Chapter 226 Weapons Shop

Author: Long Baoyu

Chapter 226 Weapons Shop

Jianhu Street is located near the west gate of Nanluo. It is where the night market gathers. Lanterns are hung in front of each shop, and there are vendors setting up stalls on the roadside.

Men, women, old and young are constantly passing through, which is the most lively time.

Zhao Lin and Brother Xiang Bao walked east and west, and unknowingly came to a medicine hall.

The medicine hall is lined with six doors and is very elegant. Even though it is night, there are still many people coming in and out.

The climate in Xiuzhao is hot and humid, with lush rainforests and many rare medicinal materials that cannot be found elsewhere. Zhao Lin and others also heard about it in Dai Viet.

Xiang Bao, Zhong Yewu and Li Liang are from well-off families, and they bought many precious medicinal materials with the idea of ​​a rare visit.

Zhao Lin was not as rich as them, so he shopped around and only bought two patent medicines, Xiling Ointment and Coix Tears.

Xiling ointment can moisturize the lungs and relieve coughs, and Yiyi powder can treat rheumatism in the muscles and bones. They are both local specialties, and they can be taken back to the elders for consumption.

After buying the medicinal materials, the four of them came out of the medicine hall carrying large and small bags and continued to wander on the street.

After a while, I saw a weapons shop in front of me. A rattan shield stood in front of the door, and a spear lay horizontally next to the shield, which was quite "self-contradictory".

Zhong Yewu's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Interesting, let's go in and have a look?"

Zhao Lin and others knew that Zhong Yewu had a hobby of collecting weapons, so they said "good" and walked into the store.

Entering the entrance is a large courtyard, with wind lanterns lit around the walls, illuminating the inside as if it were daytime.

There are many weapon racks standing in the yard, filled with various weapons.

There were many customers in the store, standing in front of the weapons rack, choosing weapons, and the clerks greeted them enthusiastically.

In fact, for blood realm warriors, weapons are not necessary, or even dispensable.

But for low-level warriors, weapons are still a means to strengthen their strength.

Another point is that people who practice martial arts have an almost natural love for weapons. Even many Yuanjing warriors like to collect various weapons.

Zhao Lin looked around and was surprised to find that there were many blood realm warriors in the weapons shop. At a rough count, there were actually more than a dozen.

Several of them were strong in stature, with rugged looks, and their appearance had obvious characteristics of the Western Regions or the Northern Regions.

Zhao Lin guessed that they were probably here to participate in the martial arts competition like him.

These people also noticed Zhao Lin and others. The two sides' eyes were in contact with each other, and they understood each other tacitly.

Since everyone knew that water from a well does not interfere with water from a river, Zhao Lin felt relieved and strolled over to a weapons rack to watch.

Xiuzhao was deeply influenced by the Central Plains, and weapons can be imitated, but they also have their own characteristics.

Take the straight sword as an example. The sword body is much narrower than the Central Plains sword. The scabbard is carved with exquisite patterns. The hilt is made of precious wood or ivory and is decorated with pearls.

Zhao Lin looked at them for a while and felt that these weapons were a bit fancy, and he knew they were expensive without asking, so he walked to another weapons rack.

"Huh?"

There was a long knife on the weapons rack, the style of which was the same as the Yanling knife used by Dai Viet generals. Zhao Lin touched it with his hands out of curiosity.

"Sir, what do you think of this knife?"

A guy came up and asked.

"Where did this knife come from?"

Zhao Lin asked instead without answering.

The waiter raised his thumb and praised: "Your Majesty, you are really discerning. This knife is made in Dai Viet!"

"Look, the posture of this knife is stretched, the blood grooves on the blade are neat and powerful, the blade is sharp, and the shape is beautiful. It is both practical and ceremonial..."

The man was eloquent and praised the knife in heaven and earth. He couldn't stop talking about it.

Zhao Lin wanted to laugh a little. From what the waiter said, the weapons produced in Vietnam were more... advanced?

Zhong Yewu and others also heard it and looked over with a smile.

This is not difficult to explain, just like most people generally have the idea that foreign monks can chant sutras, and think that things from other places are good.

And although the Xiuzhao people were openly anti-Dai Viet, their influence over thousands of years was deep-rooted, and there were many people who admired the Celestial Dynasty, so that goods from Dai Viet were highly sought after.

The waiter didn't pay attention to the expression on Zhao Lin's face, and still said to himself: "Oh, Dai Viet's weapons are so good! I remember there is a poem that specifically praises the Yan Ling Sword. How do you say it?"

He frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped his forehead, shook his head and chanted: "Generals are born to be courageous, with Qiushui Yanfei Dao across their waists!"

I can also recite poetry!

Zhao Lin was really shocked this time. An ordinary shop assistant could actually recite Dai Viet poetry.

"Hmph, it's just an ordinary knife, what's there to brag about?"

Suddenly a sarcastic voice said.

The waiter glanced at the man and immediately felt as if he was being strangled by the neck. He didn't dare to speak anymore and walked aside dejectedly.

The speaker was short in stature, with a slightly pointed chin and a mustache on his lips. He looked to be in his twenties and was looking over with an angry expression.

Zhao Lin saw this man wearing a blue training uniform with a lotus embroidered on his chest, which was exactly the same as the one on the clothes of Elder Ruan of the Lotus Sect.

"It turns out he is a disciple of the Lotus Sect."

As soon as his mind changed, he understood why this man was unhappy.

I didn't care at the moment. I glanced at Zhong Yewu and saw him talking to a waiter. He seemed to have found his favorite weapon, so he walked over.

There is a long sword in a conspicuous position in the center of the yard. The handle is thick and the sword is as shiny as water. It should be a weapon promoted by the store.

"This sword looks just a little sharper. Why is it placed here? Is there anything special about it?"

Zhong Yewu asked, pointing to the long sword on Lan Qi.

The clerk smiled and said: "Sir, this is not an ordinary sword, but a mother-child sword."

"Mother-child sword?"

Zhong Yewu raised his eyebrows, "Is there a sword within the sword?"

The waiter praised: "My guest is really an expert!"

As he spoke, he held the hilt of the sword and pressed the pearl on it.

With a "choking" sound, he pulled out a thin sword from the sword body.

"Look, these two swords are long and short, one is light and the other is dark, and they share the same hilt."

"The mother sword is hollow, and the child sword is set in the mother sword. On the surface, it looks like a sword. If the mother sword is stuck during fighting, you can trigger the mechanism and pull out the child sword instantly, making the enemy unable to guard against it.

Hit to win!"

Seeing Zhong Yewu's eyes light up, the clerk continued: "This mother-in-law sword is exquisitely designed and extremely difficult to make. We only have one like this in our store. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the treasure of the store..."

Zhong Yewu nodded while listening, and was about to ask for a price when suddenly a voice next to him said: "This sword is good, I bought it!"

The waiter was stunned for a moment. He looked up and saw a man with a pointed chin and a mustache.

Zhong Yewu's face suddenly darkened, and he suppressed his anger and said: "Friend, I have taken a liking to this sword. Isn't it appropriate for you to cut off the beard halfway?"

Mustache chuckled, "Look at yours, I'm buying mine, what's the problem?"

As soon as these words came out, the weapon shop fell into silence.
Chapter completed!