Ink and inkstone, which can also be used to sharpen knives?

Du Chengfeng once thought that he was wrong, after all, these two things didn't look like they were related to the knife, but just when Du Chengfeng was confused, there was an old palm that picked up the long knife of the broken horse.

The old palm stroked the blade, just like Du Chengfeng had just done.

And after this initial feeling, a brush was pointed on the blade.

The ink blurred on the blade of the knife, and the old palm pen walked the dragon and snake, and the whole knife was soon filled with words, which was actually a classic that persuaded people to learn.

And after that, the long knife was placed on the inkstone.

And outside the window, the sound of reading sounded loudly.

There are young children, teenagers, young people, and even the elderly, the voices are chaotic, but they are uniform, and with this reading, the long knife of the broken horse on the inkstone that is being constantly polished has gradually become a little less solemn and a little more ink.

This knife is actually reading along with it.

At this moment, Du Chengfeng was extremely clear about this.

However, it was precisely because of this hard grasp that the already weak perception became more blurred - fortunately, before the picture completely dissipated, Du Chengfeng finally saw the final process of sharpening the knife this time.

That is to wipe the ink of the blade with the scroll, and then give a deep salute to the long knife of the broken horse.

“…… Is that okay? ”

Du Chengfeng, who came back to his senses, felt his head buzzing.

It's not that the perception just put any pressure on his body, it's just that what he just perceived is too abstract.

Although he could probably understand those pictures, when it came to sharpening knives, he couldn't understand them at all.

"That is, ink was used instead of water to soak the whetstone, and then an inkstone was used instead of a whetstone?"

Following his experience of sharpening knives, Du Chengfeng tried to understand.

However, Du Chengfeng's understanding can only go here, as for the rest, whether it is the words written on the knife, or the sound of reading outside the window, or the deep bow at the end, they all belong to the category that he can't quite understand.

Du Chengfeng could probably guess that this might be some kind of knife sharpening process, but he couldn't guess why he used such a performance art method to sharpen the knife.

So, he decided to try it for himself.

"I should have bought a brush......

After rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, Du Chengfeng finally found the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that he usually didn't use at all from the bottom of a certain box.

After studying the ink and filling up the pen, Du Chengfeng was ready to carry out the first process, that is, writing - as for what words to write, he didn't remember, mainly because the persuasion he perceived just now was quite different from the content of the persuasion in his impression, not to mention that this persuasion was hastily omitted by him, even if the persuasion in his memory, he couldn't memorize it.

So after a moment of thinking, Du Chengfeng decided to write something casually.

Then he picked up the heavy knife he had at hand.

This is also something that can't be helped, with his dog-crawling font, there is really no way to write many words on the relatively slender broken horse long knife, and now in his hand, that is, this two-handed war knife with a relatively wide blade can allow him to write a few more strokes.

"So, we're all brothers who know each other, you don't mind, right?"

The heavy broadsword lay quietly in his hand, but there was no boredom to be seen.

And Du Chengfeng also began his inscription.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground...... I'll try the pen first! What's the hurry! ”

Seeing that the big knife in his hand was about to smash on the surface of his feet, Du Chengfeng hurriedly wiped off the ink with a rag, and then changed a few words.

"Kill one person in ten steps, don't stay for thousands of miles, go to the clothes after the incident, and hide your body and name."

This time, the heavy knife in his hand did not hit the surface of his feet, but lay quietly in his hand, as if he was quite satisfied with these two inscriptions.

The first step was completed alive, and Du Chengfeng began to prepare for the second step, he couldn't do it with the sound of reading, mainly there were not so many people, although he didn't call the Yang family to study, but it was still a little too immoral in the middle of the night.

After a moment of hesitation, Du Chengfeng decided to try to read two sentences by himself.

Anyway, it's just trying, and it probably doesn't matter if the steps are scaled down.

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, sassy like a meteor......"

While reciting this one of the few chivalrous lines that he could still recite, Du Chengfeng sharpened the thick knife in his hand.

Speaking of which, this knife really needs to be sharpened, although he just sharpened this knife not long ago, but after that, he cut more than 200 Hu people in a row. Even if that type of Ku Ding Jie Pig can make the blade swim between the bones, so as to maximize the protection of the blade, but even if more than 200 people are killed, there will inevitably be some undetectable dark wounds on the blade.

And in the process of grinding, Du Chengfeng vaguely felt that the faint and undetectable dark wounds on the blade were gradually being repaired.

This couldn't help but make Du Chengfeng stunned, the current situation is somewhat beyond his common sense, after all, as we all know, the blade is getting thinner and thinner, and the so-called grinding edge, to put it bluntly, is to grind off the old layer of the blade, revealing the new edge.

Just as people are born, old, sick and die, knives often have their own limits. When the steel mouth is almost sharpened, when the whole knife can no longer be sharpened, a knife should be finished.

Of course, when people encounter birth, old age, sickness and death, they can also survive this death by taking medicine according to the prescription, or warming and recuperating. But the question is, can a knife made of steel do this?

"Yes! I really can! ”

The more he grinded, the more frightened Du Chengfeng became.

Obviously, the process of sharpening the knife is the consumption of the steel mouth, but now the thick knife in the hand seems to have received some kind of warmth, not only the curly blades have been restored to their original state, but even the edge itself seems to have become sharper.

Picking up the big knife, Du Chengfeng gently tried the edge.

Before his fingers even touched the blade, a trail of blood was oozing out.

"And then there's the final step......"

Although there were still some doubts in his heart, Du Chengfeng still began to recall the process just now and was ready to wrap it up.

If you want to use a scroll to wipe the knife...... He didn't have this, and how could he buy such a valuable item as a book in a country market. He could do the salute in the back, but after looking at the big knife in his hand, Du Chengfeng always felt that this big knife that he already knew the bottom of the matter with himself, and he didn't need to do anything at all.

On the contrary, he always felt that what he needed for this big knife at the moment was actually wine.