Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 144 Do you want a wife or not?

After comforting his stomach, Cheng Yan picked up the Zhuofeng sword and continued on his way. The gleaming sword attracted a lot of people's attention. Cheng Yan was already used to it, and he walked out with the sword in his hand without caring about anyone.

Chopping peaks is the coolest!

"Wow, what a beautiful sword! Is this the first place winner of the sword forging competition?"

A childish voice sounded, and a little boy looked at Zhuo Feng with sparkling eyes.

"Well, it looks pretty good, but I remember that the swords that entered the finals of the sword-forging competition were not golden."

Sword Forging Competition...

Cheng Yan's ears suddenly perked up, "Hey, uncle, where is this sword-forging competition held? Can I go?"

The middle-aged man holding the child looked at Cheng Yan and said, "My friend, your sword is indeed a precious sword, but the sword forging competition is about to end. Why not wait until next year? There is still a chance."

Cheng Yan smiled at him and said, "Thank you, uncle. I won't participate, I'll just go and take a look."

"Well, then just walk forward and you will see a big platform just outside Inazuma Castle. You can see it when you get there."

"Okay, thank you uncle for showing me the way." Cheng Yan reached out from his pocket and took out a few candies and put them into the hands of the child in the man's arms, "Brother, please have some candy. Thank you for liking Zhufeng."

The golden sword was hanging beside Cheng Yan. He tapped the hilt seriously, as if he also approved of the other party's aesthetic taste.

The little guy's eyes were wide open.

Yes, a knife that can move.

After saying goodbye to the father and son, Cheng Yan rushed directly to the scene of the sword-forging competition. He was quite interested in sword-forging. Processing of various metals was also a compulsory course in mechanical engineering, and Cheng Yan had also been exposed to related techniques.

Although Zhuofeng was not forged, it did not stop Cheng Yan from looking at other people's swords. However, in his heart, anything produced by the Emperor must be a top-quality sword. Zhuofeng was made by splitting a mountain, so the raw materials were unique.

Cheng Yan walked through the crowd lightly. Although he was not the first to arrive, he found the best viewing spot. Looking at the two precious swords placed on the stage, he could feel the sharpness of the swords with his naked eyes.

"Really good." Cheng Yan crossed his arms and looked at them carefully. These two knives were definitely top-notch in terms of appearance and practicality.

"Zhuofeng, feel it, do you feel like you have found someone of the same kind?"

The golden sword flew a little higher, then slowly fell back to its original place, as if it was disdainful of the two swords.

"The last item of the competition is the hand-fitness test. Please ask the two contestants to pick up their own works and cut the middle of the rope in front of them. The one who perfectly divides the thin rope into two parts will be the winner of this knife-forging competition!"

After hearing such an impassioned speech, Cheng Yan touched his chin.

"Is this a refreshing and refined criterion? What if the two people cut it just right?"

Cheng Yan watched patiently, his eyes moving between the two contestants on the stage, and then fixed on the short-haired boy on the right, looking at his thin arms and legs, and then at the man next to him who was as burly as a small mountain.

"Well, I'll stand on the right side. For such a delicate job as cutting ropes, being smaller always feels more advantageous."

Zhuo Feng was also wondering about himself, but when he felt Cheng Yan's gaze, he moved slightly closer to the short-haired boy.

"Hey, Zhuofeng, don't get so close. We are here to watch the game. You are almost running onto the stage."

Reaching out to hold Zhuofeng again, Cheng Yan missed the slight trembling of the hand of the short-haired boy on the right side of the stage.

"stretch--"

The burly man raised his knife and cut the rope neatly. The onlookers cheered and then all their attention shifted to the short-haired boy on the right.

The boy had dark hair and fair skin, and the muscles in his arms were tense, as if he was struggling against something.

Cheng Yan blinked and looked at the knife in the young man's hand that seemed to be shaking slightly.

"How do you feel..."

"Swoosh--" the long sword flew out of his hand. The short-haired boy opened his eyes wide, but before he could intercept it, he saw the long sword rushing straight towards the stage.

“It’s flying down!”

"be careful!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Oh, damn." Cheng Yan looked at the knife coming straight towards him and dodged it quickly.

The long sword missed its target, then stood up shakily and went towards Cheng Yan again. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that it was not chasing Cheng Yan, but Zhuo Feng who was beside Cheng Yan.

As Cheng Yan was jumping up and down to escape, he saw a short-haired boy standing in a daze on the stage.

"Your knife is chasing me! Do something! My life is precious!"

[Ding——A new target has been found. Please make physical contact with it within three seconds.]

Cheng Yan paused in his running steps, looked at the fair and tender body of the person in front of him, opened his arms without hesitation, and hugged the person tightly.

The short-haired boy blushed all of a sudden and raised his hand to push Cheng Yan away.

But Cheng Yan not only did not let go, but instead held the person up and lifted him up, scolding loudly.

"Your master is in my hands! Why don't you surrender!"

The sudden words made everyone quiet down. The magical thing was that as soon as Cheng Yan finished speaking, the flying knife stopped all of a sudden, and stood quietly opposite Zhuo Feng, slightly moving closer to Zhuo Feng, which looked very strange.

Cheng Yan put the person in his arms down, looked at Zhuofeng, and then looked at the other sword that seemed "shy".

Yan Su raised his hand and patted the boy's shoulder, "My dear, it's our first meeting. Please take care of me."