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Chapter 26 The Road Not Envisioned

This time, Du Chengfeng finally had a rough understanding of his current strength.

Perhaps he is not as weak as he imagined, although as a Taiping person, he always felt that he was a pacifist who had never fought much, and he could even be said to be a weak scholar, but judging from the results, at least he had fought Won the master of swordsmanship who practiced swordsmanship for 15 years and even killed people like hemp.

In other words, after rounding up, it is equivalent to him having practiced swordsmanship for 15 years and killing people like crazy.

"Maybe I'm not as weak as I thought?"

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but look down at the big knife in his hand.

Although he said this, Du Chengfeng knew in his heart that the big sword accounted for at least ninety percent of the reason why he was able to break the sword with one blow.

To put it bluntly, it was the knife that was stronger, not him.

"Still too weak, I'm still too weak."

Whenever he thinks of He Xiqing's demon-like inhuman figure, Du Chengfeng always has a heavy feeling in his heart. Can he really survive in the face of such a terrifying monster?

Perhaps this is not a problem that needs to be specially thought about, he must survive.

After all, if you die, you are really dead.

"So do you want to die or live?"

With the broadsword on his shoulder, Du Chengfeng turned back and looked at Cui Yuan in front of him.

"Since you have attacked me twice, you must be prepared yourself, right?"

"Ah, ah ah ah..."

Contrary to Du Chengfeng's expectation, Cui Yuan at this moment had no intention of even talking to him.

Just looking at the broken sword in his hand, he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

"I, ah, Master, ah, Chengfeng, why are you..."

"..."

Du Chengfeng suddenly had a bad feeling.

If he remembers correctly, he has an impression of a similar situation. It was not long ago, on a dark and windy night, a spear...

"Du Chengfeng! Give me back the knife!"

Just as Du Chengfeng was recalling, a hoarse shout suddenly came from outside.

"Du Chengfeng! Kill me! Du Chengfeng... don't stop me! Don't stop me! I won't go back! I'm not sick! I'm very healthy!"

The voice had only shouted twice before there was a commotion from outside the courtyard, and after a burst of tearing and fighting, the courtyard returned to silence.

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but sigh after listening to the whole process.

He can be sure that he really didn't do anything. God knows why Yang Sanlang became like this.

And now, Cui Yuan in front of him seemed to be coming soon.

"First of all, you stop for a moment."

Du Chengfeng thought for a while and decided to admonish Cui Yuan for his behavior first.

There was no other reason, but the main reason was because of the bad name given to the sword, Chengfeng opened his mouth and Chengfeng closed his mouth, making him always think he was calling himself.

"Then, the sword has been sharpened. If you want to fight with me, I have already finished fighting with you. You see, it's not too early. Shouldn't you..."

"just kill me."

Before Du Chengfeng could finish speaking, Cui Yuan fell to the ground in a daze.

"I lost, you kill me."

"you……"

Du Chengfeng slapped himself on the head.

He knew it, he knew it, just now he felt that something was wrong, and in the end he still choked out such a sentence.

If he killed him, there was no reason at all. After all, Cui Yuan shot him twice just now, so if he killed him, he would kill him. What's more, if there is no reason, Cui Yuan happened not to be wearing a hat today, so he was also killed. Good excuse.

But after thinking about the trouble of cleaning the floor, especially the hard work of cleaning up blood stains and disposing of corpses, Du Chengfeng gave up the idea.

In order to kill a mental patient, he has to do housework all morning, which is too much for the gain.

What's more, he just learned a whole set of sword skills from this psychopath.

"So why don't you leave quickly? Don't you still have to fight someone?"

Du Chengfeng thought about it, and finally found a reason to drive him away.

"Go quickly, that sharp knife is waiting for you."

"Duel? Haha, duel..."

After hearing Du Chengfeng's words, Cui Yuan, who fell to the ground, just shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Duel, yes, he does still have a duel to fight, but is he really qualified to fight in that duel now?
Losing, he lost so thoroughly for the first time, thanks to the fact that he still wanted to see that knife, and see the strength of that knife, but who would have thought that with just one knife, just one knife, everything about him would be lost. reduced to nothing.

Whether it's his hard work, his sweat, or his hard-working sword moves that have been honed for more than ten years, even the sword that his master gave him, this good sword that hasn't broken its mouth and rolled its blade for 15 years, unexpectedly... …

"Ride the wind, ride the wind!"

Cui Yuan cried loudly while holding the broken sword.

The miserable voice made Du Chengfeng's scalp tingle.

Clenching his fists tightly, Du Chengfeng finally kicked him. He really couldn't hear people mourning in front of him, even shouting his name.

"Cheer up! You have to get up!"

Two slaps were slapped on Cui Yuan's face, and Du Chengfeng's eyes widened in anger.

"Isn't it just that the sword is broken? Can't you just replace it with another one?"

"Haha, hahaha..."

Cui Yuan, who was holding the broken sword, just smiled foolishly, his face stained with tears as if he was crazy.

"The sword is broken, the sword is already broken, how can I change it, what can I change it..."

"You wake up!"

Two more slaps were slapped on Cui Yuan's face, but Du Chengfeng didn't know what to say for a while.

If he were an uninformed outsider, he could naturally say some nice words, but after sharpening the Chengfeng Sword, he already knew how important this sword was to Cui Yuan.

Both of his parents died, and the master who raised him also left after giving him this sword. For 15 years, Cui Yuan only had this sword with him. They ate, lived, and practiced together. Such a deep relationship, even if it is this It is not an exaggeration to say that the sword belongs to Cui Yuan's biological father.

But now, this father, who represents everything, has been cut off with a single knife.

No matter how successful Cui Yuan is in swordsmanship, facing such a huge blow, he will still...

"correct!"

Du Chengfeng suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Have you ever thought that this is also part of the practice?"

"……what?"

Cui Yuan, whose face was full of tears, suddenly froze.

"What did you say?"

"I said, this is also part of spiritual practice."

Du Chengfeng held Cui Yuan's shoulders firmly.

"If the sword is broken, is it no longer a sword?"

"The sword is broken, is it still a sword?"

Cui Yuan was confused for a while when asked.

"If the sword is broken, is it still a sword?"

"Don't ask me, go back and think for yourself."

Patting Cui Yuan on the shoulder, Du Chengfeng helped him up from the ground.

Then he supported him all the way and sent the swordsman out of the small courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, the courtyard door was slammed shut.

Leaning his back against the door, Du Chengfeng let out a sigh of relief, and at least after a meal, he finally got rid of the mental illness and could have a good night's sleep.

After all, he had more important things to do after waking up.

Cui Yuan's sword brought him a very important inspiration, and he needed to try some unimagined paths.

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