Chapter 64: The Mysterious Young Man

  That night, Chu Yang was still puzzled. On the first day of opening, Zhang Kuang of Tianbing Pavilion had already attracted too many people to watch, and there were also many martial artists inside. There were also many people with luxurious clothes and arrogant expressions, possibly from a big family in the city.

  Why can these people bear their curiosity and not come in to take a look?

  To know that a divine weapon is in hand, at least it can improve the combat power by one level, whether it's traveling through rivers and lakes or fighting on the battlefield, it's a life-saving treasure that people dream of.

  Having a divine weapon of extraordinary quality in hand is equivalent to having an extra life!

  Isn't this attraction enough?

  Is this kind of appeal enough for either a noble family or an army?

  Chu Yang was puzzled and couldn't figure it out. What's going on? As far as I know, the situation in Tieyun Country should be that as soon as they hear this news, regardless of their chastity, they should all rush to ask about it. But why is it so strange that no one asks? Did I remember wrong?

  The next day, there were still people watching. But it was even more deserted than the first day, not even anyone entering the door. At least on the first day, there was a bit of commotion...

  On the third day, even the onlookers decreased. Chu Yang couldn't help but feel depressed. Whether or not to buy is one thing, at least a few people should come in and take a look? In a city of millions, how could no one have any curiosity? What's going on here?

  On the third night, there was finally some movement.

  Chu Yang was looking at the "Undying Medical Technique" given by Du Shi Qing; as soon as he opened the cover page, there was a line of preface: In this world, who can be immortal? No one. Therefore, doctors can only cure non-fatal illnesses. However, what is a non-fatal illness? I secretly think that all diseases caused by external forces or physical injuries are non-fatal illnesses.

  A terminal illness is just fate...

  Chu Yang's spirits lifted. The meaning of these words was clear: as long as one hadn't reached the point where their oil had run out and their lamp had dried up, any injury or illness could be cured. Of course, this was only in theory. But even if it was just theory, the tone was still extremely bold.

  Dong dong...

  A knock at the door.

  Chu Yang was savoring the scene when he heard a voice and asked impatiently: "Who?"

  "I've heard there are divine weapons for sale here, so I came to pay a visit." It was a tired voice from outside.

  Chu Yang's heart skipped a beat, this voice was tired, but it revealed a kind of arrogance, as if he didn't take anyone seriously. Only those who have been in high positions for a long time would have such an attitude.

  And this voice is still very young.

  He closed the book and opened the door to find a young man in brocade standing before him, his face calm but tired, with a hint of inexplicable melancholy between his eyebrows. As he looked at Chu Yang opening the door, he didn't show any unusual expression.

  Although he was dressed in finery, his clothes were dusty and worn out at the hem, as if he had been traveling for a long time without rest. How could someone with such an arrogant tone be so disheveled?

  At the moment Chu Yang opened the door, the young man's stomach suddenly growled loudly, as if he was extremely hungry, but there wasn't a hint of embarrassment on his face...

  The lamp is lit, and the solitary lamp is like a bean.

  "Please sit down." Chu Yang could tell from the young man's demeanor that he was not an ordinary person, but rather a noble-born son.

  Due to this superior's aura, it is something that ordinary official families would not possess.

  A wealthy family is likely to produce prodigal sons, but it is also the easiest place to produce talented people. Because their starting point is much higher than that of heroes from humble origins.

  Chu Yang was somewhat perplexed - how could the treasured daughter of such a prominent family be out at midnight without any guards accompanying her? And why did she appear so disheveled?

  The young man smiled slightly, looked around the store, and then walked in and sat down opposite Chu Yang. He smiled and said, "May I ask your surname, sir?"

  "Do you want to buy arms or make friends?" Chu Yang asked with a faint smile, raising his eyes.

  "Good!" The young man gazed at him for a moment before lightly praising him. As he spoke, he unbuckled the sword from his waist and placed it on the table, looking at it with reluctance for a while before slowly pushing it in front of Chu Yang: "Since you specialize in selling divine weapons, take a look at this sword!"

  Chu Yang was speechless. He was a seller of weapons here, and for three days he hadn't had any business, not even a single customer. Now, in the middle of the night, someone finally came, but judging from his tone, it seemed like he was also a seller of weapons. Was he a fellow practitioner? His luck was truly terrible.

  But thinking about it, I still reached out and took that sick sword. Anyway, nothing's going on, just being idle is also idle.

  As soon as he held the sword in his hand, it felt heavy and substantial. Chu Yang couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and praise: "Good sword!"

  "Brother, you haven't even drawn it out yet, how do you know this is a good sword?" The young man in brocade clothes looked at him with a smile. Although his clothes were disheveled, his words and actions were calm and composed. It's clear that he had a good family upbringing.

  "This is a general long sword, three feet in length. With the scabbard, it's three feet and three inches; but this sword of yours, with the scabbard, is three feet and five inches." Chu Yang looked at the sword and said: "A sword is the king among all weapons. The saying 'one inch longer, one inch stronger' refers specifically to swords, not other types of weapons. People often misunderstand this phrase, thinking it applies to any type of weapon. But a sword is a light and agile killing tool; if it's too long, it won't be strong, and if it's not strong, it will be brittle, and if it's brittle, it will break easily. Therefore, short swords are easy to forge, while long swords are difficult. A sword like this one, with an extra block added, increases the difficulty of forging even more. But looking at the scabbard and hilt, they appear ancient and worn, with a hint of bloodstains, showing that it has been through many years and battles, yet still remains intact - undoubtedly a fine sword!"

  "Good!" The young man laughed and said with a voice full of praise: "Brother, you really are a master of the sword!"

  "Also... generally, a long sword weighs around six to nine catties, the most ideal weight is seven catties and seven taels." Chu Yang said calmly: "If it's mixed with other specific metals, it's hard to say."

  "This sword of yours, with its scabbard, already weighs over thirty catties!" Chu Yang said: "A heavy sword is a good sign, the shape remains unchanged, it must be a fine sword!"

  The young eyes were filled with even more admiration.

  Chu Yang flipped his wrist, and with a "clang", the long sword was drawn out of its scabbard. Instantly, a cold light shot out, like the light from a bean lamp shining on the sword, and it actually flashed out thousands of auspicious colors, illuminating the entire room to almost transparency!

  "What a great sword!" Chu Yang exclaimed, examining it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more he couldn't help but praise it.

  The sword's body is like autumn water, even if it's still, it seems to be trembling constantly.

  "Watching a beauty under the lamp is one of life's greatest pleasures; but only those who love swords know that watching a famous sword under the lamp is the greatest joy." The young man sighed and said: "A sword has spirit, it has heart; to look at a sword is to see the world of killing and martial arts! With a single glance at an autumn water dragon-tiger sword, one's chest will have iron horses, icy rivers, and a thousand years of Jianghu!"

  "Not bad." Chu Yang sighed, "Looking at the sword is just like looking at the world of martial arts." He raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him, saying: "But you and I have never met before, so you didn't come here to let me take a look at this sick sword and experience the world of martial arts."

  As he spoke, a flash of sword light appeared, and Chu Yang didn't even look back, the long sword had already returned to its scabbard with a clang, as if the sword itself had eyes.

  "As expected, you're a master swordsman." The young man smiled: "However, I'm not just letting you see the sword, I'm looking for someone who loves the sword."

  A pained expression flashed in his eyes, and he said: "Since I left, I haven't had a single penny on me. I've traveled eight thousand miles to get here, but everything I had before has been sold off. All that's left is this sword!"

  He stared at Chu Yang with piercing eyes: "Brother, I only need a hundred taels of gold. I will pawn this sword here first; after a while, I will come to retrieve it; at that time, I will return you ten thousand taels of gold! Take away this sword!"

  Chu Yang's quiet silence made him somewhat puzzled.

  This sword is worth a fortune at first glance! Mortgaging 100 taels of gold would be more than enough. But he couldn't understand why such a good thing had happened to him.