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

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

He swore that he had really adjusted his routine this time, and even deliberately added some training during the day to get a good night's sleep - and the result was just as he thought, after he was exhausted, he took a shower, and it was literally on the pillow.

But no matter how much he prepared, he couldn't stand a knock on the door.

"Who!"

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

I know my own yard that I don't need to knock on the door if it's really my own person like Carpenter Li, in other words, it must be someone outside who is disturbing my quiet sleep.

It's just that what Du Chengfeng didn't expect was that the person who appeared at his door didn't even have full civil capacity.

"What are you doing again?"

Looking at Yang Sanlang in front of him, Du Chengfeng was already a little unable to suppress his anger.

Otherwise, it's better to be killed with a knife, anyway, this mental illness is not once or twice to disturb the people. Although the heavy knife was not easy to use, he still had seventeen knives hanging on his body at the moment.

Although the knives used by those robbers and gangsters are all unpopular weapons, they are also suitable for cleaning up this Yang Sanlang.

However, just when Du Chengfeng was about to draw his knife and give this Yang Sanlang a knife, Yang Sanlang in front of him knelt down with a puff.

"I was wrong with what happened before, it's up to you to kill or chop!"

While saying this, Yang Sanlang pushed the gold mountain and poured the jade pillar, and kowtowed three times to Du Chengfeng.

"All the mistakes are my fault, and it has nothing to do with the Jizhou Yang family, so even if you want my life, please leave my Jizhou Yang family's ancestral treasure knife!"

"Ah......h

Du Chengfeng was speechless.

There is a way to reach out and not hit the smiling person, when Yang Sanlang rolled with him before, he still had the intention of killing the other party, and now he is so formal, and even knelt on the ground and knocked him a few, but he was a little bad and stabbed him directly.

But even so, he is not the type who will be kidnapped by morality, and he only relies on three or two sentences to make him give up the most important combat power in his hand, which somewhat treats him as mentally ill.

"The knife will definitely not be given to you, go back yourself, if you don't go back, I will call your family over."

“…… Do you look down on me like that? ”

Hearing Du Chengfeng's words, he unabashedly regarded him as an ignorant child, Yang Sanlang's face finally brought a bit of sadness and indignation.

However, facing Yang Sanlang, whose face was flushed, Du Chengfeng just nodded.

"Yes, indeed."

"You ......"

Rao is Yang Sanlang was already ready to be humiliated, and he couldn't help but subconsciously clench his fists at this moment.

But before Yang Sanlang could say anything, two slaps had already been slapped in his face.

"What's wrong with looking down on you? What are some of the things you do that people can afford? ”

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

"Open your mouth ancestor and shut up your ancestor, if you really care so much about your ancestor, why don't you learn from your ancestor and kill your prestige with a knife?"

"I, this, but ......"

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

Got a knife? To put it mildly, the ancestral swords of his Yang clan have been lost to others, where can he go to get the knife?

"Look! Also look! ”

Seeing that Yang Sanlang was still poking his head into the house, Du Chengfeng slapped Yang Sanlang in the face twice.

"That's my knife! What are you looking at! Besides, it's just a pig-killing knife, can't you find it yourself? ”

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

"Learn from your ancestors! Something that doesn't make a difference! ”

Seeing Yang Sanlang get up from the ground and leave all the way in despair, Du Chengfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, after dealing with the swordsman Cui Yuan before, he has become more and more proficient in dealing with mental illness. In the face of this kind of person with a not very normal brain, it is a little disgusting to himself to face it head-on - so instead of cleaning up the corpse at the door in the middle of the night, it is better to simply follow the other party and throw the problem back, so that the psychosis will run to the side by itself to suffer mental internal friction, and will not come out again to cause trouble.

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

Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng closed the courtyard door and continued to go back to the house to sleep.

Du Chengfeng can fall asleep here, but Yang Sanlang can't sleep.

Four slaps were slapped on the face, and there was a hot pain on both cheeks. But more painful than the pain on his face was the experience just now.

He has obviously tried his best, trying his best to learn from his uncle Yang Xuan, and to be a mature person, so he is willing to steal, rob, cheat, and even bow and apologize, kowtow and apologize, and even risk his life to kill others. He thought that this might be useful, he thought that he could do something for the Yang family of Jizhou.

But it turned out that he couldn't do anything.

The words of the outcast are still lingering in his ears, maybe he is indeed a useless seed. It is impossible for him to win the fight and snatch the knife back from the homeless, and it is impossible for him to ask for the knife back from the homeless, this is not something that can be solved by kneeling and kowtowing, and the so-called face is meaningless.

There were traces of water that wet Yang Saburo's clothes.

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

Staggering in the rain, Yang Sanlang couldn't recognize the direction clearly, he only knew that he had no face at this moment and went back to Wubao, just because of his misjudgment, the Yang family had lost face because of him, and even the ancestral treasure knife had fallen into the hands of outsiders, how could he go back?

"Why don't you just find a place and die."

In despair, Yang Sanlang was already ready to do so.

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

The crooked neck tree, that is, the trunk is crooked, and a beam is crooked from the main trunk, but it is just enough to hang some rope or something-so this Yang Saburo untied his belt, used it as a hanging rope, and hung it directly for himself.

But when people are dying, they will instinctively struggle, which has nothing to do with courage, it is purely an instinctive physiological reaction of the human body.

So only to hear the "click", this Yang Saburo smashed to the ground with the half-cracked tree trunk.

Lying in the soft mud, Yang Saburo couldn't help but feel more and more remorseful, the time when he was desperate with the spear before, it was obviously when he should sacrifice his life for righteousness, and when he should die calmly like a man, but he couldn't overcome his instinctive reaction, and he couldn't even die!

"I, ahh......h

Yang Sanlang wanted to look up to the sky and howl, but his dry throat couldn't make any sound.

I think he Yang Sanlang could be counted as a hero back then, but now he has fallen to this point? Is it really the same as the outcast said, he is so unproductive?

"Ahhh......hh

Yang Saburo, who was kneeling on the ground, clutched the dirt on the ground hard, as if he could catch some hope in this way.

But this desperate grasp really caught him something.

“…… Well? ”

Feeling the touch in his hand, Yang Saburo subconsciously stood up.

There was an old scimitar that he pulled out of the mud.

"Why don't you learn from your ancestors and kill your prestige with a sword?"

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

Looking at the scimitar in his hand that was washed by the rain, Yang Saburo could be sure.

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