In Du Chengfeng's cognition, a big reason why evil qi is called evil qi is that this thing is very similar to gas.

Although he still hasn't figured out the principle of evil qi entering the body, he is deeply impressed by the feeling of the evil qi being released - to put it simply, it is to release the evil qi that has entered the body to the outside through the medium of the blade, whether it is the fire blade of the thick knife, or the cold wind of the ancient big axe, or the invisible blade swung before the broken horse long knife, and Cui Yuan's sword...... Although the manifestations are different, the essence is the same.

Even the new halberd he got was like that.

If there is any exception, it is probably the Sword of Founder, perhaps influenced by Old Man Ruan's personality, but the expression of this sword is more inclined to be restrained, that is, to transform the evil qi into its own striking power. However, Du Chengfeng vaguely remembered that when he made up his mind to fight against that Xiang Rong, this square sword had also bloomed.

Although he wanted to use the halberd more that time, so he inserted the Founder Sword back into the scabbard, there is no doubt that at some point, this more introverted bladeless heavy sword also wanted to express himself.

And then herein lies the problem.

It was also the release of evil qi, but the phantom of the golden armor god man was not the kind of relatively rough eruption.

On the contrary, there is a real touch, just like the substance.

"How the hell is this done?"

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

Fortunately, now he has books to read.

However, this book is not the kind of sage book taught by Old Man Ruan, but some verses praising the "mysterious emperor of Taiyin and subduing demons", which were all issued to these displaced people by the young monks when they were led into the Zhuangzi in the mountains. According to the young monks, as long as they chant this sutra diligently every day, they will be able to comprehend the mysteries and master the immortal thaumaturgy.

Du Chengfeng has been reading for three or five days, but he didn't understand the immortal thaumaturgy at all, so he was closed off and simply went out for a walk, but used these few days to walk the Zhuangzi in the mountain.

It's hard to imagine how this kind of industry can be purchased by a mountain temple in this area, and this hidden Zhuangzi hidden in the mountains can easily accommodate tens of thousands of displaced people - according to Yang Xuanyang's old man, this Zhuangzi is much larger than the dock fort in Yangjiabao at the beginning, and the huge scale hidden in the mountains is about to catch up with the fortress in the center of Jizhen.

"One Zhuangzi can do it on this scale...... Otherwise, let's run. ”

Du Chengfeng still remembered the frightened look on Old Man Yang's face when he saw this Zhuangzi. Obviously, as the head of the Jibei Yang family who had followed Nanchen Taizu to raise troops, Old Man Yang immediately thought of something unbearable.

But Du Chengfeng doesn't think so.

If it was before, he saw that a mere mountain temple could actually have such a great energy, maybe he would really suspect that the other party would also be a thief - but now, after having a certain understanding of evil qi, he realized that the way of fighting in this world is not to rely on numbers alone to win.

Just like he did in Yanzhou and Jizhou, no matter how many miscellaneous soldiers there are on the opposite side, as long as they don't release the evil spirit, they will all be local chickens and dogs. Even those elite armorers who have already entered their bodies with evil qi can only block ordinary blades, and once they face the evil qi released from the outside, it is almost the same as paper paste.

And this mountain temple, even if it can gather manpower and knock down the county government, when the Nanchen court sends a few fierce generals to mow the grass for a few battles, it will be directly pacified.

In this era when personal force is far beyond the ordinary, it is almost impossible to make trouble by virtue of a large number of people.

"Unless this thing really works."

Du Chengfeng once again looked at the scroll in his hand.

But it's clear that this thing isn't very useful. During this time, he had nothing to do, so he asked the other homeless people, only to find that no one could comprehend any mystical thaumaturgy by reciting this thing.

But whenever someone questioned this matter, those young monks with magic swords on their backs would show the phantom of the golden armor god behind them.

"Sincerity is spirituality."

That's what the monks answered.

Maybe it's really sincerity, because there are not only these homeless people in Zhuangzi, but also some locals in Yiyang County, and those local young people are also reciting scriptures and practicing thaumaturgy—and among these local young people, there are really two characters who can condense the phantom of the golden armor god and man.

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

"What's going on?"

Du Chengfeng was quite puzzled.

It doesn't make sense, this kind of thing doesn't make sense. Although he himself knows that he is not a genius, and his intelligence is only at the level of ordinary people, but even the young people of Yiyang County can comprehend something, there is no reason why he can't comprehend it at all?

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

Flipping through the scroll in his hand, Du Chengfeng was even thinking about whether he might just go to a young monk and steal a magic sword to sharpen it, maybe he could get the real method.

"Wait?"

Du Chengfeng, who thought of something, hurriedly flipped up his saddle bag, but turned the halberd out.

This exaggerated halberd was snatched from Xiang Rong, and he still remembered that Xiang Rong called this blade "Overlord Halberd" - the name and other things, Du Chengfeng didn't care, anyway, now he happens to be a little free, and he has time to communicate with this halberd.

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

After calming down the other blades in the saddle bag first, Du Chengfeng took out the whetstone and began to sharpen the blade for a long time.

The halberd sinks into the sand and the iron is not sold, and it will be washed and recognized by the previous dynasty.

"Why is it the former dynasty again?"

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

And after continuing to grind, Du Chengfeng found that this thing and the phoenix battle flag were really compatible with each other, strictly speaking.

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 that can be seen 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, people would come over and clean the hall a little, but only the location of the halberd, those people did not dare to approach it—of course, it was not excluded that some of the brave or unlucky, but after these attendants were within three feet of the halberd, they all turned into corpses.

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 blade doesn't even need to be stained with blood, just the ferocious momentum can kill people on the spot.

Du Chengfeng suddenly felt a little sad, or rather, this halberd itself felt a little sad, obviously it was forged for battle, it was obviously forged for conquest, in order to achieve this purpose, it worked hard to kill, worked hard to become stronger, and finally became a unique Zhenguo divine soldier.

But now, after it really gets stronger, no one can afford it anymore.

Not to mention picking it up, it is impossible to even get closer, those people can only use a long pole to connect a duster to clean the dust on its body far away - in fact, it doesn't need anyone to clean up the dust for itself, it doesn't matter if it just leaves the dust, anyway, the person who could lift it in the past is long gone, and in the future, there will obviously be no more.

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

The old man in the luxurious robe, the halberd obviously knew, but in the memory of the halberd, the old man was also a weak person who couldn't get close to it - it wanted a strong man who could lift it, it wanted a bully who dared to approach it, and 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 a luxurious robe pushed the child out of his side.

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

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

"If you want to do it, you can do it, and a strong will can change everything."

Can you do it? Isn't that a bit too outrageous? If you really have this ability to make your wishes come true, then isn't there anything you can't do?

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but scoff at the old man's statement, this ability was too ridiculous.

But the euphorbia did not.

"What......"

In Du Chengfeng's doubts, in the expectation of the halberd, the young hand actually held on this halberd.

And lifted it up.

And Du Chengfeng's perception was also interrupted.

……

"Hiss......"

Du Chengfeng, who had recovered from the state of sharpening his knife, had a headache, and this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

One is that his head hurts after sharpening the blade, and the other is that what he feels when he sharpens the blade is actually just a fragment - obviously, either he can't really bear the evil aura of this halberd now, or this halberd has been seriously damaged, and even the past left on this halberd is no longer one in ten.

Du Chengfeng thinks that maybe it's both.

And, most likely, there is a third reason.

"Did you protect me?"

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

"Is it because you controlled the influence of the evil qi that made me just get to the point of having a headache?"

The halberd still lay quietly in his hand, silent.

Yes, how can a halberd speak?

It is impossible for the halberd to speak, but what the halberd said in his memory, Du Chengfeng still remembers - it is obvious that the old man in his memory wearing a luxurious robe should be the king of a certain generation of Chu, and that young child is naturally the prince of Great Chu.

Du Chengfeng still remembered that in the process of this inheritance, the older generation of Chu kings confessed to the young prince.

"A strong will can change everything."

That's what the older generation of Chu kings said.

When he first heard this, Du Chengfeng thought that this was some kind of words of encouragement, after all, he had already tasted too much of this kind of chicken soup for the soul that was not nutritious. Say something nice and cheer up your child, every elder will do that.

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

You can do it just by thinking about it, and with a strong will can change everything, it's clear that this isn't just an ordinary word of encouragement.

The words of the older generation of Chu kings are obviously very mysterious.

"You can't really think that this will happen......"

Du Chengfeng frowned.

Continue to look at the scroll in your hand.

Still nothing had changed, he couldn't feel anything.

Is it really because he is not sincere?

"Then I'll try to be more religious?"

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

The main reason is that this scripture is blown too embarrassingly, what is the power of the nine heavens and ten earths at every turn, living through immeasurable calamities, stepping on the sun and moon and picking the stars with his hands, and nailing 100,000 evil ghosts with just one sword - Du Chengfeng can be sure that the person who compiled these scriptures should not be very good at mathematics, and he has not really moved his hands a few times.

As a person who has experienced it firsthand, Du Chengfeng can say two words in this regard, Yanzhou City only released about 20,000 grassland soldiers, and he only killed six or seven thousand, in addition to being slaughtered by the grassland national teacher Xiang Rong, as well as the three hundred or so people he captured, the rest of the grassland soldiers ran away directly - in the final analysis, fighting is not really mowing grass, everyone has long legs, who would stand there stupidly waiting to be killed?

Even when he was in Jibei, he and Su Xiqing chased and killed several times before they killed all the soldiers of the Qingyang Division.

And these two times combined, but they are far from six figures.

"Twenty thousand? Or thirty thousand? ”

Du Chengfeng roughly estimated it.

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

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

Killing is hard work, but it's also individual work.

It also made it even more difficult for him to believe the scriptures.

"This ......"

Du Chengfeng felt that he realized the problem.

It's not that he's not religious enough, it's that this thing really doesn't have a sense of substitution. With such a level of drama at a glance, how can he be expected to read it seriously?

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

"Since you can't comprehend the scriptures of Emperor Taiyin for the time being, it's better to change them to something easier."

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

This time, the content of the scriptures is not a praise of the "Taiyin Emperor", but instead a praise of those who guard the mountain - only this time, the words are not so exaggerated. What nine heavens and ten earths, what one sword kills 100,000, there are none, there are just the lives and deeds of these mountain guards.

Of course, there are certainly not as many as 100,000 recorded in the scriptures, but these dozens of small stories are all classics, what was forced to be helpless to fall into the grass, or to avenge the blood and kill people, Du Chengfeng was addicted, this ghost general was actually this kind of happy and vengeful heroes before his death!

However, when Du Chengfeng watched intently, there was a dark shadow, which gradually condensed behind him.

The second shift that is late, there is still one in the afternoon, and when I come to the two watches in the afternoon, my schedule and rest should be normal.

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Thank you all for your support and love, I'll go get something to eat, and then I'll continue to write.

(End of chapter)