"It's too expensive, I can't afford it."
With a look of helplessness on his face, Chen Luo shook his head and put down the Hanyue Sword in his hand.
He came out this time mainly to change his hand, so that it would not be so conspicuous.
The characteristics of the Thunder Summoning Sword are so distinct that most of the warriors in Tiandu City know that this sword belongs to the elder of the Seven Clans of Yun Mansion, and it is easy for people to guess his identity.
In addition, I want a treasure to hide my identity, and a mask is the best.
The middle-aged man who walked over was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Chen Luo would respond like this. When he thought about his identity, he knew it in his heart.
A son-in-law who can take his maid out for shopping is considered very free, and he certainly cannot have any wealth or anything like that.
Taking another look at the candied haws in Diewu's hand, she estimated that these snacks might have been bought by this little girl with her own money.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man's interest in Chen Luo dropped drastically.
"Sorry, I just came in to take a look. I haven't seen it before."
Chen Luo smiled apologetically at the middle-aged man, pulled Die Wu and turned around to leave.
The middle-aged man looked at the backs of the two people, and for a moment, he didn't know whether he should catch up or not.
"Uncle, why don't you buy it? Don't you have it?"
Diewu asked in a low voice. She knew that her uncle was not short of money. He got a lot of gold and silver from Scar Liu and others, and he even shared some with her.
"Not urgent."
Chen Luo smiled slightly, took Die Wu's hand, and continued to stroll along the street.
At this moment, it was approaching evening, and there were more and more people on the streets.
Taking Die Wu, he turned to another street on Twelve Heaven Street.
This street was even more lively, with people coming and going in the shops on both sides, and on the street, there were many people who spread quick cloth, put a lot of things on it, and set up stalls directly on the street, and no one came to take care of it.
Chen Luo just glanced at it briefly. Most of the people setting up stalls on the street were warriors, except for a few who were not. The things they put in front of them were all tattered, weeds, wild fruits, etc., damaged and The rusty weapons and even some bones of unknown humans or beasts all looked rotten and tasteless when stewed in soup.
"Uncle, there are so many rags."
Diewu looked left and right, with a look of disgust on his face.
The key is that there is no food sold on this street yet. She has already finished all the snacks such as candied haws, candied people, and mung bean cakes in her hand.
"Little girl, what you said is wrong. What rags? This is the accumulation of history, it is an antique. Even if it has no other use, it is a piece of history that you put in your home. It cannot be measured by money."
Next to him, an old man in somewhat tattered clothes was somewhat dissatisfied with Die Wu's words and retorted directly.
On the stall in front of the old man, there were indeed a lot of rags, bottles, cans, wood, weapons, armor, etc., none of which was in perfect condition.
"Ah... I remember you. Who are you that came to our house to collect rags? King of rags, aren't these all the rags you collected?"
Diewu stared at the old man who was speaking, and suddenly pointed at him, as if he remembered something.
All of a sudden, the old man's expression changed. He obviously didn't expect that he would be recognized by others even though he was setting up a stall here.
"Look, this is what my wife sold you."
Die Wu said, squatting down and reaching out to pick up an iron circle of unknown purpose, obviously very impressed.
"Auntie, auntie, please keep your voice down. If you keep talking, I won't be able to continue my business."
The Rag King quickly stood up and whispered.
At this time, several stall owners around him looked over with curiosity and disdain.
"Hmph, you still said you weren't rags."
Diewu also whispered subconsciously.
The Tattered King's face twitched with embarrassment.
Chen Luo also smiled dumbly. Unexpectedly, someone really picked up the rags and put them here to set up a stall. It was clear that they were trying to trick people.
"Um?"
Chen Luo originally wanted to pull Diewu away, but unexpectedly, the mysterious bone jade on his chest gave off a cold feeling.
Subconsciously, I looked up at the sky. The setting sun was hanging on the horizon. It had not completely set down the mountain yet. It would take at least nearly half an hour before it would completely set down the mountain.
"During the day, the mysterious bone jade is hot, but at night it is cold. Isn't it night yet?"
Chen Luo thought in his mind, moved his feet, and stood a little further away from the stall. He found that the coldness conveyed by the mysterious bone jade disappeared, and instead became warm, even a little hot.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Luo walked to the stall again, and the cold feeling from the mysterious bone jade hit him again.
"It's interesting. Could it be that there are some treasures related to this mysterious bone jade in this mess?"
Chen Luo thought to himself and squatted down naturally.
"Boss, you collected these from the city... rags?"
Chen Luo picked up a sword with almost only the hilt left and asked casually.
"This young master has good eyesight. This sword was collected from the house of our former city lord in Tiandu City. It also accompanied the previous city lord to kill the demon king."
The Rag King quickly introduced.
"Boss, please speak calmly and I won't expose you here."
Chen Luo chuckled and picked up a rusty knife. The blade was as pitted as a saw.
"Look what you said. Whatever you like, young master, feel free to take it. You're welcome."
"I received these things from wealthy families, but they cost me a lot of money. However, I think the young master and this little girl like them today, so I will give you one as a gift."
The Tattered King had a smile on his face, but there was some pain in his eyes.
Although these things were collected at a very cheap price, he spent a lot of time selecting, cleaning, and making them old before putting them here.
If you want to give away two pieces this year, you will make a lot less money.
"Hmph, I want this."
Diewu reached out and picked up something without any politeness.
What she held in her hand was a small fan, only the size of a palm, with a gauze fan surface, embroidered with two butterflies and a few flowers. It looked small and exquisite, and there was even a jade pendant hanging from it, but the quality of the jade was not very good. Same, and the surface of the fan is also a little yellowish. It is obviously a bit old, or it has been dirty and has been cleaned.
"My aunt has a good eye. This fan was given to a confidante in our Tiandu City before Jin Shang ascended the throne. Unfortunately, that confidante was not destined to become the imperial concubine."
The Tattered King also introduced it eloquently. In fact, even he himself had forgotten whose hand he received this fan. He just blew it anyway.
Die Wu proudly held a small fan with a look of satisfaction on her face.
"found it."
Chen Luo stretched out his hand to grab something, only to feel that the mysterious bone jade on his chest seemed to have turned into eternal ice, making his chest numb from the cold.
