Chapter 80 Armor (Part 1)
Once you can enter this weapon shop, you will see Japanese armor. Each armor is extremely exquisite and has different styles and charms.
But Fang Xin was not interested in this thing.
His eyes looked at the knife. Every knife here was exquisite and meticulous, almost becoming an artistic treasure. He couldn't help but frown. He felt that the quality of the knife was not very good, and his expression showed it, and said to Xiao Bing: "It doesn't seem to be very good!"
"Did you come from the empire?" An old man in his forties and fifties heard it, bowed and spoke in skillful Chinese. He had to say that many people in the Izumo Kingdom know Chinese characters and it has become a popular trend.
"Yes, travel." Fang Xin answered briefly.
"If you want to take good care of the goods, please go inside." The old man said with a smile. He felt very sensitively that the two young girls and teenagers were not ordinary people.
"I'm just here to take a look and maybe I'll buy the right one." Fang Xin said silently.
The old man didn't care and led the two into it. When Fang Xin only took a look, he knew that the goods inside were indeed not comparable to those outside.
While watching, the old man introduced that of course, the Izumo Kingdom Knife was improved from the Tang Dynasty's Tang sword. However, after a thousand years, it has been improved. According to the shape and size, it is divided into Taidao, Knife, Knife, Short Dagger, etc.
The gap in the flank refers to a knife that is more than 30 cm long but not full in 60. It is said that it is often used for suicide. Fang Xin certainly has no interest. As for the short knife, it is less than 30 cm long, in Fang Xin's opinion, this is almost like a dagger and has no interest at all.
So I noticed the long knife soon.
Since ancient times, the Izumo Kingdom Long Sword has been known for its beautiful shape while being a weapon. Many famous swords contain the meaning of the soul of a warrior. This is not a so-called symbol. Many patterns and marks are truly powerful and meaningful. Fang Xin listens and picks up them while listening. All of this amazed Fang Xin - these cold and sharp lights fascinated him.
These knives are definitely not just decorations, but the sharp and chilling blades all prove that they are a killing weapon.
After reading it, Fang Xin did not take it. He now understood that the Izumo Knife outside the first floor was specially produced in large quantities as trade goods or even souvenirs purchased by tourists. Although the quality is good, it is also shoddy.
The quality and craftsmanship of the building inside are excellent, but they are far from being called a real boutique, so he said, "I wonder if there is any better one?"
The old man hesitated a little, and Xiao Bing said, "If you have any master's works, just take them out. I believe we can still afford them."
The old man smiled bitterly and said, "It's not this. The government stipulates that master's works. Professionals with kendo titles in China must be purchased. They must be policemen and soldiers, as well as professional swordsmen, and only knives can wear knives. As for leaving the country, it is even more strict, and they all require a certain qualification."
"It doesn't matter. Just draw a card and take a look." Xiao Bing said calmly.
The old man glanced at her, took the card, and saw the basic information with a stroke. He was immediately surprised and said, "It turns out that he is an imperial nobleman. Of course you have the right to purchase the works of our masters."
As he said that, he paid back the card respectfully. This time, Fang Xin just found it ridiculous and sad. He nodded and didn't say anything more.
After knowing Xiao Bing's identity, the old man immediately changed his attitude and became more respectful and attentive: "Two distinguished guests, our store does contain some master's works, please go to the inner room to speak."
After following the shop owner, there was not much time. Several Izumo samurai warriors wearing samurai robes came in. They were holding sword boxes in their hands. Almost all of them were made of teak and had some special symbols on them. Fang Xin was a little surprised because he felt that the symbols were truly powerful.
Fang Xin glanced at him and found that he was nothing more than a second-level swordsman, not too rare.
The old man respectfully saluted a shrine in the room, burning incense, Xiao Bing and Fang Xin both frowned. She and him felt a cold chill coming out of the shrine, looking at the room as if cold.
"This is the God of Weapon Kingdom." Xiao Bing seemed to know it, and whispered, not calling it its name.
"Oh, I get it."
After burning incense, the old man opened the sword boxes one by one with his own hands, a total of six.
Once opened, the cold air on the sword penetrated out of the room. Fang Xin looked at it and found that almost all the pieces had mysterious patterns and talismans.
These patterns and talismans may be just decorations in the eyes of ordinary people, but in Fang Xin's eyes, these undoubtedly carry some power.
However, these forces are filled with cold air, and some even have a dark air.
"Although these knives are good, they are made with divine power." Xiao Bing said: "Once it is stained with blood, it will attract the attention of the carved symbols and establish connections."
"Yes, so it's not suitable for me." Fang Xin gave up regretfully and picked up the last hand.
This long sword is relatively simple. There are only simple cherry blossoms on the knife, and there are no other ones, but they are also cold and compete with the other five swords, but after all, they are suppressed. However, as soon as they are in their hands, the emotions condensed in the sword are actually transmitted.
That is regret, that is favor, that is nostalgia, that is trance.
In a moment, what I remember is happiness. At that moment, it seems like time goes back and flowers bloom. Gentleness and emotion, longing and sweetness are just the first meeting. The tides are born and die, and the world changes, and the world changes, turning all the beautiful things into deep regrets.
"You have a good vision, this is the only master in the works of our masters who rely on themselves without relying on their own power." The owner hurriedly said: "It is one of Okamoto Nobuic's peak works."
"I understand, is Master Nobuic Okamoto still here?" Fang Xin woke up and asked.
"It's no longer here, this is his last work."
"I understand, this sword is quite delicious. I bought it, how much does it cost?" Fang Xin stroked the sword body, feeling something. The regret condensed in the sword made him moved.
"Thirty-sixty thousand empires!" The owner breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, many people think that this sword is an unfinished half of the work, and it has been here for three years.
"I bought it, give me a room, I'm going to make some preparations." Fang Xin said, turning around and saying to Xiao Bing, "A Bing, you'll wait a moment."
"Okay, I'll wait for you!" This is not surprising. Many people have a small ceremony when they first match their swords.
I chose a room, opened the door and went in. There was indeed nothing like a camera when I was looking for Lingju. I sat down quietly. The sword was filled with the creator's belief, which really made Fang Xin feel.
Sitting on my knees, just thinking about my past memories, one by one, clear.
Many regrets are just evolution after encounter. When we first meet, everything is beautiful because that is longing and hope.
Perhaps the creator just missed the simplicity of the past and injected with strong regrets and recollections, but when the other party said that countless feelings arose one by one.
Things in the world are ruthless, and everything is beautiful, and there will be incredible changes.
There seemed to be no much call. The holy light and the light of merit in Houtu emerged almost at the same time. The holy light was not dazzling, but it was like two flames, sprinkled on the sword, but it did not leak out at all.
This time, the holy light of merit is guided, and the light of the earth is the wings. This regretful feeling is the core, just slowly purified, and then there is a light on the sword, as if someone is writing in the air, and a line of words is described.
"Life should be like the first meeting"
It was carved on the sword, and then, the Houtu Rebirth Sutra floated in the air one by one, and gradually became transformed into a knife. Inadvertently, a famous sword was born again.
In fact, it was only a moment before Fang Xin got up, put the sword into the sheath, and hung it around his waist.
When they left, Xiao Bing had already paid the money. When they saw him come out, they smiled and the two of them went out like this. It was already four and half an afternoon, but the summer was growing and the sun was still high.
Although the two of them are incompatible with the cold and heat, they are still ready to have some refreshments in this weather. There is this ice fruit here. This ice fruit is a real ice fruit. It is cut into pieces from fresh fruits, and some seasonings are added with ice cubes. Therefore, when you eat it, you will feel extremely cool. The most important thing is that for many people, eating this will not make you fat, it is very easy to digest, and it is rich in nutrients and vitamins.
The opposite is a small ice fruit shop. The owner knows how to manage it. In the huge freezer in the store, she puts cantaloupe, watermelon, loquat, peach, cherry, lychees and so on, and even some special fruits in this world. When the customer comes to order it, she will make ice fruit tea.
Both of them were wearing gorgeous kimonos, and even Fang Xin was equipped with swords. In Izumo Country, according to the laws of 116 years ago, those who formally matched swords must be people with martial arts titles, policemen, soldiers, and nobles.
Chapter completed!