Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

Just after nightfall tonight, Yang Pingan heard a vicious dog barking, not from his own street, at least from the next street, barking ferociously, and after a while, he heard a cat in the opposite shop begin to cry.

The sister-in-law was very irritable, thinking about whether to go and neuter the cat in two days, and she panicked because of the screams.

This cat cries and barks, it is the treatment that can meet ghosts.

Yang Pingan was very cautious and panicked when he heard the movement in the store, feeling that the silver bell was coming tonight to be menacing, so he closed the store early.

Uncle Guo passed by the front of the store, and came in to have a look, and looked around the store: "Oh, it's so strange tonight, the cat is crying, the sun must be bad, please close the store safely, go to bed early .”

"Okay, thank you Uncle Guo."

After closing the store door, Yang Pingan looked around, found that Zan Ling was still playing on the tablet, Xue Wuling should have started to absorb the moon essence by this time.

The cool moonlight fell on the ground like hoarfrost, the surroundings were silent, the shadow of the eaves covered the house, the clothes on the clothesline swayed gently with the wind, and Xue Wuling was not in the yard.

Yang Pingan looked at the empty courtyard, blinked his eyes, hesitant anxiety welled up, why is Xue Wuling missing?

"Xue Wuling?"

The full moon hangs in the dark sky, silently overlooking the earth.

Yang Ping'an raised his voice: "Xue Wuling?"

There was no response, the big dog-like ghost, Xue Wuling, who wanted to pounce on him as soon as he barked, disappeared.

Yang Pingan hurried back to the store and asked the hairpin who was squatting in the corner: "Zanling, where is Xue Wuling? Have you seen him?"

Hairpin raised his eyes, and a pair of dark eyes flickered on his snow-white face: "I don't know."

Xue Wuling disappeared.

Yang Pingan waited for a while, and wanted to go out to find him, but after thinking about it, he felt that his idea was absurd, people looking for ghosts?I'm afraid I can't find it if I search for it for a lifetime. He came suddenly, why can't he leave suddenly?

Let him be.

Yang Pingan calmed down, went to wash up, splashed warm water on his face, stroked his hair, Yang Pingan looked at his restless self in the mirror, wiped his face, turned his head and went out.

Even if a pet dog is lost, the owner deserves the treatment of going out to find it.

Walking along the street to the end of the street, anyone who owns a dog can hear the dog barking along the way. Yang Pingan walked alone under the street lamp, and when he reached the end of the street, there was no one but himself.

I heard that ghosts can get lost, and as long as someone shouts, ghosts can know the way. Yang Pingan vaguely remembered this saying, crossed the street and walked to another street, shouting in a low voice while walking.

"Xue Wuling, go home."

No one and no ghost responded to him. After walking two streets, he didn't see Xue Wuling appearing. Maybe he really left.

Yang Pingan is not sad, but a little worried, Xue Wuling is gone, who will protect him?

The night was solemn, and the neon lights of the scenic spots in the distance shone on the lofty mountain peaks. Yang Pingan stood in the night wind and watched quietly.

After searching around, he walked under the city wall. When the night wind blew, Yang Pingan seemed to hear the sound of Guqin again in a daze.

With a bang, Yang Ping'an raised his head to look at the city wall, which was as tall as a city's armor.

It was reminiscent of that rainy day, when the raindrops hit the umbrella, and the city wall was soaked by the rain, and it was black and shiny. He walked home, and two people who could never be found disappeared on the rainy day.

A bright light was projected from the door of the store, dividing a patch of light in the darkness. Walking in, Zan Ling came up with a tablet in his hand and smiled happily: "Master! Xue Wuling is back."

"He's back?" Yang Pingan's face gradually turned cold: "Why is he back?"

Xue Wuling opened the curtain and walked into the store, and bumped into Yang Pingan's muzzle head-on.

I also blame the aggrieved explanation: "Ping An, I went to the mountain to collect the essence of the moon."

Yang Ping'an's eyes were as cold as two knives: "Then it's better for you to live on the mountain?"

Xue Wuling approached, and tried to get closer to the point where he couldn't get any closer. Yang Pingan felt the cold aura on his body, with a disturbing aggressiveness.

"I only live with you, I will live wherever you live."

Yang Pingan took two deep breaths, gave him a blank stare that he didn't want to talk to him, and walked around him to sleep in the backyard.

Xue Wuling followed behind, looking at the man walking forward with a smile on his lips, he quickly followed, and asked softly, "Ping An, are you worried about me?"

"I'm worried that no one will protect me. Be careful, or I'll kick you out." Yang Ping'an's eyes were sharp, gentle and cold, and the sharper his eyes were, the more glamorous they were.

"You don't need to say, I want to protect you too."

Yang Pingan walked straight into the room.

Xue Wuling followed to the door and said softly, "Sleep safely, I will watch over you."

This sentence surprised Yang Ping'an, and Xue Wuling had become so human and tender.

Looking up and down at Xue Wuling standing at the door, half of the shadow of the eaves fell on him, and the subtleties of his expression began to be decent, and he no longer grinned and glared at every turn, or had a cold iceberg face.

There is still no expression, but a kind of human warmth can be seen.

It was as if he had just watched a beast evolve into a human, and now this human has learned to wear clothes, and everything fits perfectly.

Yang Pingan looked at it for a while, and then closed the door in surprise. Xue Wuling was learning, getting better and better day by day.

After thinking for a while, Yang Pingan remembered that he had forgotten one thing. Tonight is the day when Yin Lingdang wakes up!

But there is no response yet, did I miss it when I went out?or what happened?

Thinking of this, Yang Pingan couldn't lie down anymore, got out of bed, put on his shoes and walked to the storage room, turned on the light, and illuminated the glass cabinet. The antiques were as quiet as chickens under the light.

Walking up to the silver bell, Yang Ping'an stretched out his hand to touch it, with the silver bell on his fingertips, and Yang Pingan stared at the bell under his hand for a moment.

Nothing happens?

Then this is weird, what does it mean when the cat cries and screams today?

No reaction at all, even more exaggerated than Tianshi's diary, at least Tianshi's diary can be read, it is understandable that Qi Ling does not show up, what is the reason why the bell does not show up?

Another unexplainable oddity.

Called Xue Wuling: "Look, what's the matter with this bell?"

Yang Ping'an expected Xue Wuling to give some insights, looking at his deep eyes, always felt that there was something unknown gushing out of them.

Xue Wuling approached the counter, looked at the three silver bells that were tightly attached to the fragile gold thread, raised his head and looked over with inexplicable tenderness: "Ping An, you are not its owner."

Yang Pingan understood for a while, but it was very reasonable.

"So... I am the owner of Yuzan and Sanqingtu?" Yang Ping'an felt as if he had been struck by lightning at the moment. Could it be that he was Li Daoxuan? ? ?

Xue Wuling frowned and pondered for a moment: "Each artifact has different obsessions. Some artifacts only want to fulfill their obsessions, while others only accept their masters."

This sentence saved half of Yang Pingan's shock. Think about it, Yuzan's obsession is to know why she was broken. What is Sanqinghua's obsession?

Anyway, he didn't let people go, so Mr. Cui didn't want Li Daoxuan to go, right?

This bell is rather noble, it has no obsessions of its own, and just wants to wait for its master.

"But where can I find Xuan Ba ​​for it?"

That brat has been dead for so many years, and he is also an old bastard who has never seen the light of day.

"Perhaps it's already gone." Xue Wuling looked at the bell with a calm mood.

Yang Ping'an didn't worry too much: "Let's go with fate."

Turn off the lights and close the door and go back to the room to sleep.

Lying on the bed, Yang Pingan vaguely felt that it was dawn. When he opened his eyes, he saw the bright sky falling on the street. He sat on the chair and looked out the door. The ceiling fan creaked, and the fragrance of tea was blown into the flowing in the air.

The street was empty, and after sitting for a while, Yang Pingan didn't know what he was doing sitting here.

Such a quiet atmosphere seemed inappropriate for doing anything other than sitting.

On the other side of the street, a boy suddenly appeared, wearing a T-shirt and cropped trousers, and a sun hat made of grass green and light yellow, with a king embroidered on the front of the hat with black thread.

Grasping the schoolbag strap in front of her with both white and tender hands, she raised her head to look left and right, her round and moist eyes rolled left and right.

The children's sports shoes hopped on his feet, as if springs were installed on his feet, and he rushed upwards with every step.

Walking to the front of the shop, the little boy looked up and saw him sitting inside with tea, raised his face and suddenly smiled.

seems to say.

haven't seen you for a long time.

Yang Pingan stared at the smile on that small face, and the water vapor lingered in the air.

long time no see……

An Mi who was asleep suddenly woke up, looking at the ceiling with her mouth slightly open, the moon was rising outside the window, and it was still a long time before dawn.

Lying back on the bed safely, everything in the dream is still vivid, and it is extremely real, who is that child?

Yang Pingan felt that he was not only involved in a supernatural event, but also involved in a story.

But time has passed for so many years, and no matter how important things are, they have lost their meaning. Even the S-level military secrets and siege plans that cannot be leaked are now written in the historical records, written in the interpretation of historical figures, and printed in books everywhere. It's all on sale.

What is the point of this story?

Watching everyone go crazy for Tianshi online?

Mr. Cui's shadow is still deep...

I don't know, I don't want to, go to sleep, pull up the quilt, Yang Ping'an continues to have a date with Zhou.

Waking up the next day, Yang Ping'an opened the store door early, stretched out his head to look at the street, wondering if he would see the child in the dream on the street.

The sanitation workers who sweep the streets are dragging their cars to the outside of the street after finishing their work.

Early in the morning, there was no one except the sanitation workers. The wooden door opposite was being pushed open, and the folded door was rattling.

Withdrawing his gaze, he looked at the empty ceiling again, lit the incense grains, and cleared out today's diary of the Celestial Master.

The one last night was missing because Xue Wuling was crying and crying in the evening. Yang Pingan hadn't read it yet, and planned to equalize it later.

He reached out and patted the Tianshi diary on the table: "Be strong."

The significance of written records is to preserve information. What Qi Ling of Tianshi’s diary wants to do is to keep Tianshi’s diary well, and leave all the stories of Tianshi in this scroll.

Yang Pingan stroked the silk face, and said softly: "I will treat you well, and you have to work hard~"

Just after cleaning, the hairpin spirit floated over to inform Yang Pingan: "Master, there is a visitor."

Yang Ping'an wiped his hands, opened the curtain and walked into the store, before he saw anyone, he began to greet: "Just take a look."

After speaking, he saw a little boy as tall as the counter standing in front of the counter, with his hands pressed against the glass, looking at the things inside in amazement.

T-shirt and black cropped trousers, on the head is a grass green and light yellow sun hat, turned his head, and the black thread on the front of the hat has a king embroidered on it.

Round and moist eyes looked up at Yang Ping'an: "Brother, I dreamed about you last night!"

The author has something to say: Maybe the Husband was attacked by and raking his ears?

Yang Ping'an tried to cry, but found himself...couldn't cry.