The fat man realized he had lost his composure and quickly said, "Young lady, don't be afraid. I didn't mean anything by it. I just noticed your sword and lost my composure for a moment."
"Really?" Hong Xiaoduo was a little skeptical. But even if it were true, it couldn't be this exaggerated. Her eyes almost popped out.
Seeing her wary and questioning expression, the fat man quickly stepped back: "I am the owner of this weapons shop. My family has been running this shop for five generations. I have been quite fascinated by these things since I was a child."
Therefore, it's inevitable to act this way when you see something good.
"I wonder where young lady obtained this sword?"
"Oh, I don't know its origin either. My family has never told me about it. Judging from the way you're doing, it seems like you know something about this sword?" Hong Xiaoduo's curiosity was piqued.
"Young lady, this way please." The portly owner gestured for her to sit in the small room behind the curtain.
Hong Xiaoduo looked back at the outside of the shop. The children were still watching the peddler's pole. Then she went inside.
Inside, there were also two rows of weapons. Although Hong Xiaoduo didn't understand these things, they looked much more high-class than those displayed outside. There was also a bookcase on one wall, and the fat boss was currently using a chair to reach down a booklet from the top.
After getting off, he walked towards Hong Xiaoduo, flipping through the pages as he went: "Look, isn't this sword on here exactly the same as yours?"
Hong Xiaoduo took the sword and examined it carefully. She then took it off and compared it with the others. She nodded and confirmed that they were indeed the same. "What does it mean if they are exactly the same? Swords made by the same swordsmith, with the same pattern and size, can't be the only ones like this. Or is there something else special about it?"
Hearing her question, the fat landlord pulled the chair he was sitting on closer to her, and even looked back at the curtain to peek out before turning his head and pointing to her sword on the table, saying, "Young lady, let me tell you, this sword was personally forged by the swordsmith Wen Xizi of the previous dynasty on his sixtieth birthday."
Wenxi Zi had already stopped forging swords and handed over the sword-forging pool to his apprentice and son. However, the forging furnace was ignited by heavenly lightning. Wenxi Zi didn't even celebrate his birthday. Instead, he stayed at the forging furnace and personally forged this sword, naming it the Thunderfire Sword.
After the sword was completed, many generals and martial arts heroes came to him with high prices to ask for it, but he politely declined, saying that he wanted to keep the sword as a family heirloom.
After that, there was no further news about the sword.
Hong Xiaoduo looked at the sword beside her: "You mean, this sword is the only one?"
The fat shopkeeper shook his head and then nodded, saying, "Although two were forged at the time, the second one was defective and was thrown back into the furnace to be melted down by that Wenxizi. So, it should be considered the only one of its kind."
"Really? Or maybe it was made by another swordsmith?" Hong Xiaoduo thought of the time she used this sword to cut vines and bind wild game, and felt a little sorry for it.
No wonder I managed to slice off that robber's arm with such a light touch!
I knew it! I couldn't possibly be that powerful. It turns out it was this sword that was so amazing!
"Young lady, you're absolutely right about one thing. Later, some swordsmiths did indeed make imitations of this sword, but those swordsmen and generals, even knowing it was a fake, still rushed to buy it. But I dare to swear on my life that this one is absolutely genuine."
"If you don't believe me, how about I sell it to you for a high price?" The fat owner looked expectant.
"The price is up to you, young lady. As long as I can afford it, I will not haggle. In addition, I have three famous swords hidden away, and you may choose one," the fat shopkeeper added.
Hong Xiaoduo listened without saying a word, and was just thinking to herself, she hadn’t even figured out her current identity and how much combat power she had, yet she was given such a high level of equipment?
“You don’t seem like a cunning person, boss. Can you tell me how much it’s worth?” Hong Xiaoduo asked, pointing at the sword.
The fat landlord was in a dilemma. It was fine if he didn't want it; he could tell the truth. The key was that he wanted to take the sword now!
"Well, let's put it this way, you could say it's priceless. But if you want to sell it, you have to set a price, right?" The fat landlord cursed himself for not being cunning just this once.
"Furthermore, and I may say something offensive, young lady, but you don't seem to be very skilled in martial arts, yet you're carrying it around. If someone who knows its value recognizes it and becomes greedy, not only will you not be able to protect it, but you might even lose your own life."
How about I sell it to you for a high price and keep it for my collection?
"I'll help you choose a suitable sword, young lady, so it won't affect your dashing and heroic appearance." The fat landlord was speaking with good intentions, but he was telling the truth. He wasn't just making things up to scare the young lady by trying to trick her into giving him the sword.
Hong Xiaoduo glanced at the fat boss: "Boss, you might as well just say it, I'm not worthy of this sword."
Cough cough cough, the fat boss was caught off guard by such a direct question and didn't know how to respond.
“Boss, you can tell I don’t know anything about prices. Can you tell me what price you’re willing to offer? I just want to know its value, not that I want to give it to you just because I asked the price,” Hong Xiaoduo said clearly.
After all, the chubby owner was actually quite nice.
Upon hearing this, the fat boss was disappointed, but he still thought about it seriously for a moment, then stretched out a hand to Hong Xiaoduo and spread his fingers.
"Five, five thousand taels of silver?" Hong Xiaoduo thought for a moment, ruled out the number five hundred taels, and seeing that the fat owner didn't seem to be able to come up with fifty thousand taels, she tentatively said a number.
The fat boss shook his head with a smile, thinking to himself, "She really is a little girl who doesn't know anything."
"Fifty thousand taels?" Hong Xiaoduo was a little skeptical. Weapon shops made so much money?
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