The Nine Heavens
Chapter 64

That night, Chu Yang was still somewhat confused. On the first day of business, the arrogance of the Heavenly Armament Pavilion had attracted many spectators. Many of them were martial artists. There were also many people with pretty clothes and arrogant expressions. They might be people from the great clans in the capital.

Why would these people be able to hold back their curiosity and not come to see it?

It should be known that having a divine weapon in hand can increase one's battle power by at least one level. No matter if it was in Jiang Hu or on the battlefield, it was a treasure that could save one's life.

Possessing a god weapon that far exceeded the quality of an ordinary god weapon was equivalent to having an extra life!

Is this not interesting enough?

No matter if it was a martial artist or a martial artist, this attraction was enough, right?

Chu Yang was confused. What the hell is going on? As far as I know, once the people in Iron Cloud Nation heard about this, they should have flocked regardless of their purity. But why is it so strange that no one is interested? Did I remember wrong?

On the second day, there was still an audience. But it was even quieter than the first day. Not even one person entered. On the first day, there were at least some local bastards causing trouble …

On the third day, the number of spectators was even less. Chu Yang could not help but feel depressed. Buying or not buying is one thing, but at least some people will come to see it. There are millions of people in the capital, but they are not curious? What, what's going on?

On the third night, there was finally movement.

Chu Yang was looking at the book that Du Shi Qing had given him, Immortal Medicine. Opening the title page, there was a foreword: In this world, who can't die? There aren't. Therefore, doctors can only cure eternal diseases. But what is eternal disease? Yu Cai believed that all injuries and illnesses caused by outside forces or by people outside the body were considered as eternal illnesses.

Eternal sickness is the Commission of Heaven …

Chu Yang's spirit lifted as he read. The meaning of these words was very clear: As long as the person was not too old to die, any disease could be cured. Of course, this is only in theory. But even if it was only in theory, his tone was extremely arrogant.

Tap tap …

There's a knock on the door.

Chu Yang was reading with great interest. Hearing this, he impatiently asked, "Who is that?"

"I heard there are god weapons for sale here, so I'm here to visit you." A tired voice came from outside.

Chu Yang's heart skipped a beat. Although this voice sounded tired, there was a kind of arrogance in it. It was as if it did not put anyone in his eyes. Only someone who had been in a high position for a long time had such a tone.

Moreover, this voice was still very young.

He closed the book and opened the door, only to see a brocade-clothed young man standing in front of him. His face was calm and tired, yet between his eyebrows, there seemed to be a light worry that could not be resolved. Seeing Chu Yang open the door, he did not have a strange expression.

Despite being dressed luxuriously, the tip of his clothes was covered in dust, as if he had not rested after traveling a long distance. How could a person with such an arrogant tone end up in such a miserable state?

The moment Chu Yang opened the door, the young man's stomach suddenly rattled. It seemed like he was very hungry, but there was no shame on his face …

When the lights are turned on, they are as small as a pea.

"Please sit down." Chu Yang knew from the aura and attitude of this person that this young man before him was definitely not an ordinary person. He must be the brother of a big family.

This was because the aura of a person of high standing was not something that an ordinary family of officials possessed.

Chu Yang was slightly suspicious. How could such a great family treasure come out in the middle of the night without guards? Moreover, why was he in such a miserable state?

The young man smiled and looked around the shop. Then, he entered and sat down opposite Chu Yang. He smiled and said, "Brother, what's your name?"

"Do you want to buy a gun, or are you here to visit a friend?" Chu Yang smiled and asked.

"Good!" The young man looked at her for a while before lightly praising her. As he spoke, he took the sword from his waist and placed it on the table. He looked at it with pity for a moment before slowly pushing it in front of Chu Yang, "Brother, since you specialize in divine weapons, why don't you look at my sword?"

Chu Yang was speechless. He's here to sell weapons. He has not been open for three days and does not have a single customer. Now that someone had come in the middle of the night, it seemed like he was also here to sell weapons. Are they in the same industry? His luck was really unlucky.

But thinking about it, he still reached out and took out his sword. Because he did nothing, he did nothing.

When the sword entered his hand, it was heavy. Chu Yang could not help but loosen his eyebrows and praised, "Good sword!"

"Brother, you haven't opened it yet, how do you know it's a good sword?" The young man in brocade looked at him with a smile. Although his clothes were in a miserable state, his words and actions were calm. This shows that his upbringing is not bad.

"The "normal long sword is three feet long. Three feet three with a sheath; your sword three feet five with a sheath. "Chu Yang looked at the sword and said," The sword is the king of weapons. The phrase 'one inch longer is an inch stronger' refers to a sword and not any other weapon. Everyone thinks that this phrase applies to any weapon, but it is a misunderstanding. Because the sword is a soft murder weapon. If it is long, it is not strong. If it is not strong, it is fragile. If it is fragile, it can break easily. So, short swords were easy to make, but long swords were difficult. Like your sword, with such a long cut, it increases the difficulty of making a sword. But from the scabbard and the hilt, simple and old, with a little blood energy. Enough to show that he has gone through many years and has suffered many murders. But it was still the same, no doubt it was a good sword! "

"All right!" The young man laughed, his laughter full of praise. He said, "Brother, you really are someone who understands swords!"

"Also ... the weight of an ordinary sword is about five kilograms. The ideal sword weight is about seven kilograms." Chu Yang lightly said, "It's hard to tell if it's mixed with any other specific metal."

"Your sword, including the sheath, is already over fifteen kilograms!" Chu Yang said, "The sword is heavy, but its shape has not changed, it must be a good sword!"

The praise in the young man's eyes grew stronger.

Chu Yang flipped his wrist. With a clang, like the roar of a dragon or tiger, the long sword came out from its sheath. Instantly, a cold light shone. Like the light of a bean shining on a sword, it emitted thousands of lights, illuminating the entire room!

"Great sword!" Chu Yang exclaimed as he inspected it carefully. The more he looked, the more he praised.

The sword is like autumn water. Even if it is silent, it seems to keep shaking.

"Seeing beauty under the lights is a great joy in life. But only a sword-loving person knows that seeing a famous sword under a lamp is the greatest blessing." The young man sighed and said, "The sword has spirit, heart. Looking at the sword is looking at killing, seeing Jianghu! Looking at the famous sword in the autumn water, the roar of a dragon or tiger, there was an iron horse and an ice river in Jianghu! "

"That's right." Chu Yang sighed and said, "Seeing the sword is looking at Jianghu." He raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him. He said, "But you and I have never met before. You didn't come here to let me see this sword and feel Jianghu."

As he said this, the sword light lit up. Chu Yang did not even see it. The long sword had returned to its scabbard with a clang, as if it had its own eyes.

"You are indeed skilled in using swords." The young man smiled. "But of course I didn't come here just to let you see the sword. I just want to find someone who likes swords."

His eyes flashed with a look of pain. He said, "Since I came out, I haven't had a single cent on me. I have traveled eight thousand miles to come here. But all the stuff I had before was sold. Only this sword remains! "

He looked at Chu Yang with a burning gaze. "Brother, I only need a hundred taels of gold. I will pawn this sword with you. After some time, I will return to pick it up. At that time, I will return ten thousand taels of gold! Take this sword! "

Chu Yang was silent. He's a little suspicious.