Time was not long, all kinds of dishes were brought up, including Dongpo pork and Beggar's chicken.

  Without waiting for Yang Chengye to speak, Niu Meng had already started eating hastily and voraciously, as if he had been starving for three days.

  After having enough wine and food, Yang Chengye called the shopkeeper and asked him to open a room upstairs for Niu Mengru to stay.

  As soon as he entered the room, Niu Meng lay lazily on the bed and fell fast asleep.

  Yang Chengye put down his burden and left the room, he planned to go for a stroll again, and take a look if he could buy a handy long sword, after all, he couldn't use branches every time to practice Longcheng Swordsmanship.

  In the Jiangsu and Zhejiang region, during the Spring and Autumn period, it was known as the State of Yue. The State of Yue produced skilled craftsmen, especially masters of sword casting, such as Ou Yezi and Gan Jiang Mo Xie, who were top-level masters of sword casting in the State of Yue.

  During the Song Dynasty, although literary figures flourished and military men declined, many literary figures would hang a long sword at their waist as an ornament, but in fact they didn't understand swordsmanship at all, it was just used to show off.

  Yang Chengye dodged through the streets, avoiding crowds, and found a slightly larger armory called "Jian Ge".

  Yang Chengye walked into the store and saw that the walls were adorned with all sorts of swords of varying lengths, their scabbards decorated with exquisite luxury, and their tassels fluttering.

  Inside the store, someone was browsing through those swords, and the boss was smiling and greeting them.

  The boss is a slightly fat, somewhat shrewd middle-aged man.

  When the boss saw Yang Chengye, a half-grown child, walk in, he disdainfully curled his lip and said to his partner, "You go attend to the customer."

  At the same time, he whispered in his partner's ear: "Keep an eye on him, don't let him be a thief or something."

  The fellow responded with a grunt and came before Yang Chengye, his eyebrows raised in a slight arch, asking bluntly: "What do you want to buy?"

  Yang Chengye's face slightly darkened as he said calmly: "Take a look if you want!"

  Suddenly, Yang Chengye saw a slightly worn-out sword placed in the corner of the counter and pointed at the sword, saying: "Take out that sword and have a look."

  The fellow glanced at the sword and found it to be a worn-out sword that had been left unattended for a long time, and said with a flicker of his eyes: "That sword is our shop's treasure, worth a whole city."

  Yang Chengye knew that the shopkeeper was looking down on him, and his heart felt uncomfortable. He coldly hummed: "It's just a broken sword, isn't it? It's become the treasure of the store. Bring it out for me to see."

  The fellow didn't answer, but slowly and laboriously drew out that broken sword.

  Yang Chengye took over the broken sword and felt a slight weight in his hand. Before he even pulled out the sword, a chill entered his palm, and he thought to himself, "Could this be a good sword?"

  As for swords, Yang Chengye didn't really understand them, he just wanted to find one that felt right in his hand.

  Yang Chengye carefully examined the sword and found that the scabbard was ordinary, with rust marks all over its surface, and there was even a bit of moss on the hilt.

  Yang Chengye drew his sword out of its scabbard, and instantly a chill wind hit him in the face, making his cheeks ache. He thought to himself: "What a good sword!"

  However, the chill was just a flash and no one noticed except Yang Chengye.

  When Yang Chengye came back to his senses, he saw that the sword was also covered in rust and stains, probably because no one had wiped it clean for a long time.

  Yang Chengye put his sword back in its scabbard and asked his companions: "How much silver is this sword worth?"

  The fellow's eyes lit up, this sword has been placed in the store for many years, no one has ever asked about it, even the boss said that this is a broken sword, if it can be sold, sell it, if not, it doesn't matter, it was just picked up from the countryside.

  Now this little devil in front of me wants to buy it, and if it can be sold, it may even sell for a high price. I'm sure the boss will be so happy that he'll give himself a few more rewards!

  The fellow's attitude suddenly took a 180-degree turn, and he smiled as he said: "Young master, this sword is the treasure of our store, passed down from our boss's ancestors, and it's also the masterpiece of Ou Yezi, the great swordsmith. Originally, it was not for sale, but if you want to buy it, we'll sell it to you for 500 taels of silver!"

  Seeing Yang Chengye frowning, the shop assistant continued in a low voice: "Young master, please don't spread it around, this sword is priced at 800 taels by our boss, I'm giving you the lowest price because I think you look kind!"

  Yang Chengye glanced at the broken sword and said with a smirk: "We're all in the same line of work, you don't have to quote such a high price."

  Upon hearing this, the fellow's face changed color and he said in an unpleasant tone: "A colleague? You're also a sword seller?"

  Yang Chengye shook his head and said: "I'm a robber!"

  "What?"

  After hearing Yang Chengye's words, the partner's voice increased by a hundred decibels.

  "Robbery? Don't you see where this is? Actually coming here to rob?"

  The shouting of the fellow startled everyone in the store, including the boss.

  "Who robbed who?"

  The boss hurried over and asked his partner.

  "He said he was robbed!"

  The fellow pointed at Yang Chengye and said to the boss.

  At this time, everyone in the store gathered around, looking at Yang Chengye's young age, which didn't seem like a robber.

  The boss's face changed, and he asked Yang Chengye: "Do you want to rob our store?"

  "You don't even see what kind of place this is, the guests who come here are either rich or noble, be careful you can't get out of this door!"

  Yang Chengye spread his hands and said: "Where did I say I was a robber?"

  "I merely said that your store is a robbery, and yet you claim this broken sword is the treasure of the store, and even dare to set a price of 500 taels of silver. If it's not a robbery, what is?"

  After hearing Yang Chengye's words, everyone finally understood that they had misunderstood Yang Chengye and had been making a fuss for half a day, and their expressions suddenly relaxed.

  The boss also roughly understood that his partner had deliberately sold the sword at a high price in order to get more reward money, and suddenly glared at his partner. The partner shrank his neck and retreated two steps back.

  The boss coughed and said, "This young master, as the saying goes, 'no deal is made without integrity', this sword is indeed a family heirloom of mine, and it's also the treasure of my Sword Pavilion."

  "The fellow quoted a price of 500 taels; if you can't afford it, then don't buy it, why insult people with your words?"

  Yang Chengye said calmly: "I am sincere in wanting this sword, and you don't need to use those grandiose excuses to deceive me, just quote a real price."

  "This..."

  The boss hesitated, this broken sword had been placed in the store for seven or eight years, and no one had ever asked about it. Now that someone was interested in it, he couldn't wait to sell it off, but having already spoken, how could he take back his words?

  "Let me take a look and see what kind of precious sword is worth 500 taels of silver."

  Just then, a crisp voice rang out, and a young woman wearing a fiery red tight-fitting dress, red leather boots, a precious sword at her waist, and a red cloak draped over her shoulders pushed through the crowd and walked in.

  Upon seeing the arrival of the guest, the boss's eyes lit up and he hastily accompanied a smile, saying: "It turns out to be Miss Han, your presence in our humble shop is truly an honor!"

  The woman glanced at Yang Chengye and asked the boss, "What kind of precious sword can be sold for 500 taels of silver? Bring it out and let me see."