Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

What else can I do?

Work hard to create a new world. It is a wise saying that everyone knows how bold and prolific a person is.

Yang Pingan changed into neat clothes, set up two tables under the eaves, took out a washbasin with warm water, and went to a small life supermarket two streets away to buy a dozen white towels.

The subject content is: 'I am repairing cultural relics in an antique shop. '

It can also be called: 'Professionals will kill me if they see it. '

Yang Pingan thinks that these things will age, after all, with the blessing of weapon spirits, they must be much stronger than ordinary antiques.

After completing the psychological preparation, Yang Pingan began to work. Two tables were one high and the other low. The part to be cleaned was unfolded on the low table, and the rest was placed on the higher table. This volume is too long. It is definitely not enough to clean. Pour warm water, soak for a while, then roll it into a barrel with a towel and roll it gently on the silk surface to absorb the black stains that have been soaked. After rolling the towel, it turns gray. Black, repeated three or four times, the color of the silk showed its true color of dark yellow, and the characters became clearer.

In the wet water, the words Li Daoxuan seemed to have a long aftertaste. Yang Pingan read the first line vertically, and read softly:

"My name is Daoxuan, I traveled away from home on Thirteenth, and visited Qunyue... Is this Li Daoxuan's diary?"

Yang Pingan then looked down:

"Walking to a village, everyone is robbing. It's all because of the troubled times. There is a young man who wants to steal my property..."

This thing can basically be called Li Daoxuan's Travel Notes, and it is written in a very concise and easy-to-understand manner. Yang Pingan was fascinated by it, and it took a while to realize it, and took photos of the cleaned up parts first.

The part that has been exposed to water is not yet dry, and the table is only this wide in total, so I can only get it here today.

Yang Ping'an stopped, clasped his hands together: "If you are the spirit of Tianshi Diary, please be strong, and I will continue tomorrow." Yang Ping'an felt his back go cold as he said that, as if he had been scolded quietly.

Yang Pingan bowed together eleven times, with an embarrassed smile on his face, and whispered bb in his heart, just be stronger.

Back in the store, Yang Ping turned on his mobile phone and slowly read Tianshi’s diary, and found that Tianshi is really a person with rich experience. He left home at the age of 13 and entered the cloud travel mode at a young age. When I arrived at a village of thieves, there was a young leader among the thieves. Seeing that although he didn't have much money, he had a noble temperament, so he must come from an extraordinary background, so he wanted to tie him up first.

But although Li Daoxuan is only 13 years old, he already knows the Taoism. When the other party came to ambush him at night, he used illusion to deceive the other party. , The boy was shocked on the spot.

The boy chopped off his head with a knife, and the fake Li Daoxuan turned into a scarecrow the size of a palm, with his head and body falling to the ground separately.

The head of the young man was also clever and winking. When he saw that he had encountered a mysterious incident that was not in the scientific category, he immediately plopped down on his knees, his eyes gleaming: "I didn't know you are a fairy, boy, you should be damned for daring to offend you! For redemption!" For this crime, I am willing to be an ox or a horse for a boy."

This brown candy sticks to his teeth as soon as he puts it on. No matter how Li Daoxuan doesn't want to talk to him, he always stands on his back and tells the world that he wants to change his past. Li Daoxuan has just entered the world and still has a lot of curiosity about people, so he asked Why would he do such a thing? Wouldn't it be a pity to kill someone?

The head of the young man told all the unlucky things about his family. It turned out that because of the turmoil in the world, Emperor Yang of Sui built a canal...

Wait, Emperor Sui Yang?

Yang Ping'an was speechless, this thing is from the late Sui Dynasty?What kind of antique is that?

Thinking of what he did just now, Yang Pingan felt ashamed.

Continue to look down, Emperor Sui Yang built the canal, and everyone in his village became husband conscripts. In his family, a younger brother who was less than three years old also disappeared in the middle of the night, and no one cared about the report. The resentment of the people is growing , especially the young people like them, who still have their blood boiling in their bodies, they will never allow themselves to be slaughtered, and they declare that the whole village will rebel. Deal with it, let's figure it out.

In this way, the whole village turned against the government, and they all became bandits and gangsters, chasing after each other with the government, colluding with each other from time to time, but it was much better than when they were good citizens.

Li Daoxuan was very emotional after hearing this, and asked him: "Then what do you want to follow me like this?"

The young man said: "The world is too bitter. If I can become a fairy, I would like to abandon this world."

As soon as Li Daoxuan heard this, he secretly thought, how can this be the material to become a fairy, but he thought that if the other party concentrated on cultivating the Tao, he would have broken his bad karma and would not commit such a serious crime of murder and plunder again.

Li Daoxuan embraced his heart, and reluctantly accepted it. This is his first disciple, that is, his eldest disciple.

Yang Pingan recalled the middle-aged man in the story of Yuzan and the young man in the story of Sanqinghua in his mind.

It is indeed him, the overall outline can still be seen.

The young man worshiped his teacher, and he only wanted to get away from the sea of ​​suffering and step into the fairy gate. He even gave himself a name, called Zhao Desheng, and Sheng was the one who ascended to heaven and became a fairy.

Tianshi's narration is very concise, and a story can be memorized in a few sentences.

Later, it roughly wrote that Zhao Desheng asked the followers in the village to be kind, but they were very dissatisfied. They thought that you, boss, have a fairy fate and don't have to worry about ordinary things, but we don't have a fairy fate. Are you talking nonsense to us?

The crossing is always endless, it can only be said that Zhao Desheng encountered a great opportunity.

Zhao Desheng could only leave an order, asking them not to kill innocent people again, and the brothers agreed as soon as they heard that this was not too much and made sense.

The two left the village and traveled around again. Zhao Desheng's physical strength couldn't keep up, so the celestial master taught him the method of cultivation and asked him to sit and practice every night. Although he was not a genius with extraordinary talent, he slowly started.

The two went on the road, and received a second apprentice. The second apprentice was also not destined to be immortal, but he had a relationship with Zhao Desheng, and he was very good at praising Zhao Desheng's stinky jio, and then he was a celestial master. Zhao Desheng often said good things for him After pestering for a while, the celestial master seemed to be able to accept it, so he warned them: "I can teach you Taoism, and I don't ask you to listen to me, just a little, don't bother me, and don't make mistakes." My rules."

The second disciple is Xiao Lin.

Seeing this, Yang Ping'an is a bit confused. Tianshi started accepting apprentices at the age of 13, so how many apprentices does he have?Don't count the disciples and grandchildren of the next generation, just talk about this kind of direct inheritance, especially when they were divided into Taoist and ordinary sects later.

Seeing here, the part that was cleaned today is over.

Yang Pingan put down his phone and pondered: "This matter must have something to do with the Celestial Master..."

It's still a cloud of fog, but after reading Li Daoxuan's life diary, today is still more fulfilling than yesterday.

As soon as it got dark, Xue Wuling appeared. Yang Ping'an had just finished taking a shower and was rubbing his hair with a towel. When he walked out of the bathroom, he saw Xue Wuling standing under the eaves, looking down at the diary of the Celestial Master on the table.

Yang Ping'an looked up and looked at his expression sideways: "Are you an acquaintance?"

Xue Wuling frowned slowly, looked at Juan Yi, and said slowly as if thinking: "Li... Daoxuan."

Every single word seemed to echo in the empty space. The lingering sound of the millennium hadn't dissipated. Yang Pingan stared at him blankly, feeling something fell from his face, and raised his head to touch it.

It's tears.

Looking at the wet water on his fingertips, Yang Pingan was dumbfounded.

Xue Wuling's gaze gradually became suspicious: "He... is dead?"

Yang Pingan shook his head, affected by this atmosphere, and frowned deeply and melancholy: "I don't know."

At this time, the hairpin spirit needs to appear on the stage to speak for Yang Pingan.

I am not familiar with him.

But Hairpin would not approach him and Xue Wuling unless it was necessary. Now she is hanging herself on the clothes rail, dangling the upper and lower halves by her belt, looking blankly at the sky that just rose. moon.

so boring.

Xue Wuling looked at the diary of the celestial master stupidly for a while, then seemed to remember something, and headed towards the storage room.

Yang Pingan hurriedly followed: "Xue Wuling, what are you going to do?"

Yang Pingan didn't want to touch those antiques until he decoded the useful information in Tianshi's diary, but now Xue Wuling's enthusiasm suddenly rose, which made Yang Pingan uneasy.

Entering the storage room, Yang Pingan watched Xue Wuling's footsteps stop in front of the incense burner: "Light it up."

"Order..." Yang Ping'an thought for a while, but there was no incense bait at home, only one kind of incense, mosquito coils.

Too careless.

Yang Pingan looked at Xue Wuling, thinking about the tear just now, and now he still has the strength to shake in his heart.

This ghost, Xue Wuling, has no shortcomings other than being greedy for my beauty. Now because of the existence of the shortcoming of being greedy for my beauty, he also listens to me very much.

And IQ is not high.

His current judgment can still be trusted, after all, his IQ is low.

Yang Pingan quickly sorted out the logic of the matter, and it went smoothly.

Go out to the Hanfu shop across the street to order bait. My sister-in-law’s house is so old-fashioned, so there should be some.

Yang Pingan entered the store: "Sister-in-law, is there any incense in the store? Can you give me two?"

The sister-in-law was watching a variety show, and Yang Ping'an's voice was like a cold arrow suddenly appearing behind her. The sister-in-law turned her head and smiled sweetly: "Yes, I'll get it for you right away." Blood was actually bleeding from the corner of her mouth.

Don't call me sister-in-law anymore!Zhao Youcai next door to you just calls me sister, okay?

The sister-in-law used the bullet-headed backflow incense that was popular on the Internet, grabbed a handful and gave it to him, and sent Yang Pingan out of the door with a smile.

Today is also a day when my sister-in-law was traumatized.

Xue Wuling looked at his sister-in-law behind Yang Ping'an, looked him up and down, but couldn't say what he thought, and his mind was very calm.

Maybe it's because sister-in-law doesn't deserve to be jealous.

Yang Pingan thanked him and returned to the storage room holding the incense, and took out the incense burner. The three-legged incense burner, the white porcelain can still see some of the lustrous style of the year, the shape of a white crane, and a small furnace | there is a curved one on the tripod It has a slender white crane neck, a long black beak, and a petal-like fan-shaped symmetrical tail behind it.

Light a piece of incense and put it in, the incense flows backwards, only a very thin wisp of smoke rises, and the rest are accumulated in the furnace|cauldron.

Yang Pingan watched silently to see when it reacted.