Raising the coffin to make a fortune [travel]

"Dumb Zhang!?"

When Jin Wenling was on the road, it was not that he had never heard of the legend of the black gold ancient sword, but he had always had a relationship with this unpredictable man, but this did not mean that he did not recognize this precious sword that became famous in the first battle.

Mo Chou has no confidant in the way ahead, who in the world does not know the king?

But to Jin Wenling's surprise, the person who jumped down from the gap in the dragon's back was not the chief patriarch of the Zhang family, but the rustic young man Zhang San. His face was no longer cute at this moment. , but with a murderous look in his eyes.

Taifu Yu's zongzi is not completely dead, but the spine is pinned by the magic weapon, and he has lost the ability to move, and his hands are still waving in vain. The posture is a bit funny.

Jin Wenling suddenly felt a burst of sadness. It felt like a boy who had been fighting against his father who was violent in the family. After finally growing up, he punched the old father to the ground and saw that his aging body could no longer threaten her as before. Feeling relieved, with a subtle sentimentality.

Zhang San held a magic talisman in his hand, and stuck it directly on Zongzi's forehead. This time, he didn't move at all, his struggling hands hung down, his head drooped downward, and his skin showed a dull color like ashes. .

Zhang Sanlang quickly pulled out the coffin nails, lifted the lid of the coffin, helped Jin Wenling up, and went forward to help Su Hang and Black and White Wuchang to check the injuries.

Jin Wenling had just escaped from the dangerous situation, and now she didn't care about others, she stepped forward and jumped up, and after a few lifts, she came to the tombstone. The huge weak water and ice had been corroded and a big hole was formed, and Wan Baylor walked through it, Just like Miluotuo, the man in the stone, there is a looming shadow flashing across the transparent mountain.

The moment Jin Wenling's hand touched the tomb-sealing stone, he walked over, dripping snow dripping down his body, and the wound on his chest had healed, without even leaving a scar.

Jin Wenling reached out and touched the boy's chest and his broken arm. They hugged each other, and Wan Baylor vaguely heard Jin Wenling say "yes" when she buried her head in her arms. He laughed and pulled him hands to see other people's injuries.

Zhuzhu was lying in the coffin with a peaceful expression, she seemed to be asleep. Zhang San held a box of pills in his hand, pinched the corner of the little boy's mouth, and was about to pour it in, but was caught by Jin Wenling. He grabbed his wrist.

"What medicine?"

"This is our Zhang family's folk prescription for detoxification, don't worry." Zhang San blinked at Jin Wenling, looking confident.

Jin Wenling let go of him, watched Zhuzhu take the reassurance, and sure enough, her whole complexion warmed up, no longer the gray and white look she just saw.

"Mute Zhang is here?"

While helping to sort out the mess, Jin Wenling asked.

"The patriarch left the customs for a while earlier, just to help the old man resolve this calamity. Who would have thought that members of the Yu family would be so useless."

Zhang San glanced at Wan Baylor, and said with a half-smile.

"Sanlang, don't be rude."

Zhuzhu in his arms had woken up at some point and was staring at him coldly.

Zhang San was stunned for a moment, then immediately lowered his head and said, "What the old master taught me is that it was San'er who spoke recklessly."

As soon as the words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked. This is the authentic Jingbai, which complements Zhang San's original outstanding character with the demeanor of a good son of the imperial capital.Wan Baylor rolled his eyes, and said in his heart that this family can't complain that they became big players in the entertainment industry during the Republic of China, and all the children in the Ganqing family are at the level of movie kings.

Looking up at the dragon chamber, which is always tens of meters high, he pointed his finger and said, "Did your chief patriarch insert the ancient black sword from the back of the dragon? Then you naturally know how to get out?"

Now that Zhang San has broken his skills, he stopped holding it, nodded and said in a beautiful Jingbai way: "You don't have to go through so much trouble to climb up, just take out the dragon's Lizhu, it will naturally bend down and spit out Longxi let us out."

Wan Baylor didn't know the rules of these strange powers like the people on the road, nodded and said: "Oh, do we need to gather all seven?" No one at the scene paid attention to him...

When we returned to the imperial capital, the atmosphere of the year was already full, probably because of the return from Changbai, but Wan Beile felt that the imperial capital was not as cold as in previous years.

As the year approached, the entertainment industry was basically hyping up the Spring Festival Gala. Because the old man was ill, Dynasty Entertainment also had a holiday as early as the 28th of the year. Wan Baylor just stayed in Jin Wenling's apartment and refused to go out.

He originally had many questions in his mind, why Jin Wenling's coffin was empty, what was that Yushi Wanyi, how Zhuzhu was brought down by his own body, and what happened to the thousand-year-old rice dumpling by the Zhang family.

However, Zhang Xuewen, who is in charge of Zhang Jiaming's face, now has nothing to do with him and doesn't open his mouth. He shakes his head and doesn't know. Zhuzhu has been living in the intensive care unit. Jin Wenling told him not to harass him. Mentality, I eat soft meals in my comfort zone every day, and I still feel that my life is full and happy.

In particular, the formal dresses and crowns and jewelry brought back from Jin Wenling's imperial tomb provided excellent cosplay props for Wan Baylor's violent heart.

"Honey~"

The boy's voice was very long, and there were elements of grievance and cuteness in it.

"Just wear this, okay? No one will know anyway..."

Almost every night Jin Wenling came out of the shower and had to face him for a while. The previous two times because of the remnants of the touch in the imperial mausoleum, he really succeeded a few times. Who knows that this Erha has tasted the sweetness. It's really shameless to come to the costume feast every day.

At this moment, he held a small pottery figurine in his hand, and pointed to the two lumps of plateau red on the lady's face: "Mimi, can you put on this makeup?"

Jin Wenling looked at the big country girl with a blank face, raised her hand and snatched it, and threw it on the ground as soon as she spoke.

"Emma!"

Wan Baylor used his flesh and blood to block a catastrophe in the history of Chinese cultural relics before the terracotta figurines hit the ground with the posture of a hungry tiger pounced on sheep, and was so frightened that his accent came out from outside the customs.

"Mimi, this thing is just a daily decoration for you, but do you know how much it can be sold in Panjiayuan? I secretly asked someone to see it, so don't talk about this amount." Wan Baylor stretched out his hand on Jin Wenling's Inside the cuff of the bathrobe was a code word number.

"Oh? Sold it." Jin Wenling said blankly, obviously not having any cherished feelings for her funeral objects.

"How can I do that? I can't sell it even if I'm starving to death. These are all things from when you were a child. They are kept at home to warm the house. You won't be lonely when I go to work."

"Judging by our coffee positions, it is obvious that you are more likely to stay in the boudoir alone." Jin Wenling silently complained in her heart, but did not say it out.

Looking at Erha's expectant eyes, he had no choice but to grab a piece of silk pajamas and put it on his body. Although this operation lost a few fellows on the road, the harvest was quite rich, and most of them were brought back. Not to mention his burial objects, in the end the dragon's Lizhu was also brought back by them as a trophy.

This group of people, except for Wan Baylor, are all demon kings who kill people without batting an eyelid. Zhang San took the lead, skillfully cutting open the dragon's jaw with the short dagger he carried with him, and took out this priceless bead. Wan Baylor was in pain for a while, and when he was about to perform a brave act of protecting wild animals, it was Jin Wenling who told him that the Lizhu was a dragon's stone, and that it would be much more docile when taken out, so that the people in his body would be released. Forget it.

The first thing to do after returning to the imperial capital was to entrust Pan Jiayuan'er's acquaintances to find experts in the restoration of cultural relics from the ghost market to clean and restore Jin Wenling's funeral objects. A few things were taken to be repaired and cleaned, even so, the bosses who were acquainted with each other rushed to buy them, but Wan Baylor didn't give up any of them for his own happiness.

The first thing after repairing and cleaning is to see his Mimi put on the clothes that he once wore in a distant time and space, but the size is not suitable, so he has to wear them casually on the bed. For two days, Wan Baylor felt that every time he went to bed, he was in heaven, and tossed Jin Wenling in various ways.

Seeing him wearing a nine-fold gauze at this moment, his delicate body was looming, and the small tent underneath was erected in a disappointing manner, so he flung himself on the bed with his clothes on.

[bibibi]

The next day was the morning of the New Year's Eve, and the weather in the imperial capital, which had been smoggy for thousands of years, turned out to be a little bit of northerly smoke and snow. The most surprising thing was that the snowflakes were still pure white.

Jin Wenling slept soundly all night, but was awakened by the snow light outside the window. He opened his eyes, reached out and touched the Lizhu placed beside the bed like a night light. With Jin Wenling's touch, it slowly dimmed.

As the beads dimmed, he noticed the hand he was touching on it. There was a diamond ring on his ring finger. Looking at the size, he knew that it was cut from the rough stone that Qianbeile brought out to propose marriage.

At this moment, Wan Baylor came in early with a kang table from the outside, and placed it directly on Jin Wenling's bed. He saw him staring at the ring thoughtfully, although his face was a little thinner than the corner of the city wall, it was still She said embarrassingly: "You promised earlier, you can't go back on it..."

Jin Wenling sighed, but did not take off the ring.

"Don't you wear it when you're serving wine and treats?"

"Yeah, dude, I'm going to have a discussion with you. It's New Year's Eve, so why don't you go to my house and get to know each other?"

"Heh..." Jin Wenling laughed indifferently.

"Aren't you afraid that your father and brother will run on me?"

"Hey my lord, you invented this Gongdou. How dare they fight with you? That's really like selling the Analects in front of Confucius, playing big swords in front of Guan Gong, and rebelling against the three vulgarities at Zongju's door!"