Chapter 895: The stall owner is unknown

“Huh?”

Zhao Dongting was slightly surprised.

Some people in the night market probably had conflicts with the customer. First, the customer cursed endlessly. The vendor never spoke.

At this time, the vendor seemed to be really angry.

He didn't do anything, but suddenly an artistic conception filled his body in an instant.

Then it passed in a flash.

But Zhao Dongting is now very attained by artistic conception, and he still truly feels that the stall owner has just spread out with artistic conception.

This world is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon!

Unexpectedly, the vendors in this night market would be the ones who understand the artistic conception.

In front of the stall owner, the customer who had just cursed stopped cursing, and at this moment, it was like someone pressing his sword against his throat.

He just felt as if his heartbeat had slowed down half a beat. When he looked at the stall owner, he was a little scared and surprised.

"roll!"

The stall owner said this word lightly.

Customers dare not stay too much, nor dare to say more, and sneak into the crowd in shame.

The rest of the people who came to their senses all looked at the stall owner with great surprise.

Although they may not be martial artists, they all felt that extremely palpitations just now.

When Zhao Dongting saw the hunt, he was happy and shouted in a low voice: "Can you come up and talk?"

However, the great Emperor of Song Dynasty hit a soft nail this time.

Not far away, the stall owner at the bottom didn't even turn back and had no intention of paying attention to Zhao Dongting.

Zhao Dongting was slightly stunned, then turned his head and said to Zhang Ru, "Concubine Jing, let's go down and take a look."

As soon as I went out, I met Hong Wutian and others walking to his door.

Before Zhao Dongting could speak, Hong Wutian smiled and said, "The emperor just felt that artistic conception?"

Zhao Dongting chuckled and nodded, "Seniors, come down to see me?"

Everyone was idle and they walked towards the inn.

Go out of the inn and go to the night market.

Zhao Dongting led Hong Wutian and others to walk straight towards the stall owner. Only Mrs. Xu slept with Concubine Yang Shu and did not come out.

The stall owner didn't leave.

He didn't look back at Zhao Dongting just now, so he didn't recognize Zhao Dongting until Zhao Dongting walked closer to him.

He was obviously a master with a very high artistic conception, but at this moment he showed a very kind and even pleasing smile on his face, "Look at it casually, please take a look."

Zhao Dongting looked down at the stall.

There are only a few antiques and treasures on the stall, but not many, but each one should look genuine.

Antique dealer.

Zhao Dongting was not so surprised at why the stall owner was so extraordinary.

Usually, except for those who do business, antique dealers are not ordinary people who can get these things.

Zhao Dongting pretended to look at the objects on the stall and asked the stall owner intentionally or unintentionally, "Isn't it like this local from Hengshan County?"

The stall owner was slightly stunned and said, "You just asked for an invitation?"

“That’s right.”

Zhao Dongting raised his head and bowed to the stall owner.

The stall owner said, "The old man is just a businessman, and he should not be valued by the young master."

He naturally declined.

Zhao Dongting naturally would not give up like this, and chuckled softly: "Senior's artistic conception is amazing, why should he be so arrogant?"

The stall owner murmured: "I'm old, old..."

He really doesn't look like he's angry.

Zhao Dongting looked at Hong Wutian next to him, Tie Liduan, "There is no realm in martial arts. We martial arts practitioners should pursue them, so how can we talk about old age?"

He leaned forward a little, "If you want to come out of the mountain and ask for money and power, I will satisfy you, how about it?"

The stall owner was slightly surprised, "Is the young master from a noble family?"

Zhao Dongting chuckled, "I always have some influence on Jinghu South Road."

The stall owner shook his head and said with a little apology: "Thank you for your kindness, but I am still old and have no pursuit of these external things."

He was very polite, but his eyes clearly showed a distant and quiet look that kept people from thousands of miles away.

Zhao Dongting failed to tempt him, and changed his strategy, "The Song Dynasty is now at the time of liberation. As the Song people, did the seniors have no idea of ​​serving the country?"

"Oh."

Seeing that the appearance was not outstanding, the stall owner shook his head and laughed, "There are talents in the country, so why do we old guys need to work harder? Besides, what I should have contributed to the court in this life has also been dedicated. However, the saint was not as wise as the current saint at the time. The efforts of our generation were...haha, it was wasted. So many old guys died on the battlefield, and it was not easy for me, the old guy to survive. In this life, I just want to continue like this."

"oh?"

Zhao Dongting was slightly stunned, "Senior was once a member of the Song army?"

Of course he was surprised.

With the strong artistic conception that the stall owner had just revealed, he should not be an unknown person in the army at that time, "Dare you ask the senior about the name of Gao?"

The stall owner still shook his head slowly, "No nameless, no nameless."

Zhao Dongting was really helpless.

The stall owner made up his mind not to come out again. Even if he had a seven-inch tongue, he would not be able to force others.

He bowed to the stall owner again and sighed, "Since that's the case, I'm disturbing senior."

After saying that, he turned around in disappointment and prepared to go back.

But as soon as he turned around, he suddenly remembered something and turned around and said, "If the current priest came forward to invite seniors, I wonder if seniors would be willing to come out of the mountain?"

The stall owner did not answer, but just sat back on the small stool.

He was stunned at the antiques on the stall. Perhaps it was the conversation with Zhao Dongting that just now reminded him of the past.

Those who shed blood and shed tears in the army, no matter how old they are, will inevitably be unforgettable for that life.

"The nameless person..."

Tie Liduan did not turn around with Zhao Dongting, but stared at the stall owner with his eyes tightly and said inexplicably: "Where has your silver face gone?"

The stall owner was stunned, suddenly looked up and stared at Tieliduan.

Tieli Duan was surprised on his face, "Are you really unnamed?"

The stall owner slowly pulled out a sterling silver mask from the bottom of the street stall, "There are only dozens of people in this world who know my name. Who are you?"

Tie Liduan smiled from the bottom of his heart, "Your silver face was created by me at the beginning, but I haven't given me money yet."

"blacksmith!"

The stall owner stood up from his seat, "Are you a blacksmith?"

He did not recognize Tie Liduan, obviously he had never seen Tie Liduan before. But judging from his expression, the two of them were very familiar with each other.

Zhao Dongting and others turned around in surprise.

I saw Tieliduo walking to the stall owner, hugging the stall owner heavily, and patting the stall owner on the back, "Why are you here? Where did you go after Xiangyang?"
Chapter completed!