In the Blade

Facing Du Chengfeng with his sword raised high, of course the sturdy man would not just sit back and wait for death.

Of course, strictly speaking, it is not a death. After all, Du Chengfeng was aiming at the knife and not the person. But this time, the burly man refused to let the sword be hit by the knife anyway, so the two of them went one I chased one and ran around the inn three times.

After three laps, both of them felt that this was too imbecile and sat back down.

"You don't even use a knife anymore? Why are you still thinking about my knife?"

The burly man who sat back was breathing heavily. It was not because he was tired. He had run around the inn three times and it was not enough to make him tired. What really shocked him was the cook in front of him, who looked like he didn't want to fight just now. , why do you suddenly take action as soon as you say so?

"Don't you all have a judge's pen? Isn't that enough?"

"...I actually still like to use knives."

Although he said so, Du Chengfeng had no idea of ​​​​cutting anymore. After all, just as this sturdy man said, he won even if he won. The so-called best sword in the world was actually just that. That's all.

The Judge's Pen in his hand was actually similar. Although Yuan Zhixian had used it to kill everyone before he was dead, even with such a powerful weapon in his hand, Yuan Zhixian was still beaten to death by him.

From this perspective, the so-called best weapon in the world does not seem to be worth pursuing.

Compared with the weapons as external manifestations, the power that can truly shape these weapons is something worth studying.

"Anyway...hey, forget it. Since you don't want your knife to be stabbed so much, I won't force it."

Putting the sword aside, Du Chengfeng continued to entertain the tall man in front of him. Even though he still didn't know the other person's name, he had no idea of ​​asking further.

If the other party wants to say something, he will naturally say it. If the other party doesn't want to say it, then asking is in vain. Anyway, he has gained some new knowledge here, and this sturdy man has also gained a meal, and everyone has gained what they want. If you want it, then it can be called a feast for the host and the guest.

And the fact is exactly as Du Chengfeng thought. This burly man is somewhat unwilling to give his name at the moment - if he wins, leaving a reputation is naturally a matter of saving face. Even if he loses, he will be hacked to death. , leaving a name can be regarded as leaving a trace for yourself in this world, but in this situation...

Winning does not count as winning, and losing does not mean death. It would be a bit too embarrassing to announce your name at this time.

"It doesn't matter, heroes don't ask where they come from."

Du Chengfeng casually talked about the situation to relieve the big man's embarrassment.

"Needless to say, it's all in the soup."

"...why not wine?"

The burly man finally didn't hold back. After all, these words looked like a toast.

The two of them were talking about this while holding soup bowls. What's going on?

"Because the soup tastes better."

Du Chengfeng said it was natural.

"Are my skills good?"

"..."

The sturdy man was speechless.

That's indeed okay, and it can't even be calculated as okay. Even by extremely picky standards, the chef in front of me can't find any major faults in his cooking skills.

But for a strong man whose fighting power is comparable to him, he doesn't want to be famous all over the world, but he just stays in a small town like this and cooks. This is really...

Maybe this is because everyone has his own ambitions.

"Anyway, sorry for bothering you."

After taking the last sip of soup, the tall man put down the bowl upright, and then bowed slightly to Du Chengfeng.

"Although the world is big, but with your abilities, we will eventually meet again one day. When that time comes, I must let you learn my sword skills."

"Really?"

Du Chengfeng's eyes immediately lit up.

"Don't wait for another day, just do it today. Just pull out the knife and let me chop it once, just one knife... Hey, why are you running away?"

The sturdy man trotted away from the inn without even entering the town. He rushed directly across the Backflow River and soon disappeared.

Only Du Chengfeng and the nameless boy were left, staring with big eyes.

Obviously, no matter from which angle, this sturdy man who looks like a master has somewhat subverted their cognition.

"What are you waiting for? Washing dishes."

Seeing the burly man disappearing from sight, Du Chengfeng greeted the young man, and the two of them cleared the table together, washing the dishes and chopsticks - and after that, Du Chengfeng also took the young man with him. He took the iron whip he was holding.

An iron whip with knife marks is already a bit dangerous to use. After all, the scratches on it are quite sharp. If it rubs against the skin, blood will easily appear.

"I'll get you a new one later. Let's hang it at the door. After all, this mark does have some meaning. Hanging it up may also attract customers."

With that said, Du Chengfeng hung the iron whip at the door of the inn.

At the beginning, people didn’t react much to the iron whip. Although the locals who came to eat were still a little confused, they didn’t get too entangled in the matter - after all, many restaurant stores these days already have hanging decorations. In the custom of hanging some swords, guns, swords and halberds, there are not a few people who only hang an iron whip like this. Although it is a bit strange, it is still within the scope of everyone's understanding.

However, after those outsiders came over, the situation changed somewhat.

"This, this knife..."

Standing in front of the iron whip is a swordsman. Just looking at the cocoon at the tiger's mouth, you can tell that this is a good swordsman.

Only a master of this sword can see what the marks on the iron whip mean.

"How much does this iron whip cost? Make a price!"

"This is not for sale."

Seeing someone asking a question, the young man squatting next to the iron whip stood up.

"But you can stand here and watch it, or you can live here and watch it slowly. Two copper plates per hour. If you add two more copper plates, you can also touch it."

"I...I'll take care of the whole day!"

The knife-wielding charlatan took out the money so decisively, as if he had encountered some huge advantage.

This also made the young man dumbfounded. You must know that he originally thought that the burly man slashed with the sword because he wanted to default on the debt. Who would have thought that the iron whip would actually become more valuable after being slashed, and this was obvious. It is also a continuous income.

And it turned out that this young man's thinking was still a bit too conservative. After knowing that this inn could actually observe the sword intention left by the master, many swordsmen came over, even if they couldn't learn this subtle skill. It's a good thing to be able to understand something else with one knife.

This kind of observation lasted for seven days, until the town government officials also noticed this place, so the amateur boy was naturally removed to the side, and replaced by two government officials holding water and fire sticks standing next to the iron whip, collecting tickets one by one.

The government officials were very professional in collecting tickets. They not only raised the viewing price to ten copper coins, but also planned different seats according to distance. Even if the post station could only get 30%, the income was far higher than the young man himself before. It was too much when collecting money.

And things are relatively simple. There is no need for anyone to watch at the station, you just need to wait for the accounts to be divided.

And this unknown boy can be regarded as getting the first dividend in his life.

"It... can be so easy to make money?"

The young man was dumbfounded. Although his family had some wealth in Yangzhou before, he was still earning dead wages at the post station. Suddenly he had a big bag of dividends and even follow-up output, which made him feel dizzy. .

The main thing is that this matter is completely different from what he thought. To make money, doesn't it need to be earned by working?

"Because someone has already done the work for you."

Hearing the boy's doubts, Du Chengfeng, who had nothing to do, simply explained casually.

"That swordsman, the one you said was a freeloader, the knife he left behind was his work, and the ticket price you charge now is because of his knife."

"But, but..."

The young man still couldn't figure it out, or he didn't want to admit it.

He works all day long and only earns his hard-earned money, but that sturdy man can bring such huge profits just by leaving this knife casually - this is a bit outrageous no matter how you look at it, he knows There will definitely be a gap, but is it that much of a difference?

"It's still okay."

Seeing that the young man was still a little confused, Du Chengfeng continued.

"After all, he left not only traces, but also the knowledge corresponding to the traces... In fact, this can't just count the current knife. In fact, you also need to consider what he did in order to be able to make this knife. What kind of efforts have been made?”

"It's just a chop, what else can..."

Halfway through the words, the young man choked back.

Anyone can say cheap words, but he really can't do this by himself, just because this thing can't be done with just one knife. If you want to make such a knife, you must at least be like He has to be as strong as that sturdy man - As for how strong that sturdy man is, he has probably seen it. It is far stronger than any golden sword man or Jianghu swordsman he has ever seen. .

It is such a rare strong man who left traces, or knowledge, on the iron whip. So such a trace seems to be extremely valuable?

"this……"

The nameless boy felt that he vaguely understood something.

But it was only vague. If he had to describe this feeling himself, he actually didn't know how to describe it.

He only knew that becoming stronger seemed to be an extremely valuable thing.

So, how do you become stronger?

"Um……"

Thinking like this, the young man's eyes turned to Du Chengfeng.

If that burly man was one of the strongest among many martial arts masters, then Du Chengfeng, who defeated the strong man, was undoubtedly the stronger one - it was a pity that the other party had no intention of actually teaching, and just let him teach him every day. Beating the body and beating people were not even mentioned at all.

Although the young man didn't know much about the battle itself, hanging around with the gangsters in the backyard all day long had already taught him that fighting and training were two different things.

Training is what he is doing now, to strengthen his body and prolong his life, just like he is now. After being malnourished due to fleeing, he has become better among his peers in the town after taking exercise and dietary supplements. He can be considered strong - but in the ordinary days when teenagers play around, he still can't do anything well.

As for the reason, he had also consulted the martial arts masters in the backyard, and the conclusion given by those masters was that training is training, and fighting is fighting.

"Practicing is to strengthen yourself, and the strength is used on yourself, that's about it."

The boy still remembered that when he asked about this, Wang Tonggong, who had the most solid foundation, showed him a punching posture.

"Look, the muscles are bulging, and they look big, right? But the problem is here... Let's put it this way, you use all your strength on yourself, so how much strength can you put out to hit people?"

This is also one of the differences between fighting and practicing. After all, fighting can only be considered fighting if it hits people.

As for the other difference...

"You can practice the practice yourself, there is no need to say anything about it."

The boy still remembered that the old liar Hu Sanbian said this.

"But in terms of fighting style, have you ever thought about how you can hit someone?"

This is also the biggest difference between fighting style and training style. When practicing, you always feel that you can counter the opponent's moves, but when you really fight, the opponent will definitely not really follow the routine - for example, the most common situation in a wild fight between teenagers is that the opponent runs in front and turns back to spit, or throws dirt. At this time, no matter how strong you are, what's the use?

The boy himself was once disgusted by this move. He couldn't catch up, couldn't touch, and it was uncomfortable no matter how he hit.

"So..."

Thinking of this, the boy squeezed out a smile to Du Chengfeng.

"Can you teach me..."

"No."

Du Chengfeng refused without even listening.

"I can teach you to keep fit, but I won't teach you to fight. Don't think I don't know what happened when you weren't working. When you had time to fight with those kids, why can't you learn to read more? I remember you went to school, didn't you?"

That's right, or it could be said that it was because he had been to school that the boy was more interested in the free life at the moment.

However, Du Chengfeng didn't teach him, so he had no choice. As for going to the martial arts masters in the backyard to learn fighting, he would probably be stopped immediately - so he could only go back to the door and continue to work as a waiter since he couldn't learn fighting.

The work of the waiter was still very busy recently. After all, because of the iron whip, more people came to Sanshan Town recently, and many people even chose to stay in the hotel, which increased the workload of the waiter, making the boy complain for a while.

However, at this time, he saw an acquaintance among those who were watching the iron whip.

That was the King of Jingtao Sword, who had met him once before.