Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

What does a peerless sharp weapon and a famous soldier handed down from generation to generation represent?

He didn't understand, but every time he watched his father gather enough strength to strike with a hammer, he seemed to vaguely understand.

Beads of sweat spread all over his forehead, Dad gritted his back molars, his whole body was tense, and was reflected orange red by the fire, clang!Keng!Keng!

Hammer after hammer.

When resting, he sat beside him, like a towering mountain, with gloomy eyebrows and eyes drooping.

He held the water and leaned forward: "Abba, drink water."

Dad gurgled to drink water, then stared at the sword hut with gloomy eyes, kept watch on the time, stayed up all night, hammered and hammered again and again.

Keng!

Keng!

Keng!

"Why can't I cast famous soldiers?!" Abba stood guarding the stove with his head down, like a broken mountain ridge.

Guarding that stove, he gradually became taller, and his father decided to move to the mountains to live, and he would devote himself to forging weapons.

God rewards hard work!Dad murmured this sentence every day, murmured, murmured, one weapon after another was forged and discarded.

In his mouth, he no longer said "God rewards those who work hard", and replaced it with a soft bite of "I am not reconciled." '

I can not be reconciled.

Like a soft breath, but never really breathed out.

Until one day, Abba said, "God has abandoned us."

Uneasy, he leaned forward to comfort Abba: "No, Abba, maybe if we persist for a while, we will see hope!"

But Dad suddenly became furious: "I have done everything I can! If God has eyes, if He is willing to look at me! It shouldn't be like this now! Since God has abandoned me, I can always find a new way ! When the time comes! Don't blame me for being unkind!"

Abba seems to be swearing provocation to God.

Dad went out, and the world was chaotic outside, and the canals were conscripted everywhere, and Dad went out for a trip, but came back happily.

He said, I found a way to go against the sky, but I could get what I wanted.

Since you don't listen to my faithful request, it's nothing against the sky.

Abba raised a demon, or in other words, cast a demon.

The so-called "Six Desire Demon" is a combination of greed, anger, hatred, madness, hatred, jealousy, and six desires in the world. It is the child of the old blacksmith and also the child of this troubled world.

In today's world, these six desires are the most abundant, so my father wants to raise these six desires and forge a magic sword.

Abba began to catch passers-by who strayed into the forest and used them to sacrifice swords.

He was nine years old at the time, watching the person being pushed into the sword hut through the crack of the door, he couldn't bear to close his eyes, thinking in his heart, could Dad get what he wanted?

At the age of 12, the person who was pushed into the sword hut became his grandmother. He was tied up and cried on the pillar all night. His father kept guarding the sword hut. He was tired and tired from crying. fell asleep.

When he woke up, Abba was beside him, and he asked, "Abba, is the sword finished?"

"It's done."

He stared blankly at the roof, feeling inexplicably peaceful in his heart.

At least Grandma didn't die in vain, at least the sword was done.

He looked at the sword, and it was as gentle as Grandma's.

Later, Abba bought him a little girl as a companion, and that little girl was named Ah Zhen.

Ah Zhen raised her head timidly, and looked at him cautiously with hidden eyes, like a little sparrow, with light hands and feet, as if it was thinking about its toes all the time, without making any sound.

When she smiled, she also pursed her lips, pressing the arc, with a small snow-white face.

Sitting on the rock, he clenched his fist and showed her his arm: "I won't hit you, and I will protect you."

His heart is so empty, but with Ah Zhen, at least he can think about her when he is empty.

Later, because the demon was hunted down by Taoist priests, Abba felt unsafe, so he changed the place again.

Year after year, Abba is still whispering, "I'm not reconciled."

He wants to fight against the sky, and if the sky doesn't follow his wishes, he gritted his teeth and must make it to the end.

But he is not reconciled...

I couldn't swallow that breath.

There must be a better weapon, and there must be a sharp blade handed down from generation to generation.

The Six Desire Demons are getting stronger and stronger, Abba is getting weaker and weaker, and the weapons are getting more and more fierce.

He felt that his father had gone crazy.

But what came to mind was that he was in front of the sword hut, clenching his teeth, his cheeks tensed, raising the hammer high, and then lowering it.

Keng!

Keng!

Keng!

He knew why Abba was crazy.

When is it a head?When will the famous soldier who can appease father's resentment appear?

Waiting and waiting, the wedding candle was lit, and Ah Zhen married him.

Conceived in October, the child was born, named Fu Yao, Zhou Fu Yao.

After hearing this, Dad touched the baby's fetal hair without saying a word.

But Liuyumo was very unhappy, and mocked with a half-smile: "Your grandson subdue the demon?"

Later, Abba disappeared, and the Six Desire Demons wanted to forge swords for Abba, forging mother-child swords.

Now, Dad is dead, he deserves to die, but his eyes are not closed, the breath is still in his chest, and he has not let it out.

He took a long breath, pent up for more than ten years, and was finally cut off.

"The Six Desire Demons are still there."

"What?" Li Daoxuan was puzzled.

"Six Desire Demons will never die."

The child in Zhao Desheng's arms struggled to get out of his arms, calling Abba, Abba outside the door.

Hearing the child's voice, the young man showed a warm look on his face: "Fuck the demon!"

Zhou Fuyao ran in from outside the house and threw himself into the arms of the young man. The young man looked at the chubby boy lovingly and stroked his hair and cheeks.

"Fu Yao, I'm sorry for your mother, and I'm sorry for you too."

He looked at Zhou Fuyao with a warm expression, but his eyes were dim and dark.

His soul is dead, or rather, his heart is dead.

When is it a head?

Maybe this is the moment.

He rubbed Zhou Fuyao's cheek: "Fuyao, Auntie is the least courageous. I didn't protect her well. She should be very scared by herself now. I have to accompany her. You will be fine by yourself in the future."

He raised his eyes to look at Li Daoxuan, the meaning was self-evident.

Li Daoxuan looked at the little Zhou Fuyao, and frowned slightly, not dissatisfied, but just tangled, tangled for a while, and looked at the young man: "The food is full."

He has nothing to give but this.

Zhou Fuyao looked at his father, a little puzzled: "Father, then you went to see A Niang, A Niang is in the sword, and you go to the sword, then can I still see you?"

"We will meet in the future." The young man thought, after a hundred years, maybe we can see each other again in the river of forgetfulness on the Naihe Bridge?If there is fate.

Zhou Fuyao nodded: "Father, I will miss you less, and I will also miss A Niang less. Let's see you later."

Zhao Desheng entered the room and carried Zhou Fuyao out, leaving only the youth and Li Daoxuan.

Zhao Desheng was outside, watching the dark clouds in the sky dissipate, two rays of light intersected, the skylark and pheasant landed on the roof, the door was pushed open, and Li Daoxuan came out with a sword.

On the way down the mountain, Zhou Fuyao looked back at the house at the foot of the mountain, his black eyes gleamed, and Zhao Desheng hugged him: "Junior brother, don't be sad, follow us from now on, the hard days are yet to come."

"I'm not sad." Zhou Fuyao turned his head and curled his lips, and stopped looking at the room, fluttering his long eyelashes: "I'm a man."

Xiao Lin kicked Zhao Desheng from behind: "Elder brother, if you don't know how to speak, talk less, you'll accumulate virtue."

This is Li Daoxuan's third apprentice, Zhou Fuyao.

But the Demon of Six Desires is not dead yet, Li Daoxuan has always been brooding over this matter, but there is nothing he can do about it.

No one can kill the Demon of Six Desires, this sentence is correct, if the six desires are endless, it is hard for a monster to die.

Yang Pingan was feeling deeply about the cannibalism of the feudal society and the viciousness of demons and goblins, so it was right not to become a spirit after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

But what's the use? !

Even if you can't become a master, you will meet yourself!

The sun slanted into the room, and the room began to heat up. Putting down the phone, stood up, turned on the old ceiling fan, and cranked it up.

Turning around, a shiny head appeared in sight. It was a middle-aged man from the Mediterranean Sea. Yang Pingan took a closer look, oh, I'll go, isn't this Uncle Zhao?

It was Uncle Zhao who invited the other party to appraise his own antiques when he was young and ignorant, and was defeated by the other party's shameless mastery.

Back then, although the top of his head was sparse, his black hair was still stubborn and fluffy, but he didn't expect that all of them have retired now.

If you are chubby, you will appear plump and full of collagen. Uncle Zhao does not look old, but is still such a plump and rich old man.

Walking in with a shy belly and a smile: "Pingan has grown so big? I only heard that you came back yesterday. Why did you suddenly remember that you came back? I thought you didn't plan to take this business anymore."

"Uncle Zhao? I should be the one to visit you. I have been busy these days and forgot. Why did you come to visit me in person?" Yang Ping'an smirked.jpg

After his parents had an accident, it was more difficult for these elders to get in touch with each other. Yang Pingan didn't know what kind of cronies his parents had made. They were so unreliable. Now that Uncle Zhao came to the door in person, nothing good would happen. .

Yang Pingan has been practicing outside for so many years, and his eyes can see many things that he hadn't seen before. People can see something at the first glance, but not everyone has such precise eyesight, so I often hear people complain, and I didn't see him as such at first.

In that case, at least at first glance, people show a palpable personality bias.

But Uncle Zhao didn't, he was like a vivid human leather case, with false feelings overflowing his body, but he pulled back a little score by relying on his down-to-earth appearance.

Compared with the Uncle Zhao in memory, he is more powerful now.

Uncle Zhao looked around the store up, down, left, and right, and put the bag under his armpit on the tea table: "It's safe, how have you been all these years?"

"Very good." Yang Pingan put the tea in front of him, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled warmly: "Is there anything special about Uncle Zhao's visit today?"

"It's time to see you if I have nothing to do." Uncle Zhao picked up his cup and took a sip: "But I heard that you are asking about the dagger that you let go before?"

"Any news about Uncle Zhao?"

"News..." He put down his teacup, looked at Yang Ping'an with small eyes: "How could there be, it's been so many years, I just heard about it, since you've already shot, there's no need to inquire about those, I Well, I came here because I wanted to introduce you to a business, if you are in short supply and need money, you can think about it."

"Oh? What business?" The old fat man's fox tail was easily exposed.

"Those antiques in your home are actually quite famous in the circle. If someone wants to buy them, you have to make a price..."

Yang Ping raised his eyebrows: "What circle?"

"Hi! What kind of circle is there? Collection circle!"

At the moment when Yang Ping'an asked a question suddenly, Uncle Zhao's pupils subconsciously shrank, and then he glanced to the sides. Although it was only a slight reaction from his eyes, Yang Ping'an saw it all.

When the dagger was sold back then, he didn't know what kind of weapon spirit or curse, but after ten years of selling it, it is impossible that nothing happened. The person who bought that dagger back then was also known as a collector. If it was really a collector , then their Yang family's antiques should have a bad reputation.

"Whether to collect or not to collect, my parents said that these things should be guarded by our Yang family. If my parents hadn't disappeared suddenly and something happened at home, I would have never sold them."

Uncle Zhao opened his mouth, as if he wanted to persuade him, but Yang Pingan immediately cut off his words: "But I have been away for ten years, and I have put all my things here, so I am too lazy to take care of them. It's been so hard."

Yang Pingan said this with a smile, and in a teasing tone, Uncle Zhao could only laugh along with him: "How can it be, the security in your scenic spot is so strict, and it's not that those things are only for your family members. Touch it? Who dares to make such an idea?"

Yang Pingan stared at him: "Actually, it's not impossible to discuss. I don't lack money at the moment, but I have other shortcomings..."

He immediately became excited: "Say it's safe, what's missing? Uncle can take care of it for you."

"Lack of news, who did that dagger go to?"

The author has something to say: Well... Ping An would not have sold it if it were not for special circumstances.