.When Lin Mo just came out of the Sutra Pavilion, it was already noon. At this time, it started to rain lightly. The autumn wind mixed with the rain and blew on him, making him look particularly desolate.
The dark-faced man who was sleeping in front of the pavilion has long disappeared. It is not known whether he went to make food or what he was doing.
Lin Mo looked at the hazy mountains in the distance. Ning Yang could no longer see them at all.
Disappeared in the mist.
Lin Mo strode down the mountain after practicing the exercises he had copied in his arms more firmly to prevent them from being soaked by the rain.
The rain began to fall harder and harder, slowly turning from silk to beads.
The soybean-like raindrops fell, dark clouds gathered, and it was gloomy. It looked like it would become even louder in the future.
Along the way, Lin Mo saw a lot of passers-by who were in a hurry. Seeing that it was too late, they all found a shop and planned to take shelter from the rain.
Lin Mo was no exception. He found a shop that seemed to have a relatively spacious store and walked in.
It's a coincidence that when I walked in, I saw the two characters "Mo's" with flying phoenixes on the plaque. After taking a closer look, I realized that it was the Mo's Craftsman Shop that Xu Chengyuan mentioned.
Fortunately, he had planned to come, but this time it was easier.
Lin Mo made up his mind, casually wiped his slightly soaked hair with his sleeve, and started to visit.
When fighting with mountain beasts, except for some fierce men who are skilled in kung fu and like to punch to the flesh, most martial artists are better at holding weapons and using the benefits of weapons.
Therefore, there are many craftsmen's shops.
The Mo's Craftsman's Shop is obviously of a higher style, and the shops are located on a street near the top of the mountain.
However, the decoration is not too luxurious, just simple wooden and iron fittings.
Various weapons are hung on the walls. The common ones are swords, guns, swords and sticks, but there are also rarer ones, such as rakes and nine-section whips.
It looked like it was indeed very sophisticated, and all the swords were glowing with cold light, so deserted that it made people feel cold just looking at them.
There are also small boxes placed on the surrounding tables, which contain hairs. Is it used to test the sharpness?
"Do you need to buy anything? The weapons in our store are all made by hundreds of people. The quality can be guaranteed. The techniques are passed down from the Ouye family in Taizhou. If you buy them, you will make a profit." A young boy came out of nowhere and approached Lin Mo. , introduced cheerfully.
"Oh? The Ouye family? You will make money if you buy it? If that's the case, please help me recommend some weapons to me. Are there any weapons suitable for me in the store?" Lin Mo's eyes lit up and he smiled.
The Ouye family is good at training soldiers, and it is rumored that the magic weapon Chunjun was forged by the first Ouyezi.
In order to forge this sword, the thousand-year-old Chishan Mountain in Taizhou broke out of tin, the waves of the Ruoye River rose again after thousands of years, and the first Ou Yezi also died of exhaustion.
Heaven and man work together to forge divine weapons.
Since then, the Ouye family's reputation has been completely established in Chi County.
"Is it suitable for you?" When the boy saw the business coming, he rolled his eyes, looked at Lin Mo, and exclaimed.
"Your physique is indeed quite majestic. The swords that most people are accustomed to are probably not suitable for you. As for the sword, an ordinary mountain sword or a broad-backed sword may be suitable. Why don't you take a look?"
Lin Mo nodded.
The boy turned around and walked into the inner room, and soon came out holding two long boxes, breathing heavily.
Opening the first box, there was a murder weapon lying inside.
"It is five feet and one inch long and weighs sixty-six kilograms and nine taels. It is made of cold iron and has been forged for one hundred and eighty-nine times. It is a perfect murder weapon. Most people have trouble even using it. Only warriors like you can do it." That’s what makes life possible!”
The boy handed the big knife to Lin Mo and introduced it with a flattering smile.
Lin Mo's eyes lit up. The sword looked really strong. Especially the length suited him very well. He was too tall. I took some measurements in the past few days and found that he was almost 2.3 meters tall. Ordinary weapons were too short, which made him feel uncomfortable. He made it timid.
Unsatisfactory.
He grabbed the big knife. It was indeed good. There were two deep blood grooves on the back of the knife, which was thick and thick. The handle was a tiger's head, wrapped in red cloth. The blade had been sharpened and had a cold shadow.
Lin Mo waved it casually, and the cold light in the air reversed, making a squeaking sound. Just listening to it sent chills down the spine.
The only drawback is that it is too light, and it feels like picking up a chopstick when waving it around.
"This one won't work, it's too light." Lin Mo carefully put the knife back into the box and turned to the boy.
"Too light?" The boy was stunned.
This broad-backed sword is already heavy enough. Regardless of length or weight, it is a heavy weapon in itself.
Although sixty-six kilograms and nine taels is not heavy, after all, an ordinary person can lift a hundred kilograms of things with a little exercise, but lifting is just lifting, this is different.
For ordinary people, if you just raise your hands like this, you will get sore shoulders and arms within a short time, let alone lifting heavy objects.
An ordinary person with a strength of a hundred kilograms, if he wants to fight with weapons and use various methods to fight, let alone sixty-six kilograms, even six kilograms must undergo special training.
Sixty-six kilograms is not a simple number even for an ordinary martial artist in the physical realm. It can only be achieved by a martial artist in the boiling blood realm, whose energy and blood are further boiled and replenished, and their strength is greatly increased.
Even so, not many warriors are willing to use this thing. After all, being able to use it and making it slippery are two different things.
"You brave man, please wait a moment,
There is no need to try this other machete. It is a little lighter than the broad-backed sword, only fifty-nine pounds or one tael. It is not what you want. I will go find you a more powerful one. weapon. "
The boy changed his title unknowingly, lowered his eyebrows and bowed.
After saying that, he entered the house again.
After a while, the boy came out.
This time he didn't take any box, because he took an iron rod!
It is somewhat similar to Sun Xinglie's refined iron rod, but this rod is completely black and green, as dull as rust.
"The green clay stick is eight feet six inches long and weighs ninety-nine pounds and nine taels. It is made of green iron. It is the toughest and heaviest. When forging green iron, my master once forged it three hundred and eighty-nine times, which is considered a The best thing among ordinary soldiers,
Unfortunately, it is too long and cannot be used by ordinary people. It is only suitable for tall people, so it was put on hold for a long time. "
Lin Mo's eyes lit up and he took the green clay stick handed over.
It is cold all over. Although it is made of iron, it is not cold and slippery to hold. Those rust-like lines make it easy to hold firmly.
He tweaked it slightly and found that the hardness and softness were just right, making it easy to use some bullet sticks.
He really wanted to play, but unfortunately the space in the hall was too small, so he couldn't get what he wanted.
"If you want to give it a try, you might as well go to the backyard, where the space is wider."
The boy seemed to understand Lin Mo's thoughts and suggested.
Lin Mo naturally has nothing to do with it.
After passing the small door, there is a cave behind the store, which is a spacious courtyard.
The air here is quite hot. From time to time, you can hear the sound of hammers and the whirring of bellows. You can guess that the craftsman's shop is nearby.
But it has nothing to do with him.
Lin Mo adjusted his breathing and held the stick with both hands, one hand in front and one behind. His clothes instantly bulged, and he took a step forward, pressing down and sweeping with the stick, creating a shadow of the stick.
Majestic.
But after more than ten breaths, it stopped.
It's still too light and uncomfortable.
"It's too light. Is there anything heavier?" Lin Mo asked.
"The strong man may be disappointed. This green clay stick is already the heaviest weapon in the store. The smaller one only weighs more than 80 kilograms, which is not what you want.
To be honest, if you want heavier weapons, you may have to have them customized by someone or find them from battlefield weapons. After all, only people in the military who are used to practicing kung fu and killing enemies and breaking formations are willing to use them. That kind of heavy weapon. "
The boy wiped his sweat in embarrassment. Just watching the stick play made him shed a head of white sweat.
Lin Mo sighed and was about to say something. At this time, a familiar voice mocked:
"I think you are just a fool. You have a lot of power in you. You are really serious about playing with a stick. Why can't you use a meteor hammer better than this?"
