In the Blade

After a night of sound sleep, Du Chengfeng woke up rubbing his head.

His head still ached slightly, which was the sequelae of drinking too much cheap wine. Even after washing his face, Du Chengfeng was still a little confused, but after a bowl of porridge, he recovered some vitality and became much more energetic.

It has been a while since he has been so relaxed, or rather, he has not been so relaxed for a long time.

The process of pursuing strength looks magnificent, but only Du Chengfeng himself knows how much hardship there is in it - the so-called way to become stronger has never been as simple as practicing some martial arts or defeating some powerful enemy, but countless days and nights of mental tension, always maintaining a state of combat readiness, even lying down to sleep, you have to keep your spirits out so that you can turn over and fight the enemy at any time when you feel those little things.

And now, he finally had a good sleep after a long time.

There is no need to be tense anymore, and no need to be ready to fight at any time. Now he finally has the right to sleep freely.

Perhaps this is the smallest unit of strength, just like in the dangerous natural world, only the large beasts at the top of the food chain are qualified to sleep wherever they want. They are too powerful and have no natural enemies, so there is no danger. Even if they lie there unconscious for a few hours, they will not lose their lives inexplicably.

"I just want to sleep..."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

When he was still a Taiping person, he could sleep soundly every time, but now he has to be so strong that he is not like a human to sleep peacefully. I really don't know whether he is crazy or the world is crazy.

Maybe this world is crazy, otherwise how can there be such a shitty thing as evil spirit.

Of course, the evil spirit is not completely useless. Just like now, when Du Chengfeng raised his sword and pointed it, the stone the size of a human head floated up again, jumping around him for a while, and circling in front of him, but it was as flexible as a cat or a dog.

While mastering this new technique, Du Chengfeng sipped cheap tea and enjoyed the sunrise that he had not seen for a long time.

There was no fighting, no bloodbath, no need to fight desperately, and no need to swing a knife to chop people, only relaxing quietness and peace.

This is called living, this is called life.

Yu Laoer got up a little late, and his body was much worse than Du Chengfeng now. In addition, he drank a lot last night, and almost all the hidden wine was taken out, which directly led to Yu Laoer's hangover being more serious than Du Chengfeng, and he was still a little staggering when walking.

But after waking up, Yu Laoer still found Du Chengfeng as soon as possible.

"Where did we talk about yesterday? I remember it was about defeating the grassland people's team..."

"Oh, it was that grassland national master."

Du Chengfeng vaguely remembered that there was such a thing.

Mainly, after drinking too much, there must be something to talk about. Yu Laoer has been in Lijia Village all his life, and there is nothing to say, so only Du Chengfeng can talk. As for the content, it is naturally his adventures in the past period of time-but he did not say that this is his own experience, after all, it would scare this farmer who can't even hear about killing.

He only said that these were heard from outside, from other people's experiences, just as a legendary story, Yu Laoer was happy to listen.

"Just can you stop telling the story of the big tree? I almost vomited after listening to it."

This is Yu Laoer's only opinion.

"Okay, then I'll talk about something else."

Du Chengfeng smiled.

"Let's not talk about the big tree, let's talk about the spirit turtle. It is said that a long time ago, there was an old turtle..."

"Stop, stop, that's enough, I don't want to listen anymore."

Yu Laoer immediately shook his head and said he didn't want to listen any more.

This also made Du Chengfeng, who was holding back his mischief, laugh out loud. He knew that this would be the result.

But halfway through laughing, Du Chengfeng was a little dazed.

When was the last time he laughed so happily?

It seemed that it was a long time ago.

"It's over..."

After a long time, Du Chengfeng sighed.

It was at this time that he realized that those fights and killings, those life-and-death struggles, were really over. Now he has mastered the power to make a living and has actually entered a new life.

Away from those fights and killings, there is only leisure and tranquility...

"Uh."

Looking at the stone floating in front of him, Du Chengfeng choked.

Well, even if he had the power to make a living, he couldn't sit still.

No matter how much he wanted to live a life away from fighting and killing, he had to admit that the experience of pursuing power had left a deep mark on him and even became a part of his life - just like when he faced the ruins before, he could obviously ignore it, but he still wanted to compete with it and practice some new skills from it.

He still wanted to turn this knowledge into power.

"Let's go!"

Du Chengfeng greeted Yu Laoer and prepared to continue today's work.

This time we are trying to replicate. If we can make one stone fly, then we should be able to make ten stones fly. And there are plenty of stones in that ruins. Du Chengfeng was even a little grateful to the gray pheasant. Although he didn't know where it ran to after chasing it all the way, it was under this fate that he found the possibility of further improvement.

That hilltop is simply his blessed land. He will definitely turn all the ruins into fertile fields.

This is also another way of training. What's the saying? You can practice while walking, sitting or lying down.

But just when Du Chengfeng was about to set off, Yu Laoer didn't move for a long time.

"What do you mean?"

Du Chengfeng came over.

"What happened?"

"The tool is broken."

Yu Laoer's face was quite ugly.

It turned out that the hoe and shovel were broken. There was a clear gap on the thick blade. Obviously, it was something hard that was encountered when cleaning the ruins on the hilltop yesterday. It was just that it was still dark when he came back, and he drank alcohol afterwards, so he didn't pay attention.

But this is no small matter, especially for Yu Laoer.

Although it is just an ordinary object, it is still two pieces of iron. If he goes to the town to make new ones, it will make him, who is not rich, even worse off. Of course, if he must use it, it is not impossible to use it, but such a thing will definitely affect the efficiency when used for work.

And there is another important reason why he does not want to change it.

These things are passed down to him by his deceased father.

"Is that so..."

Du Chengfeng scratched his head.

"Then I will try to fix it for you?"

"This... you can fix it?"

Yu Laoer couldn't help but raise his head.

The main thing is that Du Chengfeng, who is carrying a big knife, doesn't look like someone who can do this kind of work.

"I'll try, what if it works?"

As he said this, Du Chengfeng took out the whetstone.

Although he has no experience in sharpening farm tools, since they all have blades, it may be no different from sharpening knives.

Now he no longer needs to rely on sharpening to improve his strength, so the whetstone is just a reminder. He didn't expect that this old skill would continue to shine.

"Please make way first, don't block me from working."

Finding a bench and sitting down, Du Chengfeng removed the hoe and shovel from the pole and prepared to grind them carefully.

There are more than one notch on the blade. It can be seen that these tools have been used for a long time. It is only because the users cherish them that they have been used until now. However, the long years still make these tools inevitably age. When his fingers touch those old notches, he can even feel the memories and marks accumulated over the years.

"... Wait a minute?"

Du Chengfeng was stunned when he felt the familiar feeling.

Just grinding a farm tool, can you feel the memory?

Yes, it really can.

That was the memory of a young farmer. This young man looked a bit like Yu Laoer, but his face was more mature and he looked more honest. In order to make his work more efficient, the young man, known as Lao Yu, saved some money and asked the town blacksmith to make these two handy tools.

Then it was a very ordinary farming life, exactly the same as Yu Laoer.

When he first arrived, he was unfamiliar with the place and had limited money. Lao Yu couldn't afford to rent any good land, so he discussed with the local Li family and rented the farmland near the foot of the mountain. Although this was not a good start, Lao Yu believed that as long as he worked hard, everything would be fine.

And the fact is indeed so. The hardworking Lao Yu quickly gained a foothold in Lijia Village. In the following years, Lao Yu not only lived a better life, but even got a wife and took root in Lijia Village.

"Sure."

Even Du Chengfeng, as a bystander, admired Old Yu's tenacity. He was also a refugee, so he could understand the hardship. Although he had power now, if he had not accidentally embarked on this road of fighting, he might have been like Old Yu, and it would take him several years to earn a fortune in Yangjiabao.

No, he might even be worse than Old Yu. After all, he had the knowledge and ideas from when he was a Taiping person, and he also had the help of the kind-hearted Carpenter Li, and the blind refugees from Yangjiabao came to provide him with a lot of mental damage compensation, which made him feel like a fish in water in Yangjiabao.

But Old Yu had nothing and started from scratch.

It was really good for a refugee to achieve this. With his family business, Old Yu was able to talk to the local Li family and rent some land in a better location, or simply rely on his savings to do something easier to make money - just like what Du Chengfeng thought when he was still a refugee, if he continued to develop step by step, his life would always get better and better.

But what puzzled Du Chengfeng was that this capable Old Yu was stuck at this step.

Obviously, he had the ability to continue to develop, but Old Yu chose to give up and guarded the land at the foot of the mountain without moving a step - of course, Old Yu had thought about development, but his target was the mountain not far away.

Old Yu's plan was to open up wasteland.

"I want to dig the mountain, so that it will be safe to go to the fields in the future... As long as the mountain in front of us is gone, we can directly draw water from the river for irrigation, how convenient is that?"

This is how Lao Yu persuaded his family. He wanted his wife and children to understand what he was doing.

But in Du Chengfeng's eyes, this plan was a bit problematic no matter how he looked at it.

He was able to split the mountain and reclaim wasteland because he really could split the mountain. The biggest problem was not a problem for him. He just wanted to challenge himself in the follow-up processing. Even if he really didn't want to do the work of clearing the ruins, he could just carry a big knife and go to the nearby county government office and directly pull out a group of people to clean up the ruins.

But this Lao Yu...didn't have this power.

Lao Yu didn't have this amazing power, and he couldn't find anyone to help. He only had a hoe and a shovel, and only himself. How could he dig a mountain with just these things?

Why did he have to dig a mountain when it was obviously something that could be solved by just changing the place?

"Crazy, you are really crazy."

When Lao Yu went from youth to middle age, his wife finally couldn't stand this hopeless life anymore, gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, and simply went back to her parents' home.

But Lao Yu continued to dig, as if the mountain had some fascinating magic. Lao Yu dug from youth to middle age, and from middle age to old age. Even though the little savings in his hands had been consumed, even though his former wife had passed away, even though his hair was gray, he never stopped - fortunately, he did open up some fields, his son grew up, and was willing to support him, which made his progress faster.

But Lao Yu's body couldn't hold on after all.

After fighting with the mountain for a lifetime, Lao Yu finally fell at the foot of the mountain. When he was carried back home, he was already dead.

"Mountain, mountain..."

Even though his body was exhausted, Lao Yu still held the hoe tightly in his hand.

"Mountain..."

"Dad, I'm listening."

Old Yu's son, Yu Laoer, came over and held Old Yu's hand.

"I will dig the mountain away, I will open up the fields, even if I can't do it, my son, my grandson... I swear, one day, that mountain will be dug away!"

"Mountain, mountain..."

Old Yu seemed not to have heard Yu Laoer's oath, just looking at the direction of the mountain, constantly muttering, his voice getting lower and lower.

Yu Laoer couldn't hear the mosquito-like voice at all.

But Du Chengfeng heard it clearly.

What Old Yu said was clearly.

"The treasure in the mountain is mine."

The reason for the late update is that Hao Hou Mi Zi came over to celebrate the festival together. We talked about writing methods and ideas for a long time. After he fell asleep, I sorted out my mind again, so it was even later. I'm really sorry.

Because I haven't slept since yesterday, I will update two chapters first. I will post the second chapter after I finish writing. I will make up for the rest when I wake up during the day.

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I will continue to write, happy holidays everyone.