Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

Uncle Zhao looked regretful: "I really don't know that!"

Yang Pingan saw that this old cunning guy only wanted to come here to fish for something, and he refused to stay at all.

Standing up, Yang Pingan didn't waste his words with him: "Uncle Zhao, sit down first." Walking to the side of the Baihe incense burner, the lighter clicked and spit out flames, lit the incense grains, and put them into the incense burner.

The white mist lingered, and two figures appeared. Xue Wuling looked at Yang Ping'an in front of him, pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes concealed sporadic smiles, like a child who finally got a lollipop, looked at each other but was embarrassed to say thank you.

Yang Pingan looked at Xue Wuling, raised his eyebrows coldly, felt that he was seriously ill, and his illusion of Xue Wuling was becoming more and more innocent, and he was still facing such a picture...

A naturally cold face.

So this is the advantage of looks, no matter how disobedient the expression is, it can be displayed perfectly.

Obviously, this is a problem with Xue Wuling's face, not with his own thoughts.

Yang Pingan gave the two of them a look, and from the corner of the eye he moved lightly in the direction of the old fat man, and the two of them understood.

Yang Pingan sat back: "Uncle Zhao, to tell you the truth, our family's antiques really cannot be changed hands at will. Let alone touch our family's things, even if you want to touch them, think about it, it will be bad luck!"

Uncle Zhao smiled and said, "Really?" Obviously he didn't take it seriously.

The hairpin spirit floated on the table, kicked lightly with her toes, the teacup fell on the table, and half of the warm tea flowed down the table.

The old fat man's face was fixed on his face, and he moved his eyes a little bit, looking at the teacup lying on the table. Is there a teacup in this world that is safe and will fall if you don't touch it?

"It's broken!" Yang Pingan stood up suddenly, and looked at him with burning eyes: "Here we come!" His eyes were full of drama, such as Sadako, such as the chainsaw killer, and the breathing of the two of them in the quiet air was extremely loud. Zoom in, but there's clearly something else going on.

"Shhhhh... what's coming?" Uncle Zhao's sitting posture was suddenly obedient, his shoulders tucked up, his hands folded on his thighs, his eyes swallowed in horror, he wondered if the place he couldn't see really appeared something.

Yang Pingan grabbed him and pushed him out violently: "Go! Go! Don't come to my shop again!"

Uncle Zhao didn't forget to pick up his bag in panic, and walked out tremblingly. He didn't forget to grab Yang Pingan's wrist and chatter: "Ping An, think again, I'm the middleman, not what I want."

Yang Ping'an was tall and thin, but his frame was fine, and his hands and feet were as long as his face. Xue Wuling watched that part of his fair skin being held in the hands of an inexplicable old fat man, but he couldn't touch it when he wanted to.

Yang Pingan was caught by him, seeing that he wanted to leave but was reluctant to leave for fear of causing trouble, he muttered to him to think about it, what the hell?

The iron blades of the ceiling fan rubbed against Uncle Zhao's shoulder and fell, bang!With a loud bang, the electric fan fell to the ground.

"Damn it!" Yang Pingan blurted out looking at the ceiling fan that fell on the ground.

The old fat man's face was as white as snow, and Yang Ping'an felt that his palms turned cold instantly, and fine cold sweat gushed out of his shiny forehead.

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving." With a stiff expression, he didn't dare to look at Yang Ping'an, as if he was speaking to a certain curse in the air, and he left quickly after speaking.

As soon as the person left, Yang Ping'an turned to look at Xue Wuling with fierce eyes: "You pay me for the electric fan!!"

Yang Pingan looked at the ceiling fan that fell on the ground, wondering if it could still be installed and continued to use. After pondering for a while, he got up and sat back on the grand teacher's chair. He stared at Xue Wuling with an unfriendly expression, and cursed in a low voice, "You prodigal ghost."

Seeing Xue Wuling standing there indifferently, Yang Pingan pointed to the seat next to him: "Come and sit here for me, I'm going to teach you a class today!"

Xue Wuling sat down obediently, waiting for his lecture. From the expression, it should be said that he admired the way he spoke.

"Do you know that all of these require money? Where does the money come from? Did the money fall from the sky? I earned it all by myself and saved it slowly, you know? Do you feel sorry for my money? Don't Ruin my stuff!"

Yang Pingan was also a little frightened by the blow just now, the ceiling fan suddenly fell down, although he knew that Xue Wuling would definitely not hurt him, but the fear and lingering fear at that moment made him angry now.

Especially thinking that I have to spend money to repair the ceiling fan, and if Xue Wuling, a rotten ghost who can't support the wall, doesn't teach it well, I don't know how many troubles there will be in the future, stealing things today, smashing the chandelier and ceiling fan tomorrow.

As Yang Pingan looked at Xue Wuling, the moisture in his heart surged, and he suddenly felt a little sad: "I don't know how to fix ceiling fans."

I'm not acting like a baby, nor complaining, just a little sad, there are always so many details in life, suddenly a broken light bulb, a blocked floor drain, everything is powerless and helpless.

He learned how to change a new light bulb, learned how to clear the floor drain, and learned how to live alone. Now the ceiling fan suddenly fell in front of Yang Ping’an’s face, which made him very irritable and reminded him of his first year of work. I also talked about the mood of studying the instruction manual of the light bulb in the rented private room for a moment.

In the past ten years, you really haven't made much money.

After all, he still loves money and cannot make ends meet.

Old ghost Xue Wuling, you eat me up!

Yang Ping kicked Xue Wuling to the ground in his mind, feeling much more comfortable.

Xue Wuling didn't know that Yang Ping'an had gone through a series of changes in his head, such as sadness, nostalgia, and beating him. He just looked at his eyes suddenly lowered, and the indifferent grievance in his words. He said his grievance in a nonchalant tone. But Xue Wuling did not accept the fact that he was wronged.

"I'll fix it."

"Ah?" Yang Pingan suspected that he heard it wrong: "Xue Wuling, you are an ancient ghost, not a modern ghost. Can you repair electric fans?"

"I can."

Seeing his decisiveness, Yang Pingan doubted the authenticity of his words, but because of his decisiveness, Yang Pingan actually doubted the authenticity of what he said, instead of knowing it was nonsense.

The deposit made him want to believe Xue Wuling: "Then you try to repair it, if it doesn't work, I'll call someone to repair it."

Yang Pingan looked at Xue Wuling with burning eyes, and something burning in his eyes was called fighting spirit.

Never say two words to a man.

No.

Because if you can't, you have to.

"I can."

Yang Pingan waited for him to repair electric fans. Even if he was Guiguzi's direct disciple and Lu Ban's descendant, Yang Pingan didn't believe that his talent was high enough to repair electric fans in modern times.

Sure enough, after Xue Wuling practiced for a while, he began to call for help from the sidelines, calling with cold eyes.

Hairpin silently bowed his head and acted as a running dog, holding the tablet and started surfing Baidu.

Wait, why is my tablet in her hand?And she is so proficient in using it?

Hairpin smiled embarrassedly, and held the tablet in his arms. Although it belongs to you, the owner, it is also his treasure.

Yang Pingan was fascinated by the sweet expression of the hairpin, looked at her calmly, and wondered in his heart, is this hairpin going to fall in love with his tablet?

Speaking of the hairpin, Yang Ping'an's thoughts were quickly drawn back to the Tianshi's diary, thinking of her origin, and felt that this thing was really a cow. The fairy gave it to Li Daoxuan, and Li Daoxuan later used it as a hairpin and gave it to his apprentice.

Yang Pingan's thinking jumped, and he found a problem. From Yuzan's memories, it was obvious that the Celestial Master treated Ming Shan very ordinaryly, and he also had a bit of anger and indisputable dislike for him.

It must be disgusting. After reading the Diary of the Celestial Master, Yang Ping'an can think of Li Daoxuan's general thoughts.

This kid is useless.

But there is a lot of food, let's keep it.

Mingshan is indeed not a competitive person, he is born a bad embryo, but Li Daoxuan also gave him the jade hairpin.

Maybe it's because of Ming Shan's bad nature, and Yuzan can make people feel uneasy, so it happened to be a good match, so I gave it to him?

According to this kind of thinking, the Celestial Master still paid more attention to Mingshan. I don't know if Mingshan was really kicked out of the sect later on. This little suspense still hangs in Yang Ping'an's mind.

The diary of the celestial master is a thick volume. When will it be able to catch up with the progress bar where Mingshan threw the jade hairpin?

At least for more than ten years, Tianshi is only 13 and a half years old now, and Tianshi was only a young man in his early 20s in the Yuzan incident.

Touching the phone and rubbing the screen with his fingertips, it was the first time that Yang Pingan chased after the update, and he chased the life of a fairy.

His whole life, from birth to death?

As for the Yang family, I don't know which inconspicuous corner of Tianshi's life it will be in.

Yang Pingan was thinking about it here, what kind of celestial master and what Mingshan, Xue Wuling worked very hard on repairing electric fans over there.

All the skills and mana were used, and there was a burst of frantic tinkering. At first glance, he looked very professional, his face was frosty, his brows were slightly frowned, and his professional posture was invincible.

Yang Pingan thought for a while, got up and went out to find Uncle Guo.

Uncle Guo is a security guard on this street, and he has been doing it for more than 20 years. He has been working on this street since Yang Pingan could remember.

There is a small room for security behind the tourist rest area at the intersection. Uncle Guo is holding a selfie artifact in one hand and a mop in the other hand in the rest area, shouting: "Old irons, I will write a song of eternal regret for you today, Don’t double-click and don’t pay attention to bad writing, if you think my writing is good, double-click 666 for Uncle Guo!”

Only then did Yang Pingan realize that the mop in his hand was actually a large brush that looked like a mop, and he wrote on the ground when it was wet.

Yang Pingan was embarrassed to go up and interrupt Guo Shu's live broadcasting career, but Guo Shu paid a little attention from the camera, and spotted him with sharp eyes: "Old irons, I will write to you later, and I will introduce you to a handsome guy. The most handsome man on the street, you always say that no matter how good-looking your handwriting is, it’s not as good-looking as a person, and that little fresh meat is delicious, come on, I’ll show you little fresh meat, double-click 666 so delicious!"

Yang Pingan was forced to enter the camera with a dazed expression. Unexpectedly, Uncle Guo, who usually seemed silent and docile, was so enthusiastic and aggressive, greeting the phone awkwardly.

After saying hello and writing a song of eternal regret, Uncle Guo said goodbye to the veterans before turning off the camera and sighing contentedly.

Yang Pingan looked at the wet spots on the ground: "Uncle Guo, I didn't realize that you still have this talent."

"To pass the time, you can practice casually, but if you have a good foundation, you can do it as soon as you practice. There is no way."

Yang Ping'an just laughed, and Uncle Guo was still full of flirtatious words as before.

"By the way, Uncle Guo, you are the only security guard on our street, right?"

"Yes, in our street, everyone knows each other, so there are no bad people. One security guard is enough."

"In the ten years since I left home, many people want to come into my house, right?"

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