Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

Only after being kissed did Yang Pingan realize that the person imprisoning him was so icy and cold, yet he felt as if he had fallen into a warm swamp. Xue Wuling held his head in his hand, which was unbelievably gentle, and Yang Pingan gradually began to feel dizzy. dizzy.

Lack of oxygen.

Relying on his survival instinct, Yang Pingan pulled up the red thread and grasped the yellow talisman, pushed Xue Wuling away violently, fell down on the bed, clutched his heart, and gasped fiercely.

The heart was beating violently, as if it was going to push out of the chest cavity, this was the first time such an exaggerated reaction, Yang Pingan didn't think it was a heartbeat.

Who is in a cold sweat?

Looking up at Xue Wuling, Yang Ping'an felt very uncomfortable. He couldn't say why, but when he thought of Xue Wuling's sudden gentle smile just now, he felt a little creepy.

Frowning tightly, Yang Ping'an was upset and could only vent his anger on him: "Xue Wuling, you pervert, what else can you do besides taking advantage of me?"

He was still holding the yellow talisman in his hand, and his forehead was sweating profusely. Xue Wuling stood on the edge of the bed, looking down at him, then suddenly climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged, looking straight at him: "I will still make you happy."

"Get out!" Yang Ping'an kicked the dirty thing down, pulled up the quilt and lay down, with a bad tone: "Go out and suck your moon! .

Yang Pingan lay in the quilt, slowly feeling his heart calmed down, clutching his heart, the days after he came back were so comfortable, he almost forgot that there was actually something wrong with his heart,

There is something wrong with my heart, there is something wrong with my antiques, and there is something wrong with my Xue Wuling.

Wait, what weird stuff got mixed in?Xue Wuling was not raised by himself, at most he was fostered, draw a clear line!

After waking up from sleep, it was another day refreshed. Today, he didn't want to burn incense. He wanted to be alone.

Xue Wuling has become more and more panicky recently, and he can't tell what's wrong, but he began to want to avoid Xue Wuling.

Wash out today's diary first, and go to the storage room to take a look at the antiques in your home.

Today's diary is written about Tianshi and two apprentices embarking on a journey to find the blacksmith 20 years ago, hoping to find the demon that has disappeared. Jiedu envoys and governors came to entertain them. Under such circumstances, it was relatively easy to find a blacksmith.

They heard in the downtown area that there was a strange man with extraordinary martial arts skills. He had a knife that could drink blood. It was said that as long as the knife was stained with blood, it would disappear on the blade. Everyone called this knife the Vampire Knife.

So he sent someone to find his friend to drink and eat with him, and asked him where the knife came from. When the other party was happy, he would blow out all the cowhide. He told his parents to know a blacksmith, because of the friendship of the previous generation, he used it in the mountains. A box of silver and the blacksmith's purchase of knives were told.

In particular, if it weren't for his friendship, he wouldn't be able to buy the blacksmith's knife, and few people in this world can buy the weapons he made!You can't go out and talk nonsense, and you can't tell others where the blacksmith lives!

So on what mountain, which mountain road goes up, somewhere on the mountainside there is a towering big locust tree, next to the big locust tree is the blacksmith's house.

I found out all about it.

Li Daoxuan was well prepared and took two apprentices up the mountain. The Jiedu envoy also sent a team of people to follow him, euphemistically calling it to protect the safety of the celestial master.

When they were almost halfway up the mountain, Li Daoxuan told these people not to follow, just wait at a distance, in case a fight broke out and it would be too strenuous to protect them.

soldiers:……

Li Daoxuan and his two apprentices walked up, and saw the sky change suddenly, dark clouds covered the top, and there happened to be just one piece, which was covered in blackness on the blacksmith's house, and the wind blew up. born!"

It's better to be early than to be lucky, they just caught up with the blacksmith's new proud work, Zhao Desheng and Xiao Lin stepped forward to kick open the closed door, the three of them walked into the room, the inside is spacious and everything is available.

An old man sat in front of a copper smelting blast furnace with his head bowed. Although his body was thin, he had broad shoulders and a tall man when he was young.

Hearing the sound, the old man turned his head. The eyelids in the sunken eye sockets were as dry as tree bark, and a little light appeared in the slits of the cloudy eyes. The old man's eyes slowly widened, and he suddenly realized: "Li Daoxuan? Long time no see!"

A smile suddenly appeared on the old man's face, and he looked at Li Daoxuan frivolously, looking up and down: "Why are you not old? Are you a fairy?"

The corners of the old man's displeased mouth turned down, jealousy appeared in his eyes, and then turned into a strange smile.

Li Daoxuan can vaguely recognize that this old man is the muscular blacksmith 20 years ago, but it is hard to say who is inside the blacksmith's body.

It was probably the monster from 20 years ago, but he no longer has the magic energy in him.

Li Daoxuan shot immediately, the old man's face changed rapidly, suddenly a puff of black smoke came out of his body, and he rushed to the corner, suddenly a little boy stood up in the corner, about three or four years old, running out as nimbly as a short-handed and short-footed monkey.

Zhao Desheng and Xiao Lin were well-informed, and immediately rushed up to stop him. Li Daoxuan followed, and stopped in front of the little boy. The little boy had a chubby face and a natural wheat-colored skin. , the eyeballs are black and shiny.

Seeing Li Daoxuan standing in front of him, he curled his pink lips and smiled, a black mist shot out from the top of his head, and his chubby body fell to the ground like mud.

Under the blue sky and white sun, suddenly a dazzling ray of light descended, hitting the black mist with a bang, and scattered the black mist.

Li Daoxuan let go of the pinching hand, watched the black mist dissipate in the air, turned around and picked up the child and walked slowly on the mountain road.

This monster was much weaker, perhaps because Li Daoxuan was a little uneasy because the Hunjun was no longer in power, but he couldn't find any reason.

Back in the Sword Cottage, Zhao Desheng and Xiao Lin stood quietly at the door, Li Daoxuan saw that they looked strange, and glanced inside the room, the blacksmith was already awake, with his head drooping and his shoulders slumped to pull the bellows.

While he was pulling, he was gasping for breath, as if a big hole had been broken in his lung, and the air was always whistling in and out.

The veins on the withered arm were swollen, as if all the strength of the whole body was concentrated on this hand, and it was only used by this hand.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the air was getting drier. The blacksmith's eyes wandered from side to side, and slowly turned around, looking at the child in Li Daoxuan's arms.

He wiped his hands on his sleeves with great effort, stood up with his hands on his knees, his feet on the ground, and walked over step by step.

He was about to die, there was no light in his cloudy eyes, only a cloud of obsession that had not dissipated.

The blacksmith raised his hands, his voice filled with the smell of decay: "Give me...give him to me."

Lee Daoxuan took a step back, and exited the room with the child in his arms.

The blacksmith wanted to follow, but Li Daoxuan waved his sleeve, and he fell to the ground as if falling apart.

The whites of the eyes were cloudy, the pupils were black and staring at the roof, the blacksmith turned his head little by little, looking at the burning sword hut, struggling on the ground, his lips squirmed, and murmured a word repeatedly.

Seeing this, Li Daoxuan immediately ordered Zhao Desheng and Xiao Lin: "Hurry up and save him, otherwise it may be difficult to reincarnate because of obsession."

Zhao Desheng walked in, and Xiao Lin followed behind him. If they read correctly, the blacksmith should be half dead, just like those dying people, who only have their last breath lying on the bed after returning to the light. It is impossible in this situation It can still move.

This old thing moved two times, it was already another kind of force in action.

The two went over and began to chant the mantra. The old blacksmith lying on the ground opened his mouth wide and rolled his eyes to look at the roof. After a long time, he exhaled his last breath and murmured in pain: "I am not willing...!!! "The breath broke in his mouth and nose, and the old blacksmith's head was still facing the direction of the sword hut.

The child woke up slowly in his arms, hugged Li Daoxuan's neck, his dark eyes were puzzled, and he said in a childish voice, "Who are you?"

The child turned his head and looked left and right: "Where are my parents..."

Zhao Desheng and Xiao Lin received Li Daoxuan's gaze, and each walked to one side to inspect other rooms.

Zhao Desheng pushed open the door and poked his head in. He stepped back and gave Li Daoxuan a look. Li Daoxuan walked over, handed the child to Zhao Desheng, and walked in by himself.

A young man was lying on the bed with a pale face. His face was pale, not his skin. This was a young man with the same complexion as a little boy.

Li Daoxuan stepped forward to see that his soul orifice was sealed. This method did not cause any damage to the body, but it would be like a nightmare and he would not be able to wake up.

Li Daoxuan raised his hand and waved lightly in front of him, the wind from his fingertips blew into the hole, and the young man woke up uncomfortably.

The young man snorted, his head was still in a blur, he opened his eyes and looked around, his eyes gradually gathered his spirits, and he struggled to get up: "Who are you? Where is my wife?"

"Are you the son of a blacksmith?" Li Daoxuan thought of a boy and girl he met in the mountains 20 years ago. The boy should be him, and that child should be their child.

only……

What about that woman?

"Yes, may I ask who you are?" The young man's eyes were wary.

"I'm just a Taoist priest. I don't know the whereabouts of your wife... I only saw the old blacksmith and a child..."

The young man suddenly became excited when he heard this, got up and jumped out of the bed, rushed out of the room, and entered the sword hut.

The old blacksmith's body was still lying on the ground, and the fire in the hut was still burning. The young man knelt down beside the old blacksmith, watching his eyes that were always looking at the sword hut, and raised his hand to cover it.

"Father……"

He also looked at Jian Hut, and cold tears flowed down his face.

He turned his head and glanced at Li Daoxuan, with indifference and tears in his eyes, and looked at each other quietly.

"You killed my father?"

"He...he deserves to die." Li Daoxuan looked straight into his eyes.

The young man looked at Li Daoxuan quietly, and suddenly smiled bitterly: "You are right, but you don't understand either."

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