There are a lot of swords in this stall, but they all look very ordinary at first glance.
Gong Yueyue didn't feel disappointed. She had used many swords in the past two lives, including some expensive swords, but none of them really matched her heart.
Zhao Changyuan picked up a cyan sword, flicked it with his fingers, and said to Gong Yueyue: "The black iron sword is embossed with bronze. Although the forging is rough, it is somewhat rare, do you like it?
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Weapons naturally focus more on practicality, but the beautiful sword blade still made Gong Yueyue take a second look. He reached out to take it, weighed it in his hand, and casually held a sword flower around it, then put the sword back.
"Too light..."
Zhao Changyuan nodded, picked up another sword that was slightly wider and had a black blade, and said: "It is made of pure black iron and has high precision. Let's try it?"
Gong Yueyue took it. Although the weight was moderate, she glanced at the blade and shook her head, "Pig iron is too brittle."
Zhao Changyuan took it and put it aside, then looked at the swords on the stall, and then picked up a sword with a moon-white blade, "This is forged from smelted iron. It has moderate hardness and flexibility, and is not as heavy as
That one is heavy."
Gong Yueyue didn't pick it up this time, and just smiled, "Although it's not easy to break, this kind of sword is okay for you to try and use it."
Zhao Changyuan also smiled and put it down. The three swords he picked out should be the best swords in the whole stall. Since these are not as good as Gong Yueyue's eyes, the remaining swords needless to say.
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He himself doesn't have any fixed weapons. He mostly uses guns on the battlefield and doesn't often wear a sword on weekdays. He just picks one up when needed and doesn't pay much attention to these things.
If these words were told to Gong Yueyue, she would definitely give Zhao Changyuan a blank look. With his internal strength so high, his requirements for weapons and the like would naturally be lowered.
While they were talking, the stall owner also raised his head. From the beginning when Zhao Changyuan introduced the sword, there was still a bit of pride on his face, but seeing that he actually jumped out his best sword easily, it could be seen that
With the forehead forging technique, the pride on his face has long since faded, and he looks a bit serious.
Seeing that these three swords were actually rejected by Gong Yueyue, and the conditions given were not nonsense, it can be seen that they did have their own needs.
Just when Gong Yueyue picked up another dagger, the stall owner finally couldn't help but speak, "This dagger is made of bronze. The proportion of copper and tin is slightly different. The copper content on the back is higher and it is not easy to break. The cyan color
Heavier. The edge has a higher tin content, is sharper, and has a heavier bluish white color."
Hearing his detailed introduction, Gong Yueyue was a little surprised. She looked at the dagger in her hand, touched the sharpened edge, and said with a smile: "It is indeed very sharp. It is a good dagger."
She put it in her hands and danced, "It's just that some of them don't suit me."
Seeing the questioning look in the young man's eyes, Gong Yueyue picked up a slightly larger scimitar and said, "This is a dagger, but it's actually a short sword. But the dagger I like to use is similar to this kind of dagger."
The scimitar should have some curvature. Because in this way, it can not only stab, but also chop." She said and made a chopping motion with the scimitar.
"Then why not just use a machete?" the young man asked again.
Gong Yueyue turned her head and glanced at Zhao Changyuan, a little unsure whether she would say too much.
Looking at her and himself, Zhao Changyuan shook his head slightly, indicating to her that it was okay. Although there are many people with mixed eyes, they are still mixed, so there is no need to worry about anyone doubting their identity.
Gong Yueyue nodded slightly and then said: "The shape of the scimitar is too big to be hidden. This is one of the reasons. Furthermore, the curvature of the curve is a bit too large. The contact area for cutting is smaller, not to mention that it has lost its stabbing function.
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After listening to her words carefully, the young man thought about it for a while, and then asked: "It seems that this lady is indeed an expert. I wonder if I would be honored to take a look at her weapons."
Gong Yueyue smiled and said, "Stall owner, you're welcome. I'm not an expert. I just used some weapons and know what suits me. As for the weapons, I came here just to hang out and didn't bring any weapons with me."
"Ma'am, you're welcome. From your explanation of what you are suitable for, we can see that Madam is indeed an expert. At least..." He lowered his voice, with a hint of meaning in his eyes, "She is an expert in killing people."
These words immediately made Zhao Changyuan change his face slightly, and immediately walked to Gong Yueyue's side, showing a protective posture.
The young man immediately laughed, "Don't be nervous, I don't mean anything else, and I'm not curious about the identities of the two of you." After he finished speaking, he cupped his hands and said, "I am a swordsmith, so of course I am a swordsmith.
Unnamed, but my two masters may have heard of her, she is Mrs. Zhen, the master swordsmith."
Hearing Mrs. Zhen, Gong Yueyue showed some doubts on her face, but she turned around and Zhao Changyuan's eyes lit up, showing that she was indeed very famous.
It seemed that he intended to make friends with him, but this also played into the young man's wish, otherwise he would not have moved out of his master. He said: "My surname is Qing, and my last name is Qing."
"It turns out to be Brother Qing." Zhao Changyuan cupped his hands with a friendly smile on his face, and most of the ferocity on his face was washed away.
"You're welcome. I think you are older than me, so you might as well become my brother." He looked around and said, "This is not a place to talk. If you don't mind, just follow me."
Bar."
Zhao Changyuan nodded and said, "Brother Qing, please."
Gong Yueyue was a little wary and pulled his sleeve slightly. This person didn't even ask about their identity and just invited them to talk behind them. This was a bit too enthusiastic.
Qingyang naturally saw her actions in his eyes and said: "If you two are worried, then you can choose the place. I'm just curious about what kind of weapons Madam needs. Let's see if I can help Madam make them.
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He originally wanted to sit down and talk about this kind of thing, but seeing that Gong Yueyue was wary, he told his purpose in advance.
Zhao Changyuan had already guessed that he might be doing this, and he was convinced after hearing what he said. He said softly to Gong Yueyue: "Don't worry, Brother Qing has no ill intentions, and Mrs. Zhen's apprentice must be a rare one."
As a master swordsmith, I hope to help you find your ideal weapon."
Seeing that he was indeed not impulsive, and she really needed a piece of Chen Shou's Biangqi, she temporarily put down her guard and nodded to Qingyang, "Then there is Master Lao Qing."
Qingyang smiled slightly, and was sure that the two of them must be wearing masks, because their behavior and appearance were so different. Even if a person cannot be judged by appearance, there is a saying that the appearance comes from the heart.
A person who is gentle when others are in trouble will never have a rough face, and a person who is cautious and somewhat decisive in his actions will never have a weak face.
The two followed Qingyang into the alley and came to a secluded courtyard. (To be continued)