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Wang San was sure that this medium-grade Yuanshi must be within the sight of the stall owner, but the stall owner seemed to have not seen it at all, and actually shouted impatiently: "Can you buy a mask? If you don't buy a mask, don't block my business!"

Seeing his impatient look, Fang Tong felt that it was too much and couldn't help but want to step forward, but Wang Sancai reached out to stop him.

He looked at the stall owner carefully and found that he was thin, dark-faced, and his hands were full of calluses, which looked like an ordinary person who did physical labor. If he was a practitioner, he would definitely only have calluses on the hand that was holding a weapon. If he was an informant who did not do physical labor, his hands would not be covered with calluses like him.

So, Wang Sancai was patient and shook the middle-grade Yuan stone in his hand again in front of the stall owner: "A medium-grade Yuan stone is equivalent to ten low-grade Yuan stones, or 100 gold coins. Just this medium-grade Yuan stone can buy you a hundred masks. Now I don't want your mask. As long as you say, this medium-grade Yuan stone is yours."

A medium-grade Yuanshi is nothing to Wang Sancai, but it is really a lot of wealth for small vendors.

Besides, who has no capital for trading? Now, the huge profit of zero cost is placed in front of normal people, and no one will refuse. However, this strange stall owner just glanced at it and sneered: "Don't use money to measure my career, don't mention a medium-grade Yuanshi. Even if you give me ten medium-grade Yuanshi, don't insult my career!"

Oh, is it still a career to sell such paper masks?

Although Wang Sancai really had no intention of insulting others, he really didn't have much patience this time and couldn't help but say: "Why are you so arrogant?"

I don’t know if this stall owner understood Wang Sancai’s meaning, so he ignored Wang Sancai at all.

Seeing him like this, Wang Sancai threw the medium-grade Yuan stone back to the warehouse without saying a word, and took out a high-grade Yuan stone and handed it to the stall owner: "A high-grade Yuan stone is equivalent to a hundred medium-grade Yuan stones. I just want you to understand that I didn't mean to insult you from the beginning."

The stall owner was stunned for a moment. I wonder if he had never seen the top-grade Yuanshi before. Or was he surprised by the surging vitality emitted by the top-grade Yuanshi. He was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Wang Sancai seriously: "What do you mean is that I just say it. This top-grade Yuanshi belongs to me?"

Wang Sancai had no intention of insulting him at first. But now it seems...huhhh. It turns out that he thought the money was too low just now!

After hearing what he said, Wang Sancai's impression of him was inevitably discounted.

Although a high-grade Yuanshi is not bad, it is a drop in the bucket for Wang Sancai. He did not hesitate at all and nodded gently: "That's right, as long as you say it, it's yours."

Fang Tong, who was standing beside him, looked at the stall owner in shock and simply gave him a blank look and picked up his arms. He was too lazy to talk to such a person now.

But unexpectedly, the stall owner put away this shocked expression and placed his calloused hand on the hand that Wang Sancai was holding the top-grade Yuanshi. However, unexpectedly, he did not take the top-grade Yuanshi, but folded Wang Sancai's hand back. The top-grade Yuanshi was still in the palm of Wang Sancai's hand.

Then, the stall owner took back his hand, and his tone became much more serious than before: "You are the first person to not laugh at me. I don't want your top-grade Yuanshi, just treat it as a response to your respect for me. I just look at my experience over the past sixty years. You two are so naive about disguise. It is still possible to fool some people who have not studied this. But if you want to escape my eyes, it is simply impossible!!"

His tone was still disdainful, but he was much more serious than before.

Wang Sancai looked at Fang Tong who was suddenly standing aside, and then looked at the top-grade Yuanshi in his hand that was radiating light. Suddenly, he felt that the vendor in front of him who had dark skin and looked honest and simple, seemed to have a more eye-catching personality than this top-grade Yuanshi.

Wang Sancai immediately restrained his playful thoughts and looked at the thin stall owner in front of him. He felt respectful. He nodded seriously and said solemnly: "Sir, how should we improve the disguise on our faces?"

The stall owner seemed to have heard the sincerity in Wang Sancai's tone. He looked up at the two of them for a while and concluded: "There is no value or possibility of improvement."

Wang Sancai frowned slightly and said, "Sir, I'm going to hide it from you. Because we are too sensitive to the identity, we have to pretend to go on the road. According to what Mr., we two cannot hide the disguise from those who have studied this, but we really don't want to encounter any unnecessary trouble. I sincerely ask the sir to give advice here."

Perhaps because of his deep respect, the stall owner stared at Wang San for a while and suddenly sighed: "Well, a soldier died for his confidant. The rare items should be dedicated to those who understand it. I should no longer hide some things that are invisible to the Dharma and bring them to the grave..."

His words were more like his summary of his life. As he spoke, he first took off the hat on his head. Wang San noticed that he was already bald, with only a few strands of hair on his temples. However, these strands of hair had turned gray and were gently raised by the wind.

As he took off his hat, Wang Sancai could also notice that his face was covered with wrinkles, and some old spots could be vaguely seen on his cheeks.

After taking off the hat, the stall owner did not pause. He used his two calloused hands to touch the depths of his arms. After touching for a while, he finally took out a bag from it. The small bag was about the size of a palm. It was very thin overall, but it was carefully wrapped in cotton cloth. Even the knots looked like they were exhausted.

The stall owner reached out to cut open the masks placed on the stall, and a palm-sized space was empty, so he placed the small bag on the empty space.

Wang Sancai noticed that the white cotton cloth had turned yellow. It was obvious that after years of precipitation, he looked at the stall owner carefully opening the buckle of the bag, looking at the three layers inside and three layers outside, and couldn't help but feel curious about the things inside the bag.

Subconsciously, he looked at Fang Tong and saw that Fang Tong's face was full of doubts, and he also didn't know what precious items the bag contained.

As I thought about it, the stall owner had completely opened the bag, and there were three masks inside... However, these three masks were completely different from the masks on the stall!!

The stall owner carefully spread the three masks on the stall. First, Wang Sancai noticed that these three masks were very thin, so thin that they could even be comparable to human skin!

What’s important is that the mask is not only soft, but the color looks almost the same as the color of the human face!

As the stall owner spread out, Wang Sancai discovered that these three masks had their own facial features, and each mask had a stranger's facial features. What shocked Wang Sancai and Fang Tong the most was that they thought they were real human faces at first glance!

After taking a closer look, Wang Sancai still finds it difficult to find out how these three masks are different from real human faces!

In the end, Wang Sancai had no choice but to rub his eyes, and after a closer look, he could only say incredibly shocked: "Sir... Are these three masks real human faces?"

Fang Tong no longer dared to underestimate the stall owner, and also looked at him with shocked eyes, murmured: "Sir, are you..."

Wang Sancai didn't understand his words, but the stall owner understood it. He shook his head slightly and sighed: "I am not a 'face creator', I am not qualified to inherit his qualifications..."

Speaking of this, he looked at Wang Sancai's confused look and said slowly: "Young man, although these three faces are not real human faces, they are almost the same as human faces. Unfortunately, these three masks are not from the hands of him, the 'face creator', but the failures I have imitated throughout my life."

Although Wang Sancai didn't understand who the face creator was, he couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth when he heard what he said: "I see that these three masks are no different from human faces. The gentleman actually said that this is a failure?"

When the old stall owner heard this, he smiled bitterly: "Hehehehe, you have never studied this, so you can't see the tricks. I can only tell you in a simple way that these three masks are more than a little different from the works that are truly from the 'face creator', and they are simply a world of difference."

Speaking of this, the old stall owner looked fascinated: "I still remember the three peak works of his old man back then, which shocked the world and made ghosts and gods cry. He had very high requirements for himself and only produced three peak works in his life. Unfortunately, I can't reach one ten thousandth of his old man's realm in my life! The three masks you saw were just meticulously imitated later."

Wang Sancai had some clues when he heard this. He already understood that the old stall owner in front of him was not an ordinary vendor, but a real craftsman in the mask industry. He could tell by looking at these three masks at the moment, but he was still not satisfied with him. According to his words, compared to the three peak fine items in his life of the "face creator", his three masks are simply not worth mentioning.

While Wang Sancai was thinking, he heard Fang Tong beside him say in a deep voice: "Sir... I'll ask, what does it have to do with the 'face creator'? You said that your three imitations are not one ten thousandth of the three peak works of the 'face creator'. You must have seen those three works? Those who can see those three works must not be ordinary people, right?" (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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