Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

Hong Wei opened his mouth to see Yang Ping'an. How could the owner of such a small antique shop be remembered by a big man like Hong Wei?

Zhou Xi glanced at Gan Leyi, Gan Leyi stood up, and went outside the house to find the Taoist leader.

The leader of the trail was eating ice cream under the scorching sun, and put his other hand over his eyes to build a pergola. Looking at the large lawn of the entire villa, he confirmed that his formation was meticulous and seamless, and guaranteed to make ghosts come and go. back.

Hearing what Gan Leyi said at this time, he was very surprised: "Really? I'll go and see?"

Xiao Daochang walked into the living room with arrogance, his sharp eyes fell on Hong Wei, and he looked at him carefully. He looks ordinary, normal and fat, and there is no strange charm around him.

But the evil god in his hand...

Hong Wei chuckled and stood up kindly: "Hello."

The little Taoist leader was very shameless: "Who are you? Why are you looking for Yang Ping'an? What is your purpose?" The little Taoist leader said, his eyes fell on the evil spirit held by the person next to him, carefully scrutinized, what is the origin of this thing?What kind of evil god?Xiaodaochang searched for the accumulated professional knowledge in his mind.

Yang Pingan was very calm in the kitchen. He didn't know if the fight between Zhou Xi and Gan Leyi was over, and he didn't really want to match them up. The main reason was to negotiate terms with Zhou Xi, and by the way, Gan Leyi was furious. This time, unless They did something inappropriate for children in the living room, otherwise it should be over.

Yang Pingan got up, at this moment, it was time for him to appear on the stage to find a sense of presence.

Xue Wuling was not directly attached to the statue of the Thousand-Handed Boy. He suffered a loss last time and fell into the trap of the Taoist leader. Now he can guess that he has already set up a trap to wait for him. Hand Boy, Soul Body and Baihe Incense Burner are all waiting outside.

Walking into Zhou Xi's house, he didn't see Ping An all the way. He didn't know where his Ping An was imprisoned. Just when he was about to lose his restless mood, he felt the breath of Ping An.

Yang Pingan walked out of the kitchen, looked at the living room, and saw a mass of people in black clothes and black trousers like a barrier. Yang Pingan looked at Zhou Xi, with a clear expression in his eyes: What are you doing?

Gan Leyi saw that Yang Ping'an had come out, and gave the Taoist priest a look, but the Taoist priest didn't understand it, and was still looking at the Thousand-handed boy intently, never expecting that it was that kind of evil god.

Hong Wei turned around and looked at Yang Ping'an. The younger brother beside him who was holding the thousand-handed boy woodcarving also turned around. Yang Pingan suspected that his eyes were dazzled, and the woodcarving opened his eyes the moment he turned around?

Hong Wei stepped forward: "Hello, Mr. Yang, my surname is Hong, and I am very interested in your antiques. We can chat while eating. I wonder if Mr. Yang can show you face."

Yang Ping'an hadn't heard such a cliché that made people want to laugh for a while. Looking at the other party's outstretched hand, the generous palm suddenly moved slightly sideways, and the words in the palm were revealed in Yang Ping's sight. Xue word.

That word came into Yang Pingan's eyes at once, grabbing his gaze as if he had penetrated into his heart. Yang Pingan raised the corner of his mouth and stretched out his hand to hold the word: "It's my honor."

The three of Zhou Xi watched as the two of them suddenly shook hands and reached an agreement. Hong Wei could justifiably invite him away immediately, and Zhou Xi couldn't stop him. Yang Pingan was alone and had no one to rely on. Now, Hong Wei is going to invite him, one person is willing to invite, and the other is willing to be invited. Hong Wei is coming in a violent way, and no one will benefit from the trouble.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the Taoist leader shouted: "Wait a minute!" Everyone looked at the little Taoist leader, and he was embarrassed:

"I haven't eaten yet, take me one."

"..."

Of course, the Xiaodao leader is not only for eating, he has to follow Yang Pingan, and any talisman trap will only be effective if Yang Pingan is present.

The wood carving's eyes turned, Hong Wei turned his head and looked at the Taoist leader with a smile: "Of course you are welcome."

Xiao Daoist looked at Hong Wei, the fat man, and had another plan. The one he brought was obviously an evil god, and there was something wrong with the aura around the statue.

He planned to squat down to guard Yang Ping'an, then persuade Hong Wei to change his ways, and finally take him, this little evil god.

Right now, you can't do it. Master is right, you have to do it step by step. If it's too intense, it will irritate people.

Yang Pingan looked at Zhou Xi and Gan Leyi who were not going to stare at him with the Taoist leader, and waved his fingers to say goodbye: "I'm going out, Zhou Xi."

"Ah."

Gan Leyi's expression became choked up again.

The three of them walked out the door together, leaving only Zhou Xi and Gan Leyi behind. The two looked at each other. Thinking of what had just been interrupted, they were suddenly embarrassed. Gan Leyi turned his head to the other side: "Let's eat too, let's eat." .”

"Ah."

Gan Leyi looked back at him, he was treated the same as Yang Ping'an?All huh?Gan Leyi chose to smile, and then dealt with him coldly.

The little Taoist leader is very good at chatting. While eating, he spreads religious knowledge with Hong Wei, and the supernatural events that his master, his senior brother, and everyone he knows have encountered. Generally speaking, ghosts are ruthless, evil gods are ruthless, and they are down-to-earth To stand out.

Yang Pingan ate while listening to the bloody and terrifying ghost stories of the Taoist priest, his appetite halved. Hong Wei probably thought the gold watch was too tiring for his hands, so he untied it, and then took the ring, which was placed in front of him. Yang Pingan knew that he was going to do something, and sure enough, he started to pour wine to the Taoist leader after a while, and he poured fruit juice if he didn't drink the wine.

The Taoist priest was so drunk that he urinated directly. The moment the bathroom door closed, the younger brother beside Hong Wei quickly got up and stuffed all the gold watches and rings into the Taoist priest's small suitcase.

Hong Wei smoked his cigar calmly, anyway, the Taoist leader was going to teach him a lesson.

Yang Pingan mourned for three seconds for the Taoist leader.

On the way home after eating, the Taoist leader had already been sent to the bureau for re-education before he could persuade Hong Wei to change his mind.

The Taoist chief was very aggrieved, but he couldn't disturb the order of the world, so he had to be arrested first, and then let Zhou Xi come to rescue him.

The Taoist leader was taken away, Yang Pingan breathed a sigh of relief, and saw the white crane censer appearing beside him, the censer's snow-white feet pressing down on a piece of black clothes.

Xue Wuling sat upright by the window, looked at him sideways, with a flat expression and a smile in his eyes: "Ping An, how am I doing?"

Seeing that Ping An did not speak, Xue Wuling seemed to be concerned about the other people in the carriage: "Don't worry about them, they won't feel anything."

Yang Pingan looked at Hong Wei on the other side, and found that his eyes were dim and lost focus: "What did you do?"

"They won't die." Xue Wuling quickly cut off the conversational surname of this topic, and leaned over to embrace Yang Ping'an: "Ping'an, I miss you so much."

He changed the bait, and when he leaned over, he carried a nice light fragrance, and Yang Ping'an fell into that strange smell with his embrace. "It seems that you are smarter than I thought."

Yang Ping'an has always been faintly worried that Xue Wuling was acting on his emotions, rushed in regardless, and then played with him to save you, and finally the scene of life and death.

He still needs Xue Wuling, this guy can't die.

As if dead?Then it cannot disappear.

Now that you have become your own ghost, be your own ghost honestly.

Yang Pingan suffered from insomnia for a few hours last night, and now the tip of his nose is lingering with such a light and tranquil fragrance, and he suddenly feels sleepy. His body is no better than before, and he will be sleepy if he sleeps less. His head is tilted on Xue Wuling's shoulder : "I'll sleep."

The incense burner moved to the other side, Xue Wuling held Yang Ping'an's shoulder tightly, and hugged him: "Go to sleep." Holding Ping'an's shoulder firmly, Xue Wuling looked at the sun and clouds outside the window. sleeping on his shoulder.

Ping An began to trust him.

Xue Wuling looked at the rapidly receding scenery, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

Beside Xue Wuling, Yang Ping'an's consciousness gradually became dizzy, as if he had sunk into dark water, and gradually he couldn't feel anything. Suddenly, there were ripples in the water, as if there was something vaguely ringing, and each sound became clear. stand up.

It's the sound of the piano.

Following the sound of the qin, Yang Pingan saw a pair of hands resting on the Fuxi qin, and his fingertips plucked a quiet sound. His eyes moved up, and it was a chest that was disheveled and exposed casually, a firm chest that belonged to a man.

Further up, the face is very familiar, but the demeanor and expression are very strange.

It was Xue Wuling.

He smiled slightly, with a slight curvature, every subtle expression on his face seemed to have been carefully portrayed, his eyes were gentle and deep, making people unable to see the end, and there was a strange calmness under the extremely gentle expression, those eyes Staring at him like this, Yang Pingan felt a kind of discomfort in his heart, as if he couldn't bear this emotional resistance.

Every time Xue Wuling's fingertips touched the strings, it was like stirring Yang Ping'an's heartbeat, which caused him to feel an irregular heartbeat.

He played the piano quietly, watched his smile deepen, and called him, with a vague lingering: "Master."

Yang Pingan woke up frightened by these two words. When he woke up, he found that he had already gone home. When he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar ceiling. He touched his heart subconsciously, and when he turned his head, he saw Xue Wuling lying beside him.

Master?

Yang Ping'an had a bad premonition, he seemed to have guessed who he was.

"Peace, are you awake?"

"Ah."

Yang Pingan sat in the store again and continued to do what he should do as a boss, guarding the store.

The sister-in-law on the opposite side was poking her head out to spy on Yang Ping'an's store. She just saw Yang Ping'an being hugged out of the car by a handsome guy dressed in ancient costume!Princess hug!Her blood is boiling right now!I really want to see a little bit more about the situation in the other shop.

Ancient costumes are very poignant, and he is still a handsome guy, not much worse than his husband! (A woman blinded by love)

Yang Ping'an was already thinking about learning to cook by himself, but he didn't come up with a result even after thinking about it at night, because he felt that he really didn't have the talent to cook.

Unable to be released on bail, the Xiaodao chief who stayed overnight in the police station vowed to eradicate the scourge of Xue Wuling. He hugged his knees and shivered in the middle of the night, feeling deeply sad.

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, smoking a cigarette and wearing casual clothes, it was the middle-aged security guard, Uncle Guo.

The eyes of the Taoist priest brightened, he was indeed a fellow-teacher: "Senior!"

He suddenly appeared here, without disturbing anyone, looking at the little Taoist with a cigarette between his lips in a vicissitudes of life: "Since the senior called, I will also give you a suggestion."

"Senior, tell me!"

"Xue Wuling's fate is endless, so you don't need to fight head-on."

The little Taoist priest looked at the senior with a face full of vicissitudes, his expression gradually disappointed, and his eyes were incredulous: "He has already caused harm to the world, we should eradicate him, this is the purpose of my teaching..."

Uncle Guo took a puff of cigarette, shook off the ash with his fingertips, and interrupted him: "I'll leave it here, don't provoke them anymore, it's not easy to go down the mountain to practice, and you can go back almost, if you don't accept it, let your master come You can also find me."