Practicing business and practicing medicine

Bian Mu was proficient in the art of judging people. He stood by and watched coldly for a few times. He immediately noticed that the female shop owner had some innate craftsmanship in her eyes and eyebrows. He guessed that if he could really pick out one or two suitable swords later, it would most likely be made by that woman or her family.

"This Ms. Fang is my friend. She just uses it for ordinary fitness. The sword is not suitable for her, whether it is heavy or light. If you have a suitable one, please let us see it!" Bian Mu knew that the female shop owner must have some background, so he had to be very polite when speaking.

"She?! There is a ruler over there. If you don't mind, please weigh it first, and then I will consider whether to help you two." The tone of the reply was still so cold. Obviously, the female shop owner didn't like Bian Mu and his friends.

The female guest who played chess with her was quite cultured. Seeing that Fang had an extraordinary temperament, she thought that he must have some background. She threw the chess piece in her hand into the chess box. The female guest stood up, smiled and gestured, and walked with Fang to the east side of the counter.

As a result, the atmosphere on the scene was immediately relaxed.

"Practicing sword is all about wrist strength. You look like a lady from a noble family. You hardly work in the kitchen, right? Unless you use a wooden long sword first, otherwise, if you lose the sense of weight and practice forcefully, you will hurt your tendons. At your age... Even if Doctor Bian is a master of medicine, it will take a long time to recover!" As she spoke, the female guest picked up a pure copper paperweight and played a few "wrist bottom plate flowers" in the air.

Seeing this scene, Bian Mu immediately realized that the female guest in front of him had practiced "flower sword" for at least ten years.

"Flower Sword", commonly known as "Mulan Sword", is said to have been created by Hua Mulan, a famous general during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Its core swordsmanship is the same as "Qingping Sword", but the swordsmanship taught by Hua Mulan is derived from the desperate fighting style on the ancient battlefield. The swordsmanship is sharp and powerful, which is more suitable for martial arts practice.

Painter Fang has a high IQ. When he saw the other person showing off his skills, he smiled indifferently.

"Oh! I don't have such a strong hand as you, otherwise... we won't bother you any more. Your suggestion just now is very reasonable. It's quite appropriate to just make a wooden one." Painter Fang wanted to say goodbye at this moment.

"Hey! Don't get me wrong! I was forced to practice since I was a child by my father. You stand anywhere and you are graceful. We women are very envious of you. Unlike me, I am big and rough and don't like you!" The female guest spoke frankly.

In fact, the female guest had maintained a very good figure. She looked as light as a swallow when she raised her hands and feet. She was also very pretty, which was completely different from the self-deprecating appearance of her.

"You're welcome! This thing looks so heavy. I really can't practice it!" Painter Fang declined again.

"You misunderstood! She wanted to see how much strength you have in your wrist, so that she can choose a sword for you later. Uncle Yang's friend is a family member! Don't be so formal." As she spoke, the female guest handed the copper paperweight in her hand to Painter Fang with a smile.

The copper paperweight looked very heavy. I weighed it twice in my hand. It was okay. I could finally lift it horizontally and upwards, but it looked a little strenuous.

To be honest, compared with women of the same age, Painter Fang did look much weaker.

"It's OK! Sister Lan! Qiushui level is fine, the sword body is 75, swallow it! One finger three millimeters is about right. In addition, choose a slightly shorter one, so that she can practice at home." Wow! Then the female guest took over and said a few words without even turning her head.

Bian Mu immediately felt that this calligraphy and painting shop should have quite some history.

The female shop owner snorted lightly, said nothing, and turned to the back room.

The female guest was very hospitable. It can be seen that she had a good impression of Fang Painter. She was very hospitable while talking and laughing.

Everyone found a seat and sat down. Bian Mu and the big man were very sensible in their dealings. Women's affairs should be discussed by themselves. The two gentlemen sat next to them and drank some tea.

Not long after, the female shop owner came out holding a sword in one hand.

The female guest stood up and took the slightly smaller sword from the female shop owner, weighed it in her hand, nodded slightly, turned around and held the sword with one hand and handed it to Fang Painter.

"Try it! It's made of special materials, you should be able to play with it!" The female guest said with a smile.

"Really? Sorry to bother you two, thank you in advance!" As he spoke, Painter Fang stood up and took the short sword from the female customer with his hands on his chest.

Seeing that Painter Fang was so polite, the expression on the female owner's face became a little gentler. They were all women, so there was no need to deliberately make things difficult for each other. She just couldn't stand the same-sex people who had a little money but didn't know their surnames. Seeing that Painter Fang did have some demeanor of a child from a noble family, her attitude changed slightly.

Following Bian Mu's example, he held the sheath with his left hand and the hilt with his right hand, and gently pressed the sword spring with his fingers. With a crisp sound of "bang", the sword body had already popped out a little bit. With a little more force, the sword body gradually showed a third of its shape.

The cold stars flickered, wow! This is a real sword!

Seeing this scene, Bian Mu immediately realized that the three people in front of him, including the big man, might have some misunderstandings.

"Brother Meng! Painter Fang is just a little unwell. She is just recuperating her energy and blood through sword practice. She is not here to buy authentic antiques. I am afraid you three have misunderstood, right?" Lowering his voice, Bian Mu hurriedly After explaining, the more solemn the other party was, the more clearly Bian Mu had to explain.

Otherwise, things will be too complicated and it will really end badly for him in the future.

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Many of the business owners in the "Huatian Ghost Market" have always been full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. They usually come here from time to time to hang out, and Bian Xi already knows this.

The man smiled slightly.

"Don't be so polite! It's just a few swords. When you meet a true friend, you have to give a real sword. If you get a few wooden ones, Master Yang won't scold us to death when he comes back! We are all our own, don't be polite, the sword belongs to them Forged by myself, isn't this something that has not been popular in the past two years? It is usually only in small circles! It's just passed down from generation to generation. You can't just throw away the good things from our ancestors! We're not outsiders, it's nothing! This kind of sword looks a bit heavy, but when you hold it in hand, it doesn't really weigh much. Just kidding, for us, It's just like a toy sword that children play with." The big man explained with a smile.

Hearing this, Bian Mu became curious.

"Oh...this is the first time I've heard of it. I'd like to hear the details!"

"Alloy sword body, carbon steel, and some special stones added. It's a slight innovation! I usually just make it for fun. The weight is really suitable for women to practice." As he spoke, the man smiled very naturally He stretched out the index and middle fingers of his right hand and pinched a few sword formulas together to make a few gestures.

At this moment, Bian Mu suddenly realized that these three people in front of him were all experts in swordsmanship!

When Bian Mu looked back, he saw, my dear, Painter Fang had already practiced the sword dance under the guidance of the female guest...