksmith simply packed up his things and ran away overnight to another tribe.

As for the knife, the blacksmith didn't throw it away. It was still a commodity after all, and it might still be sold somewhere else.

The idea was a good one, and Du Chengfeng also felt that there was no harm in being frugal. The only drawback was that he had not yet seen the battle skills of those barbarians from the memory of this sword.

Since there is nothing wrong with the knife itself, it must have been sold to some warrior by the blacksmith, right?

"Why can't you kill a sheep with this knife!"

Another barbarian rider who bought the knife began to yell at the blacksmith.

The blacksmith originally wanted to rely on him, but the barbarian rider refused to let him go. These prairie men seemed to hate profiteers, and they had to catch the blacksmith to explain the matter clearly.

The blacksmith got tired of lifting the bar too much, so he simply took the knife again and raised his hand to swing it.

Dou Da's head fell to the ground, but the knife was still fine.

It's just this clan, but they can't stay any longer.

"……no."

Du Chengfeng already felt that something was wrong, but the journey of the blacksmith and the knife continued.

I don't know if the blacksmith was too unlucky, or this machete was too unlucky. The blacksmith passed by nine tribes and sold the knife nine times. Nine times he sold the knife, but none of them was safe.Every time, a buyer would come to raise an argument, and the blacksmith himself would be annoyed every time.

There are even times when the blacksmith himself regrets it afterwards, but at the moment when his temper arises, the blacksmith still holds the knife in his hand, but he can't resist the urge to chop it down.

"Ah this..."

After seeing all this, Du Chengfeng even thought that the blacksmith should just throw away the knife. Is it worth running around for such a piece of scrap metal?

Coincidentally, the blacksmith thought the same way, and after nine accidents in a row, even the pig realized that there was a problem.So the trembling blacksmith simply ran to a large tribe called the Qingyang tribe, hoping to find a famous witch to show him.

But just when the blacksmith was about to reach the gate of the great witch, a passing soldier directly took him into the camp.

It wasn't until he was imprisoned in the camp that the blacksmith knew that the Qingyang tribe was preparing to go south to grab food. Anyone taller than a wheel would go south. He was also unlucky. He came here at this time, and the knife that killed nine people was already stained. He has some ferocious blood, which makes him even more regarded as a warrior who has seen blood and killed people.

As for those blacksmiths of his, they have all been thrown aside by the soldiers.

The Qingyang Department does not need additional blacksmiths right now, and the craftsmanship that he thinks he can travel all over the world is meaningless here.

So he rode a horse and carried a knife, and the blacksmith rode south with the soldiers.Although he was a little panicked at first, the blacksmith soon realized that this might be his luck.It's just working hard, how can the income be compared to going to the south to plunder.

I heard that the south is different from the Mobei grassland. Not only is the climate warm and the products are rich, but the people in Nanchen are all rich, and the house is full of silk, silk, gold and silver treasures.This is a grab for him, what will he do in the future?

With this thought in mind, the blacksmith carried a machete and followed the armored general. He was the first group to rush into the Yang Family Fort, preparing to grab a big one.

Then, Du Chengfeng saw his own face in this memory.

"This……"

Du Chengfeng was silent for a while after regaining consciousness from his memory.

This time, he did not lose consciousness. The evil spirit on the scimitar seemed to be far from affecting his rationality, but the memory brought to him by the scimitar was somewhat toothache.

Especially when he saw the blacksmith being chopped off by himself, the subtle embarrassment made him immediately throw the knife aside.

Perhaps the biggest use of this knife is as a gift to relatives and friends. If you see someone who is not pleasing to the eye, you can give the knife to him, just to counter the bad luck of this knife. The person who gets this knife will have a happy life and a rich family.

However, after sharpening this unlucky scimitar, it's not like he has nothing to gain.

Although he failed to learn the battle martial arts that he wanted the most, he saw clearly the blacksmith's blacksmithing skills. In terms of human beings, Du Chengfeng has already seen the way.

"It's a good thing."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng turned his gaze to the weapon pile beside him.

This time, he could tell the pros and cons of those weapons at a glance.

Which ones looked mighty but were actually shoddy, and which ones didn't look good but were as commanding as one's own after using them. Du Chengfeng only glanced at the quality of these hundreds of weapons. At one glance, everything was clear.

But soon, Du Chengfeng's eyes stopped on an axe.

It was the best weapon among the bunch, and it was also the one that impressed Du Chengfeng the most.

It was the ax left behind by the armored general he killed.

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