In the Blade

In Du Chengfeng's cognition, one of the main reasons why evil spirit is called evil spirit is that it is very similar to gas.

Although he still hasn't figured out the principle of evil spirit entering the body, he is deeply impressed by the feeling of releasing evil spirit - in simple terms, it is to release the evil spirit that has entered the body to the outside through the medium of weapons, whether it is the fire blade of the heavy sword, the cold wind of the old axe, or the invisible blade of the broken horse long sword, and Cui Yuan's sword light... Although the forms of expression are different, in essence, they are all the same.

Even the halberd he just got is like this.

If there must be an exception, it is probably the Fangzheng Sword. Perhaps influenced by the character of old man Ruan, the expression of this sword is more inclined to be restrained, that is, to transform the evil spirit into its own striking force. However, Du Chengfeng vaguely remembered that when he made up his mind to fight Xiang Rong head-on, this Fangzheng Sword also shone with brilliance.

Although he wanted to use the halberd that time, so he put the square sword back into the scabbard, but there is no doubt that at some point, this more introverted heavy sword without a blade also wants to show itself.

Then the problem is here.

The shadow of the golden armored god is also releasing evil spirits, but it is not the relatively rough eruption.

Instead, it has a real touch like substance.

"How did you do it?"

Du Chengfeng felt that his brain was not enough, and deduction was too brain-burning for him.

Fortunately, he now has books to read.

However, this book is not the kind of sage book taught by old man Ruan, but some scriptures praising "Taiyin Fumo Mysterious Emperor". These were all given to them by the young monks when they were led into the manor in the mountains. According to those young monks, as long as they recite this scripture diligently every day, they can understand the mystery and master the magic of immortals.

Du Chengfeng had been reciting for three or five days, but he didn't understand any magic of immortals, so he simply went out for a walk in autism. Instead, he walked around the manor in the mountains in these few days.

It is hard to imagine how such an industry can be set up in a mere mountain temple. This secret manor hidden in the mountains can easily accommodate tens of thousands of refugees. According to old man Yang Xuanyang, this manor is much larger than the original fortress of Yangjiabao. The huge scale hidden in the mountains is almost catching up with the frontier fortress in the center of Jizhen.

"A manor has such a scale...why don't we run away."

Du Chengfeng still remembers the horrified look on old man Yang's face when he saw this manor. Obviously, as the head of the Jibei Yang family whose ancestors followed the Southern Chen Taizu to start a war, old man Yang immediately thought of something unspeakable.

But Du Chengfeng didn't think so.

If it were in the past, he would have suspected that the other party would also be a rebel if he saw that a mere mountain temple could have such great power. But now, after having a certain understanding of the evil spirit, he realized that the way of fighting in this world cannot be won simply by relying on numbers.

Just like what he did in Yanzhou and Jizhou, no matter how many miscellaneous soldiers there were on the opposite side, as long as the evil spirit was not released, they were all chickens and pottery dogs. Even those elite soldiers who had evil spirits in their bodies, their armor could only block ordinary weapons. Once faced with the released evil spirits, that thing was almost like paper.

And this mere mountain temple, even if it could gather people and take down the county government, when the Southern Chen court sent a few fierce generals to come and cut down the grass, it would be directly pacified.

In this era where personal military power is far beyond the ordinary, it is almost impossible to make a fuss by relying on a large number of people.

"Unless this thing is really useful."

Du Chengfeng looked at the scripture in his hand again.

But it is obvious that this thing is useless. During this period of time, he had nothing to do, so he asked other refugees about it, but found that no one could comprehend any mysterious magic by reciting this thing.

But whenever someone questioned this matter, the young monks carrying magic swords would show the phantom of the golden armored god behind them.

"Sincerity is the key to success."

That's what the monks answered.

Perhaps sincerity is the key to success, because there are not only refugees like them in the village, but also some local people from Yiyang County. Those local young and strong people are also reciting scriptures and practicing magic-and among these local young and strong people, there are really two people who can condense the phantom of the golden armored god.

So these two people were invited to the treasure hall on the mountain, and their clothes were changed into the plain robes of those monks. Each of them was given a magic sword, which was really enviable.

"What's going on?"

Du Chengfeng was puzzled.

It doesn't make sense. This doesn't make sense. Although he knew that he was not a genius and his intelligence was only at the level of an ordinary person, there was no reason why he couldn't understand what even the young people in Yiyang County could understand?

"It's a pity that this is a book, not a knife, otherwise it would be fine to sharpen it directly."

Weighing the scroll in his hand, Du Chengfeng even thought about whether he should just find a young monk and steal a magic sword to sharpen it, maybe he could get the real method.

"Wait a minute?"

Du Chengfeng thought of something and quickly flipped through his saddle bag, but he turned out the halberd.

This exaggerated halberd was snatched from Xiang Rong. He still remembered that Xiang Rong called this weapon "Bawang Halberd" - Du Chengfeng didn't care about names. Anyway, he was a little free now and had plenty of time to have a good exchange with this halberd.

"Don't worry, everyone will have a share in a while."

After comforting the other weapons in the saddle bag, Du Chengfeng took out the whetstone and began to sharpen the weapons for the first time in a long time.

The broken halberd sank into the sand, but the iron has not been corroded. I will polish it and recognize the previous dynasty.

"Why is it the previous dynasty again?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but think of the phoenix battle flag.

After continuing to grind, Du Chengfeng found that this thing and the phoenix battle flag were really matched.

What came into Du Chengfeng's consciousness was a magnificent hall. Just looking at the red color scheme in the hall and the phoenix carvings everywhere, Du Chengfeng already knew that this was probably an important building of those Chu people.

And he, as a halberd, lay quietly on the shelf.

Occasionally, someone would come and clean up the hall, but they didn't dare to approach the halberd. Of course, some brave or unlucky people did not rule out this, but these eunuchs turned into corpses after approaching the halberd within three feet.

Du Chengfeng, who turned into a halberd, could confirm that he didn't even move.

These people were scared to death.

Perhaps this is the complete state of this halberd. The sharp blade doesn't even need to be stained with blood. Just the fierce momentum can kill people on the spot.

Du Chengfeng suddenly felt a little sad, or maybe the halberd itself felt a little sad. It was obviously forged for fighting and conquering. In order to achieve this goal, it worked hard to kill people and become stronger, and finally became a world-class national weapon.

But now, just after it really became stronger, no one can lift it anymore.

Not to mention picking it up, it was even impossible to get close to it. Those people could only use a long pole connected to a duster to clean the dust on it from a distance. In fact, it didn't need anyone to help it clean the dust. It didn't matter if it was left there. Anyway, the person who could lift it in the past was gone, and there would obviously be no more in the future.

But just when Du Chengfeng thought that the long halberd would continue to wait, an old man and a young man walked into the hall.

The old man in the luxurious robe obviously knew the long halberd, but in the memory of the long halberd, the old man was also a weakling who couldn't get close to it. What it wanted was a strong man who could lift it, what it wanted was a tyrant who dared to get close to it, what it wanted was a partner who could really wield it and fight side by side with it.

It was at this time that the old man in the luxurious robe pushed the child beside him out.

"Remember, you are the new king of Da Chu, don't have any doubts about this matter."

Patting the child on the shoulder, the old man said this.

"As long as you want to do it, you can do it. A firm will can change everything."

If you want to do it, you can do it? Isn't this a bit too outrageous? If there is such an ability to make your wishes come true, then there is nothing that cannot be done?

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but sneer at the old man's statement. This ability is too ridiculous.

But the halberd doesn't have it.

"What..."

In Du Chengfeng's doubts and the halberd's expectation, the young hand actually grasped the halberd.

And raised it up.

And Du Chengfeng's perception was interrupted.

...

"Hiss..."

Du Chengfeng, who recovered from the sharpening state, had a headache. This was the first time he encountered such a situation.

One is that after sharpening the weapon, the head actually hurts, and the other is that what he felt when sharpening the weapon was just a fragment-obviously, either he can't really bear the evil spirit of this halberd now, or this halberd has been seriously damaged, and even the past left on this halberd has been reduced to one tenth.

Du Chengfeng felt that perhaps both were true.

And there was probably a third reason.

"Did you protect me?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but look at the halberd in his hand.

"Did you control the influence of the evil spirit, which made me only have a headache?"

The halberd still lay quietly in his hand, silent.

That's right, how could the halberd speak?

It was impossible for the halberd to speak, but Du Chengfeng still remembered what was said in the memory of the halberd - it was obvious that the old man in the memory wearing luxurious robes should be a certain generation of King Chu, and the young child was naturally the crown prince of the Great Chu.

Du Chengfeng still remembered what the old generation of King Chu said to the young crown prince during the inheritance process.

"A firm will can change everything."

This is what the old generation of King Chu said.

When he first heard this, Du Chengfeng thought it was some kind of encouraging words. After all, he had tasted too much of this kind of chicken soup for the soul that had no nutrition. Say something nice and cheer up the child. Every elder would do this.

But after the child picked up the halberd, the nature of the matter changed completely.

As long as you think about it, you can do it. A firm will can change everything. Obviously, this is not just an ordinary encouragement.

The words of the old generation of King Chu are obviously full of mystery.

"You can't really say that your wishes will come true..."

Du Chengfeng frowned.

Continue to look at the scroll in your hand.

Still nothing changed, he couldn't feel anything.

Is it really because he is not sincere?

"Then let me try to be more pious?"

Du Chengfeng continued to read through the scriptures diligently, but he still couldn't read them.

The main reason is that this scripture is too embarrassing. He can easily shock the nine heavens and ten earths, live through countless calamities, step on the sun and moon with his feet and pick the stars with his hands, and crucify a hundred thousand evil ghosts with just one sword - Du Cheng Feng can be sure that the person who compiled these scriptures is not very good at mathematics, and he has not really used his hands many times.

As someone with personal experience, Du Chengfeng can say a few words in this regard. Yanzhou City only released about 20,000 prairie warriors, and he only killed six or seven thousand. In addition to being killed by the prairie country, The division slaughtered a group of soldiers, as well as the 300 or so people he captured, but the remaining prairie soldiers simply ran away - after all, fighting is not really about cutting grass, everyone has legs. , who would stand there stupidly waiting to be killed?

Even when they were in Jibei, he and He Xiqing chased and killed them several times before killing all the soldiers of the Qingyang tribe.

The total of these two times is far from six figures.

"Twenty thousand? Or thirty thousand?"

Du Chengfeng made a rough estimate.

"It should be 20,000, right? How could I, a peaceful person like me, kill so many people?"

Recalling his previous experiences of cutting people's heads while sweating profusely, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but sigh.

Killing is hard work, and it is also physically demanding.

This also made it even more difficult for him to believe the things in those scriptures.

"this……"

Du Chengfeng felt that he realized the problem.

It’s not that he’s not pious enough, it’s that this thing really doesn’t have a sense of empathy. How could he be expected to read it seriously if he was immediately taken away from it?

It was at this time that the young monks sent new scriptures.

"Since you can't understand Emperor Taiyin's scriptures yet, it's better to change to something easier."

Saying this, a young monk handed the new scriptures to Du Chengfeng.

This time, the content in the scroll was no longer a praise for the "Emperor Taiyin", but instead a praise for the ghost generals who guarded the mountain - only this time, the words were not so exaggerated. There is no such thing as nine heavens and ten earths, or killing a hundred thousand people with one sword. All that is left is the life stories of these ghost generals guarding the mountain.

Of course, there are definitely not as many as 100,000 recorded in the scriptures, but these dozens of short stories are all classics. Some of them were forced to become bandits, or they wiped out a whole family to avenge blood. Du Chengfeng screamed when he saw it. It's so satisfying, these ghost generals were all heroes who enjoyed grudges and grudges when they were alive!

However, just as Du Chengfeng watched attentively, a dark shadow gradually formed behind him.

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