in the edge

Chapter 27
At four quarters, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

Sitting up from the bed, Du Chengfeng, who had slept all day, was already full of energy, but he was not in a hurry to get up, but recalled what he saw when he was sharpening his sword.

It's not the sword moves that have been polished to the extreme by Cui Yuan, but Cui Yuan's behavior itself.

Du Chengfeng didn't know who Cui Yuan's teacher was, but Du Chengfeng found the way that person educated Cui Yuan very interesting - after all, for any ordinary person, after the teacher left, there was no one to supervise him. He would soon slack off in his studies, but Cui Yuan was completely different. He could persist in training three thousand swords a day for 15 years, and the perseverance he showed was truly admirable.

This is no longer just practicing swordsmanship, it is simply practicing treating oneself as a sword.

"Yes! This is it!"

In an instant, Du Chengfeng caught this fleeting inspiration.

That's it, that's what inspired me during the day. Although Du Chengfeng didn't know how to practice martial arts, he knew how to sharpen a knife - in other words, if pushing the blade on the whetstone again and again can be regarded as polishing the blade... …

Can the act of wielding three thousand swords every day also be regarded as polishing oneself?

Is it to polish your body?Or sharpen your will?For the time being, Du Chengfeng couldn't tell the difference, or maybe both.

But none of that matters.

The important thing is that this inspiration opened the door to a new world for Du Chengfeng's thinking.

"Since knives can be sharpened, can people sharpen them?"

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng turned over and got out of bed, and picked up the thick knife.

Under the moonlight, Du Chengfeng raised the sword high and then slashed it down.

This can't even be called a move, it's just a chopping force. The original owner of this knife, Fatty Yang, chopped off countless pig heads with one knife in this way.

"He must have made mistakes before."

While waving the knife, Du Chengfeng thought of Fatty Yang's big face.

Although Fatty Yang was already able to cut off a pig's head with this sword when he first met him, Fatty Yang must have gone through a lot of hard training before that.

Mistake after mistake, adjustment after adjustment.

Remember the position of the bone seams again and again, and correct the feel again and again.

What is right?Fatty Yang may have been confused too, just like Cui Yuan who wields three thousand swords every day, are those three thousand swords all right?

No, I have missed it, and I have been confused. After all, although there are only those sword moves, whether you can do it or not is another matter.But because of this time after time of polishing and correction, those rough edges and blunt mouths will become sharper, and those basic sword moves will become sharper, enough to kill.

Just like after Fatty Yang got the big knife.

With a swing of the knife, the pig's head fell down.

The blade traveled between the bones, not cutting or slicing.

"call……"

Exhaling a breath, the thick blade swam across the wooden table next to him.

At this moment, Du Chengfeng completed his first polishing of himself.

Putting away the big knife, Du Chengfeng turned around and walked lightly.

And half of the wooden table behind him slid to the ground silently.

Made a muffled sound.

Following the inspiration he had just grasped, Du Chengfeng kept walking all the way to the warehouse.

This is the place where a large pile of weapons are stored, one part is the scimitar commonly used by the barbarians, and the other part is the Guduo warhammer commonly used by the prairie people - it is said to be a warhammer, but in essence it is just a cast iron spike hitting the head It's just mounted on a wooden stick, and some careless ones even use bones.

There was a time when Du Chengfeng didn't know how to polish these bones. After all, these things have no point or edge, just an iron head. If you want to use a whetstone to touch it, there is no way to handle it.

But thinking about it now, is what he needs to use really a whetstone?

Just like when he was grinding his body just now, does he really want to use the whetstone to rub against his body?

No, obviously not.

When he wields a broadsword, that broadsword and that style of cooking a pig are the whetstone for polishing him.

So, if you want to polish it, do you need to use a stone?
"Maybe try this."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng found a piece of buckskin and came out.

Soft deerskin is often used to wipe weapons, but now, Du Chengfeng squatted down and used this piece of deerskin to gently wipe the blood stains on the war hammer in his hand, feeling every pattern on the war hammer, Every bump, every open or dark crack.

Every crack is the pattern of the story.

Along with the wiping process, Du Chengfeng seemed to see the military life of a prairie warrior.

The poor prairie man couldn't afford a sword that required a lot of iron, so he could only buy some iron and put it on a wooden stick to make the cheapest weapon - but no matter how crude the weapon was, it was enough. Breaking the bones and cracking the head is enough for him to follow the leaders to conquer here and there to save some wealth for himself.

However, when the prairie warrior participated in several raids and finally could afford a sword, he found that he had already gotten used to the bone in his hand.

A sharp blade will wear out after just a few hits, but a hard bone will remain the same no matter how many times it is hit.A cheap warhammer that can be seen everywhere is like the life of every prairie warrior. Those who can grow up in the cold wind are no longer afraid of any hardships, just because those who are weak have already died in the wind.

So only the strong survived.

"We deserve it all!"

In the big camp full of steppe warriors, they raised their arms and shouted.

"We deserve it all!"

In front of the crowd, the man named He Xiqing was also shouting loudly.

"Why do we have to endure hardship! Why do we have to suffer from the cold! Why do our old people and children have to die in the cold wind! Why do disasters always happen to us! Why!"

"We also need to eat food! We also need to live in big houses! We also need warm land! We also need to live!"

"We have to live!"

The grassland warriors looked at the man named Hexi Qing with fanaticism in their eyes.

At this moment, the man named He Xiqing lowered his arm.

"Bring your weapons and practice your skills well."

“What God doesn’t give us, we take it ourselves.”

With this order, the prairie warriors went to their formation one after another. They would drive to the south one by one, to the place where those weak Chen people lived, and use their weapons and weapons to fight against them. A life that even the cold wind can't kill, got everything they wanted from the cowardly Chen people.

As the original owner of this war hammer, the prairie warrior was incorporated into He Xixuan's team. This prairie warrior was quite excited. He knew that He Xixuan was the younger brother of He Xiqing and could be in this team. Experience means that he is very likely to be selected into He Xiqing's personal guard army and become an eagle soaring under the blue sky.

But what the prairie warrior didn't expect was that He Xixuan, a man as strong as a giant snow bear, would be decapitated in a single encounter.

Immediately afterwards, Du Chengfeng saw his face in this memory.

　I settled down the friend who came to live with stomach bleeding, and I can update it at a normal pace. In addition, I would like to thank the book friend 202207313125419467 for the recommendation ticket. Everyone’s support is the driving force for me to move forward, thank you everyone.

　　Also, please collect the new book and recommend it, thank you Du Kang.

　　


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