Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 226 Arms Shop

Jianhu Street is located near the west gate of Nanluo, where the night market is concentrated. Lanterns are hung in front of each shop, and there are vendors setting up stalls on the side of the road to sell.

Men, women and children walk through endlessly, which is the busiest time.

Zhao Lin and Brother Xiang Bao walked eastward, turned westward, and unknowingly came to a medicine hall.

The medicine hall has six frontages lined up horizontally, and it is very elegantly built. Although it is already night, there are still many people coming in and out.

The climate in Xiuzhao is humid and hot, the rainforest is lush, and there are many rare medicinal materials that are not found in other places. Zhao Lin and others have also heard of it in Dayue.

Xiang Bao, Zhong Yewu, and Li Liang were from well-off families, and they bought a lot of precious medicinal materials with the idea of ​​coming here once in a while.

Zhao Lin was not as rich as them, so he went around and only bought two kinds of proprietary medicines: Xiling Gao and Yiyisan.

Rhinoceros ointment nourishes the lungs and relieves cough, and coix powder can treat rheumatism of the muscles and bones. They are both local specialties, and they are taken home for the elders.

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

After a while, I saw an armory in front of it. There was a rattan shield standing in front of the door, and a spear was placed beside the shield, which seemed to be a bit of a "contradictory".

Zhong Yewu's eyes lit up, and he smiled and said, "Interesting, shall we go in and have a look?"

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

Entering the gate is a large courtyard, and wind lamps are lit around the walls of the courtyard, illuminating the inside as if it were daytime.

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

There were many customers in the store, standing in front of the weapon rack to choose weapons, and the guys greeted them attentively.

In fact, for blood 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, and even many Yuan Realm warriors like to collect all kinds of weapons.

Zhao Lin looked around, and was surprised to find that there were quite a few blood-level warriors in the weapon shop, and there were as many as a dozen at a rough count.

Several of them are strong, with rough appearance, and their appearance has obvious characteristics of the Western Regions or the Northland.

Zhao Lin guessed that they, like himself, also came to participate in the martial arts competition.

These people also noticed Zhao Lin and the others, and the eyes of the two sides were divided, and each of them knew each other.

Since everyone knew that well water does not interfere with river water, Zhao Lin felt relieved and walked to a weapon rack to watch.

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

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

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

"what?"

There was a long knife on the weapon rack, the same style as the Yanling knife used by General Dayue, Zhao Lin touched it curiously.

"Guest officer, what do you think of this knife?"

A guy came up and asked.

"Where did this knife come from?"

Zhao Lin didn't answer the question instead.

The clerk raised his thumb and praised: "Guest officer is really discerning, this knife is made in Dayue!"

"Look, this knife is stretched, the blood groove on the blade is neat and powerful, the blade is sharp, the shape is beautiful, and it has both actual combat and etiquette..."

The guy talked eloquently, boasting that this knife is in the sky, but there is no earth, and he couldn't stop talking.

Zhao Lin wanted to laugh a little. Hearing from the guy's tone, the weapons produced by Da Yue are... high-end?
Zhong Yewu and the 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 scriptures, and think that things from other places are good.

Moreover, although the people of Xiuzhao were disgusted with Dayue on the surface, the influence of thousands of years was deeply rooted, and there were many people who admired the Celestial Dynasty, so that the goods from Dayue were highly sought after.

The man didn't pay attention to the expression on Zhao Lin's face, and said to himself, "Oh, Dayue's weapons are just fine! I remember a poem that specifically praised the Yanling Sword. How do you say it?"

He frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped his forehead, shook his head and said: "The general is born with courage and courage, with a wild goose feather knife on his waist!"

I can also sing poetry!

Zhao Lin was really surprised this time, an ordinary store clerk could recite Dai Viet's poems.

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

Suddenly a sneering voice said.

The man glanced at the man, and immediately seemed to be strangled. He didn't dare to speak anymore, and walked to the side in desperation.

The speaker was not tall, with a slightly pointed chin, and two mustaches on his lips. He looked about twenty years old, and he was looking at him with resentment.

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

"It turned out to be a disciple of the Lotus Sect."

As soon as he thought about it, he understood why this person was unhappy.

He didn't care about it at the moment, he glanced at Zhong Yewu talking with a fellow, and walked over as if he had met his favorite weapon.

There is a long sword in a conspicuous place in the center of the courtyard. The hilt is thick and the sword body is as bright as water. It should be a weapon that the store has grandly promoted.

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

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

The man smiled and said, "Guest officer, this is not an ordinary sword, but a mother-in-law sword."

"Mother-child sword?"

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

The clerk praised: "The guest officer is indeed an expert!"

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

With a sound of "choking", a thin sword was drawn from the blade.

"Look, one is long and the other is short, one is bright and the other is dark, and they share a single hilt."

"The mother sword is hollow, and the child sword is set in the mother sword. It looks like a sword on the surface. If the mother sword gets stuck during a fight, you can pull the mechanism and pull out the child sword in an instant, making it impossible for the enemy to guard against it. Hit to win!"

Seeing Zhong Yewu's eyes shine, the clerk continued: "This mother-child sword is exquisitely designed and extremely difficult to make. We only have this one 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 a voice beside him suddenly said: "This sword is good, I bought it!"

The man was stunned for a moment, and looked up to see a man with a pointed chin and two mustaches.

Zhong Yewu's face sank all of a sudden, and he suppressed his anger and said, "My friend, I have taken a fancy to this sword. Isn't it appropriate for you to cut the beard halfway?"

Mustache chuckled lightly, "Look at yours, I'll buy mine, what's the matter?"

As soon as these words came out, the weapons shop fell silent.

(End of this chapter)