Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

Shang Heyin looked calm, glanced at the desk, and sighed: "Throw it away later."

Cong Youyan chuckled, and shook his finger: "It's okay, don't worry, after I dissolve the toxin, this pen wash can still be used."

Uncle Da was very annoyed, "It has been kept in the old house and has never been used. It is one of the antiques that the old lady married."

"Is it an antique?" Cong Youyan was puzzled, and looked back at Shang Heyin: "But the creation time of this brush is very short, I guess it will not exceed five years."

Shang Heyin was stunned for a moment, and looked at Uncle Da, then realized, and asked: "Is this a fake?"

Cong Youyan nodded, "That's right, it's imitation of Chinese, and the imitation is very rough, with flaws everywhere."

'Is it rough?Isn't this the dowry brought by my mother?I saw it a lot when I was a kid. ’ Shang Heyin’s face became serious, and he asked after a while: “You are not an antique appraiser, how can you make a judgment?”

Seeing his daughter-in-law asking questions, he happily walked over from Youyan, sat cross-legged under Shang Heyin's eyelids, and complained: "Last time I said, I am not only a doctor, but my great-great-grandfather is the general of the Han Dynasty, Lord Cong. Come on, you didn't even listen."

"Mr. Zong is an ancient man thousands of years ago." Shang Heyin asked curiously, "Is there... related?"

"Of course! Let me ask you, if it's something in your home, you used to play with it when you were a child. When someone asks you, how do you know if it belongs to your home? How do you answer?"

Shang Heyin looked at him seriously, countless possibilities flashed through his mind, and he rejected them one by one, leaving only the last one, maybe this person is not a lunatic with a mental illness.Rather... a real antique that has been reincarnated over a thousand years.

Unexpectedly, I will encounter the passage through the bridge in the web novel!His chest heaved for a while before Shang Heyin calmed down. Staring at those warm and dark eyes, he suddenly calmed down, "That's not easy. If it's something from my house, I can naturally tell the real from the fake."

Cong Youyan sat down and smiled, blinked, pointed at himself, and then pointed at the pen washer: "Yes, yes, this thing was put on the desk before, and my grandparents often used it to play, so it can be recognized at a glance. "

In the end, he squeezed his eyes and added another compliment: "Yin'er is really smart."

This is real?This guy is ancient!Shang Heyin looked seriously at the man sitting in front of him, not knowing what to say for a moment.

From Yu Yan, who saw the cheapness, he went up, reached out and grabbed the palm of the other party, and put it on his chest, "Look, I'm a living person, not a zombie. I have temperature and a heartbeat."

Gentle body temperature covered the palm, Shang Heyin finally came to his senses, withdrew his palm, and asked: "Then how did you die?"

"Hey, when refining the Jiuzhuan Juyang Pill, the medicinal materials were mixed with impurities, so the furnace exploded."

"It turns out that he is a ray of wronged soul affected by the debris of the blast furnace..." Shang Heyin hid his face under the light, hiding his concerned expression.

'Yes, he has temperature, heartbeat, and is too lively... Will I drink that glass of liquor?No!I don't drink it because I don't need it. '

After a while, Shang Heyin withdrew his thoughts, turned his head, and asked softly: "At that time, did it hurt?"

"Of course it hurts, I am also a body of flesh and blood." Cong Youyan propped his chin and fell into the memory, "That feeling is like being executed under the scorching sun, being ripped apart by five horses, and thrown into the wilderness. Open your eyes again Right now, I'm here."

At that time, it was full of intrigues and national disasters, but as one of the two sages of Medicine Valley, he had a high position and power, so it was inevitable that he would be coveted by those around him.

Being careless for a while, being plotted against Huo Fu to death, that is also a calamity that should be in fate, Cong Youyan is not sad.

Five horses torn corpses!It seems that traveling through time and space is not a comfortable thing.Shang Heyin looked at him empathetically.

Sensing sympathy from Yu Yan, he smiled and shook his hands, comforting him: "It's just some people who love me but can't turn to hate me. There is nothing to fear. They are as wise and powerful as I am. A genius who walks in Yushan will not be envied by the sky." It's weird!"

Shang Heyin picked up the crystal cup silently, and drank water: I knew it, this guy is a narcissist, a popular model of the same name in Versailles.

The non-staff who had been watching the conversation between the two from a distance, Old Wu Dao Dashu, asked in a low voice, "Hey, do you understand what they are saying?"

Uncle Da who didn't know what they were talking about was still anxious at first, but now he stared: "Of course I know."

"You understand, let's hear it."

"Okay, I'll tell you!" Uncle Da winked his eyes mysteriously, beckoning Old Wu to come closer.

Old Wu bent down, and his voice became even softer: "I'm listening, tell me."

Uncle Da laughed until his beard cocked up, "Let's be servants, don't ask too much about the master's affairs. Only by doing more things can we live a long life."

Oh grass!That's it?What else do you want to say?I know the twists and turns better than you do.Old Wu rolled his eyes and remained silent.

In Cong Youyan's few memories of the original owner, he didn't feel much warmth.There is very little nostalgia for this world, and the impression of his parents and relatives is even more zero. In addition, his sixth sense is different from ordinary people, and he continues to encounter blatant assassinations.

So he didn't believe at all that the original owner was really a prestige trainee, a reserve trainee.

Besides, such a face does not seem natural at all, and the traces of human intervention are too heavy.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, Yuyan squeezed his face to the left, looked at his nose from the right, and pulled Shang Heyin to stand side by side for comparison without giving up. It is called --- watching the sickness of the patient from the mirror, It belongs to a kind of looking, hearing and asking.

Shang Heyin's eyeballs are like pure colored glass, and his complexion is as bright as a jade tree with a tired look, even so, this face is far more smoky than Cong Youyan's.

With the appearance of a daughter-in-law, no matter which dynasty or generation she lives in, she is an evildoer.After the comparison, Cong Youyan's heart felt even more itchy. He licked his lips and wanted to sing a folk song to his wife.

As we all know, doctors express their joy by singing folk songs and reciting poems.

The point is, he himself does not know that the lethality of his unique aria is comparable to the frightening life-killing sword and soul-eating knife in the martial arts world.

Regardless of Yuyan, he always sings whenever he wants, and the one that best expresses what he thinks in his heart is naturally "Xiaoya Caiwei".

"Ah~ I used to go, Yangliu Yiyi, now I come to think, rain and snow are falling. Ah~ beautiful eyes look forward to it, ah~ green grass, ah~ beauty Gu Xi, ah~ gentleman's support! ah~ah~"

From Yuyan singing hard to the climax, she put her hand on her chest, and cast a wink just right.

Shang Heyin's brain twitched violently for a few times, he was stunned by the infinitely elevated vocal range, and his fingers trembled.

"Bang Dang--crack!" The crystal cup fell to the ground and shattered, and the splashed glass dregs flew half a foot high and pierced into the skin of the feet.

When the blood flowed out, Shang Heyin couldn't help grinning and gasped.

"Oh, why are you so careless." Cong Youyan stopped singing, squatted down anxiously, checked the shards of glass, and warned, "Don't move, the ground is full of broken glass."

Behind him, Uncle Da, who was so deafened by the magic sound that he almost wanted to commit suicide, regained his composure, and hurriedly took out the medicine box and handed it over.

Take out the alcohol from Yuyan, wash the feet, use tweezers to remove the dross on the skin surface, and finally apply iodine.

Seeing the fleeting blood scum on the skin, Cong Youyan was very distressed, and blamed: "Yin'er, I know you are moved by my sincerity, but you can't mess up your hands and feet if you are moved!"