After finding Ximen Qing's collection room, Ximen Chuixue saw that this sword collection room wasn't considered big. It was filled with all kinds of collectibles. Sabers, swords, clubs, spears, and even meteor hammers could be seen here.
Ximen Chuixue was a little speechless. God knew how his father had collected so many strange items.
Ximen Chuixue ignored the strange weapons such as the meteor hammer and the half-moon hook. He only glanced at the weapons such as knives and spears. Then, Ximen Chuixue started to focus on the swords in the collection room.
There were all kinds of swords in the collection room. Long swords, short swords, broken swords, snake swords, flexible swords.
He looked at the flexible sword. The materials used to make it were very ordinary. It was probably because it pursued softness, so this flexible sword was not sturdy. He originally thought that a flexible sword would be easier to carry around in the city, but seeing this, Ximen Chuixue had no choice but to put down the soft sword that was of average quality.
In the end, Ximen Chuixue placed his attention on the ordinary style of the longsword and the strange longsword that appeared every day. He weighed the sword in his hand, grabbed the hilt, and pulled out the sword. He tried to feel the feeling when he pulled it out and held it in his hand. In the end, Ximen Chuixue didn't find a suitable sword for him.
Ximen Chuixue didn't want to find any sharp swords or special swords. All he wanted was a sword that he felt comfortable holding in his hand. Unfortunately, none of these swords met Ximen Chuixue's requirements.
"Xiao Xue, what's wrong? Are you here to see my collection? Hehe, these are all my treasures!”It was unknown when Ximen Qing had arrived at the collection room. He was smiling as he spoke to Ximen Chuixue. His tone was rather boastful.
"Oh, it's okay if it's a collection. It's just an ornament anyway!”Ximen Chuixue said calmly.
"Hey! Snowy, what do you mean? Could it be that your father's treasure can only be used as a collectible?”Ximen Qing glared at Ximen Chuixue and said angrily.
"Isn't that so?" Ximen Chuixue asked in surprise.
This time, XiMen Qing had nothing to say. Speaking of which, it was indeed the case. These things, other than being collectibles, really had no use. After all, in today's society, with guns, who would use such cold weapons? Moreover, in terms of the quality of these cold weapons, Xi Men Qing did not have the confidence.
"Dad! Where did you buy these things?”Ximen Chuixue asked curiously. It shouldn't be that easy to buy such things in America.
"Oh, I bought some of them online. There's also a part that I went to Chinatown to get custom-made!”Ximen Qing said, a little unhappy. Obviously, he was still sad that his son had beaten up all his treasures.
"Chinatown? There's a blacksmith shop in Chinatown?" Ximen Chuixue's eyes lit up.
"Blacksmith shop? En en, yeah! Let me tell you! The average person wouldn't know about a blacksmith shop. Only you and I had to walk around the entire Chinatown to find the only blacksmith shop in the entire Chinatown!”Xi Men Qing said proudly. Only a boring guy like him, who was obsessed with martial arts novels, would do such a thing. In order to find a blacksmith, he had walked all over Chinatown.
"Is this the place?" Ximen Chuixue got the address of the blacksmith shop from his father, Ximen Qing. Then, he brought all the money he had saved up since he was young and came to the shop with the word 'iron'.
He pushed the door open and walked in. The decorations inside were very simple. Swords, daggers, military knives, and other weapons were hung on the wall. In the middle of the room was a stove, but the stove was stuffy. There were no sparks inside. Clearly, the business here was very bleak.
However, thinking about it, it made sense. After all, everything was mechanical now. Who would want something forged from iron?
Ximen Chuixue looked at the weapons hanging on the wall and shook his head slightly. The quality of these weapons was really not good. In terms of quality, it could not even compare to those swords made by machinery.
"Yo! Young man! How was it? Let me tell you if there's anyone you like. These are all handmade treasures, but those that are printed by machines are different. If you want to buy it, ten dollars. Just ten dollars is enough!”Just as Ximen Chuixue was secretly shaking his head, an old man walked into the blacksmith shop from behind and spoke in an exaggerated tone.
He looked back at the old man. He was about 60 years old. He was an Asian with black eyes and black hair. He was hunched and had thick arms. It was obvious that he had some strength.
Ximen Chuixue shook his head. He had already lost interest in the swords here. He turned around and prepared to leave.
"Wait, young man, how about we take a look again? My shop is the only place in the entire Chinatown that makes handmade weapons. If you go to other places, you definitely won't be able to sell authentic handmade weapons.”Seeing Ximen Chuixue was about to leave, the old man hurriedly shouted.
Ximen Chuixue, who was about to walk out, heard the old man's voice and could not help but pause. He only remembered now that he did not seem to have many choices because there seemed to be only one place where people forged iron.
"Hehe, young man! Come and take a look at these swords. They are all handmade. I made them bit by bit.”When the old man saw Ximen Chuixue stop, he could not help but smile proudly.
"You teach me how to forge, and I'll pay you!”Ximen Chuixue said to the old man after a moment of silence.
"Hmm? You, you want to learn forging from me?" The old man was stunned.
"Just forging! Forging? I don't think you have such an ability!”Ximen Chuixue said mercilessly.
"Eh, hehe! The young man could tell? Alright then! Actually, I'm not very proficient in this skill, but this skill is passed down from my family after all, even though I didn't learn the skills inside. But this is my family heirloom, do you understand? It's the kind of thing that's passed down from one's parents to another. Although it's in the United States, from the looks of it, you should be Asian! You should know something about this kind of thing!”The old man chattered on.
"Ten dollars!" Ximen Chuixue interrupted the old man's words. Ximen Chuixue understood very well that the old man was only asking for money.
"Alright, deal!" The old man agreed decisively. Then, he took out a book from the backyard and handed it to Ximen Chuixue. At the same time, he took ten dollars from Ximen Chuixue.
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