Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

Yang Ping'an was watching, and found that Xue Wuling and Zan Ling had come together.

It's normal for Xue Wuling to come over, as long as Yang Ping'an is present, there will be times when he won't come over, but it's a bit miraculous that Zan Ling, who is usually so oppressed, gets close.

A thin wisp of smoke rose up, like a white thread floating in the water, never dissipating, drifting towards Xue Wuling and Zanling, and then slowly dissipating, as if it had penetrated into their bodies.

Yang Ping watched quietly, and the wisp of smoke kept coming out of the two of them.

"what happened?"

Hairpin Ling kept his true nature of asking three questions: "I don't know..."

Yang Pingan looked at this weird scene: "What does it feel like?"

Hairpin closed his eyes and felt it. The smoke wrapped around his body with a little bit of warmth. He opened his eyes and reported, "It's very comfortable."

Yang Pingan looked at Xue Wuling, the balance in his heart was about to collapse, he was very sour now, the lemon essence was not as sour as him, and again he got nothing, Xue Wuling was blessed by another antique.

Yang Pingan waited for a while, wondering if there would be other reactions later.

Waiting to hear a slight but crisp cry of a crane, he saw a small white crane fluttering its wings in a pool of white mist at the bottom of the hut, waving and flying up from the mist, circling around Xue Wuling, and landed on the ground. on his head.

So angry.

Tonight is another day of losing everything. Such a cute little white crane actually likes a ghost like Xue Wuling.

Yang Ping'an became cautious and went back to his room to sleep.

Lying on the bed and thinking about Xue Wuling, I feel that he is becoming more sober every day. At the beginning, he was still a madman without the slightest calmness, but gradually he became a fool who can understand his own words a little bit.

Now Yang Ping'an can feel that a trace of self-control ability has begun to appear in him, which is very weak, and the sense of existence is very weak, which can only be shown when compared with the previous situation.

Yang Ping'an was just worried. This ghost woke up day by day and found reason. Is a normal Xue Wuling good or bad?

It would be torture to be both smart and bad.

In such a dark night, Yang Ping'an was used to being alone, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, what should I do?

I can't see the way forward, and I have no one to trust.

Yang Ping'an was worried here, and glanced out of the corner of his eye: "Damn!"

His eyes flickered, and he was taken aback by Xue Wuling who suddenly appeared outside the dark window.

"What window did you open at night? Xue Wuling, are you going to scare me to death?"

Xue Wuling just looked at him like this, and a sweet smile suddenly appeared on Bingshan's face, just like a little daughter-in-law meeting her husband for the first time, smiling shyly.

Looking at his shy smile in the dark, Yang Pingan felt goose bumps.

Xue Wuling watched him quietly from the window for a while, seemingly satisfied, and then went back to the yard to continue absorbing the moonlight.

Yang Ping'an was confused by him, lying on the bed and thinking about it for a while, he couldn't feel depressed any longer, so let's go to sleep.

When he got up early the next morning, there was still no other movement from the incense burner. Yang Pingan looked at the small pile of incense grains left on the table. The incense burner was also very beautiful. Bar.

Today is also a day to be beaten to death by professionals.

Light the incense and put it in, and the smoke rises. Yang Pingan wants to enjoy this morning alone. In a world without wine bottles, ghosts and spirits, wash the diary of the celestial master, read the stories of thousands of years ago, and guard his own shop.

Quiet and comfortable.

Picking up the washbasin to fetch warm water, and when he came out of the bathroom with the basin in hand, Yang Pingan saw two figures standing beside his desk, in front of his Celestial Master's diary, and beside his white crane incense burner.

A Xue Wuling.

A hairpin spirit.

The little white crane fluttered its paper-thin wings and landed on Xue Wuling's shoulders, pecking at the feathers under the wings with its long beak.

"Why do you come out during the day? How tiring." Yang Pingan smiled helplessly.

There was a click in my heart, and it was the calm lake surface that was as good as water shattered.

Holding back his breath and not speaking, he buried himself in the diary of the Celestial Master, wrote it out and took a long picture, and then left empty-handed as if he had forgotten everything.

He left the white crane censer on the corner of the table, and the incense grains in the censer burned to the point of embers, which were extinguished after a while without anyone paying attention.

A soft and weak voice came from behind: "Master..."

"Hmm...?" Yang Ping turned around with a smile, and looked at the hairpin with wide innocent eyes: "What's the matter?"

Xue Wuling said: "The incense burner."

This time they are very united.

"Oh, if you don't tell me, I will really forget."

Yang Pingan went back silently to pick up the incense burner, put it on the counter, and refilled another incense grain under the watchful eyes of the two.

It was the first time for the two of them to see the sky, looking at the bright antique shop, and then looking at the scenery outside the door, it was very fresh.

Observe Yang Ping'an again, see him sitting on the grand master's chair doing nothing, holding a black object in his hand and watching silently.

They thought that thing should be a powerful magic weapon, but they had no chance to study it before, so they stood on the left and right to watch.

Yang Pingan first opened Taobao to see if there were any orders for today, then clicked on QQ, Wechat and Weibo, and quit if there was no news.

Xue Wuling looked at the rapid changes in the picture, sometimes it was words, sometimes it was paintings, and sometimes it was people again, his eyes were locked tightly, and he felt that such things were really a bit magical and weird.

Hairpin's empty eyes gradually gathered light, and slowly fell into obsession. Although I don't know what happened, it's really amazing and interesting!

Yang Pingan just looked at Tianshi's diary calmly under the two peeping screens. When he looked up, he saw Xue Wuling looking at him obsessively, and Zanling was looking at the mobile phone in his hand obsessively.

Looking at it quietly, not for a moment, as if I am some kind of beautiful flower that only blooms once in a thousand years in a fairyland.

He likes me.

Yang Pingan jumped out of these four words without warning, and his heart skipped a beat in fright.

The second incense burnt to the end, Zanling looked at the mobile phone in Yang Pingan's hand reluctantly, and urged Yang Pingan to continue the incense with sad eyes.

Looking at Xue Wuling again, although he still has the same face, the subtle expressions are full of urging, and his eyes are swept in the direction of the incense burner, which is not too obvious.

Yang Pingan was a little anxious sitting on the grand teacher's chair, and couldn't stand being surrounded by the two of them: "You know?

"There are many more..." Hairpin whispered bb.

Yang Pingan settled accounts with her seriously, with a gentle expression and clear eyes: "There are 360 ​​to [-] days in a year, but there are only ten to fifteen incense grains. Of course, we can continue to order today, but what should we do in the future?"

It makes sense, the two were brainwashed by Yang Ping'an's gradual persuasion. Although they were unwilling, they could only watch the incense burn into ashes.

Xue Wuling looked at Yang Pingan, thinking that he would not be able to see him until night again, feeling depressed and irritable.

The two disappeared from sight as the smoke dissipated. Yang Pingan let out a long breath, feeling extremely relaxed, and finally he could play with his mobile phone freely.

After fishing, I continued to read Tianshi’s diary. Yesterday, I saw that Tianshi accepted his second apprentice, Xiao Lin, and asked them to be obedient and not to bother him.

Zhao Desheng and Xiao Lin definitely agreed with each other, so the three masters and apprentices embarked on the journey again. One night it rained, and the two apprentices followed the master to hide from the rain in the ruined temple, and gathered together to practice.

In the middle of the night, suddenly a group of babies in tattered bellybands screamed and ran into the ruined temple. Zhao Desheng felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't see what the problem was. Anyway, his man's seventh sense told him that he had encountered a ghost.

As soon as Xiao Lin got started, he hid behind him in fright and asked him: "Brother, which side are these monsters from?"

Looking at the group of children, Zhao Desheng was suddenly taken aback and fixed his eyes.

He saw his brother who had been missing for many years.

The children, male and female, all bare buttocks, huddled together and complained in a childlike voice: "This rain hurts my daughter so much."

Li Daoxuan asked the two apprentices not to disturb them: "This is the soul of a nearby child, without cultivation, the rain pierces through the bones, and being a ghost is also a catastrophe. They are just sheltering from the rain."

Zhao Desheng fell to his knees with a plop, tears streaming down two lines, looking at the pink and jade-carved doll: "Master, that's actually my younger brother!"

Hearing his words, Li Daoxuan walked to the gate of the ruined temple, looked towards the sky, and there was a demonic energy rising into the sky in the distance.

Back in the temple, Li Daoxuan questioned where those children came from.

The children slurred their speech, and couldn't even tell the difference between east, west, and north. They pointed to the direction where the demonic energy was soaring, and looked at him curiously and vigilantly.

"Here, over there."

Li Daoxuan asked: "How did you die?"

The children all stared wide-eyed and whispered: "It's been discovered!"

"How did he know we were dead?"

"Shall we run?"

"Knock him down!"

A group of dolls wanted to attack Li Daoxuan, Xiao Lin pulled out the mahogany sword and talisman paper first behind him.

"A Taoist priest?"

"It's a Taoist priest, what should we do?"

"We can't win."

"Run!"

Xiao Lin, a layman, was still chanting incantations unfamiliarly, Li Daoxuan waved his sleeves, and a stack of talisman papers in Xiao Lin's hand flew out and stuck on the walls in all directions.

The white and tender little ghosts trembled as they hugged another white and tender little ghost beside them.

"He's amazing!"

"Brother is not here, we are dead!"

"Beep, beep, beep."

Some little ghosts lay on the ground and kicked their legs and cried.

"Answer my question, I won't embarrass you."

"Is there any candy?"

Li Daoxuan blinked, looked back at Xiao Lin, and asked in a low voice: "Do we have candy?"

Xiao Lin shook his head quietly.

The boy turned his head and glanced over lightly: "I will beat you if you don't obey, you should think it through yourself."

The children pouted their lips, ready to answer questions in disdain.

"How did you die?"

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