As soon as I entered this weapon shop, I saw Japanese armor, each piece of which was extremely exquisite and had different styles and flavors.

  However Fang Xin was not interested in this thing.

  His gaze fell on the knife, each one of which was exquisite and delicate, almost becoming a work of art. He couldn't help but frown, feeling that the quality of the knife wasn't great, his expression showing it, and he said to Xiao Bing: "It doesn't seem to be very good!"

  "Are the two of you from the Empire?" A man in his forties or fifties bowed and spoke in fluent Chinese, it's unavoidable to say that many Japanese people are proficient in Chinese characters and language, which has become a never-fading trend.

  "Yes, traveling." Fang Xin replied briefly.

  "If you two want to take a good look at the goods, please go inside." The old man said with a smile, he keenly sensed that the two young girls and boys were not ordinary people.

  "I just came to take a look, maybe I'll buy something suitable." Fang Xinxin said.

  The old man didn't think much of it and led the two inside. Once they were inside, Fang Xin only took one glance to know that the goods inside were indeed incomparable to those outside.

  As he watched, the old man introduced, of course, Japanese swords, which were improved from Tang Dynasty's Tang sword, but after a thousand years, they have been improved. According to shape and size, they are divided into several types such as tachi, uchigatana, wakizashi, and tanto.

  Waist difference, refers to a knife with a length of more than 30 cm but less than 60 cm. It is said that it is often used for suicide, and Fang Xin has no interest in it at all. As for the short knife, its length is less than 30 cm. In Fang Xin's view, this is almost equivalent to a dagger, and he also has no interest in it.

  So he soon noticed the long knife.

  Japanese long sword, since ancient times, as a weapon at the same time, with its beautiful shape is famous, many famous swords contain the soul of the samurai meaning, this is not what is called symbolism, many patterns and symbols, are truly powerful meaning. Fang Xin listened to it while speaking, while picking up. All of this made Fang Xin sigh in admiration - these cold and sharp glows, made him fascinated.

  These knives are absolutely not just decorations. The sharp and chilly blade proves that it is a deadly weapon.

  Fang Xin finished reading, but didn't take it to use. He now understood that the Japanese sword on the first floor was mass-produced as a trade item or souvenir for tourists. Although the quality wasn't bad, it was also rough and shoddy.

  Inside this building, the quality and craftsmanship are considered good, but still far from being a true masterpiece, so he said: "I wonder if there's something better?"

  The old man hesitated slightly, and Xiao Bing said: "If there are any masterpieces, just bring them out. I believe we can still afford them."

  The old man smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that simple. According to government regulations, masterpieces can only be purchased by professionals with a swordsmanship title within the country. Only police officers, military personnel, and professional swordsmen are allowed to carry knives. As for going abroad, it's even stricter, requiring certain identity qualifications."

  "It doesn't matter anyway. Just swipe a card and you'll know." Xiao Bing said calmly.

  The old man took a glance at her, took the card and swiped it. The basic information was displayed immediately. He was shocked at once. "So you are an imperial noble, of course you have the right to buy our country's masterpieces."

  He said. The card was returned with a bow. This time, Fang Xin only felt ridiculous and pathetic. He nodded and didn't say anything else.

  The old man, knowing Xiao Bing's identity, immediately changed his attitude and became more courteous and enthusiastic: "Two noble guests, our store indeed has some masterpieces hidden away. Please come to the inner room to talk."

  Following the shop owner in, not much time had passed when several Japanese samurai dressed in warrior robes came in. They were holding sword boxes, almost all of which were made from yew wood and had some special symbols on them. Fang Xin was somewhat surprised because he felt that the symbols actually had power.

  Fang Xin swept a glance over him, and it was nothing more than a second-rate sword hand, which wasn't particularly rare.

  The old man bowed respectfully in front of a shrine in the room, lit incense, Xiao Bing and Fang Xin both furrowed their brows, they both felt a chill emanating from the shrine, as if it was coldly staring at the room.

  "This is Japan's God of Arms." Xiao Bing seemed to recognize it, saying in a low voice without calling out its name.

  "Oh, I see. After offering incense, the old man personally opened these sword boxes one by one, a total of six."

  Once opened, a chill ran out of the room from the sword. Fang Xin took a look and found that almost every handle had mysterious and unpredictable patterns and talismans.

  These patterns and talismans may be just decorations in the eyes of ordinary people, but in Fang Xin's eyes, they undoubtedly carry some power.

  However, these powers all carry a chill, and some even carry a dark aura.

  "These knives are good, but they were made with divine power." Xiao Bing said: "Once stained with fresh blood, it will attract the attention of the existence of the carved symbols and establish a connection."

  "Yes, so it's not suitable for me." Fang Xin reluctantly gave up and picked up the last one.

  This long sword is relatively simple, with only a simple cherry blossom on the blade, nothing else, but it also gives off a chilling aura, competing with the other five swords, although it was suppressed in the end. However, as soon as I held it in my hand, the emotions that had been condensed into the sword were transmitted to me.

  That's a pity, that's nostalgia, that's reminiscence, that's daze.

  In an instant, what I remembered was happiness. At that moment, it seemed as if time had flowed backwards and flowers were in full bloom. Tenderness and emotion, longing and sweetness, turned out to be just the beginning of our encounter. The tides rose and fell, the oceans changed, and the world transformed, turning all the beautiful things into deep regret.

  "This noble gentleman, your taste is indeed good. This is the only masterpiece in our store that relies on its own strength without borrowing power." The shop owner hastily added: "It's one of Okamoto Shinichi's peak works."

  "I see, is Master Okamoto Shinichi still around?" Fang Xing asked as he woke up.

  "It's already gone, this is his last work."

  "I see. This sword is quite flavorful. I'll buy it. How much?" Fang Xin stroked the sword, as if sensing something. The regret that had been condensed into the sword moved his heart.

  "Three hundred and sixty thousand Empire Yuan!" The shopkeeper let out a sigh, in fact this sword, many people think it's an unfinished half-product, has been placed here for three years already.

  "I've bought it. Give me a room and I'll make some preparations." Fang Xin said, turning to Xiao Bing and saying: "Ah Bing, you wait for a while too."

  "Alright, we'll wait for you!" This is nothing unusual. Many people have a small ceremony when they first pair up with their swords.

  He chose a room, opened the door and went in. His spiritual awareness was directed forward, and indeed there were no photography heads or anything like that. He sat down quietly for a while, and this sword contained the creator's belief, which made Fang Xin feel it.

  Kneeling down, just thinking back on past memories, one by one becoming clear again.

  Many many regrets, are just evolutions after meeting, if it was the first time we met, everything was beautiful, because that was longing, that was hope.

  Perhaps the creator just missed the simplicity of the past, and injected intense regret and nostalgia, but for the other party, countless feelings were recalled one by one.

  Things in life are merciless, everything beautiful will undergo an unimaginable change.

  It seems that there wasn't much of a call, the sacred light of Hou Tu and the light of merit, almost simultaneously emerged. This sacred light was not dazzling, but like two flames, sprinkled all over the sword, yet not a single thread leaked out.

  This time, the sacred light of Gong De guided, and the light of Hou Tu became its wings. This sense of regret was at the core, but it slowly purified, and a bright light appeared on the sword's body, as if someone in the air was writing words, one line at a time.

  "Life should be treated as if it were the first time"

  Carved on the sword, then the Postnatal Classic floated in the air, word by word, and gradually merged into the knife. Unintentionally, a famous sword was born again.

  It was just a moment, Fang Xin stood up, put the sword into its scabbard and hung it at his waist.

  He had gone out, Xiao Bing had already paid the bill, and when he saw him come out, it was just a smile, and the two of them left like that. At this time, it was already 4:30 in the afternoon, but since summer days are long, the sun was still high up in the sky.

  Although the two were not affected by the cold and heat, in this kind of weather, it's still better to have some tea and snacks first. There is a type of iced fruit here that is truly iced fruit, made from fresh fruit cut into small pieces, with some seasonings added, along with ice cubes. When you eat it, you feel an extraordinary coolness, and most importantly, for many people, eating this won't make you fat, it's very easy to digest, and the nutrients and vitamins are rich.

  Across the street is a small iced fruit shop, the owner knows how to run a business well, she has a huge ice cabinet in her store with watermelon, cantaloupe, loquat, peaches, cherries, lychee, and even some special fruits from around the world. When customers come to order, she makes the iced fruit tea.

  Both of them were wearing magnificent kimonos, and Fang Xin even had a sword with him. In Japan, according to the law 116 years ago, only those who hold martial arts titles, police officers, military personnel, and nobles are allowed to formally wear swords.

  Fang Xin paired with this sword, truly elegant and radiant, attracting the attention of all the guests. The two didn't think much of it, ordered a watermelon iced tea, the boss immediately brought it out, cut off a slice, then cut into small pieces, put them in a cup, poured in the refreshing drink, added ice, and served it over.