Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

When he came out of the bathroom, Xue Wuling would follow him wherever he went. It would be impossible for Yang Pingan to continue sleeping with Xue Wuling tonight.

Yang Pingan went directly to the storage room, no matter what kind of monsters and ghosts he is, everyone don't sleep, come out tonight!

As soon as he entered the house, the long bronze sword fell into Yang Ping'an's eyes. He happened to be short of a sword with which to chop Xue Wuling.

He took out the long sword and pulled it out of its sheath, turned around and pointed at Xue Wuling who came in, the sharp blade was still shining with 1000-year brilliance, the sword edge screamed, and amidst the clouds and smoke, a person appeared in front of the blade.

Looking at Xue Wuling quietly, he has round eyes, but a face with edges and corners.

"Brother, long time no see."

That person was greeting Xue Wuling, and the image of him jumping off the sword hut flashed across Yang Ping'an's mind.

He was watching, as if there was a long sigh: "Fuck the monster..."

It's Zhou Fu Yao.

"Fu Yao, kill him." Yang Pingan nailed Xue Wuling's body through Zhou Fu Yao's resentful eyes.

The muscles on Xue Wuling's face twitched in pain for a moment, it was just a subtle conditioned reaction.

Zhou Fuyao looked at Xue Wuling, then turned to look at Master again. After thousands of years, Master still wants to kill Xue Wuling.

He raised his hands, stretched them flat, raised his palms, and made a gesture of stopping the fight to separate the two of them.

"Fulfill my wish first. Before my wish is fulfilled, you have no right to order me."

Xue Wuling looked at this sword soul who suddenly called him junior brother, obviously he had memory, he remembered the past, although Xue Wuling didn't know what happened before, but obviously it wouldn't be a good thing.

It is his sincere wish that Ping An will have less contact with the past.

"Peace, don't listen to him, it may be dangerous."

"He has never done anything to me. He is much more trustworthy than you. Why can't I trust him?" Yang Pingan looked at Zhou Fuyao and raised his eyebrows: "Say, what is your wish?"

Xue Wuling couldn't help grinding his back molars. Looking at this guy who suddenly appeared and called himself a junior, he didn't care about his safety. When will these inexplicable antiques disappear?

Zhou Fuyao ignored his junior brother's cold gaze. Anyway, he was used to it, and turned to look at Yang Ping'an: "No one can fulfill my wish now, so I won't listen to anyone."

"Are you kidding me?" Yang Pingan looked at Zhou Fuyao, grasped the hilt of his sword and struck down with his sword, cutting Zhou Fuyao in half like tearing a piece of paper, and reunited in a blink of an eye.

Zhou Fuyao didn't care about this sword: "Take your time." It was like a long sigh.

Yang Ping'an couldn't forget the humiliation just now, he was holding a sword in his hand now, full of anger and sharpness.

Especially when he thought that if he put down his sword, he would have nothing to use against Xue Wuling.

Xue Wuling is just obedient, if he is disobedient, no one can do anything to him.

"Don't talk to me about this? Why take your time? Wait for Li Daoxuan to take your time? I don't want to care about the cycle of karma. I'm Yang Pingan now!"

Zhou Fuyao stood between the two of them, not daring to make a sound, as if he was standing in the vortex of the domestic violence scene. He never thought that Yang Pingan had already identified himself as Daoxuan, and he would still be in the dark when he knew about it. Can be so calm.

Of course Yang Ping'an was calm. Since souls and reincarnation exist, who hasn't had a previous life?

It's all dead, does it matter?

Anyway, Yang Pingan doesn't think it's important, it's not important at all, the important thing is that he is Yang Ping'an now, he wants to live, he has raised the ghost of his former apprentice, he likes this apprentice quite a bit, but only a little bit.

Zhou Fuyao and Xue Wuling both chose to remain silent about Yang Pingan's denial of the past and his current rampage.

Yang Ping'an is Yang Ping'an through and through, but they are still living in the past. Zhou Fu's demon sword has been in the sword for thousands of years, and his own life is still on Beiman Mountain, on the back of his senior.

Xue Wuling forgot everything, and what he was looking for was also the person in the past.

There was a gap between Yang Ping'an and them. When he found that his words had the effect of stinging the two of them, his anger was suddenly extinguished, and he went back to his room to sleep with his sword in hand.

The Fu Yao sword was placed beside the pillow, the bronze wine bottle was thrown out of the room, and Xue Wuling and Zhou Fu Yao were locked outside looking at each other.

Zhou Fuyao was very surprised. He hadn't seen him for many years. Why did Master become like this? It's really not easy to mess with.

Yang Ping'an was lying on his side on the bed, his mind became clear because of what happened just now, thinking back to his previous relationship with Xue Wuling, what was he doing?

Are you raising tigers yourself?

Also feel at ease.

Yang Ping'an was very angry, and curled up on the bed, his face flushed.

Physical intimacy, skin-to-skin contact, these are all within the scope of his understanding, but the feeling of being touched inside the body is so weird that it makes people feel distorted.

At present, Yang Ping'an is really angry. He carries the Fu Yao sword with him, and puts it on the bedside when he is in the bedroom, and puts it on the tea table when he is in the shop. Xue Wuling and Zhou Fu Yao are not allowed to come near.

Zhou Fuyao was implicated innocently, and Xue Wuling, the culprit, didn't regret it at all, but he would bow his head obediently and try to give him a warm hug: "Peace, I was wrong."

In response to Xue Wuling was a clang, and the Fu Yao sword was pulled out of the scabbard, and the sword rushed straight over.

Back then, the Fuyao Sword was made to deal with the Six Demons of Desires. As Xue Wuling was born by merging a part of the Demons of Six Desires, this sword was very annoying to him.

Xue Wuling withdrew his hand knowingly, and took two steps back.

Zhou Fuyao watched silently, wiping away his sweat.

Yang Ping'an was very angry, very, very angry, so angry that he didn't even know why he was so angry.

When he woke up in the morning, his anger was still at its peak. When Yang Pingan fell asleep, he thought he would calm down when he woke up, but he didn't. When he brushed his teeth, he became even more angry and brushed extra hard.

It was only after washing my face that I realized why I looked like a big girl with a yellow flower who was raped.

Perhaps a chrysanthemum boy?

Anyway, the young man was very irritable, and he couldn't bear this tone.

Xue Wuling was also very irritable, and couldn't bear to ignore him safely. In the afternoon, Sun Wuye passed by, and he borrowed the piano from Sun Wuye.

In order to make peace, he sat far away from Ping An and played a song called Feng Qiuhuang.

The melodious sound of the piano reverberated in the store, Xue Wuling plucked the strings with ease, the cold sound of the piano, and the fiery emotions.

Zhou Fuyao frowned, wondering if he should interrupt Xue Wuling.

Yang Pingan listened silently, and fell asleep in a moment, slipped on the chair and fell asleep.

Uncle Guo was smoking in his small room, and raised his eyebrows when he heard the sound of the piano: "Little things are really used to making trouble."

What Xue Wuling wants is very simple, he wants to be able to face love safely.

Yang Pingan opened his eyes and saw the quaint house in front of him, recalling that he was still in the shop just now, he knew that he was in a dream or watching Zhou Fuyao's past.

After all, the Fu Yao Sword was unsheathed yesterday.

Yang Pingan looked left and right, and the surroundings were quiet, not as lively as the previous few times, and there was no one in the group of apprentices. Could it be that this place is deserted?

But the ground is still clean, and there are no spider webs around. Walking forward, Yang Pingan heard the slight sound of footsteps, and looked around. He is a physical existence and cannot float up. I hope the other party will not find him. .

A person appeared around the corner, he raised his hand, and led another person to walk forward slowly.

The person being led was Li Daoxuan.

What was different from before was that his eyes were covered with a brocade cloth, and his eyes were injured?blind?

Xue Wuling pulled him, and whispered terribly softly, "Master, be careful, we'll be here soon."

Xue Wuling led Li Daoxuan all the way to the bedroom. Li Daoxuan asked, "Where are your senior brothers? Why didn't you hear their voices?"

"There are demons making trouble at the foot of the mountain. Senior brother sent a letter to me, and they all went. Don't worry, master, I can take good care of you by myself."

Li Daoxuan pursed his lips tightly and did not speak. His whole body turned pale, and his pale lips lost their color. Xue Wuling knelt in front of him, looked at him with a slight smile, and his eyes wandered unscrupulously on his face, falling on his face. on his lips.

Li Daoxuan was a little scared. He had taboos about his apprentice.

Taking a bath at night, Xue Wuling prepared water, and led Li Daoxuan to the tub. Li Daoxuan pressed his fingertips on his belt: "Okay, let's go."

"Then master, be careful."

Li Daoxuan took off his clothes, stepped into the bathtub and sank his body. He smelled the smell of herbs at the tip of his nose, and knew that such medicines were good for his eyes.

His eyes were injured by the evil spirit, and his five senses are currently dull, and he doesn't know how long it will take to recover.

Li Daoxuan smelled the smell of medicinal herbs, but he didn't see that the water in the tub was muddy gray-black.

Xue Wuling stood not far away, quietly admiring his every move.

Li Daoxuan frowned, feeling uneasy that Mingshan was still here: "Mingshan?"

He called Xue Wuling, but Xue Wuling didn't respond.

When Li Daoxuan got up from the bathtub, touched the clothes and cloth towels on the shelf next to him, wiped his body carefully, put on his clothes, and walked out of the screen, Xue Wuling went over and took his hand, and wiped him carefully. hair.

Xue Wuling would speak softly in his ear, and play the piano for him, singing Fengqiuhuang one after another.

He can only play this piece, Li Daoxuan has listened to it for many years, but he just doesn't understand it.

After taking a bath for the second time, Li Daoxuan's five senses were as dull as those of ordinary people. He couldn't even feel Xue Wuling standing in front of him when he was blind.

When he got up from the tub, he was startled by the hands that suddenly hugged him behind him, and then his ears turned red, and he yelled at him in a low voice: "Don't mess around."

Without any barriers, the people behind lowered their heads and kissed his bare shoulders.

With respect for his master, Xue Wuling put a thin blouse on his shoulders, gathered up his clothes, and embraced the person in front of him.

Xue Wuling put on clothes for him one by one, but he didn't wear underwear.

Li Daoxuan's voice was already a little angry, but he was suppressing it: "Mingshan, go down."

"Let me serve Master." Xue Wuling's voice was like a dream of lust, and he turned his head and gently kissed Li Daoxuan's neck.

Feng Qiuhuang seemed to be still ringing, and Yang Ping'an was pushed into Li Daoxuan's body with the sound of a zither.

Curled up, the world was dark, he knew that he was in Xue Wuling's arms, the arms shook slightly, and the footsteps sounded softly.

Yang Ping'an was put on the bed, like being put into a cage from which he could not escape. Xue Wuling leaned down and hugged him, using his arms and chest to further limit his range of motion.

A sentence came to Yang Ping'an's mind, it's hard for the gods to roll B.

He curled up his body and tried to roll, but all his movements were restricted.

The voice in the ear is low, and the air temperature is warm: "Master, we have a long time to get along slowly."

"Do you still know that I am your master." It was Li Daoxuan's voice, and he was still trying to reason with Xue Wuling.

"Master, you have had no desires or desires for a long time, and you should only treat Ming Shan as a filial piety to you. Ming Shan does not dare to hurt Master, so Master is at ease."