Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

Because if you want to adopt an adopted son, according to the rules, you have to give something to your adopted son. Li Tianshi didn't have much originality in giving things. He also gave jade, a piece of jade hanging on a gold collar, hoping that he will be safe and well.

This gift is both gold and jade, much more expensive than Ming Shan's jade hairpin.

Because it is a baby, there is a special baby room, and several senior brothers take turns to take care of him. Even if he rocks the cradle, he can arrange a class.

The seniors didn't take Mingshan into consideration when they were arranging shifts. They also watched Mingshan grow up. How could they not know his personality?Just don't strangle Feng Guixue quietly to death.

Ming Shan was still unconvinced, one night, while his senior brothers were asleep, he sneaked into Feng Guixue's baby room.

Yang Ping'an looked at the sleeping baby under the hazy moonlight in fear, he didn't mean to witness the scene of infanticide with his own eyes, did he?

Mingshan approached the wooden bed little by little, and stretched out his hand towards the baby.

Yang Pingan felt that time was about to freeze, and he let out a long sigh of relief when he saw that slender hand holding the jade around Feng Guixue's neck.

Ming Shan pulled off the round piece of jade, smashed it in the corridor, and went back to his room contentedly to sleep.

The next day, Mingshan went out early in the morning on the pretext of picking fruits to make wine. He picked a basket full of wild fruits and returned to the teacher's gate at night. Once he entered, all the senior brothers were waiting for him. With a blank face: "Brothers, what are you doing?"

Eldest brother has already entered middle age, because he is not diligent in cultivation, he looks very old, and he is also an old fritter, who can do this kind of thing if he is not bright and kind?

In fact, the senior brothers were younger and all had angry faces, only the oldest one smiled: "Ming Shan, Master is looking for you."

Mingshan nodded unhurriedly: "Okay, I understand." He put down the basket in the kitchen and then went to Tianshi's room.

The celestial master was meditating, and when he heard him coming, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at him silently.

Ming Shan was used to acting obediently in front of the celestial master, and even at the age of a teenager, he did it very smoothly. He knelt down in front of him and raised a pair of clear eyes. No one could tell that he was a beast in clothes.

Yang Ping'an silently wiped his sweat for the Celestial Master, what kind of apprentice is he raising.

The celestial master went straight to the point: "Guixue's jade, did you drop it?"

Ming Shan blinked: "Why did Master ask such a question?"

"You just say yes."

"Master doesn't believe me?"

Tianshi's eyes are already very serious: "Ming Shan!"

Ming Shan's complexion remained unchanged, the young man's mouth was ruddy, and he spoke words like pearls, but he was the most eloquent: "Why doesn't Master believe me?"

Yang Pingan sighed, if he had to beat the child up, it would be too irritating.

"Do you still dare to tell?!" This was the first time a celestial master's voice was stern, Ming Shan was shocked and froze as he had never seen a master like this.

"Master..."

"Since you don't want to admit it, let Yu say that if you really did it, with a red mouth and white teeth who can argue sophistry and evade responsibility, I won't be able to tolerate you under my sect."

Ming Shan didn't believe that Yu Neng could speak, so he struggled in his mind whether to admit it or not, thinking that he had committed all the crimes he should have committed, and if he confessed, he would inevitably get angry with his master. It would be better not to admit it, and it would be more cost-effective if he escaped.

Ming Shan didn't intend to admit it, so he kept silent.

The celestial master's face was covered with frost, and he raised his hand to grasp the formula. With a wave of his sleeve, a gust of wind landed on the jade that fell into two petals.

Two white mist rose from the jade and turned into two boys who were only as tall as the Celestial Master's calf. The two boys were dressed in white and bowed to the Celestial Master together.

Ming Shan's eyes widened. He knew that Master was a celestial master who knew the way, but he didn't know the specific methods because he entered the mortal sect.

So now the scene is suffocatingly embarrassing.

Yang Pingan continued to look at it without eyes, he was a little embarrassed.

The Heavenly Master asked the two boys: "Who broke you?"

The two boys looked at Mingshan together, and said in unison: "Last night, after midnight, this person entered the room and threw me on the corridor, and my body was broken." After finishing speaking, the two boys looked at each other, stretched out their arms to hug each other, and pressed their foreheads together, Weep silently.

Ming Shan rushed forward and grabbed Tian Shi's hem: "Master, I was wrong."

Tianshi asked him coldly: "Why did you do this? Guixue is still in her infancy, how did he offend you?"

"Then why did you accept him as an apprentice? Why did you accept him as an adopted son? Why did you treat him so well? Master, you are the only apprentice, why can't you have more of me in your heart?" Ming Shan looked up at the Celestial Master , the eyes are stubborn and paranoid, like a sharp knife.

"You made a big mistake, and I have to punish you. From today on, you are no longer my apprentice."

Ming Shan looked at the Celestial Master in disbelief, the master would actually tell him like this, saying that he would be expelled from the master's school, thinking that he was no longer this person's apprentice, Ming Shan's heart was cut like a knife, as if a piece of flesh had been gouged out, and he was about to The pain of losing his master made his brain a mess, only panic: "Master, I admit my mistake, don't want me, I can't leave Master!"

Tianshi bent down slightly and stretched out his hand, Mingshan thought that the master was going to touch him, so he raised his head obediently, but saw that the hand didn't come down, it stayed on his bun, and pulled out his hairpin.

Ming Shan snatched back the hairpin: "I dropped his jade, will Master also drop my hairpin?"

Tianshi lowered his eyes and looked at him expressionlessly. Mingshan clenched the hairpin tightly in his hand and suddenly shouted: "Why do you want to be nice to others? I hate you!"

The hairpin was thrown on the ground and shattered into two pieces.

Yang Pingan slowly opened his eyes and saw Zan Ling kneeling at the end of the bed with a sad expression on his face: "It was my master who broke me."

"No, the reason why you broke is because your master lied."

Hairpin looked in disbelief, and then realized: "Indeed, my master lied."

How could that kind of kid who loves his teacher to death hate his master.

Before the lingering sound of her sadness fell, she was picked up by the wine bottle ghost and thrown out of the window. The wine bottle ghost took the place and knelt at the end of the bed, looking at Yang Ping'an eagerly.

Yang Pingan sat up and looked at the wine bottle ghost under the hazy moonlight. The wine bottle ghost is very good-looking. This can be confirmed when we first meet each other. People have emotional filters. Sometimes, even if the other party is handsome and extraordinary, he looks ferocious and hateful in his eyes, especially Yang Pingan, who is generally not aesthetically pleasing, but who is ordinary in terms of aesthetics, is pressed against the wall by him, wanting to do something wrong, and slams Looking back, I can still think that the other party is a very good-looking person.

That's a really nice look.

Yang Pingan looked at him carefully, he looked very good, but he was neither like Li Tianshi nor Ming Shan. In fact, his eyebrows and eyes were a little bit like Ming Shan, but Ming Shan was such a beautiful young man. It's so different, Jiuzungui has male hormones in his body, and he can't match that kind of thin, beautiful and sinister boy.

Could it be Feng Guixue in her infancy?

Yang Ping'an is forcing associations, whether it's the past life or the current life or any grievances, there must be some connection to find him, right?

"Hey, Jiuzunjiu, do you have a name?"

"Have."

"what is it call?"

"Xue..."

"Xue what?"

Jiu Zungui fell silent after saying a word, seeming to be very troubled thinking about it, and it took him a long time to think clearly: "Xue... Wuling."

"Xue Wuling?" It seems that there is no one.

Sitting up and lifting his hem, Yang Pingan saw that the red marks on his waist and abdomen had disappeared, and raised his head and smiled at Xue Wuling: "Does it look good?"

Xue Wuling nodded with a serious expression: "Yes."

Yang Ping'an smiled and pointed to the corner: "Go back after reading it."

Pull up the quilt and go to bed.

Xue Wuling was still looking at Yang Pingan silently. Yang Pingan turned over, glanced at the dark lump at the end of the bed, and sighed, where did this hungry ghost come from?

The next day I got up early to open the shop, and neither the wine bottle ghost nor the hairpin spirit could appear during the day, and finally became a little quieter.

It was very quiet in the morning, and the few tourists also rushed to the scenic spots, and only returned to the street where people came here at noon and afternoon.

The young lady selling Hanfu on the opposite side also opened the door, holding a bamboo-handled silk fan in her hand, and came back with a packed beef noodle. Yang Pingan remembered that there was a family of three on the opposite side. The house was changed hands.

The young lady noticed Yang Ping'an's eyes, and greeted him with a smile. She came in and looked at his shop, and sighed: "It's really an antique shop. My husband told me before that I still don't believe it. You still don't believe me?" Remember my husband? Longxi, he told me about you several times."

Yang Pingan couldn't stand it anymore, and nodded quickly: "I remember, why didn't I see others?"

"He's enlisted in the army. I haven't seen him for a few times a year. Have you had breakfast? Do you want noodles?"

"No, you can eat it, I will sell it myself later."

"You're welcome."

"It's really not necessary, it's really not necessary." Yang Ping'an's tone became more serious.

"Okay, then I'll eat by myself. I'll go back to look at the store first. You can't leave people in the store."

"Okay, bye."

Yang Ping'an wiped away the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, why is this pretty widow so enthusiastic and scary?

Longxi is a soldier outside, so he is considered a semi-widow. I hope that the other party will not take a fancy to him. Yang Pingan secretly prays in his heart, hoping that he is narcissistic.

There was no business for a whole day. The passing tourists visited Zhao Youcai’s basket weaving, and then came in to take a look at his shop. Their eyes obviously felt that such an antique shop in a tourist attraction could have some good goods, and they were dawdling. Look around and leave.

The only bracelet that was sold was the little girl who came out to play with her parents and insisted on buying it. After buying, she shrank behind her mother and looked at him shyly.

Zhao Youcai also came to give him the business experience during lunch, and turned on his mobile phone to show Yang Pingan the shop he opened on Taobao. Buying power is hard to make ends meet.

Yang Pingan has seriously considered this issue.

Then he quickly opened a 'Ping'an Antiques', took photos and uploaded them, but he hadn't figured out how to manage them. At the same time, Yang Ping'an was also wondering whether he should continue to touch another antique.

Don't touch it, the world is peaceful, but things are so frozen and there is no way out. If you touch it, it will indeed feel unlucky, and you don't know what kind of vicious weapon spirit will be next.

Yang Ping'an slept until midnight and woke up vaguely. When he got up to go to the bathroom, he saw the wine bottle ghost standing in the yard. Yang Ping'an looked carefully, thinking that he might be practicing, and felt uneasy.