She glanced at Mo Wangchen opposite, and saw that he was still quietly holding the teacup with an expressionless expression, and she didn't know what he was thinking.

For a while, the two of them were silently drinking the tea in their cups, looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the street downstairs, and looking at themselves in their hearts.

After coming out of the Xianlaiju Teahouse, Yun Weiyang asked Mo Wangchen to go back to Yun Heng Courtyard first, and he walked in the other direction.

After a while, she came to a small little-known weapons shop.

The boss is a middle-aged man with a hunchback, and when Yun Weiyang entered the store, he was dusting off with a feather duster.

There are no other guys in the shop, and there are no other customers, so presumably business is not very good on weekdays.

Seeing someone enter the store, the boss only glanced at it lightly, and then continued the movements in his hands, looking like he was ignoring it.

Yun Weiyang raised his eyebrows and walked straight to the weapon rack placed on the wall, on which all kinds of weapons were densely placed.

Yun Weiyang looked at them one by one, there were knives, swords, spears, hammers, etc., etc., the so-called eighteen kinds of martial arts can be used, and there are a lot.

It seems that although this shop is small, it has all kinds of "organs".

It's just that there is nothing Yun Weiyang wants.

The shopkeeper occasionally swept over a few times, and saw that Yun Weiyang had been wandering, so he frowned, and said in a very bad temper: "If you don't like it, go out quickly, don't affect my business!"

Yun Weiyang: "......".

Trade?

Are you doing business?

Is there anyone who does this business for you?

No wonder she's been in for so long and hasn't seen any other guests come in!

She pursed her lips, and since she didn't see anything suitable, she would go for a walk in another store while it was still early.

Thinking like this, I raised my legs and left.

Just as she turned her head, a small dusty box in the corner of the top row suddenly caught her attention, and she couldn't help but stop again.

She turned her head to look at the boss, and saw that he was still ignoring him, so she walked over and took the small box herself.

The box was very light, as if it didn't contain anything, she took it and shook it, without any sound, and she couldn't help but wonder a little in her heart, could it be empty?

The box is unlocked and looks pretty ordinary.

With doubts, Yun Weiyang opened the lid of the box with a "click", and was immediately shocked.

Inside the box was a pair of white transparent filamentous gloves, which looked as thin as cicada wings, but at the same time they were also very beautiful, and at first glance they were worn by a woman.

Yun Weiyang reached out and touched it, it was soft, a little cool, and it felt as smooth and soft as silk, and he couldn't help but feel happy.

If she didn't guess wrong, this should be a pair of gloves made of silk, so she didn't raise her head and said to the boss: "Boss, come here!"

The boss was still a little uneasy, but when he saw the small box in Yun Weiyang's hand, he was stunned at first, and then walked over: "What's the matter?"

"Boss, are you silk gloves?" Yun Weiyang asked.

The boss glanced at her, raised his hand and patted the feather duster on his hand, and immediately patted out a full of choking dust.

His voice was lazy, not like opening the door to do business at all: "Yes or no, can't you tell it yourself, since you can't tell it, then put it back and don't buy it!"