Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

Hairpin's eyes were already occupied by this black flat thing, she slowly leaned over and poked her finger on it.

Hey, why don't there be beautiful paintings and beautiful people running out?

Yang Pingan walked into the courtyard, hearing the thin and weak voice of the little white crane quacking all the way.

Hearing too much annoyance like duck croaking, Yang Pingan glanced at the cute little white crane jealously.

One hand immediately grabbed the little white crane, and it was so painful that the five fingers clenched tightly and disappeared in smoke.

The cute little white crane disappeared in front of his eyes. Yang Pingan raised his eyes to look at Xue Wuling who was suddenly in trouble, not knowing what he meant by his sudden attack.

Xue Wuling suddenly acted like a baby with his pretty iceberg face: "Look at me."

Jiao Sa is very stiff.

Yang Ping'an almost didn't see it as being coquettish.

Fortunately, his eyes were as bright as a torch, and after three seconds of silent contemplation, he suddenly woke up.

He really likes me, Yang Pingan thought to himself, he couldn't tell how he felt, his mood was very delicate, he lowered his head and smiled, then raised his eyes to look at him: "Okay, look at you."

What do you like about me?

Yang Pingan thought a little lonely in his heart, but also felt a sense of satisfaction as if he had been bewitched.

The final conclusion is that Xue Wuling is poisonous.

Yang Pingan put this malignant tumor aside and ignored it, focusing on his own business.

Today is also the day when the funeral will be carried out by professionals.

After cleaning the layout of most of the tables, I took photos, went back to the Taishi chair in the store, and sat down. Today is also a day for Chasing Heavenly Master serialization.

Looking at the tablet computer that was still charging, Zan Ling was squatting calmly by the tea table, lying on the chair sadly. The moiré black belt holds the two ends in the middle.

Yang Ping'an has long been accustomed to the daily life of her being separated from her upper and lower levels, so she turned a blind eye and read her Celestial Master's diary.

Yesterday's progress reached the point where the three masters and apprentices went to Jingkou to clean up the ogre Ma Shumou. Li Daoxuan asked the two rookie apprentices to find a place to stay. The bottom line of the uncle's plan.

When Li Daoxuan arrived at Ma Shumou's mansion, he saw demonic energy rising to the sky and black mist rising from the outside. He sneaked in and saw a middle-aged man holding two beautiful men on one left and one on the right in a luxurious room with light gauze and warm tents. juvenile.

Although they are all wearing clothes, Yang Ping'an thinks that this scene is about human|beast level, because Li Daoxuan wrote a sentence, "Although Ma Shumou is in his prime, he will be as old as a bone when he is about to die, and his mouth and nose are full of bad breath." '

Wronged two beautiful brothers.

Fortunately, it was broad daylight, and our innocent young celestial master didn't encounter any eye-catching scenes, otherwise Yang Ping'an would have insulted this wretched Uncle Ma with his real name.

A gust of wind blew up the curtain, Li Daoxuan stood quietly, Ma Shumou saw the young man who suddenly appeared in the room, first startled, then stunned.

Yang Ping'an was also surprised. Isn't this strange uncle trying to get better?Why are you still in a daze?

Ma Shumou saw such a slender young man like jade, and wanted to entertain him very hospitablely, but Li Daoxuan turned around and left, the gauze curtain was raised, Ma Shumou stood up and wanted to chase him, the young man's figure was reflected in the water Generally disappeared in place.

Uncle Ma was shocked from morning to night: "I'm afraid it's a fairy boy! Could it be that he wants to punish me?"

I still have a little bit of b in my heart, knowing that I deserve to die.

On the other side, Li Daoxuan was wandering around Ma Shumou's mansion, what was he doing?He is looking for something.

Li Daoxuan noticed that there was a demon in this mansion. Although Ma Shumou had become a demon, he could not create such a large hostility and turbidity by himself.

Li Daoxuan went out and walked on the corridor, with a lake on one side.

The water is always cold. Li Daoxuan leaned forward and looked at it. He didn't feel any problem, so he stood upright, and then saw a young man standing in front of him at the other end of the corridor.

A very rambunctious young man, dressed loosely, revealing a large chest, and a belt just like him, casually tied up his clothes, and let loose his long black hair.

He was a handsome young man dressed in fine clothes.

Seeing this, Yang Ping'an turned his head to look at Xue Wuling, who was peeking at the screen beside him. He was wearing black clothes, but he was handsome, but not slutty, and his hair was neat.

Not him, next.

Li Daoxuan wrote, "A man is handsome and masculine, but his whole body is enchanted by demons. This is the righteous body of a demon." '

The demon Benmo swept Li Daoxuan up and down with interested eyes, and Li Daoxuan also looked up and down the demon, and the youth and the boy confronted each other.

After looking at the demon, he smiled slightly and said, "Among the Taoist priests I have met, you are the youngest and most beautiful one I have ever seen. It will be very interesting to think about it."

Another abnormality appeared.

Li Daoxuan was not affected by his provocative words at all, and he might not have understood. After all, he was still young and a Taoist priest, so he didn't understand this, so he just kept thinking about what was in front of him?

Probably a person, but this breath is really not what a person should have. A rough conclusion is that it is a demon possessed by a person.

Li Daoxuan scolded: "The world is difficult, the world is in a quagmire, you wait for the monster to be so presumptuous!"

The man looked at Li Daoxuan with a smile, his eyes were close to the essence, as if he was tearing off Li Daoxuan's clothes one by one in his mind, this pure white young man's clean temperament and upright speech were very suitable to be pressed under him and slow down. slow torture.

The demon thinks so.

The darkness came close, and the demonic energy covered the sky and the sun. Li Daoxuan stood quietly in white clothes, looking at the man opposite him, with two hands, his snow-white face did not have the slightest wave.

I saw the golden light behind him, and there was a phantom of an immortal standing there, just like him, practicing the magic formula, the darkness receded, and the demonic energy could not approach at all.

The man looked at the young man in surprise and raised his eyebrows: "At such a young age, there are immortals protecting him."

Li Daoxuan put his two thin fingers together and pointed forward, suddenly showing a sharp edge, a sword condensed out of the void, pointing directly at the man.

The man was really surprised now, he had seen a lot of Taoist priests, and he had experienced a lot of Taoism, but this young man's methods far surpassed Taoism, and he might be immortal.

In the chaotic world, there is such a fairy bone, the man looked at him with burning eyes, his interest became stronger, he smiled, and the two confronted each other.

Seeing this, Li Ping'an was a little puzzled. Li Daoxuan was so powerful at the age of 13. According to this trend, he should have become a fairy. How could he die?

Looking down, Li Daoxuan defeated the demon, but failed to subdue him. The demon was attached to the human body and could not exert its full strength.

Li Daoxuan forced the demon out of the body, and a messy black mist shot straight into the sky. The demon saw that he was protected by an immortal, and also felt that this young man was troublesome. Neither of them could kill the other, so why bother?

The demons are afraid of Li Daoxuan, because he has no dirt, no grain, and a fairy bone.

He is not afraid of anything in this world, only fear of such innocence and innocence.

Using a trick to get rid of the golden cicada's shell, the two went their separate ways from then on, and the Yangguan Road and the single-plank bridge never met again.

Li Daoxuan looked at the young man who fell to the ground, knelt down and checked his neck veins, he was still alive.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed Li Daoxuan's hand, let out a low roar like a beast, and was about to turn over and rush forward with a ferocious face.

Li Daoxuan raised his finger and lightly tapped the young man's eyebrows, and the restless young man immediately closed his eyes quietly. Li Daoxuan stretched out his hand to explore his sea of ​​consciousness, and felt a burning fire burning down to his fingertips.

This physical body carried the monster, although the original soul was still there, but the physical body had been polluted by burns.

Li Daoxuan turned pale with shock, and looked at his fingertips in confusion: "What kind of monster is this? So powerful?"

After thinking about it, Li Daoxuan looked at the young man on the ground, closed his eyes after hesitating for a moment, and whispered softly: "Your physical body has been damaged by this, I will use the leaf as a hexagram, you decide your own life and death, I know you are listening, make your choice."

The palm turned over, and three willow leaves appeared. Li Daoxuan threw the willow leaves beside the young man, and the three leaves were completely covered. Li Daoxuan raised his hand and pressed it to his Tianling cover.

"I hope you won't meet evil spirits in the next life."

The slender hand fell, and the person under him opened his mouth as if wanting to shout, only for a moment, the hand was raised, the young man lay quietly, and the breath disappeared.

Li Daoxuan left Ma Shumou's mansion, went back to meet his two weak disciples, and asked them to deal with Ma Shumou, and had already made up his mind to tell Zhao Desheng that he could not kill Ma Shumou. Otherwise, he would not be qualified to follow him to learn Taoism.

Li Daoxuan didn't have time to speak righteously with him, so he put the words there lightly, as well as the rules and choices, Zhao Desheng chose whether to listen or not.

Handing over Uncle Ma to Zhao Desheng and Xiao Lin, what is Li Daoxuan going to do?

Go catch that monster.

The content that was washed out today stopped here. Yang Pingan let out a wailing cry, impatiently wanting to see the follow-up!

But the part that has been washed out is not yet dry, Yang Pingan can only comfort his feeling of being stuck in the continuation of the serialization, and let out a sigh of relief, at least he has finished reading today's part.

Looking up at Xue Wuling, he also watched with relish, frowning slightly, as if thinking.

Yang Pingan looked at the thought in his eyes, raised his head, and said softly: "Zhao Desheng... Xiao Lin..."

The soft thin lips opened and closed gently, Xue Wuling's pupils dilated, and he leaned forward in a daze, Yang Pingan hurriedly leaned back and raised his hand to cover the lower half of his face: "What are you doing? Are these two names familiar to you?"

Yang Pingan thought that Xue Wuling's IQ had recovered a bit recently and returned to normal. Unexpectedly, he started to relapse and dodged backwards. Xue Wuling's hand followed closely, as if trying to grab his wrist. As soon as he touched it, he was caught. The power of the yellow talisman resisted, and the fingertips collapsed into smoke, and then reunited into hands in a blink of an eye.

Xue Wuling looked at the wrist that was close at hand, as long as he got closer, he could hold it, but he couldn't achieve his wish, that yellow talisman!

Staring at the red line protruding from the collar, Xue Wuling felt a burning hatred rolling in his body, so strong that he wanted to destroy everything, leaving only the person in front of him.

In the whole world, only the two of them are enough.

Xue Wuling closed his fingers, his expression gradually ferocious, the dissipated and reunited black mist continued to resist the yellow talisman, Yang Pingan couldn't stop his instinctive fear, especially when he saw Xue Wuling's paranoid eyes, like an endless darkness abyss.

He looked at the abyss, terrified.

Yang Pingan maintained his composure on his face: "Let go of me, what are you doing? Are you disobedient again?"

But the fear in his eyes fell into Xue Wuling's eyes at a glance.