The swords in the store are neatly displayed, and the indoor environment is quite quiet.

The two walked in, Hong Yu was immediately attracted by the sword, he pulled Yang Bo, walked to the largest booth, pointed to the more than ten swords on display in front of him, and said: "This is the Malay Krix sword." ”

Yang Bo was very surprised, the Malay Klux sword is one of the three major swords in the world!

He picked up a sword and looked at it carefully, this sword didn't take a long time to build, and it even looked a little rough on the outside, but the lines were dense, and this rough-faced meteorite welded pattern blade was exquisite!

Hong Yu also saw Yang Bo's surprise, and explained in a low voice: "These are all imitations of recent years, and the real Malai Klux sword making method has been lost. ”

"The manufacturing process of the Malayklux sword is very delicate, and it needs to be repeatedly hammered and forged into the fire, and the process is repeated about 500 times, and there are as many as 600 layers of sandwich steel on the blade. During the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Pi loved swords, and once recruited Chu Yue Liang to build a hundred sword swords for him, but it was only a hundred times when he was building the blade!"

Yang Bo was amazed in his heart, he was holding the Malay Clix sword, and when he saw the word "Hua" engraved on the hilt of the sword, he asked the boss for a piece of paper again, he threw the paper high, and slashed it off with the other hand.

"Whoa!"

The paper was broken into two pieces and fell to the ground, this sharpness made Yang Bo couldn't help but marvel, in fact, Yang Bo was going to test it with a towel, but he was embarrassed to speak.

The boss is a young man in his twenties, and when he saw Yang Bo's experiment, he took the initiative to say: "I have a towel here, it's more difficult, you can give it a try!"

Yang Bo was surprised, "Are you Chinese?"

"Ancestral home in Fujian Province. ”

"Your family is made of swords?" Yang Bo was very curious.

"When my grandfather came here, he was apprenticed in a blacksmith shop, and later married my grandmother and inherited the blacksmith shop, so building weapons is also an ancestral craft in our family!" said the young man.

Yang Bo pointed to a small word "Hua" on the sword and asked the other party's surname, and sure enough, the young man's name was Hua Hongjian, and this sword was built by his father!

Hua Hongjian quickly brought the towel, he threw it high in the air, Yang Bo picked up the sword with both hands, and slashed hard, the flexible towel looked so fragile under the sword, just a crisp sound, the towel shattered into two pieces!

Yang Bo couldn't help but exclaim, "The Malay Klux Sword really deserves its reputation!"

Hua Hongjian said with a smile: "The prestige of the Malay kris sword began to spread during the colonial period, when the Dutch conquered Java, they began to snatch the sword from the Malays and bring it back to their own country, with the glory of owning a krix. ”

"After several years of war, the white race knew the sharpness of the Malay sword, and the steel barrel of the musket of the Dutch gunners was often cut by the Malay broadsword, and the blade could be pierced into the body with a gentle push. What is even more terrifying is that some of the blades are poisonous, and if they cut the skin, they will endanger their lives! This made the aggressors deeply affected and were very impressed. ”

"It's so sharp, why did it disappear later?" Yang Bo asked curiously.

"Since the rule of the white race, the Malays have been forbidden to wear kris, and the Malay blade maker has gradually decreased, and the art of blade casting has gradually disappeared. So although there are still people making kris in Malaya, and the appearance has not changed, the real kris made by the old law has been lost. But my sword is the best in Malaysia!" Hua Hongjian said, and couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Yang Bo smiled, "It does look very good!"

Yang Bo stared at the Malai Kelis sword, the brilliance flashed in front of him, he could see the layers of dense layers in the sword in detail, and he could even feel that the swordsmith must have spent a lot of energy in this sword!

Yang Bo thought for a while and looked at Hua Hongjian, "I want to buy a one, how much does it cost?"

"Since you are from China, it is 1.58 million yuan, and you will not make a counteroffer!" Hua Hong Kendao.

Yang Bo was a little surprised, most of the ancient swords of the Ming and Qing dynasties in China were much lower than this price, and this price was indeed much higher.

"In the Malayklux sword, there is meteoric iron, so the cost is very high. Hong Yu explained in a low voice, he was afraid that Yang Bo would not understand, "In the past, the Malay Kelis sword was completely cast with meteoric iron, and now there is not so much meteoric iron, but it will still be mixed. ”

Yang Bo nodded, "In this case, the price is indeed about the same." ”

"I'm going to give you one?" Hong Yu said.

"I can still afford this money. Yang Bodao.

After that, he looked indoors, and he saw that in the middle of the hall, there was a glass cabinet, and there was a sword rack inside, and on the sword stand, there was a sword, which was placed very grandly, and it didn't look like an ordinary product, Yang Bo looked at it carefully, and found that this sword was actually two hundred years old!

Yang Bo put down the sword in his hand and walked straight towards the sword in the middle, he stared at the sword, and inadvertently swept the small sword that Hua Hongjian used to cut apples just now, and his eyes suddenly lit up!

Yang Bo pointed to the glass cabinet and asked, "How much does this sword cost?"

"This is an ancestral sword, and it is not for sale. Hua Hongjian shook his head and refused, and explained: "The Malays believe that the Kriss sword inherited from their ancestors has been honed over the years, hiding a more mysterious magic, which can save the owner of the sword in the most critical moment, and this sword is only for display!"

Yang Bo had no choice but to settle for the second, pointing to the sword that cut apples and asked, "This sword is good, it looks very handy, is it suitable for cutting apples!"

Hua Hongjian shook his head, "This is just a fruit knife used for play, it's not worth much." ”

Yang Bo smiled, "It's better to sell it to me." ”

Hua Hongjian looked at it curiously, "You want this sword?"

Yang Bo nodded, and he glanced at the small sword again, its appearance was unremarkable, it looked bright and sharp, not much different from ordinary fruit knives, but it was slightly thicker.

Hua Hongjian was a little embarrassed, "The swords in the store can be chosen at will except for the middle one, but you choose this sword......

"It's okay, you can just make a price. Yang Bodao.

Hong Yu didn't speak, he didn't say much, he had known Yang Bo for a while, and he found that Yang Bo was extremely lucky, what he was determined to do couldn't be stopped, and he didn't have much money, so he didn't speak.

"It's good for you to give eighty thousand. "Huahong Kendo.

Yang Bo looked at Hua Hongjian, "Eighty thousand?"

"Eighty thousand Malaysian ringgit. "Huahong Kendo.

Yang Bo originally felt a little embarrassed, but he didn't expect the other party to re-export the Malaysian ringgit, which is the official currency of Malaysia, and the value of the currency is higher than the yuan, 80,000 ringgit is almost equivalent to 130,000 yuan!

Yang Bo paid and left with a fruit knife.

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