Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

Yang Ping'an squatted down and looked at the child: "I dreamed of you too."

The little boy was surprised and let out a miraculous oh~

The tone dragged on for a long time, and finally gradually lowered, as if trying to hide a secret, looking at the young man in the secret, he blinked his eyes puzzled.

"Wait here for a while, I'll show you something."

The little boy nodded, walked towards the tea table obediently, and sat on the stool with his buttocks pouted.

Yang Pingan went to the storage room, carefully picked up the three silver bells, held them on a piece of snow-white cotton cloth, and walked into the store. The child was holding a plastic cup and pouring water for himself.

Seeing the big brother holding something, he slid off the stool, tiptoed and stretched his neck to look up: "What is it?"

Yang Ping'an knelt down, looked at him, and smiled: "Do you want to touch it?"

The little boy looked at Yang Ping'an and frowned: "Why? Are you going to lie to me?"

"Touch it first."

The little boy put his hands behind his back hesitantly, and looked back and forth between the bell and the big brother with suspicious eyes. The big brother's gaze was very warm, just like his brother he hadn't seen for a long time. The bell was also very beautiful and quiet. Lying on the white cotton cloth, there is an indescribable sadness.

How could there be such a stupid scam in the world?So it shouldn't be a scam. He stretched out a finger, and the little boy touched the bell carefully, and the bell made a slight sound under the push of his finger.

"Okay, I touched it."

"Oh! I touched it. You should tell me now why I dreamed of you and why I was asked to touch this bell. You have to tell me quickly, otherwise I will be late for school and if the teacher scolds me..."

The little boy was chattering, Yang Pingan was holding the bell, and looked at the three dark fat boys who appeared beside him, they were chubby, holding him with short arms, and their chubby faces were stuck to his arms. .

Master.

haven't seen you for a long time.

"Hmph, it's because I dreamed of you that I didn't take a ride for such a long distance!" The little boy was a little angry, and now it was completely different from what he expected. Something more miraculous should happen.

"I'm going to school! You cheapskate!" He actually gave him a bell to touch, without even a lollipop.

The little boy grabbed the schoolbag strap in front of him, stepped on his sneakers and ran out after a few steps.

Three little black fat men lined up in rows, standing at the door and looking at the little boy's back.

The square schoolbag is like a tortoise shell, and their owner is still so cute.

The little black fat guys all smiled.

It wasn't until the little tortoise jumped out of sight that the three little black fat men turned their heads, and suddenly turned around to meet a pair of cool eyes.

very scary!

The three little black fat men huddled together by the door, and the first little black fat man said, "What are you going to do? We only belong to the master."

No. [-] little black fat man answered: "Enen."

Little black fat man No. [-] tremblingly said: "Brothers, this man is so scary!"

Then the little black fat man No. [-] burst into tears.

No. [-] little black fat man and No. [-] little black fat man changed formation and hugged him in the middle.

Little black fat man No. [-] stepped forward: "Brother protects you."

"You!" Heipang stretched out his fingers and pointed at Yang Ping'an. Suddenly, his mouth shrunk and he was about to cry: "Let us go, we are just three bells, and if we are melted, we can't be made into bracelets and hairpins." ..."

"Wow! Brother! I don't want to be a hairpin!"

"Brother, I don't want it either!"

The three little black fat men hugged each other tremblingly.

Yang Pingan: "..."

How should I communicate with these three dark and fat boys?

"Xue Wuling!" Yang Pingan chose to call for backup.

Yang Pingan pointed at the three little guys, then turned to Xue Wuling beside him: "Did you see him?"

"You better be obedient, or I'll feed you to him."

Xue Wuling: "??????"

"Ping An, you have misunderstood me."

Xue Wuling didn't live up to it, and Yang Ping'an called out again: "Zanling."

Hairpin held the tablet and quickly joined the battlefield. Yang Ping'an looked at the three shivering little guys: "Educate me."

Zan Ling hooked his hands at the three little guys: "Come here, little sister Zan Ling's class has started."

Huh (ending up~)? ? ?

The hairpin spirit suddenly became a ghost?

The ghostly hairpin spirit education has achieved remarkable results. The three little black fat men stood neatly in front of Yang Ping'an, with their small mouths puckered aggrievedly, looking like they were being slaughtered.

Yang Pingan leaned back tactically, leaning on the back of the chair: "Is your master Xuanba?"

San Xiaopang nodded, and the eldest brother emphasized: "Li, Xuanba."

The second brother added: "The word Dade."

The third brother raised his head slightly: "You are so smart~~~"

Yang Ping'an rubbed his temples: "Have you seen a celestial master named Li Daoxuan?"

The eldest brother shook his head: "I don't know."

The second brother shook his head: "I don't remember."

The third brother pouted: "Whoever he is..."

"I want to see your past. Although you don't remember it, I can see what I want to know in the retrospective state."

The eldest brother lowered his head and poked his finger.

The second brother looked at the eldest brother and plucked his hair.

The third brother looked at the second brother and rubbed the hem of his clothes.

Yang Ping'an's tone was long and drawn out: "It's up to you, but today I'm going to catch a disobedient one and beat him into a bracelet."

The three little black fat men said in unison: "You can watch it!"

"Just wait for tonight~"

The three black fat men looked at the man standing next to the villain, woo... the man's eyes are so scary!Scarier than this villain! (shuddering)

Three pairs of black eyes looked at Sister Zanling beside her, with the words "Sister, can we go?" written all over her face?

Hairpin looked at the faces of the master and the master's licking dog, and nodded slightly.

The three black fat men shrank back, and the silver bell rang, and the three silver bells were placed next to each other on the tea table.

Yang Pingan took out his mobile phone, and continued to read the diary of the Celestial Master now while it was still dark.

Let's see what idiots Tianshi met during his trip to Chang'an.

Alas... (Sighs uncontrollably.)

When Li Daoxuan arrived in Chang'an, he saw dark clouds on the edge of the imperial city in the evening. Although he couldn't get close, he never left.

Zhao Desheng took a look: "Master! Are there demons here?"

Li Daoxuan walked in along the tower: "The imperial capital, half of the world's dragon energy has gathered here. There are demons here, and there are people with evil hearts."

Xiao Lin followed behind in a low voice: "Master, the emperor who rebelled against him, did he have a wrong mind?"

Zhao Desheng squinted at him: "Can't bear to part with Yang Guang?"

"No, I'll just ask..." Xiao Lin shrank his neck like a quail, and silently followed behind the two.

The person who led the way just pretended that he didn't hear anything, and smiled slightly with Li Daoxuan, expressing his kindness.

They are outsiders, so they dare to talk about the world's affairs casually, not to mention that this master is a living fairy among the nobles of Tianhuang.

Walking into the wide Zhuque Street from Mingde Gate is like entering another world. The streets and cities are neat and tidy. After passing through Guangfu and Anye, there are row upon row of squares.

Bai Juyi of later generations described it as the

Hundreds of thousands of homes are like a game of Go, and Twelfth Street is like a vegetable garden.

Li Bai also praised with pride.

Chang'an Avenue spans nine days.

Zhao Desheng and Xiao Lin looked at the city of Chang'an, thinking that more than [-] people took nine months to build the palace and the imperial city, and only then did Chang'an become what it is today.

Suffering is engraved into their souls, making them look at the prosperity in power with mixed flavors.

As soon as they entered Chang'an City, the silver bell beside Li Yuan's bed in the palace rang, it was undoubtedly Xuan Ba, but besides Xuan Ba, there was another old acquaintance.

The Six Desire Demon Daoma Jindao sat on the beam and looked down at Li Daoxuan. Over the years, he has only grown a little, and he is still the same young man as before, with the pure white Taoist robe, clear eyes, and the word Wugou on his body. It is a good proof, so the Six Desire Demons have nothing to do with him, and they are always thinking about him.

Such a person, dragging down the mortal world to roll around is interesting.

At present, Li Daoxuan sees him the same way, but he just wants to beat him to the ground.

After talking, the two of them were ready to move, and they both wanted to make a move. With a ding dong, the push button appeared at the top of the screen.

Le Yue: I have news about the antique you asked about, but why are you asking about it?

Yang Ping'an immediately clicked in, and chatted with Le Yi about you and me. This old classmate didn't know whether he was too skilled or too unskilled, and he couldn't hear anything useful, so he went around for a while. In a big circle, there is news that turns into dispensable news.

The violent temper in Yang Pingan's heart turned into a smile on his fingertips. jpg, okay, you are busy.

Putting down the phone after sending the message, Yang Pingan looked up and was startled by Xue Wuling's hot eyes. Xue Wuling's sharp eyes floated back and forth between the phone and him.

"Look at what?"

Xue Wuling's eyes were cold, with a kind of indifferent determination: "Even if you have another man, you only belong to me, and I can forgive you for whatever you do."

"Can you forgive me if I cuckold you?"

Xue Wuling raised his eyebrows, confidently: "I will be the one who satisfies you the most among your men."

Yang Pingan looked him up and down: "Ghosts can satisfy me?"

Yang Pingan's doubt was undoubtedly a kind of provocation, Xue Wuling narrowed his eyes: "It's enough to satisfy you."

This trip to Qiuming Mountain was stopped by Yang Pingan in time: "Xue Wuling, could you please learn modern knowledge or physiological structure from Zanling? I am a man, and I have no need for you."

Yang Ping'an has no other ideas about this rogue ghost, just like Li Daoxuan did to Liuyumo, he just wanted to kill him with a hammer.

Li Daoxuan pretended to be chatting with Liuyumo, but he was actually waiting for his apprentice to come and join forces to hammer him.

The Demon of Six Desires must not be able to defeat him. After teasing Li Daoxuan for a while, he once again resorted to his invincible and unstoppable escape technique.

Now Yang Ping'an is going to use the invincible and unstoppable escape technique, urine escape.

"I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to the toilet."

Xue Wuling stood where he was, his gloomy gaze moved, and the autumn wind swept across the hairpin's body like fallen leaves.

The hairpin spirit in the corner trembled and raised his eyes: "What... why, the master is right..."

Yang Pingan stayed in the toilet, always feeling that the room temperature was getting colder and colder. He didn't know whether it was his own physical problem or the current weather problem. Goosebumps appeared on his arm, and he raised his hand to rub it. Thinking of his posture last night, Yang Pingan always felt that something was wrong.

Turning on the faucet, a gust of cold air rushed straight up. The cold water froze Yang Ping'an's fingers for a moment. He struggled to withdraw his hand and held the yellow talisman. The hairpin sat restlessly in the store: "What a strange breath!" "Looking at Xue Wuling beside him, he looks very calm, is this still the owner's fanatical licking dog? ? ? ?

Xue Wuling folded his hands and looked in the direction of the bathroom, his eyes were dark like clouds and haze, and there seemed to be something black flowing under the fair skin of his neck.

The author has something to say: A long time ago, there was a mountain called Qiuming Mountain. There was a man on the mountain. People called him the ghost car god. One day, the ghost car god walked on the road. People couldn’t see the car, but Everyone knows that the car of the car god is already on the road.

Nitrogen Car God has a nemesis, no matter how fast the car is, Mr. Yang Ping'an can crush it with one foot.

So, the chariot god died in anger.