Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

It turned out that he was a child of a family in the village, but because of his physical condition, he was abandoned when he was born. The neighbor next door came back from the field, passed by the grass by the mountain, and picked him up again.

When I went back and heard that the child next door was born a monster and was thrown away, I realized that when I picked it up, I picked up the monster from the next door.

They feel that this child is pitiful, and they also think that it is not easy for people to come to this world.

Let's raise it, it's been more than ten years since I raised it, and I have had a feud with my neighbor.

The two couples also had a son, and they had a good relationship with the young man, and they always protected the young man as a younger brother.

However, there was an unexpected situation. When the two couples took their son back to their natal family to visit relatives, they encountered a mudslide while driving on a rainy day.

The boy was regarded as a bastard and was driven out of the village.

That dilapidated hut was built by himself through hard work.

"Since it is already so hard, why do you still need to raise ghosts? This will only make your life harder." The uncle asked him like this.

The young man was startled, and ran away in a hurry with the basket in his arms. When the Taoist priest found him again, the young man had no choice but to beg him to let them go.

"Master Dao, I won't harm anyone, and he won't either. Let us live."

The uncle is very sad, why the young man doesn't understand, he did not harm anyone, he harmed himself.

But he couldn't do it, and fell into confusion. If he was already so lonely, how could he continue to live in such a humble way if he just shot at the ghost raised by the young man?

The uncle hesitated for half a year, and stayed in the village for half a year. In the end, the boy died, starving to death in the hut due to hunger and cold.

The ghost raised by the boy didn't help him find food or save him, just watched him starve to death.

When Taoist priest went to see him with cut sausages and bacon on a snowy day, he opened the door and saw him curled up on the bed wrapped in an old cotton coat.

The Taoist priest went over and patted his face, it was already cold.

Yang Pingan propped his chin to listen to the uncle's words, and saw the remorse on the uncle's face.

"If I was close to cutting the mess back then, he wouldn't have ended up like this. You should also understand that even if you don't harm anyone, you are harming yourself."

Yang Pingan nodded: "Okay, I understand, can I go then?"

The uncle looked at Yang Ping'an, hesitated to speak for a while, didn't understand why he was so stubborn, and there were many pictures of that young man in his mind. The young man lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "I don't want to live anymore." Just being bewitched by ghosts, being a good person, I want to give up this world.

Since then, his Dao heart has been firm, and he will never be soft-hearted and forgive the evil spirits and heretics. He has delayed for so long, and the ghost must have been subdued.

When Yang Pingan walked out the door, he was stopped by another person. Yang Pingan raised his eyelids, looked over, and immediately opened his eyes wide.

Isn't this person in front of him the young man who plays the piano that he has been wanting to see all along?

"You! Are you a Taoist priest?"

"It is."

Yang Pingan looked him up and down, and felt that it was a bit strange for him to appear here suddenly. Did he come for himself, or for Xue Wuling?

If you want him to appear, he doesn't, and now you don't come here specially to find him, but he shows up again.

"Is the Taoist priest waiting for me here?"

"Yes." The young man with the piano on his back looked at Yang Pingan: "I have something to ask you."

Is today a good day?Come and talk to him.

"You said."

"Why are you so obsessed with Xue Wuling? For you, he will only be an obstacle."

"Daoist? You told us to stay together in the first place, right?"

"But now to you, he is more than just a 'ghost', I wonder why, he has become so important."

Yang Pingan was silent for a while, and glanced at the big tree in the other yard. The sunlight fell on the branches and leaves, and the shadow under the eaves blocked his erratic gaze.

"Well... maybe I like him a little... who knows?"

Yang Ping'an was a little self-disgusted as he spoke, and tried his best to hide his unnatural expression, but the young man who was reciting the piano was silent for a while: "That's pretty good, I hope you can like him more."

Yang Pingan was taken aback, not understanding what he meant, so he turned around and left: "Hey! Who are you?"

The young man didn't turn around, only leaving him with a back: "Feng Guixue, the unworthy disciple."

shit...

Yang Ping'an was stunned. If this is Feng Guixue, how many years has he lived?Must be a fairy, right?

Yang Pingan silently watched his back, as a master who had been reincarnated as an ordinary person, he looked up to the immortal apprentice without any psychological burden.

After looking up, he remembered the dagger: "Where's the dagger?! When will you return it to me?" But Feng Guixue had already disappeared.

Yang Pingan thought of that guy Xue Wuling, so he had to forget it, and rushed out in three steps and two steps.

Xue Wuling was in a bad mood outside, because he was besieged, and several young Taoist priests formed an formation to catch him. He was very distressed because he couldn't kill people.

It is inappropriate to be an irregular person and cry for safety.

A voice suddenly sounded: "Lin Zhi, the master master asked you to come back."

The Taoist priests who were lining up were stunned, and they all looked at Lin Zhi, while Lin Zhi looked at the young man carrying the piano at the entrance of the Taoist temple. Xue Wuling also looked at him. He didn't expect to see him here. I wonder if Ping An has seen him to him?

Lin Zhi hesitated for a moment, then led the people past Xue Wuling, and hurried into the Taoist temple.

The young man who was reciting the piano followed the group of Taoist priests into the Taoist temple without saying a word, making Xue Wuling confused.

As soon as Yang Ping'an came out of the Taoist temple, he saw Xue Wuling waiting outside, wondering that the old Taoist didn't deal with him?Also confused.

The two came with a purpose, stood at the entrance of the Taoist temple in silence for ten seconds, and left regretting that they hadn't gained anything.

Xue Wuling was in a calm mood, and felt that it was a good thing that he didn't get anything. He had a feeling that if he knew something, the situation might change again.

The two returned to the city. Yang Pingan in the car looked out the window without saying a word. The birch trees passed by quickly in his sight, and Yang Pingan felt a faint pain in his heart.

Really Heartache

It made him wonder if his illness was getting worse.

If it continues like this, if there is no progress at all, he may not last long.

When getting out of the car, he held on to the car door, but still couldn't stop shaking it. Yang Ping'an was very flustered. He felt a dimness in front of his eyes and lost consciousness.

On a snowy day, the world is covered with a thin layer of white, and the land under the snow can still be vaguely seen. The howling wind whips up countless fine snow particles and pats the face.

The wind was very cool, and I squinted my eyes in the wind to see the person in front of me clearly.

Xue Wuling was still dressed in black, with a dull and silent color, like dormant darkness.

He raised his hand high, spread his five fingers apart, and the gesture changed at the moment it fell, and closed with the other hand, forming an inseparable magic spell.

The gust of wind swept away the fine snow on the ground around him, and the golden light suddenly appeared, revealing the complicated curse marks all over the ground, which reflected into Xue Wuling's eyes.

Fu Yaojian was unwilling to draw it out of its sheath, so he pulled out the dagger from the back of his waist, stabbing Xue Wuling's heart with the blood on the tip of his tongue, the sharp blade carrying the wind and snow.

The dagger pierced in silently, and you could feel the resistance under the blade while holding it in your hand. Xue Wuling was looking at him, his dark eyes gradually losing focus.

Yang Pingan trembled slightly on the bed, opened his eyes in horror, and saw Xue Wuling in front of him the moment he opened his eyes, he was instantly relieved.

I looked around, I was at home, I sat up and rubbed my chest, it was already dark outside, my body was sticky with thin sweat, I got up to take a shower.

Taking off his shirt in front of the mirror, Yang Ping'an suddenly noticed that the red mole on his heart had faded.

This position is where he stabbed into Xue Wuling's chest.

Putting his hand on his chest and feeling the heartbeat below him, Yang Ping'an didn't understand why there was a mark on his chest after Li Daoxuan killed Xue Wuling.

Not feeling sleepy after taking a shower, with wet hair covered by a towel, Yang Pingan walked into the storage room and looked at these things under the light. The things he didn't touch were the jade crown, gold silk armor, jade ruyi, copper mirror.

Yang Ping'an had a vague premonition that these four things did not necessarily belong to him.

Calling Xue Wuling and Zhou Fuyao, the three brought these things into the store together, cleared out a display case and put the things in.

Xue Wuling was scalded by the bronze mirror, Yang Ping'an leaned over to look carefully, and recognized two small words 'Qingxin' on the bronze mirror

Since it is Qingxinjing, it is not surprising that Xue Wuling was injured, and Yang Pingan didn't feel bad at all.

However, when adjusting the positions of these things, Yang Pingan was also burned by Yu Ruyi, and the pain in his fingertips was so sharp that it was useless to pull his hand back. Yu Ruyi turned into a liquid, like a white jade history. Lime, sticking to the fingertips and being drawn into a long strip.

"Depend on!"

This thing can't be shaken off even if it is shaken violently. Yang Ping'an just had a premonition that these things are not his own, and now he is slapped in the face.

The white jade slimes turned into lingering clouds of smoke, and they all flocked towards Yang Pingan in a hazy moment, with nowhere to hide. Xue Wuling rushed forward to hug him, but still did not stop those things, Yang Pingan watched helplessly as the clouds and smoke moved All the strands got into his body.

"Am I... am I going to die?" Yang Ping'an was puzzled. Isn't this slime too sudden?

"No." Yang Pingan saw Xue Wuling comforting himself very seriously, and then fainted in Xue Wuling's arms with his eyes darkened the next moment.

The remaining consciousness can still hear Xue Wuling calling his name in a panic.

A force pulled him deep, like gradually sinking into a bay of water, and then opened his eyes, under the bright sunlight, there was a warm smile.

He was still wearing such colorful clothes, wild flowers and weeds were everywhere in spring, fresh and lively were no match for him.

He smiled in front of him, and when he said a word, he would glance at him inadvertently. If he smiled, he could speak more vigorously, even if it was just a small smile.

Mr. Cui unfolded the folding fan and held it in front of his forehead to shield him from the sun. He leaned over crookedly, with his shoulder touching his shoulder, with a smile on his lips.

Mr. Cui wanted to make him laugh, he was as lively as a child, he turned around after saying this, stood in front of him, and walked backward step by step facing him.

Mr. Cui is good at painting. Passing by the painting workshop, thousands of scrolls of paintings were swaying in the wind behind him. He only asked with burning eyes: "I'll give you a painting, do you want it?"

"Okay, thank you then."

Young Master Cui smiled again, staring into his eyes, hiding his complacency thoughtfully.