Friends who often kill people know that killing itself is not that difficult.

The human body itself is actually quite fragile, whether it is heavy bleeding, suffocation, damage to internal organs, or brain damage, it can kill people on the spot - but death is never the end, and it is after the person dies that the trouble really begins.

It's like right now, after packing up the loot for the first time, Du Chengfeng has to think carefully about how to get the county order in the end.

This situation is different from killing the emperor in Jiankang, the emperor is this thing, if he kills it, he will kill it, anyway, he doesn't live in Jiankang City, but right now, he obviously has to live in Sanshan Town for a while, everyone looks down and doesn't look up, they have to find a suitable explanation, otherwise they will really not be able to live.

"In short, our county magistrate has unfortunately died."

Facing the stunned officials, Du Chengfeng hid his face and sighed.

"What a good person, how can you ...... What? Who is on the earth, you ask? There is a thief pretending to be a magistrate on the ground, who else could it be? ”

"This ......"

Under Du Chengfeng's narration, the officials probably listened to what happened.

According to what they heard, Yuan Zhixian had been assassinated by gangsters unknowingly, and it was the bold fanatic who killed Yuan Zhixian who had been giving them orders all along—as for the difference between the two, anyone with common sense could see that a weak scholar like Yuan Zhixian could do such a terrible thing?

It must have been done by this master, after all, masters are people with skills, and they can do anything.

"This master is terrible! What a good person Yuan Zhixian is! ”

Thinking so, the officials spat on the figure on the ground that had been smashed into the floor tiles.

"Of course, not all masters are bad guys, such as you...... If you don't expose this thief, we don't know how long we'll be hidden. ”

After scolding Yuan Zhixian, the officials praised Du Chengfeng.

Facing the praise of the officials, Du Chengfeng was dumbfounded.

"No, you believe it?"

Du Chengfeng was stupid, and he was ready to continue to round out two more sentences, but who would have thought that his side had just started up, and these officials had already completely believed his nonsense.

Can this kind of bullshit work too?

"Something seems to have gone wrong......"

Du Chengfeng could be sure that these officials could not be so eloquent—at most, they would not dare to question his decision because they were afraid of his fists, but they were truly convinced like they were now...... This is clearly not something that can be done by force alone.

"Is it because of this pen?"

Du Chengfeng subconsciously looked at the bald pen in his hand.

After killing Yuan Zhixian, the two restored broadswords were taken back by him, leaving only this bald pen in his hand, mainly because this thing is indeed easy to carry - if there is really any change in his body, it is probably more than this pen.

"This thing ......"

Glancing at the officials who had already begun to dispose of the corpses, and then at the bald pen in his hand, Du Chengfeng suddenly realized that he probably got something extraordinary.

And the next actions of these officials also proved that they did believe the statement given by Du Chengfeng, and even planned to report it according to this statement - as for Du Chengfeng's side, they regarded it as a good citizen who exposed the fake magistrate, that is, the chief official of Sanshan Town is now gone, otherwise with this level of credit, they will definitely ask the magistrate to reward him.

"There is no need for commendation, you eat first."

Du Chengfeng didn't have time to chat with these officials, and now he was more curious about what was going on.

So, after trotting all the way back to the post station, Du Chengfeng found his whetstone.

Yes, counting the time, he hasn't sharpened his knife in a while.

Theoretically speaking, there is no way to sharpen the pen, but who let the other end of this piece still carry a small blade - since the edge is opened, it is equivalent to giving Du Chengfeng room to play.

The blade rested on the whetstone, and Du Chengfeng gradually felt the past of this bald pen.

Different from Du Chengfeng's original imagination, this bald pen was not made by a famous craftsman, and even in the earliest days, this bald pen was not what it is now.

A long, long time ago, the bald pen and the knife at the other end were originally separated, the bald pen had its own pen tail, and the knife also had its own handle, and the two were originally a set - as for why the pen and the knife were a set, this has to start from the carrier of writing.

In the years when the knife was beaten, people did not use the current paper, but the more ancient, also more bulky bamboo slips, but compared to the paper, the bamboo slips also have their own advantages, that is, the paper is written wrongly, it can only be rewritten on a new paper, but the bamboo slips are made of bamboo pieces, even if the wrong words are written, it is not tight, the knife scrapes off the ink, and the same can continue to write.

This is also why the knife and the bald pen will be a set, just because one of these two is responsible for painting, and the other is responsible for changing, which is a set of stationery.

But since it is divided into two things, there will always be times when it is lost, most of the time people don't forget to bring a pen, but there are always times when people can't find the knife to be used for scribbling.

It was at this time that someone patted his head and came up with an idea.

"I put the knife on the back of the pen, can't I lose it?"

What's more, the process of this thing is not complicated, it is nothing more than to remove the handle of the knife, and then insert the stem of this small carving knife into the barrel of the pen, which does not even need to find a craftsman to do it, and you can do the work at home.

It turned out to be a clever idea, and from this day on, the smart man never lost a knife again.

It's just that this smart man didn't expect that this idea of fighting casually would save his life later.

That was when the clever man was fifty-two years old, and he was cleaning up the old bamboo slips and copying the broken ones by the way—but while he was working hard to write, there was a sudden chaos outside.

It was at this time that this clever man knew that there were enemy soldiers who had entered the royal capital, and now those soldiers were looting on a large scale, and even the library was not spared.

The enemy had already rushed to his face, and this smart man naturally would not stand under the dangerous wall, but even if he wanted to run now, it was too late, and the enemy soldiers who had rushed into the library had already slashed at him.

The enemy has a bright sword in his hand, but he is unarmed on his side, even if he carries bamboo slips all the year round and has a strong body, what can he use to fight with others?

"Wait, am I really unarmed?"

Thinking like this, the clever man instinctively raised the bald pen in his hand and stabbed the tip of the knife directly into the neck of the enemy soldier in front of him.

At the same time, this clever man, who had already escaped, was still surprised by the result just now, and he couldn't dodge, so he was also slashed in the chest by the blade of the enemy soldier, and fell to the ground with blood loss on the spot.

"Huh?"

Du Chengfeng, who saw this scene, was dumbfounded, he originally thought that this smart man could do a great job, but was it just like this?

But think about it, even if the brush is equipped with a knife tip, the lethality is extremely limited, and there is no way to compare it with a serious war knife. At present, this smart person can exchange lives with the other side, and he has already played a considerable record.

However, the picture doesn't end there.

The clever man who made the pen was indeed dead, but the pen was pulled out by the dying enemy soldiers, and the enemy soldier who had lost a lot of blood in his neck could no longer stand, and the blood-stained pen was thrown aside.

So, time flies, and the years are uneven.

As the days passed, the library had been looted again and again, and the books that had been stored here were scattered in one turmoil after another, and even the half-copied bamboo slips had already been scattered all over the place, and with the trampling again and again, the handwriting on the bamboo slips had long been blurred, and even the original spotless room had gradually begun to grow grass.

Spring and autumn have passed, and the former library has only been left with dilapidated buildings, and all the valuable things in it have long been emptied, and now there are only those foxes and rats who come here to try their courage.

It was at this time that a child discovered this old brush.

The half-rotten barrel, the barely hairless nip, and though there was a knife in the back, it was already rusty—the kind of thing that no one would take seriously, but the boy was a treasure.

And after this, Du Chengfeng knew that this child had been poor since he was a child, but he couldn't afford to read, and now he has a pen, even if it is a bad pen, it is enough to start learning to practice calligraphy.

Even if the pen is equipped with a small blade, this pen is still used for stationery.

According to the normal situation, this diligent and studious child may become rich and famous when he grows up, but it is a pity that life often changes suddenly when it gets better and better - just when the child has just been studying for two years, he is targeted by a bully of the same age, and the bully sees that the child is from a humble background, and he is running everywhere, and even beats the child for fun.

This child was an honest person, but no matter how honest a person is, he will have an outburst one day, so when the child was beaten again, this old bald pen was once again nailed into the person's neck.

The bully was stabbed to death, but the child fell into blood mold, and if he didn't return the book, he couldn't read, and now he fought back, and he was going to kill to pay for his life - but the fate of man may be so tortuous, just when the child was about to be killed according to the law, a wave of robbers happened to kill him.

The robbers killed all the other people in the village, but they admired the child's blood, because of his ability to read and write, the child quickly rose through the ranks of the bandits, and within a few years, he became the second leader of the entire gang.

And this bald pen, also as a souvenir, was carried by him all the time and became a proof of his identity.

“…… Yes? ”

After reading all this, Du Chengfeng didn't know what to say for a while.

Perhaps, those who have the ability can find their place anywhere?

"In other words, this child is the real owner of this pen?"

Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng continued to watch.

So, in the next picture, the child who has grown up is beheaded by the officers and soldiers who suppressed the bandits.

"Ah, this."

Du Chengfeng was speechless for a long time.

As it turns out, the profession of banditry really has little future.

The second owner of the pen is indeed dead, yes, but after all, there are still many people who know about this pen, and people think it is quite interesting for this kind of pen to carry a knife - mainly this design is indeed a bit practical, especially for those who have a very messy desktop, a pen that combines writing and sharpening can save them a lot of work.

Of course, more importantly, this pen can also defend itself at critical moments.

Although the blade is small, it is also an iron tool after all, and after sharpening the edge, it is enough to pierce the human body and bleed people - if there is any problem, it is that the pen has to be turned upside down every time it is used, which is a bit troublesome, so after that, everyone has designed a variety of new pens according to their own needs.

Some pens are fundamentalist and must have a knife at the back, while others simply hide the knife in the bristles for camouflage - such a pen is certainly not good for writing, but it is a good hand for assassination.

However, if it was really used to kill, the flat-headed knife was a little insufficient, so some people simply replaced the flat-headed knife with a sharp short blade, and even simply stabbed it with an iron cut. Some people think that the iron thorn is too easy to be discovered, it is better to simply work on the pen shaft, and on weekdays they say that they are using the iron pen shaft to train their arm strength, and when they really encounter the hand, they will copy the pen, which is a short iron rod - and even some people simply don't even want the head of the brush, and the whole pen is beaten into iron, just purely for the sake of fighting with people.

“…… Wait a minute? ”

Du Chengfeng suddenly felt as if something was wrong.

All along, when he sharpened his knife, what he saw was the main perspective of the blade - but just now, the things he saw had nothing to do with the pen in his hand, those bells and whistles were made by others, and the gap with this pen was also from the north to the south, how could he ......

"Finally found you."

It was at this time that the picture finally advanced to the relatively backward part.

As for why it is relatively backward, it is mainly because there are acquaintances in it.

It was Yuan Zhixian who had just been killed by him, but in the current picture, this Yuan Zhixian was still younger and still alive.

It's just that it's different from what Du Chengfeng has seen before, Yuan Zhixian at this moment, there is a bit of fanaticism in his eyes when he looks at this item.

"The ancestor of ten thousand pens, the first judge pen ...... in the world"

As if receiving some holy relic, Yuan Zhixian carefully held the pen in his hand.

"Baby, my baby......"

(End of chapter)