Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

Now he is stupid, and he can't beat the yellow talisman. If he wants to clean up, he can clean it up, and he can do whatever he wants. If he becomes stronger and becomes uncontrollable, it's hard to say what will happen in the future.

Hairpin Ling is currently very soft-tempered, quiet, afraid of wine bottle ghosts, and listens to Yang Ping'an's words.

If every weapon spirit was so obedient, the wine bottle ghost wouldn't be much of a threat.

Yang Pingan made up his mind, decided to give it a go, otherwise what kind of bicycle would he need in this situation?

After going to the bathroom, I called the wine bottle ghost and the hairpin spirit to the storage room, turned on the light, and faced the long row of antiques in front of me: "Who will move next?"

Hairpin expressed disapproval: "I'm not familiar with them..."

The wine bottle ghost stood there stupidly, looking at those things.

Yang Ping'an could only sigh: "I knew I couldn't count on you." He was a little guilty, and wanted to see if the two magical little things beside him could be relied upon.

Feel free to touch it, regardless of whether he is a bicycle or a motorcycle, it depends on his fate to run forward.

Yang Pingan took a step forward, and saw the wine bottle ghost go straight to a direction past him, and finally stopped in front of a long scroll.

The wine bottle ghost lowered his head, looked at the things in the glass cabinet, and felt a strong attraction in his heart.

"Xue Wuling?"

The wine bottle ghost didn't respond, so Yang Pingan walked up and stood beside him, looking at the oxidized black scroll, which should be a painting, but because of the scroll, no one knows exactly what was painted.

Maybe there are important people drawn on it?

Pulling open the glass cabinet, Yang Pingan carefully took out the scroll with both hands. Although it was a silk painting, Yang Pingan was still afraid that it would break in his hands.

Gently unfolding, the picture is already a large area of ​​black, most of the lines in the painting are hidden, Yang Pingan stared at the painting for a long time, and then he roughly realized that there are three people in the painting, this kind of painting is not like everyday The painting has a religious feel, with a big C on the top and two small protectors on the bottom. If you look closely, there are hairs, which should not be Buddhist.

What's the matter with this thing?

Yang Ping'an was going to die of depression, why are there all these unclear things, can't you just give him an answer?

Sliding his fingertips across the lines above, Yang Ping'an turned to look at Xue Wuling: "Do you have an impression of this painting?"

Xue Wuling looked at the painting without blinking his eyes, and then moved his eyes to him, still without blinking his eyes.

Looking at the wine bottle ghost who only knows the idiot's own eyes, Yang Pingan OS in his heart: "I hate it."

There was a very subtle tactile sensation from the fingertips, as if it was sticking to Yang Ping'an's hand. This phenomenon made Yang Ping'an concentrate.

The force was getting stronger and stronger, as if pulling people inward. Yang Pingan wanted to pull his hand back, but found that the hand touching the painting lost all strength, and only moved slowly on the lines of the scroll.

"and many more……"

Why doesn't this weapon spirit come out to be beaten and suck people in?Yang Ping'an was shocked.

"This is the painted wall! Pull me away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Pingan felt dazed for a while, his eyes darkened, and he passed out on the scroll.

The wine bottle ghost's eyes widened, and he hugged him, but was bounced away by the yellow talisman on his body. The wine bottle ghost was anxious and angry, his face was extremely dark, and the air conditioner was fully turned on. The hairpin spirit looked at the murderous eyes of the wine bottle ghost Coming over, he lowered his eyes cowardly and waved his hands: "I'm really not familiar with this painting."

As soon as Yang Pingan lowered his head, he saw a picture scroll spread out on the table, and when he looked up again, he saw a man who was meditating while writing a pen, wearing a conspicuous brocade suit, bright colors, and the dark patterns of flowers and brocades flowing like water.

Most people can't wear this kind of clothes, and his appearance and posture are almost like a monkey dressed up in a circus, but he resisted this kind of clothes, dressed very noble and coquettish, he is a young talent like cooking oil on fire.

Handsome is handsome, but what does this have to do with their Yang family?

Yang Ping'an couldn't expand his thinking to such a place of thousands of miles even if he tried his best.

The pen sticks to his chin, and the man suddenly smiles as he looks at the picture scroll, with a look of spring in his heart.

The servant at the side said, "Young master, you should wake up quickly. It's not good to like anyone, but you want to like the celestial master. That's not someone you can afford to provoke."

Celestial Master?Could it be...

The man curled his lips and smiled a little ruffian: "What's not playing? That's why we have to play something interesting."

The house slave was about to drop cold sweat when he heard this, so he couldn't persuade him anymore, as he seemed to be talkative.

As soon as the man's eyes moved, the brush began to fall, just like the clouds surging when the wind blows, all in one go, without stopping for a moment, three figures appeared on the painting silk, Yang Ping'an didn't quite understand it, so he could only roughly guess that it was the Sanqing of Taoism .

When the red paint was used, the man held up the pen for a long time, got up and found a dagger, cut the palm of his hand, and the dark red blood dripped into the paint.

Looking at the bright smile on his face, Yang Ping'an suddenly got goosebumps, isn't this too perverted?

Where did the devil and Xiu'er come from?

I can't draw well for a while. Xiu'er draws with her right hand and cuts blood with her left hand every day. Sometimes she goes out with the celestial master for gatherings. Yang Pingan really wants to go out with her. Give him a chance to meet the celestial master and say Maybe it's really the celestial master in the jade hairpin?

Only occasionally listening to Xiu'er and talking about his thoughts with his confidantes while drawing, can Yang Pingan know how he and Tianshi are progressing.

Xiu'er's surname is Cui. I don't know what Cui is. For the time being, he is called Mr. Cui. What Mr. Cui is doing now is simply to break up a straight man.

That straight man is the Heavenly Master.

The specific operation is, I treat you as a friend but you want my process.

Mr. Cui is currently making friends with a celestial master, and he talks about life philosophy in a serious manner.

So he urgently needs a teacher with deep thinking to teach him some tricks, so that he can continue to discuss life with the celestial master.

The dog-legged confidant said there was no problem, and immediately found a deep teacher to give the young master a small talk.

After a few days of painting, more than half of the painting of Sanqing was completed. Mr. Cui invited the celestial master to meet him in the mansion, and showed him the painting he had made for him. Yang Pingan finally saw the legendary celestial being. division.

Sure enough, it was the same as the last celestial master, and Yang Pingan felt that the celestial master in this story was firmly in the C position again.

I'm afraid he is a heartthrob, Yang Pingan thought to himself, just wanting to find out the humble corner of his family in this story.

Thinking like this, but the brain began to get excited unconsciously very honestly, especially in the face of this perspective of spying on other people's stories, gossiping about the love history of the heavenly master is generally not a loss.

Yang Pingan chose to rub his hands calmly and watched the holographic movie for free.

The celestial master is still the same as before, unchanged at all, wearing a plain white Taoist robe, with a wooden hairpin in his bun, because it's cold, such thin clothes make him look thinner and more elegant, a fairy descended to earth.

Mr. Cui looked at him, his eyes were smiling even if he didn't speak, as if everything the celestial master said was right, even if he didn't speak, he was crazy in love.

In the 21st century, it is called a nympho.

It is called online posting on the Internet.

Young Master Cui led the celestial master to the table, and pointed to the painting on the table: "It's not completely finished yet, I guess Daoxuan will like it?"

Last time I knew the surname, this time I got the first name, Li Daoxuan.

Tianshi looked at the scroll and frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

He definitely saw it!The celestial master has boundless magic power, how could he not see the evil in this portrait.

Mr. Cui leaned over, leaned over when he was standing, leaned over when he was sitting, his whole body leaned towards the direction of the celestial master, and he even reached out and grabbed the hand of the celestial master: "Daoxuan, why are your hands like this? cold."

Celestial Master looked back at him, Young Master Cui smiled subtly and brightly: "It's your heart that is so hot."

"It's not all bad, at least it can warm your hands."

Yang Ping'an felt nauseous...

The Tianshi was probably in the same mood, so he didn't say a word.

The two hands overlapped, both of which are slender bones and plump flesh.

Mr. Cui lowered his head and looked at the hand he was holding. It was thin and slender and beautiful, not dry.

Thinking of a person as his hand, so does his body.

Tianshi withdrew his hand: "Although painting is good, but the heart of painting is not right, it is rare to be pure, and you talk about the three things."

In the end, the painting was finished, but it was not given away. Mr. Cui sincerely wanted to give it away, but the Celestial Master really didn't want it.

At present, it has reached the stage where it is unsuccessful to lie to your straight boyfriend and you can only hang on for the time being. Mr. Cui showed his sincerity and said that as long as I can be friends with you, I will be very happy if I can say a word.

Then hang the painting in his bedroom, and silently savor the relationship between himself and Tianshi through the painting every day.

If he hadn't been tactful enough, Yang Ping'an would have suspected that he was Xue Wuling's pervert.

Every day, Mr. Cui would come to the painting, staring silently, looking at it, a smile slowly appeared in his eyes, a little bit of waves, like spring water sparkling.

There is a landscape in his eyes.

Yang Pingan also saw a lot of people who came to praise Mr. Cui for his jio, saying that he was young and handsome, praising him for his talent and amazing painting skills, which is rare in this world.

Anyway, flattering people, these people who come to the door are unique, but the celestial master just doesn't like his rare talent in this world.

Mr. Cui's eyes became increasingly gloomy, and his spring-like eyes lost their sparkle. Like two bottomless pits, there was a gloomy and unfulfilling attachment spreading outward.

Yang Pingan didn't know why he could see a ghostly look on his face, originally his face was like jade, but now Yintang had a kind of black and blue from his bones.

It didn't take long for Yang Pingan to know the reason. Mr. Cui was raising demons, and the monsters gradually took shape, entangled Mr. Cui, his dark eyes did not have any luster, and his blood-red mouth could only whisper three words in Mr. Cui's ear: "Li Daoxuan... Lee Do-hyun."

Those three words seemed to be life-sustaining medicine, but also a life-killing poison. The demon strangled his neck, and his face was neither crying nor laughing: "Li Daoxuan... Li Daoxuan..." It seemed to be provoking Mr. Cui .

Mr. Cui waved his hand, his eyes widened and he looked like a demon, "Shut up! Shut up!"

Mr. Cui covered his ears: "Don't mention him, I don't allow you to mention him! He is mine! He is mine!"

Yang Pingan: "..."

The demon is still clamoring: "I love Li Daoxuan! His bones! His blood! I want to own everything about him! Hahahahahaha!"

I don't know whether Mr. Cui raised the demon or the demon drove Mr. Cui crazy.

Anyway, Yang Ping'an was shocked, what the hell are these two people doing? ? ?

After that, Yang Ping'an rarely saw Mr. Cui, probably because he was wandering outside with monsters.

A long time has passed in the blink of an eye, and Yang Ping'an silently estimated, is this story finished?

It's been a long time since I saw Mr. Cui. Is it just such a waste of time to raise a monster?Didn't even come back to sleep?

Yang Pingan waited, and Li Daoxuan was the last one to come. He came quietly, took a scroll of the painting away without saying a word.

Well, the painting belongs to Lee Do-hyun, so it can be over.

Yang Pingan waited and waited and found that he was still here.

"Why isn't it over yet?"

Yang Pingan stayed in the warehouse. There was no one here, looking down at the slender box: "Hello? What is your obsession? Let me go."