In the Blade

Home, what is it?

"As for home, let's have a place to put things."

While saying this, Du Chengfeng unfolded his saddle bag.

"Look, there are a lot more. I can't go out with such a lot of stuff every day, right? I have to have a place to put it."

"As for home... the place where I lived before."

When asked, Liu Bolun responded like this.

"It's useless for you to ask me about this thing. I left home to study when I was very young, so this thing is actually not that important to me. If I must say it, a place with wine is home. If there are two beauties Serve...hey, why are you pushing me?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense, we know the answer."

The two gatekeepers pushed Liu Bolun aside, then turned around and answered.

"Home is home. As the name suggests, there are treasures above and pigs below. There is a roof over the head to keep out wind and rain, and there is food on the plate so that you can eat and drink enough. This is home...just like when we were in Ziyang Academy, everyone's conditions are In fact, it’s not that good, but as long as these books left by the mountain chief are still there, the family will still be there.”

"That's true."

Old man Qian Yuqian on the side also smiled and nodded.

"What? You ask me? This...how should I put it? Maybe home is where your loved ones are."

"I like to hear what you say."

Old man Yang Xuanyang also came over.

"As long as the relatives are still there, the family will be there, and as long as the descendants of the Yang family are still there, my Yang family will definitely..."

"Old Zhang Yang, you'd better say less."

Seeing that his family members were dead, old man Qian Yuqian felt depressed. Even Du Chengfeng's face was a little worried. Liu Bolun, who sensed that the atmosphere was not right, quickly came out to smooth things over.

"Who is that? Xiao Cui, please answer this."

"May I ask?"

Cui Yuan, who was stopped, came to his senses.

"Family...I don't have much experience with this. After all, I lost my parents when I was very young. If I have to say what I think about home...that's probably it."

As he spoke, Cui Yuan raised his finger and pointed to the cart next to him.

On top of the cart, Carpenter Li, a wooden man, was leaning on a stick and watching his wife and two children eating. His face carved from wood was full of kindness.

"What? Are you asking me what my home is?"

The wooden man glanced at the stick in his hand, then at his wife and two children, before speaking slowly.

"Home... is home. It has a place to rest when they are tired, a place to sleep when they are sleepy, and when the children grow up and get tired from wandering outside, they can have a place to come back to."

"This...is true."

Hearing what the wooden man said, everyone couldn't help but nodded.

As the saying goes, a tired bird returns to its nest and a fallen leaf returns to its roots. No matter what differences everyone has in their understanding of home, in the final analysis, everyone has one thing in common about home.

That's where to go back.

The word home seems to have some kind of magic power. It is obviously not a solid fortress, but as long as you return home and close the broken door, all the wind and rain will be blocked out, and the dangers and fears will not be able to enter. Inside, no matter how hard or tiring you are outside, as long as you return home, you can always rest and be peaceful again.

"Then...go home!"

On top of the war horse, Du Chengfeng took the lead in waving his hand.

"go home!"

The group of refugees, numbering over a thousand people, burst into uniform cheers.

They have been wandering for so long, they have been wandering around for so long, they have almost forgotten what it is like to live and work in peace and contentment - and now, not far away, their new home is there.

In their lifetime, they finally have a home to return to.

"So...is this the wrong place?"

Looking at the small mountain col in front of them, the villagers began to scratch their heads.

"Isn't this kind of place not suitable for people to live in?"

"Why doesn't it fit?"

Du Chengfeng was a little embarrassed.

"Um...there are indeed better places nearby, such as going north to Liangzhou or Qizhou, or going east back to Dengzhou...but those places are already occupied by people, so it's not easy for us to go there and move there directly. Robbed it, right?"

"But a place like this..."

Seeing that the villagers were not easy to talk to, Liu Bolun thought for a while and finally spoke.

"This is not even a matter of terrain. This should be the Longchuan Mountains, right? You choose a place with not much flat land... You can't just go into the mountains, right? What's the difference between that and bandits? ?”

"Oh, you said this, this is actually easier to handle."

Saying this, Du Chengfeng simply turned over and dismounted, and then jumped up, flying directly into the air.

Immediately afterwards, he also pulled out the thick sword.

"Isn't it just land preparation? This is too good to say."

boom--

With one swing of the sword, the ground shook.

After the smoke and dust in the sky dissipated, the mountain col between the two peaks had been completely flattened, forming a huge valley. Although the valley was still full of vegetation and rocks, anyone who looked at it could already call it a mountain. It is a geomantic treasure land.

"Surrounded by mountains, it's easy to defend but difficult to attack. What's more, in such a remote place, even if you spend your brains outside, you can't imagine that there are still people living here."

This is Du Chengfeng's idea of ​​​​purchasing a property. The first priority is safety.

"As for water, I saw a river about ten miles away. I'll split the river and make a tributary. Who can dig a well? Help me find where there might be water. I'll blow the well out when I come back, or let Xiao Cui stab it a few times."

"This..."

Faced with Du Chengfeng's feat of splitting the mountain with one knife, the refugees were speechless for a long time.

Although they knew that Du Chengfeng was already very strong, they didn't expect him to be so strong. This feat of splitting the mountain with one knife could really be called a work of genius - but what shocked them even more was that this power could be used in this way.

Originally, in their cognition, a strong man like Du Chengfeng used power to kill people, such as taking the enemy's head from a chaotic army, or a single horse against a thousand in front of two armies. Power should be used at that time, and evil spirit can only be displayed at that time.

That is deadly iron, a knife that kills people, born to take lives.

But now...

Can this power be used like this?

Can this evil spirit not be used to kill people?

After seeing this shocking blow, something heavy weighed on their hearts. Even if this blow did not kill anyone, it was far more shocking than killing thousands or even tens of thousands of people.

"As long as you can think of it, you can do it."

Du Chengfeng fell from midair and put the knife back into the sheath.

"We will build our own home with our own hands."

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