in the edge

Chapter 37 The Knife Will Choose Its Master

At three o'clock, the moon is bright and the stars are thin.

Looking at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, Du Chengfeng was speechless and choked.

He swore that he really adjusted his work and rest this time, and even did some more training during the day in order to have a good night's sleep - but the result was just as he thought, he was exhausted after taking a shower , it just sticks to the pillow.

But no matter how much preparation he had made, he couldn't resist someone knocking on the door.

"Who is it!"

Du Chengfeng, who was woken up in the middle of the night, immediately became anxious.

He knew his own yard well, and there was no need for someone like Li Carpenter to knock on the door when he came. In other words, this must be some outsider disturbing his peaceful sleep.

What Du Chengfeng didn't expect was that the person who appeared at his door might not even have full capacity for civil conduct.

"What are you doing here again?"

Looking at Yang Sanlang in front of him, Du Chengfeng couldn't hold back his anger.

Why don't we just kill him with a knife? Anyway, this mental illness doesn't bother people once and for all.Although the heavy knife was inconvenient to use, he still had seventeen knives hanging on his body.

Although the weapons used by those robbers and gangsters were inferior weapons, they were just right for taking care of Yang Sanlang.

But just as Du Chengfeng was about to draw his saber to strike Yang Sanlang, Yang Sanlang in front of him knelt down with a plop.

"I was wrong about what happened before, you can kill or cut it up as you like!"

While saying this, Yang Sanlang pushed the golden mountain and knocked down the jade pillar, and kowtowed three times to Du Chengfeng.

"Every mistake is my fault alone and has nothing to do with the Jizhou Yang family, so even if it takes my life, I beg you to keep the ancestral sword of my Jizhou Yang family!"

"Ah this..."

Du Chengfeng was speechless.

Youdao didn't reach out to hit the smiling person. When Yang Sanlang was messing around with him before, he had the intention of killing him. Now that he was doing it so formally, he even knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him a few times. On the contrary, he It was a bit bad and I just stabbed him with a knife.

But even so, he is not the type to be kidnapped by morality. With just a few words, you want him to give up his most important fighting power, which is a bit like treating him as a mental illness.

"The knife will definitely not be given to you. Go back by yourself. If you don't go back, I will call your adults over."

"...Do you just look down on me that much?"

Hearing Du Chengfeng's words, he unabashedly treated him as an ignorant child, Yang Sanlang's face finally took on a hint of sadness and indignation.

However, facing the blushing Yang Sanlang, Du Chengfeng just nodded.

"Yes, indeed."

"you……"

Even though Yang Sanlang was already prepared to be humiliated, he couldn't help but clenched his fists subconsciously at this moment.

But before Yang Sanlang could say anything, he was slapped twice on the face.

"What's wrong with looking down on you? How many things have you done that people can look up to?"

While saying this, Du Chengfeng directly grabbed Yang Sanlang's collar.

"Open your mouth, ancestor, shut up, ancestor. If you really care about your ancestor, why don't you learn from your ancestor and take a knife to kill his reputation?"

"I, this, but..."

Yang Sanlang was stunned by two slaps and was speechless for a long time.

Get a knife?To put it lightly, the ancestral sword of his Yang family has been lost to others, so where can he get the sword?

"Still watching! Still watching!"

Seeing that Yang Sanlang was still looking into the room, Du Chengfeng slapped Yang Sanlang twice in the face.

"That's my knife! What are you looking at! Besides, it's just a butcher's knife. Can't you find it yourself?"

After two slaps, Du Chengfeng threw Yang Sanlang into the darkness in the distance.

"Learn from your ancestors! What a useless thing!"

Watching Yang Sanlang get up from the ground and leave in a daze, Du Chengfeng let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, after dealing with the swordsman Cui Yuan before, he became more and more proficient in dealing with mental illness.Facing such people with abnormal brains, confronting them head-on is a bit disgusting to me - so instead of collecting corpses at the door and washing the floor in the middle of the night, it is better to just follow the other person and throw the problem back, so that the mental illness will I ran aside to consume myself mentally, and I won’t show up again to annoy others.

"It's still early, let's catch up on some sleep."

With this in mind, Du Chengfeng closed the courtyard door and went back to his room to sleep.

Du Chengfeng could fall asleep here, but Yang Sanlang couldn't.

Four slaps were slapped on the face, causing burning pain on both cheeks.But compared to the pain on his face, what caused Yang Sanlang more pain was what he had just experienced.

He has obviously tried his best and tried his best to imitate his uncle Yang Xuan and become a mature person, so he is willing to steal, rob, and lie. He even imitates his uncle and bows to apologize and kowtows to apologize. He even risked his own life to be killed by others.He thought this might be useful. He thought he could do something for the Yang family in Jizhou.

But the facts proved that he could do nothing.

The words of that refugee are still lingering in his ears, maybe he is indeed a worthless coward.It is impossible for him to beat the refugee to get the knife back, and it is impossible for him to get the knife back from the refugee's hand. This is not something that can be solved by kneeling and kowtowing. The so-called face is meaningless.

There were traces of water on Yang Sanlang's clothes.

The heavy rain poured down, just like Yang Sanlang burst into tears.

Staggering in the rain, Yang Sanlang could no longer recognize the direction. He only knew that at this moment, he had no face to go back to Wubao. Just because of his wrong judgment, the Yang family had already lost face because of him. Even the ancestral sword fell into the hands of outsiders, how could he get it back?
"Why don't you just find a place and die."

In despair, Yang Sanlang was ready to end it all.

It was at this time that he suddenly discovered an old crooked neck tree on the side of the road.

A tree with a crooked neck, that is, the trunk is crooked, and a beam protrudes from the trunk, which is just right for hanging some rope or something—so Yang Sanlang untied his belt, used it as a sling, and hung it up for himself Go up.

But even if they are hung up, people will instinctively struggle when they are about to die. This has nothing to do with courage, it is purely an instinctive physiological reaction of the human body.

Then there was just a "click" sound, and Yang Sanlang and the half-split tree trunk fell to the ground.

Lying in the soft mud, Yang Sanlang couldn't help but feel more and more regretful. It was also the time when he threw a spear to death. It was obviously the time to sacrifice his life for righteousness, and it was obviously the time to die calmly like a man, but he did If you can't overcome your instinctive reaction, you won't even be able to die!

"I, ah, ah ah..."

Yang Sanlang wanted to look up to the sky and scream, but his hoarse throat could no longer make any sound.

Do you think Yang Sanlang could have been regarded as a hero back then, but now he has fallen to this level?Is it true that he is as hopeless as the refugee said?
"Ah ah ah ah..."

Yang Sanlang, who was kneeling on the ground, grabbed the soil on the ground hard, as if he could catch some hope in this way.

But even with this desperate grab, he really caught something.

"……Um?"

Feeling the touch in his hands, Yang Sanlang stood up subconsciously.

An old machete was pulled out of the mud by him.

"Why don't you learn from your ancestors and use a knife to gain fame?"

The words of the refugee just now were still lingering in Yang Sanlang's ears.

Looking at the scimitar washed by the rain in his hand, Yang Sanlang was convinced.

The ancestors of the Yang family in Jizhou are still protecting their descendants.

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