Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Fine Iron Sword

  Taking over the two long swords, Zhao Ji carefully examined them and found that there was indeed a significant difference between ordinary iron swords and fine iron long swords.

  Ordinary iron sword, the sword body is quite dull, and the blade does not have that sharp edge feeling; while fine iron long sword is different, the sword body is dark and shiny, against the sunlight flashing, occasionally a flash of faint light, the blade looks even more sharp.

  "Fine iron swords are superior to ordinary iron swords in both quality and sharpness, and can be considered divine weapons. Additionally, each type of long sword has a more dazzling shape, and you only need to add some money to get the treasure sword that satisfies you."

  While Zhao Ji carefully admired the two long swords, his partner continued to explain in detail: "Even if you are not satisfied with all the styles of long swords, you can also place an order and guarantee that it will be completed within a certain period of time. It's just that the price will be slightly more expensive."

  "Alright, you don't need to say any more. I just want a fine iron sword. As for the shape of the long sword, the more ordinary the better. This one in my hand will do."

  After identifying it, Zhao Ji waved his hand and interrupted the chatter of that short young man.

  The price of ordinary iron swords is cheap, but the quality is a bit poor. Zhao Ji was not suspicious at all, and he thought that with a slightly stronger internal energy, a warrior could break the long sword with his bare hands.

  The price of the fine iron sword was ten times higher, and its quality and sharpness were also two streets away from ordinary iron swords. However, Zhao Ji was still somewhat dissatisfied, because compared to his alloy soft sword, the fine iron sword seemed like a piece of junk.

  However, Zhao Ji also knew that in such a small town, it was already not bad to have an iron shop selling weapons, and it was unlikely to have divine artifacts comparable to alloy soft swords.

  "Alright, one fine iron sword, ten taels of white silver as a gift."

  The fellow let out a happy whoop.

  Ten taels of white silver, previously, Zhao Ji really didn't have any, but now it's nothing, in that bright red envelope, there are at least several dozen taels of silver.

  "Money and goods have been settled."

  He took out a few pieces of silver from his money bag and handed them to the fellow, returning the ordinary iron sword as well. Just as Zhao Ji was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something.

  "By the way, Brother Ding, do you need a long sword? Yuan has the Golden Snake Sword, but it's not needed anymore."

  Zhao Ji said to Ding Dian and Yuan Chengzhi.

  "No need, I don't use it much usually."

  Ding Dian bluntly refused.

  Under the somewhat disappointed gaze of that short fellow, Zhao Ji and his three companions left, with Zhao Ji, who was carrying a long sword, truly having some heroic aura.

  "Zeng, is there a place in town where I can buy books? I want to buy two books to read and alleviate boredom."

  After hanging the long sword on the keychain at his waist, Zhao Ji asked Zeng Yu.

  "Books, let me think... I don't seem to have any."

  Zeng Yu furrowed his brow in thought for a moment before shaking his head and saying.

  Just as Zhao Ji was about to lose hope, Zeng Yu continued: "However, I remember a place that sells secret books. Those secret books are all written, but they're very expensive, and I've heard that those secret books aren't quite genuine."

  "Oh, there's such a place, let's go take a look."

  Zhao was extremely interested and asked enthusiastically.

  The reason for buying books is not that Zhao Ji really likes the two books that relieve boredom, but to understand the words of this world, at least the words of Wu Guo.

  Under Zeng Yu's lead, the group of people walked in a zigzag pattern, turning from the main road onto a small path, and finally entered a small alley, stopping in front of the house at the very end.

  "Zeng older brother, this place is so remote, how did you know about it?"

  Zhao Ji looked at Zeng Yu in surprise and asked.

  With a somewhat embarrassed smile, Zeng explained: "This is what I specifically asked about. In the past, I also thought of buying two martial arts manuals to cultivate the villagers' martial skills. However, thinking that no one in the village could read and hearing that those martial arts manuals were all fake, so I gave up in the end."

  It's hard to say that those so-called martial arts secrets are too expensive, and he can't bear to spend the money, after weighing the pros and cons, he gave up.

  "So it was."

  Zhao nodded slightly.

  As the village head of Zengjia Village, Zeng Yu was quite competent. For the sake of the village, he even thought of buying martial arts secret books to cultivate all the people in the village to practice martial arts, which shows his dedication.

  "Knock knock knock..."

  Knocking a few times on the wooden door, waiting quietly for a moment, I could hear a faint rustling of footsteps approaching, and then the big gate was opened.

  As the gate opened, an old man appeared. His scrutinizing gaze swept over Zhao and his three companions before he asked expressionlessly, "Who are you people? What brings you to my doorstep?"

  "I heard there's a martial arts manual for sale here, we're very interested, so we came to take a look."

  As the core of a small group, Zhao Ji still speaks on behalf of several people.

  "Come in."

  Open the wooden door and clear the way. The old man replied coldly with a sentence, without being more enthusiastic because Zhao Ji and others were guests.

  As he entered the gate, the scenery really opened his eyes wide. A very large courtyard, just like it hadn't been taken care of for a hundred years, was overgrown with dense and deep weeds everywhere. If you add two graves, Zhao Ji would not object to saying that this is a cemetery.

  Walking through the only small path in the weeds, Zhao Ji and three others followed the old man to a room in front, which was obviously an ordinary hall.

  "Please sit down at your convenience, I'll go get the martial arts manual."

  The old man threw down a sentence and left on his own initiative.

  "Whether or not there is a brilliant martial arts manual here, the old man's performance alone is quite like that of a deeply hidden and unexposed martial artist. It's possible that in his youth, he was once famous throughout the rivers and lakes."

  He casually found a chair to sit down, and Zhao Ji suddenly had some absurd thoughts in his mind, thinking that the old man with an extremely cold attitude might be a hidden master.

  Shaking his head, Zhao hastily threw the out-of-tune idea to the farthest reaches of the sky. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, with a hint of dissatisfaction: "This is also too slow for the guest, just letting people sit like this, not even serving a cup of tea, it's also too impolite."

  He glanced at the door leading to the inner house in one corner of the hall, and Zeng Yi lowered his voice, saying with some caution: "Brother Zhao, don't say such things, it's not good for everyone to hear."

  "There's no one else here, so who would hear it? Besides, what I'm saying is all true, not just nonsense."

  Zhao said nonchalantly.

  "Who says no one heard? I did. To that young fellow, I say your habit of speaking ill of others behind their backs is indeed not good."

  The old man walked out of the inner room with a cold face.

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