in the edge

Chapter 55 The Blade of Fortune
Traces of the past are buried in the dirt on the handle of the knife, and shadows of the past are left in the blood stains on the blade.

Along with grinding and scrubbing, Du Chengfeng also gradually felt everything that this unlucky scimitar had experienced.

After he buried this knife under the Crooked Neck tree, someone came and dug it up once. However, Du Chengfeng buried it very deep at that time, so the unlucky scimitar was not dug out, so the man only dug it out. I was able to cover all the soil back and left cursing.

Du Chengfeng could feel that this was the knife seller who sold him seventeen knives and gave him an old robe for nothing, but what made Du Chengfeng puzzled was how did this person know that there was a knife buried under the tree? knife?
It's not very understandable, and this unlucky scimitar didn't bring him any answer.

However, the soil where the scimitar was buried was soft when the knife seller digged it. It was precisely because of this that when Yang Sanlang found the tree with a crooked neck and wanted to hang himself but failed to die, he could easily remove the machete from the soil. The knife came out.

In a sense, this can also be regarded as the fate between Yang Sanlang and this knife.

On the night that Yang Sanlang took the scimitar, the Yang family's ancestral hall caught fire. God knows how the fire started. Even with the downpour, the Yang family's ancestral hall was burnt down.And a few days later, the barbarians from the prairie went south in a big way, and the entire Yangjiabao was about to abandon their ancestral property and flee all the way to seek refuge.

If it was an insider like Du Chengfeng, he would have thrown the scimitar away on the spot.No matter whether it was buried, sent to the enemy, or even thrown into the wilderness, he would never keep this thing in his hands no matter what.

But Yang Sanlang regarded this scimitar as a blessing from his ancestors.

The scimitar under the tree, in Yang Sanlang's eyes, is the blessing of the ancestors, and the ancestral hall is on fire, in the eyes of Yang Sanlang, it becomes the enlightenment of the ancestors - in Yang Sanlang's view, it is not just a simple fire, It was the ancestor of the Yang family, the famous general Yang Huchi reminded him in the dark, not to continue to rely on the pride of his ancestors, but to use the scimitar in his hand to open up a way forward for the Yang family.

In a sense, Du Chengfeng knew this ancestor of the Yang family, so he could be sure that Fatty Yang would definitely not be able to tell such nonsense revelations.That fat man who butchered a pig would only dote on his offspring, and never let his offspring fight hard.

Du Chengfeng even suspected for a while that he didn't kill Yang Sanlang with a single knife before, and he was also influenced by Fatty Yang, or that thick and heavy knife.

But obviously, no matter how he questioned it, this Yang Sanlang has already completed logical self-consistency.

Especially after the grassland barbarians came over.

"This is the test my ancestors gave me!"

Yang Sanlang firmly believed in this.

As for why it was a test for him, of course it was because Du Chengfeng didn't follow the team.

After losing Du Chengfeng, the strongest fighting force, everyone in Yangjiabao always needs someone to lead the young and strong, take care of the old and young, and when encountering any danger, there must always be someone who can step forward to deal with it. After all, Yang Xuan's tricks The method of reasoning with people may be okay in Nanchen, but facing the barbarians in the north who do not understand the language, if they want to go up and reason, they will only be hacked to death.

After all, in this chaotic world, the sword and gun in hand are the most simple language.

Therefore, a group of people simply selected generals from among the dwarfs and tried to find the one who could fight the best.

In the end, the person who was selected was actually Yang Sanlang.

Although everyone is in a subtle mood, it is true that only Yang Sanlang is the most capable at the moment.Not to mention anything else, when it comes to killing people, only Yang Sanlang dares to be ruthless.

So, after simply reorganizing the team, Yang Sanlang once again became the leader of more than 50 young and strong.

"This is it! It's long overdue!"

At this moment, Yang Sanlang was extremely comfortable. He felt that his ancestors still cared for him, and his opportunity finally came - although the Yang family lost their ancestral land, Du Chengfeng who was on his head was gone.At this moment, he is no longer a crazy waste who only knows bad things, he has once again become the mainstay of the Yang family.

It was at this time that the convoy, which had just set off for a short time, encountered a group of prairie Huqi.

Most of the prairie barbarians in fur coats were light cavalry, obviously they were scout horses placed outside by the army. If these cavalry went back to report the news, the convoy would really die on the road.

"We must take action immediately!"

At this moment, Yang Sanlang believed his own judgment, and directly greeted seven or eight young men who could ride horses, and several of them rushed over with their horses and whips.

It's too late, but it's fast, Yang Sanlang and his group of horses passed by those grassland barbarians in just an instant.

Not one of the Hu Renqingqi fell off their horses, but on Yang Sanlang's side, all of them had been chopped down to the ground.

Several young and strong men had been seriously injured and fell to the ground, leaving only wails of pain. Even Yang Sanlang himself broke an arm when he fell - but he was the only one who could be considered to have a positive record, just because when he fell In front of the war horse, the scimitar swung in panic just cut the neck of a barbarian Qingqi.

Although it was just a slight scratch, most of the Hu man's neck was opened, enough to show the sharpness of the scimitar.

The death of one of his own people naturally shocked the prairie barbarians, but what shocked these prairie barbarians even more was the weakness of Yang Sanlang and his party.

"You're at this level, and you dare to charge at us?"

These prairie Qingqi didn't quite understand where the courage of these southerners came from, but after thinking about it, these prairie Qingqi didn't bother to understand anything.

Anyway, it was just a fleeing convoy, and it happened to be killed.

So, when Yang Sanlang fled all the way back to the range of the convoy, more than [-] prairie Qingqi rode up and surrounded them on horseback. One by one, the prairie Qingqi with scarlet eyes waved their scimitars in their hands. I have seen this posture.

"Run! Run!"

In the end, the old Yang Xuan made his decision, but with that yell, a flying bone directly smashed his knee.

Yang Xuan was seriously injured and fell on the car, and the heavy responsibility of guiding the team fell on Yang Sanlang.So after hastily identifying a direction, Yang Sanlang called the convoy to run away.

How could the draft horse pulling the cart outrun the horses of the prairie people? The convoy was soon overtaken. In just a moment, many people were struck by scimitars and fell off the cart.

At this time, Yang Xuan, who had passed out from a coma, barely woke up.

"I don't want anything! Human life is important!"

The old Yang Xuan once again made a judgment, which directly caused another bone to be thrown, breaking his only good leg left.

But the price of this leg is meaningful after all. As more and more food supplies are being thrown away, more and more gold and silver treasures are being thrown to the roadside, those prairie Qingqi with scarlet eyes are indeed hesitant. For a moment—although it was only a moment of hesitation, it finally gave the convoy a chance to escape the pursuit.

"But which direction are we going?"

Yang Xuan who woke up slowly looked at the gradually brightening sky, feeling a little confused.

"Sanlang, what direction are you taking?"

"West side!"

Yang Sanlang vowed.

"I'm not mistaken, this is really Xi..."

Before they finished speaking, all the remaining people in the convoy saw the rising sun in the distance.

Obviously, under normal circumstances, the sun does not come out from the west.

What they walked was actually a way back.

"This……"

Everyone in the convoy couldn't help but look at each other in blank dismay.

The road was wrong, but it is impossible to go back with the pursuit of soldiers. After recalling the ferocity of the twenty or so prairie light cavalry, they finally had to return to Yangjiabao the same way.

As for the strange misfortunes that occurred during the journey, such as the car falling into a ditch, or the horse being sprained in the leg, there is no need to say more. Anyway, after all these difficulties and dangers, everyone who was supposed to escape from Yangjiapu , finally returned to the place where the dream began.

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"Um……"

Du Chengfeng was speechless for a long time.

This matter was indeed somewhat beyond his expectations.

"It's Yang Sanlang who is greedy for merit..."

This time, even Li Carpenter, who was always good-tempered, couldn't help cursing.

"If it wasn't for him, the folks wouldn't have died so many people!"

"……Hard to say."

Du Chengfeng's expression was a little subtle.

That's really hard to say, after all, these red-eyed prairie light cavalry are obviously He Xiqing's subordinates, and according to what he learned from the Hu people's weapons before, only He Xiqing will indulge his prairie warriors and let them use swords Shaqi to strengthen oneself.

In other words, this will allow these light cavalry to report back, and then the convoy will usher in a certain death.

But now, because Yang Sanlang behaved too stupidly and weakly, those prairie Qingqi who were originally used to detect horses gave up reporting the message and instead chose to kill them directly - after all, these twenty or so prairie Qingqi could really do this. , They killed Yang Sanlang and his party as easily as killing rabbits.

But Yang Sanlang was so desperate that he chose a wrong path.

This is not so much the wrong way as it is the right way. After all, the convoy is really going all the way west, and those prairie Qingqi might really chase them all the way, but it is the Yangjiabao side, because Du Cheng Feng himself was moving around here, but those prairie light cavalry didn't dare to approach easily.

This can't help but remind Du Chengfeng of the blacksmith who made this unlucky scimitar.

Originally, in his impression, the blacksmith had to run away with a bucket because of murder nine times in a row, which was extremely unlucky.

But if you think about it now, you have escaped nine times in a row but have not been caught. Does this also explain some problems?
"This……"

Looking at the scimitar in his hand again, Du Chengfeng could feel the faint connection between this unlucky scimitar and the unconscious Yang Sanlang on the ground.

Obviously, just like he controlled his own weapons, Yang Sanlang has also controlled this unlucky scimitar.

With the logical self-consistentness like that of a psychopath, there is also a bad luck that is almost the same as this machete.

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