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The speaker has no intention, and the listener has his heart.

Fang Tong asked casually, but was curious about the identity of the old stall owner, but he didn't expect that he could hit the pain in the old stall owner's heart.

I saw his old face wrinkling even tighter, and there was deep pain in his muddy eyes. I heard him murmuring with emotion: "I am his only unfilial disciple."

Fang Tong didn't expect that his unintentional words would hurt the old stall owner's heart, but at this moment he could only say: "Sorry, sir, I'm really just asking casually."

The old stall owner waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm now at this age, and it's already past the time when I didn't dare to face my identity."

Wang Sancai was a little confused about Fang Tong's reaction. Isn't it just a question? Why did he still hurt the old stall owner?

Fang Tong saw Wang Sancai's puzzled expression, but whispered: "Brother, I'll explain it to you later."

Wang Sancai nodded, not caring. After all, since he had poked the pain point of the old stall owner in front of him, it would be inappropriate to mention it in front of him.

But unexpectedly, the old stall owner actually saw the meaning of the conversation between the two, and heard him sigh and said, "Not hindrance. Young man, you may not understand what happened back then. The young man around you knows it, or you may not know it clearly. I will tell you..."

Wang Sancai thought that the old stall owner in front of him usually sold some insignificant masks, and he was coldly jealous and ridiculed by many people. Now he is willing to talk to him, a stranger, which means that he at least recognizes himself in his heart, so he solemnly said: "Listen to the ears."

The look of memories flashed in the turbid eyes of the old stall owner: "I don't remember it a long time ago many years ago. The mask world was still very simple at that time, and it only stayed in the realm of "gear". However, the first work of Master and his old man was released, which caused a bloody storm, because Master and his old man's first work had reached the realm of "face".

Although Wang Sancai doesn't understand this "industry", he can understand a little bit when he listens to the old stall owner. The mask first has a face and then has a harem. The level of "harem" is probably the current ordinary paper mask. You can tell at a glance that he is wearing a mask. The level of "harem" must have risen to an invisible level. For example, the three realistic masks taken out by the old stall owner from a small bag must be at the level of "harem".

"At that time, in order to ask the master to make masks, all the major forces spared no expense. Some even said that as long as the master made a mask for them, they could do anything at all." The old stall owner's tone was a little sarcastic: "They only considered the value of the mask, but the master did not care about material interests at all. He did not agree to anyone's conditions at the beginning, and burned the first mask to appear in front of all forces, and laughed at the world that only knew how to use the mask to do something that was not allowed to be on the surface. He disdained to help the anger grow."

Speaking of this, the old stall owner's tone was a little relaxed: "So, the storm passed, but the reputation of Master and his old man was outside. Therefore, although various forces were ashamed on the surface, they secretly sent people to petition with the "seeking knowledge" and actually wanted to seize the secret from Master and his old man."

Wang Sancai couldn't help but feel fascinated. He didn't expect that in the history of this continent, there were people who had such achievements in art and life.

However, he couldn't let him think too much, and the old stall owner continued, "Just like this, the assessment was carried out, and the old master chose me and a handsome and extraordinary person as his successor. I was ten years old and seventeen years old, and the old master was over fifty years old."

Suddenly, he took a deep breath: "In the eyes of my master, I have a very high understanding and outstanding talent. He has average understanding, but he is very good at doing things. Usually, when he sees the act of pounding his waist, he will immediately come forward and personally beat his waist for him. When I was thirty years old, he was thirty-seven years old, and when my master was nearly 80 years old, I had reached the level of ‘face’, but he was still at the level of ‘fit’. At that time, my master praised me for being more talented than him for ten years, and his achievements will definitely be higher than him in the future. And that year, three peak works of Master were released."

Wang Sancai listened quietly and didn't interrupt because he had already smelled the bloody scene of the next bloody storm.

Sure enough, a huge hatred suddenly appeared in the tone of the old stall owner: "But at that time, at the age of 37, he finally revealed his tail that had been hidden for twenty years! While Putian was immersed in the height of his master's status, he killed his master while his master was asleep at night. Not only did he take away his master's three peak works, but he also invited me to let me serve him, saying that he would give me an incomparable huge wealth. I refused angrily at that time, but because of his strong power behind him and my cowardly living affair, I never dared to make a name for his master's death. Therefore, I hid for forty years. Unfortunately, since then, I have never grown up again. After so many years, I have always stayed at the level of that year..."

As he said that, he looked down at the three human face masks under his eyes in complicated manner: "These three masks are my pinnacle. Since then, in order to survive, I have vowed to never touch my face again. Even though I later made a few more privately, I still couldn't reach the level of that year."

The matter ended here. Wang Sancai also understood why Fang Tong's words could hit the old stall owner's sore spot, and also understood why the old stall owner said that "face creator" was only his apprentice, because in his heart, the face creator did not have the apprentice who was the father-killer traitor.

After hearing this, Fang Tong murmured: "It turns out to be the same as the rumors in the song, but there is no such detailed process in the song. He only sings the feeling of betrayal when he was awarded the title of "face maker" in his later years."

The old stall owner changed his tone and pushed three masks forward, saying to Wang Sancai: "Since you have to disguise yourself, you must be powerful people. I am a cowardly person. I am given these three masks to you. I just hope you can treat them well. If you are willing to accept them, please agree to me with a condition."

Wang Sancai subconsciously asked: "What are the conditions?"

The old stall owner said, "I hope that one day you will meet that traitor and can help me, a cowardly man, avenge my master and his old man, to help me, an unfilial disciple, sacrifice his spirit in heaven."

Wang Sancai put away the three masks without saying a word: "Old sir, please tell me some information about him. Although I am not sure that I have the ability to avenge the senior of the 'face creator', I promise you that one day, I will send his head to you."

The old stall owner looked at Wang Sancai deeply: "He is now older than me, but the old master concluded that he had distracting thoughts in his heart and could not reach the state of "face" in his life, so his appearance will definitely not change..."

"Wait." Wang Sancai suddenly interrupted him, holding the three human face masks, and said, "The old man just said that these three masks are all imitated seniors of the 'face creator'. Even if the person you are talking about is not able to create a mask of the 'face' realm, wouldn't outsiders recognize the three peak works that he had taken from the 'face creator'? Or, those three masks are the same as the faces of the three masks made by the old man?"
Chapter completed!