The shopkeeper took a closer look and found that his family also used Rishengchang's tickets. Rishengchang is a big money house in Beijing and has a well-known name.

"That's the silver bill."

Zhang Hao said: "By the way, do you have the Ming Dynasty ink in your family?"

The shopkeeper said: "There are two ingots of ink, which are said to be from the Ming Dynasty, but I can't be sure. Someone sold it here before, so he bought it."

Zhang Hao said: "Take it and take a look, I like Lao Mo."

When Zhang Hao took out the two inks, he felt heavy when he got started. There were words on the ink, Jiuxi Xuanxiang, a pool of spring water, and the gold powder on the text had fallen off, and the handwriting could be vaguely identified.

Zhang Hao said: "How much is it? I want it."

The shopkeeper was a little hesitant. When he was collecting it, he spent less than a big ocean. He knew it was the old Mo in the Ming Dynasty, but he didn't know if this Mo was famous. He thought for a while and said, "One ocean is one ingot."

Zhang Hao put away the mo and was overjoyed. He asked the robot to pay the bill and turned around and left.

This is the ink made by Luo Xiaohua in the Ming Dynasty. It is very rare. It is easy to pick up bargains in this era.

I originally wanted to buy some rice paper and brushes, but now I don’t want to. I bought this ink today, which made him very satisfied and didn’t come out in vain.

This is a standard collection-level ancient ink. Even Zhang Hao is reluctant to use it and can only use it for collection. Using this ancient ink to write and draw will be punished by God.

Back at Siheyuan, the two inks were quickly sealed by nano-film.

Zhang Hao ordered the robot to go out to collect paper, ink, pen and inkstone, but he was idle at home anyway.

That night, something happened to Hong Guang.

He came to the Northern Theater to listen to opera for the first time, and directly occupied the front, near the stage, an Eight Immortals table? The Big Horse Golden Knife was sitting? Two robots were sitting on the left and right, standing too conspicuously, and it also affected the people behind to watch opera.

Ordered a table of pastries and snacks? Hong Guang knows opera. After listening to opera for so many years, he has reached the level of a fan-level fan and can sing it casually. And he sang very well. Whether it is an old student, a Qingyi, a Huadan, a young actor, or a martial artist, he can sing, especially a martial artist, because he has auxiliary mechas and controls the swords and guns used by martial artists. It is very easy to play with flowers.

In this era, Peking Opera was a national opera. Empress Dowager Cixi liked to listen to it, and Beijing princes and ministers also liked it. The people were even more popular, and watching opera was a temporary trend.

In the theater, you really have hidden dragons and creeping tigers, and all kinds of people are waiting for you. You can't tell the depth, but Hong Guang, a naughty young man, still follows the Shanghai style. Anyway, he can do whatever he wants? He doesn't care about what others do.

Tan Xinpei’s Dingjun Mountain!

Hou Junshan? Qian Junfu’s Eight Hammers.

In the late Qing Dynasty, Tan Xinpei was considered a top Peking Opera master? He was extremely famous in Beijing.

Hong Guang applauded rewards, but there was nothing extraordinary. Rich people were like this, but his accent was exposed. After staying in Shanghai for a long time, he obviously was not a local person and became accustomed to him. Do people dare to go to Beijing to be so arrogant? Then teach you how to be a human being!

The Eight Immortals Table in the front row in the middle, if you don’t have a certain status, just sit on it with the ocean? Just kidding!

Dunmin was there too. He looked at Hong Guang and felt a little strange, because the three of them dressed up like the three people they met in a teahouse, especially the two bodyguards, they looked even more like one-meter-9 big men. In this era, 1.9 meters tall really looked like a giant, and there were few people that were so tall, so it left a deep impression on Dunmin.

The opera has only been sung for two times. After the singing, four people in black clothes and short-dressing clothes came to Hong Guang's side. The two robots immediately stood up. The tall man gave people an extreme sense of oppression.

These four men in black were all servants of the hospital guards. One of them said, "Boy, let's go, are you sitting on this table?"

Hong Guang was very surprised and said, "Yes, I was sitting, what's wrong?" He felt inexplicably that the theater tables were still sitting separately? Even if the man was about to the point where his nose was about to face his nose, he looked like he didn't care.

Afraid of you? It doesn't exist.

"This is my Master Beile's place, get out of here!"

Hong Guang was so angry that he got angry that Zhang Hao threw all the advice behind him. He said, "You told me to get out? You little red guy doesn't want to live anymore!"

Who can't spray? Just spray!

The man raised his hand and thrust over without saying a word.

Hong Guang never expected that the other party would dare to take action, and neither of the two robots had time to react, because this was not the set program. The two were intelligent robots, not robots that combine soul and intelligence. They were just stunned for a moment.

"Bang!"

The slap was slapped in the face, and the man wanted to slap the second time, but was slapped by a robot, pulling him out three meters away and directly hit Dunmin's table.

"Boom!" The Eight Immortals Table collapsed directly.

Hong Guang raised his hand and overturned the table, roared, aimed at another man in black, kicked him away with a kick. He kicked the man into the air, and the man in the air began to vomit blood.

"Don't move!"

Hong Guang shouted, and he had never been slapped in the face so big. No matter how big the mistake was, the old man just scolded him and never slapped him. This slap made him explode and his eyes turned red.

The whole theater was in chaos, but most of them were watching the fun. There was no way to watch the fight when watching the show. The robot slap and Hong Guang's kick were all over the place, which won a loud praise.

Hong Guang grabbed the punch from the other party, held the other party's fist with his hand, and assisted the mecha to exert force. He heard the sound of bone shattering. When he dragged it hard, the man was dragged over. The severe pain on the fist made the man scream.

Hong Guang swept across his elbow and hit the part of his mouth. A stream of blood flew out, including a few white teeth.

The last man in black had his scalp numb, but he didn't dare to retreat and went forward to try to hug the other person.

People who practice martial arts are quick-witted, but they are not enough to see in front of Hong Guang.

Hong Guang activated the auxiliary mecha and collided.

The man felt like he was hitting a steel pillar, and his sternum made a crisp sound, and the person was knocked away. He was still in the air. Hong Guang shouted and came down!

His arm was like a short stick, smashing the man in black who flew out directly down, and knocking him down! Another Eight Immortals Table was smashed.

The whole theater was silent. This was too cruel. The fight was clean and neat, fierce and beautiful. People of this era had never seen such a sharp attack method.

Dunmin was shocked and thought to himself: "If this person is on the battlefield, he will definitely be a general who charges in battle!"

Made, I can't restless when watching the show!

Hong Guang grabbed a man in black who had not fainted yet and asked fiercely: "Where is that bastard Baylor in your family? What is his name and where is he living? Say!"
Chapter completed!