Traces of the past are buried in the dirt of the hilt, and traces of the past remain in the blood of the blade.

With the grinding and brushing, Du Chengfeng gradually felt everything that this unfortunate scimitar had experienced.

After this knife was buried under the crooked neck tree by him, someone once came to dig it once, but Du Chengfeng buried it very deep at that time, and the scimitar was not dug out, so the man could only cover the soil back and leave with a scolding grin.

Du Chengfeng could feel that this was the knife seller who had sold him seventeen knives and gave him an old robe for nothing, but what puzzled Du Chengfeng was, how did this person know that there were knives buried under the tree?

Not very incomprehensible, this bad luck scimitar didn't give him any answers.

However, the knife seller's planing, the soil where the scimitar was buried was soft, and it was precisely because of this that Yang Saburo found the crooked neck tree and wanted to hang himself but did not die, so he could easily get the knife out of the soil.

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

On the night when Yang Sanlang took the scimitar, the Yang ancestral hall caught fire, God knows how the fire was ignited, and even in the pouring rain, the Yang family ancestral hall could be burned clean. And a few days later, the grassland Hu people went south in a big way, and the entire Yangjiabao had to abandon their ancestral business and flee all the way out to take refuge.

If it was replaced by an insider like Du Chengfeng, he would have thrown this scimitar on the spot. Whether it was buried or sent to an enemy, or even thrown into the wilderness, he would never keep it in his own hands under any circumstances.

But this Yang Sanlang regarded this scimitar as an ancestral blessing.

Touching the scimitar under the tree, in Yang Sanlang's view, it was the blessing of the ancestors, the ancestral hall was on fire, and in Yang Sanlang's eyes, it became the revelation of the ancestors - in Yang Sanlang's view, it was not just a simple fire, but the ancestor of the Yang family, the famous general Yang Hu was reminded in the dark that he should not continue to rely on the pride of his ancestors, but use the scimitar in his hand to open up a way forward for the Yang family.

Since, in a sense, Du Chengfeng and this Yang ancestor also knew each other, so he could be sure that Yang Fatzi would definitely not be able to say this kind of bullshit revelation. The fat man who killed the pig will only spoil his children and grandchildren, and will never let the younger generations fight hard.

Du Chengfeng even suspected for a while that he had not slaughtered this Yang Sanlang with a knife before, and he was also affected by Yang Fatzi, or the thick knife.

However, it is obvious that no matter how he doubts it, this Yang Sanlang has already completed logical self-consistency.

Especially after the steppe Hu people came.

"This is the test that my ancestors gave me!"

Yang Saburo firmly believes so.

As for why it was a test for him, of course, it was because Du Chengfeng did not follow the team.

After losing Du Chengfeng, the strongest combat force, the people of Yangjiabao always need someone to lead the young and strong, take care of the old and the young, and if they encounter some danger, someone must always be able to step forward to deal with it, after all, Yang Xuan's method of reasoning with people may be okay in Nanchen, but in the face of the Hu people in the north who don't understand the language, if they want to go up and reason, they will only be hacked to death.

In the final analysis, in this chaotic world, the sword and gun in the hand is the most simple language.

Therefore, a group of people simply pulled out the general from the short man and tried to find the one who could fight the best.

As a result, the person who was selected was actually Yang Sanlang.

Although everyone's mood is more subtle, only Yang Sanlang is the best at the moment. Not to mention anything else, when it comes to killing people, only Yang Sanlang is really the only one who dares to be ruthless.

So, after a simple team, Yang Sanlang once again became the leader of more than 50 young people.

"This is it! This is long overdue! ”

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

It was at this time that the convoy, which had just set off not long ago, encountered a team of grassland riders.

Most of the steppe Hu people in leather jackets were light cavalry, obviously scouting horses placed outside by the army, and if these cavalry returned to report the news, the convoy would really die on the road.

"We have to do it right away!"

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

said it was late, that was fast, Yang Sanlang and the others staggered with those grassland Hu people in just an instant.

None of the Hu people's light horsemen fell off their horses, but Yang Sanlang's side had all been cut down to the ground.

Several of the young men had fallen to the ground with serious injuries, only wails of pain remained, and even Yang Saburo himself had broken an arm—but he was the only one who could be considered to have a positive record, because the scimitar he swung in a panic just cut the neck of a Hu man light rider before he fell off his horse.

Although it was only rubbed, the neck of the Hu man was mostly opened, which was enough to see the sharpness of this scimitar.

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

"At this level, you dare to rush at us?"

These grassland light riders can't quite understand where these southerners in front of them got their courage, but after thinking about it, these grassland light riders don't bother to understand anything.

Anyway, it's just a convoy on the run, just to kill.

So, just when Yang Sanlang fled all the way back to the convoy, more than 20 grassland light horsemen rode up on horseback, and one by one the red-eyed grassland light horsemen waved the scimitar in their hands, where had everyone in Yangjiabao seen this posture.

"Run! Come on! ”

In the end, it was the old Yang Xuan who made the decision, but with this shout, a flying bone directly smashed his knee.

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

How could the horses pulling the cart outrun the war horses of the steppe people, and the convoy was quickly overtaken, and in just a moment, many people were slashed by scimitars and fell off the cart.

It was at this time that Yang Xuan, who had been in a coma, barely woke up.

"I don't want anything! Human life matters! ”

The aging Yang Xuan made a judgment again, which directly led to another flying bone, smashing his only remaining good leg.

But the price of this leg was meaningful after all, as more and more food supplies were constantly thrown down, more and more gold and silver treasures were thrown to the side of the road, and those scarlet-eyed steppe light riders did hesitate for a moment—although it was only a moment's hesitation, but after all, it also gave the convoy a chance to escape the pursuit.

"But in which direction are we going?"

Yang Xuan, who was waking up slowly, looked at the sky that was gradually brightening, and was a little confused.

"San Lang, what direction are you taking?"

"To the west!"

Yang Saburo swore an oath.

"I'm not mistaken, this is really the ...... of the West"

Before the words were finished, the remnants of the convoy all saw the rising sun in the distance.

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

What they walked was actually a way back.

"This ......"

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

The road was wrong, but it was impossible to go back against the pursuers at the moment, and after recalling the ferocity of the twenty or so grassland light horses, they could only return to Yangjiabao by the same way.

As for the strange accidents on the way, such as the car falling into the ditch, or the horse hitting the leg, it is needless to say, anyway, after this difficult and dangerous situation, the people who should have escaped from Yangjiabao finally returned to the place where the dream began.

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"Hmmm......"

Du Chengfeng was speechless for a long time.

This matter was a little too much for him to expect.

"It's all this Yang Sanlang's greed for merit......"

This time, even Carpenter Li, who has always been good-natured, couldn't help but scold the street.

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

“…… It's hard to say. ”

Du Chengfeng's face was a little delicate.

That's really not easy to say, after all, these red-eyed grassland light horsemen are obviously Su Xiqing's subordinates, according to what he learned from the previous Hu people's blades, only Su Xiqing will indulge his grassland warriors and let them use their swords to strengthen themselves.

In other words, let these light cavalry go back to report the news, and the convoy will usher in a certain death.

And now, because Yang Saburo was too stupid and weak, those grassland light horsemen who were originally just used as scouts gave up reporting the news, and instead chose to kill them directly - after all, these twenty or so grassland light horsemen can really do this, and they killed Yang Saburo and his party as easily as killing rabbits.

But Yang Sanlang didn't die and chose the wrong path.

This is not so much the wrong road, but the right way, after all, the convoy is really going all the way to the west, and those grassland light riders may really chase all the way to the past, but it is Yangjiabao's side, because Du Chengfeng himself is active in this vicinity, but those grassland light riders dare not approach easily.

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

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

But if you think about it the other way around, if you haven't been caught running away nine times in a row, doesn't this also explain something?

"This ......"

Looking at the scimitar in his hand again, Du Chengfeng had already felt the connection between this unfortunate scimitar and the unconscious Yang Sanlang on the ground.

Obviously, just as he had mastered his few blades, Yang Sanlang had also mastered this scimitar.

With that psychotic logical self-consistency, and almost the same bad luck as this scimitar.