I am not repairing cultural relics in the Forbidden City

Qin Tang originally thought that he would spend the rest of his life in such captivity, but he didn't expect the turnaround to come so quickly and so cruelly.

Qintang was only 14 years old when he left home. He stayed in the Jin family for three years. His body, which was already tired due to the severe drought, became more fragile after working for a long time. Knowing that, secretly helping him identify and classify, the Jin family sent over a lot of antiquities, and what he needed to do was to distinguish the real ones from the fake ones. This was not a shameful thing, but the Jin family quickly changed their minds. They hired many craftsmen to make fakes together, and then sent them to Qintang for appraisal. After even Qintang couldn't identify them, they would put the fakes on the market and earn high profits.

Xiao Ling didn't know this at all, she only knew to put the fake one aside and the real one aside.

It was not Qintang who first discovered this matter, but the master of the Jin family who came over suddenly one time. Qintang was awakened by Xiaoling's crying outside. He got up from the bed suddenly, and when he went out, he saw Xiaoling's face The figure was staggered by several people.

"Brother Qintang! Brother Qintang!" Xiao Ling called.

That was another winter that Qin Tang remembered, he saw Xiao Ling being dragged out by several people, a deep trail was dragged in the snow outside, and then he saw those people grab Xiao Ling's body The hair, pressed her face hard into the snow, hit it again and again, Xiao Ling's cries for help gradually stopped, Qin Tang stood at the gate of the yard, the cold winter wind poured into his collar , in the bottom of his trousers, and in his throat, in a trance, he even thought that the person who was violent to Xiao Ling was himself, he was the one who grabbed Xiao Ling's head and bumped it in the snow again and again Her soft face was soaked in snow and was warmed by the gushing blood.

Xiao Ling's body was dragged away by those people, Qintang walked over step by step, he only saw the deep pit mixed with blood and snow, and then spat it out with a wow.

"This may be your fate." Master Jin came over the next day and said.

Qintang had a serious illness, he became more silent and reluctant to go out, but for some unknown reason, he didn't seem to be grounded anymore, there were no servants watching at his door, and no one restrained him anymore His freedom, except that there are still so many antiquities that need to be identified every day.

But his workload has indeed decreased, he doesn't know why, even sometimes he deliberately makes mistakes, it doesn't seem to matter, he seems to suddenly lose his function.

Until one day he heard the conversation of two old women cleaning in the yard.

"I heard that the white porcelain kiln of the Jin family is closed!" An old woman whispered.

"Really, I did hear about this a few days ago, is it true?" Another echoed.

"Of course it's true." The old woman looked mysterious and well-versed in the matter, "I heard that all the workers in the kiln are missing! The workers are gone, so why not make white porcelain!"

Another stared wide-eyed: "Don't lie to me!"

"Why am I lying to you!" The old woman laughed a few times, "It doesn't mean that everyone has disappeared. I heard that those beggars from the west who came to the kiln factory a few years ago have all gone!"

"Is there such a thing? Do you know why they left?"

The old woman squinted her eyes, curled her lips and said: "What else can I do? I see, they are all white-eyed wolves. They eat rice from the Jin family and drink water from the Jin family. Now they have saved some money and go together. That's it!"

"Then what about the Jin family porcelain kiln?" Another asked anxiously.

"Master Jin is heartbroken!" The old woman shook her head, "What a crime! I said I shouldn't have helped those beggars long ago!"

The other echoed and scolded a few times.

Qin Tang stood at the door, and his voice was not too high or low, and he frowned. If it was something else, he would not dare to say it, but if it was because he worked in the kiln and saved enough money to leave , that is absolutely impossible!When he first entered the Jinfu, he thought he could save a sum of money in the porcelain kiln, but after entering, he found that they only had very little wages, and after deducting living expenses, they couldn't save much money at all, let alone enough money. Leaving the Jin's house for a lot of money.

But so many people left at the same time, Qintang was suddenly taken aback, his hands and feet were a little cold.

Qin Tang is not sure if he is the only one who can identify cultural relics, but Xiao Ling can, maybe everyone in their hometown can, if this is the case, could it be that the Jin family knew something and took them away ?

The more Qin Tang thought about it, the more frightened he became, so at noon he quietly left his yard, found the master's house of the Jin family, and prepared to go in and confront him face to face!

But he never expected that he actually saw Xiao Ling inside.

And when he was caught by the Jin family's servants and brought to the master of the Jin family, at that moment, he didn't know that he couldn't even control his own life.

Xiao Ling was very happy to see him, and leaned over to call him Brother Qin Tang, but was dragged aside by the master of the Jin family, Qin Tang stared at Xiao Ling, and couldn't believe what he saw, he was the one who saw it with his own eyes that night They killed Xiao Ling, and now, Xiao Ling appeared alive in front of his eyes, is it all a dream?

The master of the Jin family looked him up and down carefully, shook his head and said, "You are in poor health."

"Daddy!" Xiao Ling said anxiously.

Qin Tang's eyes widened, what did Xiao Ling call him?

Master Jin touched Xiaoling's head, and said with some regret: "I know you want to save your brother Qintang, but his health is too bad. We have tried so many people, and he may not succeed."

Xiao Ling's eyes darkened.

Master Jin lowered his head to comfort her, and then said something unknown, Xiao Ling nodded. Master Jin took out a small thing from his belt, opened it and looked at it.

Qin Tang was horrified to find that Xiao Ling's body gradually became transparent and disappeared directly.

Master Jin kept staring at Qintang's expression, seeing his frightened look, walked over with some satisfaction, and said seriously: "Do you want to survive?"

Qin Tang didn't know why he asked such a question, and he didn't care, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Did you arrest those people in the kiln?"

Master Jin was taken aback for a moment, and did not directly answer his words: "Your health is not good enough. I originally wanted you to leave like this, but Xiao Ling said that you are very talented...I also admit that you have really helped me a lot. , so I also decided to give you this chance, do you want it?"

Qin Tang didn't know what he was talking about at all, he just came to find an answer: "Is it?"

Master Jin stood up straight, his obese body was like an unshakable hill, his eyes were cold, and he just sighed without regret: "I thought those people were just like you, they had this talent, didn't they?" Thinking of practicing so much, I only found a few."

"Refinement?" Qintang grabbed a word.

Master Jin pulled out a small thing from his belt, held it in front of Qin Tang, and said seriously: "Little Ling is inside, she is dead, but I have preserved her breath before she died."

Qin Tang looked at the little thing made of copper and iron in front of him in shock, like falling into an ice cellar, what is the last breath before death, why did Xiao Ling suddenly disappear just now?Or, why is she still alive?

Master Jin seemed to be aware of his question, and kindly answered: "Xiao Ling is dead, she is now Zhong Ling, and Zhong is the name I gave this little thing."

"I didn't really want to tell you, but since I have already told you, let's go along with the flow and use you to practice." Master Jin said to himself, "I have to find a clock that has just been made recently."

The servant who had been holding on to Qintang asked, "Master, do you need to deal with him?"

Master Jin was rummaging through the cabinet, when he heard the words, he threw out a sentence: "No, just practice directly, it's a new way to try."

The question in Qintang's mind was quickly answered.

Qin Tang was awakened by the jolt, he realized that he was being dragged out from a place, his body was wrapped in viscous liquid, he found that he was not wearing clothes, but he couldn't move, he couldn't even speak, he He could only stare at the two servants who were moving him with open eyes, wanting to get an answer, but the two servants didn't even look at him, and threw him onto a wooden board like they were carrying an animal. up, and then dragged him little by little into another room.

The first thing he felt was the scorching fire, and then he saw Mr. Jin, who was wearing a black Taoist robe that was completely different from usual, with solemn and stern eyes. Before Qintang had time to see clearly, he was completely overturned , he rolled into a place, his body was still unable to move, he could only look at the entrance he came in in despair, and then Boss Jin came over and sealed it himself.

total darkness.

The heat quickly spread up, and he couldn't move, but his skin had already felt the scorching temperature below, and the liquid on his body had evaporated long ago. He stared at the top in despair. The top was hollow, and there was a round He opened his eyes wide, and found that it was a thing called a "clock" similar to the one that Master Jin pulled out from his belt.

Qintang seemed to understand suddenly, his skin had already started to melt, and waves of pain hit his brain, his tears and sweat fell on the ground making a squeak, and turned into water vapor directly, he felt Probably dying, but he didn't.

He has never been so sober at a moment, soberly feeling the rupture of his limbs, soberly feeling the flow of his own blood, soberly feeling those pains that he couldn't scream.

"Quickly die! Let me die!" He cried out in his heart, but he opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't say anything.

Finally, he was melted.

He finally got relief.