in the edge

Chapter 451 New Attractions

Facing Du Chengfeng with his sword raised high, of course the sturdy man would not just sit back and wait for death.

Of course, strictly speaking, it is not a death. After all, Du Chengfeng was aiming at the knife and not the person. But this time, the burly man refused to let the sword be hit by the knife anyway, so the two of them went one I chased one and ran around the inn three times.

After three laps, both of them felt that this was too imbecile and sat back down.

"You don't even use a knife anymore? Why are you still thinking about my knife?"

The burly man who sat back was breathing heavily. It was not because he was tired. He had run around the inn three times and it was not enough to make him tired. What really shocked him was the cook in front of him, who looked like he didn't want to fight just now. , why do you suddenly take action as soon as you say so?

"Don't you all have a judge's pen? Isn't that enough?"

"...I actually still like to use knives."

Although he said so, Du Chengfeng had no idea of ​​​​cutting anymore. After all, just as this sturdy man said, he won even if he won. The so-called best sword in the world was actually just that. That's all.

The Judge's Pen in his hand was actually similar. Although Yuan Zhixian had used it to kill everyone before he was dead, even with such a powerful weapon in his hand, Yuan Zhixian was still beaten to death by him.

"How much does this iron whip cost? Make a price!"

Only a master of this sword can see what the marks on the iron whip mean.

"This, this knife..."

"It doesn't matter, heroes don't ask where they come from."

But for a strong man who can rival him in combat power, he doesn't want to be famous all over the world, but he just stays in a small town like this and cooks. This is really...

"Anyway, sorry for bothering you."

And the fact is exactly as Du Chengfeng thought. This tough man didn't want to give his name at the moment - if he wins, leaving a reputation is naturally a matter of saving face. Even if he loses, he will be hacked to death. , leaving a name can be regarded as leaving a trace for yourself in this world, but in this situation...

Putting the sword aside, Du Chengfeng continued to entertain the tall man in front of him. Even though he still didn't know the other person's name, he had no idea of ​​asking further.

Du Chengfeng's eyes immediately lit up.

Compared with the weapons as external manifestations, the power that can truly shape these weapons is something worth studying.

"What are you waiting for? Washing dishes."

"...why not wine?"

"I'll get you a new one later. Let's hang it at the door. After all, this mark does have some meaning. Hanging it up may also attract customers."

Maybe this is because everyone has his own ambitions.

Seeing the burly man disappearing from sight, Du Chengfeng greeted the young man, and the two of them cleared the table together and washed away the dishes and chopsticks - and after that, Du Chengfeng also took the young man with him. He took the iron whip he was holding.

With that said, Du Chengfeng hung the iron whip at the door of the inn.

The burly man finally didn't hold back. After all, these words looked like a toast.

An iron whip with knife marks is already a bit dangerous to use. After all, the scratches on it are quite sharp. If it rubs against the skin, blood will easily appear.

The burly man trotted away from the inn without even entering the town. He rushed directly across the Backflow River and soon disappeared.

That's indeed okay, and it can't even be calculated as okay. Even by extremely picky standards, the chef in front of me can't find any major faults in his cooking skills.

"Although the world is big, but with your abilities, we will eventually meet again one day. When that time comes, I must let you learn my sword skills."

"Don't wait for another day, just do it today. Just pull out the knife and let me chop it once, just one knife... Hey, why are you running away?"

"Needless to say, it's all in the soup."

Obviously, no matter from which angle, this sturdy man who looks like a master has somewhat subverted their cognition.

Standing in front of the iron whip is a swordsman. Just looking at the cocoon at the tiger's mouth, you can tell that this is a good swordsman.

"Anyway...hey, forget it. Since you don't want your knife to be stabbed so much, I won't force it."

"Are my skills good?"

Winning does not count as winning, and losing does not mean death. It would be a bit too embarrassing to announce your name at this time.

Du Chengfeng casually talked about the situation to relieve the big man's embarrassment.

The sturdy man was speechless.

If the other party wants to say something, he will naturally say it. If the other party doesn't want to say it, then asking is in vain. Anyway, he has gained some new knowledge, and this sturdy man has also gained a meal, and everyone has gained what they want. If you want it, then it can be called a feast for the host and the guest.

Du Chengfeng and the nameless boy were left alone, staring at each other with big eyes.

From this perspective, the so-called best weapon in the world does not seem to be worth pursuing.

Du Chengfeng said it was natural.

At the beginning, people didn’t react much to the iron whip. Although the locals who came to eat were still a little confused, they didn’t get too entangled in the matter - after all, many restaurant stores these days have hanging decorations. In the custom of hanging some swords, guns, swords and halberds, there are not a few people who only hang an iron whip like this. Although it is a bit strange, it is still within the scope of everyone's understanding.

"..."

"Because the soup tastes better."

However, after those outsiders came, the situation changed somewhat.

"really?"

After taking the last sip of soup, the tall man put down the bowl upright, and then bowed slightly to Du Chengfeng.

The two of them were talking about this while holding soup bowls. What's going on?

"This is not for sale."

Seeing someone asking a question, the young man squatting next to the iron whip stood up.

"But you can stand here and watch it, or you can live here and watch it slowly. Two copper plates per hour. If you add two more copper plates, you can also touch it."

"I... I'll guarantee the whole day!" The knife-wielding charlatan took out the money so decisively, as if he had encountered some huge bargain.

This also made the young man dumbfounded. You must know that he originally thought that the burly man slashed with the sword because he wanted to default on the debt. Who would have thought that the iron whip would actually become more valuable after being slashed, and this was obvious. It is also a continuous income.

And it turned out that this young man's thinking was still a bit too conservative. After knowing that this inn could actually observe the sword intention left by the master, many swordsmen came over, even if they couldn't learn this subtle skill. It is also a good thing to be able to understand something else with one knife.

This kind of observation lasted for seven days, until the town government officials also noticed this place, so the amateur boy was naturally removed to the side, and replaced by two government officials holding water and fire sticks standing next to the iron whip, collecting tickets one by one.

The government officials were very professional in collecting tickets. They not only raised the viewing price to ten copper coins, but also planned different seats according to distance. Even if the post station could only get 30%, the income was far higher than the young man himself before. It was too much when collecting money.

And things are relatively simple. There is no need for anyone to watch at the station, you just need to wait for the accounts to be divided.

And this unknown boy can be regarded as getting the first dividend in his life.

"It... can be so easy to make money?"

The young man was dumbfounded. Although his family had some wealth in Yangzhou before, he was still earning dead wages at the post station. Suddenly he had a big bag of dividends and even follow-up output, which made him feel dizzy. .

The main thing is that this matter is completely different from what he thought. To make money, doesn't it need to be earned by working?
"Because someone has already done the work for you."

Hearing the boy's doubts, Du Chengfeng, who had nothing to do, simply explained casually.

"That swordsman, the one you said was a freeloader, the knife he left behind was his work, and the ticket price you charge now is because of his knife."

"But, but..."

The young man still couldn't figure it out, or he didn't want to admit it.

He works all day long and earns all his hard-earned money, but that sturdy man can bring such huge profits just by leaving this knife casually - this is a bit too outrageous no matter how you look at it, he knows There will definitely be a gap, but is it that much of a difference?
"It's still okay."

Seeing that the young man was still a little confused, Du Chengfeng continued.

"After all, he left not only traces, but also the knowledge corresponding to the traces... In fact, this can't just count the current knife. In fact, you also need to consider how much he went to in order to be able to make this knife. What kind of efforts have been made?”

"It's just a chop, what else can you do..."

Halfway through the words, the young man choked back.

Anyone can say cheap words, but if he were to do this by himself, he really couldn't do it, just because this thing can't be done with just one knife. If you want to make such a knife, you must at least be like He has to be as strong as that sturdy man - As for how strong that sturdy man is, he has roughly seen it. It is far stronger than any golden sword man or Jianghu swordsman he has ever seen. .

It is such a rare strong man who left traces, or knowledge, on the iron whip. So such a trace seems to be extremely valuable?
"This……"

The nameless boy felt that he vaguely understood something.

But it was only vague. If he had to describe this feeling himself, he actually didn't know how to describe it.

He only knew that becoming stronger seemed to be an extremely valuable thing.

So, how do you become stronger?
"Um……"

Thinking like this, the young man's eyes turned to Du Chengfeng.

If that burly man was one of the strongest among many martial arts masters, then Du Chengfeng, who defeated the strong man, was undoubtedly the stronger one - it was a pity that the other party had no intention of actually teaching, and just let him teach him every day. Beating the body and beating people were not even mentioned at all.

Although the young man didn't know much about the battle itself, hanging around with the gangsters in the backyard all day long had already taught him that fighting and training were two different things.

Training is what he is doing now, to strengthen his body and prolong his life, just like he is now. After being malnourished due to fleeing, he has become better among his peers in the town after taking exercise and dietary supplements. He can be considered strong - but in the ordinary days when teenagers play around, he still can't do anything well.

As for the reason, he has also consulted the masters in the backyard, and the conclusion given by those masters is that the method of training is the method of practice, and the method of fighting is the method of fighting.

"Practice is to strengthen oneself, and all that energy is used on oneself, that's about it."

The young man still remembered that when he asked about this matter, Wang Tonggong, who had the most solid foundation, showed him a punching gesture.

"Look, your muscles are all bulging. They look big, right? But that's the problem... Let's put it this way, you have used all your energy on yourself, so how much energy do you have left to put out to fight? Where are the people?”

This is also one of the differences between playing and practicing. After all, playing is only when you hit someone.

As for another difference...

"You can just practice it yourself. There is no explanation for this."

The young man still remembers what the old liar Hu Sanbian said.

"But in terms of fighting style, have you ever thought about how you can hit people?"

This is also the biggest difference between playing and practicing. When practicing, I always feel that I can match up with the opponent, but when it comes to fighting, the opponent will definitely not follow the routine - for example, the jungle fight between teenagers is the most popular. A common situation is that while the opponent is running in front, he turns around to spit or throw clods of soil. At this time, no matter how strong he is, what's the use?

The young man himself was once disgusted by this move. He couldn't catch up with him, couldn't touch him, and felt uncomfortable no matter how hard he hit him.

"so……"

Thinking of this, the young man smiled at Du Chengfeng.

"Can you teach me..."

"No."

Du Chengfeng refused without even listening.

"I can teach you to strengthen your body, but I won't teach you to fight. Don't think that I don't know about that when you're not working. Why can't you learn more when you have time to fight with those kids? Can you read and write? I remember you didn’t study?”

It was indeed because he had gone to school, or it could be said that this young man was more enthusiastic about the free life he was living now.

But if Du Chengfeng doesn't teach him, there's nothing he can do. As for going to the masters in the backyard to learn how to fight, he'll probably be pinned right away - so if he can't learn how to fight, he can only go back to the door and continue. Come to the waiting room.

The waiter's work has been quite busy recently. After all, because of the iron whip, more people have come to Sanshan Town recently, and many people have even chosen to stay in hotels, which has increased the number of waiters. The workload made the young man complain for a while.

However, at this time, he saw an acquaintance among those watching the iron whip.

It was the Jingtao Sword King who had had a chance encounter with him.

(End of this chapter)