Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

Hairpin pulled back his sleeves, lowered his eyes and did not dare to look directly at Xue Wuling, and said weakly: "I came out in one night, Nanke is a dream, and I will wake up at dawn at the latest."

Xue Wuling looked at the picture scroll that was turning black with aging, his eyes almost pierced through the silk surface, his eyes were fierce: "He is mine."

The bright red color suddenly appeared in the scroll, like blood flowing to outline the lines. On the blackened silk surface, three blood-red Sanqings looked at Xue Wuling with smiles on their faces.

Xue Wuling stared straight at Sanqing, his pupils getting darker and darker.

"He's mine!" Xue Wuling yelled loudly, startling Zan Ling, and when he raised his head suddenly, he saw Xue Wuling disappear.

"Wine bottle ghost?" Hairpin was confused.

Yang Ping'an was reciting the multiplication table of ninety-nine in the warehouse, and doubted his life. What did he do wrong as a small shopkeeper?To be tortured like this.

It's almost as if he was tied with a chain, and he couldn't leave the painting at all, and he couldn't even get out of the warehouse. Occasionally, he looked around at the nearby neighbors and found that there was nothing familiar.

On the way back, Yang Pingan saw those disciples of the Celestial Master again. They were not yet Mingshan, and the middle-aged apprentice was only young. Yang Pingan couldn't tell what it was like, but he always felt that the big apprentice looked familiar. , the more I look at it, the more familiar I am, but I just can't remember who it is.

First rule out Xue Wuling.

Because the big apprentice has an unpretentious appearance, this is definitely not Xue Wuling.

But besides Xue Wuling, who else could be related to this pile of things?

Yang Ping'an was thinking about this matter when he suddenly felt the whole earth start to tremble, and the scene was skewed and distorted as if it couldn't support it stably.

Suddenly, he felt a strong force grabbing him, and with a sudden pull, Yang Ping'an bumped into a chest, and when he looked up, it was the wine bottle ghost.

"Xue Wuling!" Yang Pingan didn't expect that the wine bottle ghost would drop from the sky and bring him hope at such a time.

Xue Wuling looked at the person in his arms, and tightly wrapped his arms around his waist, trying to pull him away with half hugs and half pulls.

"Wait! I can walk by myself..."

Xue Wuling couldn't listen to anything, so he bent down and picked up Yang Ping'an. Yang Ping'an was thrown top-heavy, and raised his head while supporting the back of the wine bottle ghost, and saw the box suddenly opened, the scroll unfolded, and the bright red portrait of Sanqing smiled. Watching them both: "Stay."

"Xue Wuling! The portrait has come out!"

Xue Wuling turned around, but Yang Pingan couldn't see that his pupils were more ferocious than Sanqing's, like blood rolling and burning like fire.

"he's mine!"

Yang Pingan heard Xue Wuling roaring in a low voice, the rumble made his eardrums ache, what kind of lion's roar is this?

Yang Pingan wanted to turn around to watch the battle, but saw Sanqing trembling on the painting.

……

How cowardly.

Where did the energy to bully me go?

Xue Wuling approached the scroll step by step, reached out and grabbed Sanqing in the void, holding a ball of bloody light in his hand, and then Kaba Kaba chewed it.

"You...???" Yang Pingan chose to shut up, because he realized his situation. Now they are in the world in the painting, and the wine bottle ghost can touch him.

Although this does not represent the physical body, but the strong female body of the soul will also cause him a lot of psychological trauma.

Fortunately, the wine bottle ghost has been dazzled now, and his head is full of wanting to snatch him away, Yang Pingan is silent.

When he woke up, Yang Ping'an touched the yellow talisman on his neck and felt relieved.

Yang Pingan wanted to get up, but found that this journey of painting walls seemed a bit too exhausting, his whole body was weak, so he could only rest against the glass cabinet for a while.

The wine bottle ghost was still looking straight at him from the opposite side, with a fierce light in his eyes, a dark red color appeared from time to time, wondering if he realized that he had missed a good opportunity.

Xue Wuling didn't even blink, just looked at Yang Ping'an who was leaning weakly on the glass cabinet, and there were many things rolling past in his head, like seeds about to germinate, and dead trees sucking blood and wanting to bloom.

He came over and squatted down, looked at Yang Ping'an silently, and felt that he was so attractive that he was panting slightly and could be manipulated at will. He couldn't help but emptied his head, opened his mouth, and said a few difficult words: "You still... ...okay?"

Yang Ping'an's eyes widened, he didn't expect Xue Wuling to speak such human words.

After breathing evenly, he replied softly, "It's okay."

After resting for a while, he stood up supporting his body, Yang Pingan turned and walked towards the room, he had to sleep.

When I got to the bed and lay down, I found that Xue Wuling hadn't followed in. I sat up and looked out the window. He was basking in the moon.

Xue Wuling stood under the moonlight, raised his head slightly and closed his eyes, like an unusual jade sculpture, cold and sharp, with a strong desire flowing in his heart, wanting to plunder, snatch, whether it was Yang Ping'an or power.

Yang Pingan lay down, feeling that he was at a loss this trip, that he had been mentally tortured by Mr. Cui, and Xue Wuling chewed Sanqing, and now he was probably on the road to awakening.

And I lost half the night's sleep and got nothing, it is really a huge sense of crisis.

The second antique still has no reliable information, the progress is zero, and the wine bottle ghost begins to awaken.

Yang Pingan made up his mind and felt that he had to find a way to alleviate this problem, so he fell asleep.

Think about it tomorrow.

With so much free time during the day, we must know how to arrange it reasonably.

Yang Ping'an fell asleep soundly.

The next day, I asked the little sister-in-law from the Hanfu shop opposite to help him take care of the store. The young lady was taken aback when she heard that she was called sister-in-law, but when she thought about it, she felt very awkward and weird. .

She is obviously still an elderly girl, how could she suddenly become a young woman?

The young lady smiled awkwardly: "Okay, okay, go and do your work, I'll help you look after it."

Yang Pingan turned around and went back to the backyard, and forced Holmes against the pile of antiques in the storage room. The young man who had saved him said that the answers were all in this antique shop...

Forget it, no Sherlock Holmes, the plot is too fantastical, and his logic can't make it back at all. Yang Pingan stood up and leaned on the glass cabinet to take a closer look at each one.

The painting on the scroll was basically destroyed, so Yang Pingan rolled it up again, but another scroll caught Yang Pingan's attention. As if seeing it for the first time, my head suddenly opened up. This should be the ancient Juanyi.

This thing is much more reliable than the picture of Sanqing, at least there are words, no matter how ridiculous the story of Juan Yi is, if you read the words, you should get some information.

Yang Pingan opened it and looked, just like the silk painting, it was aging and moldy, and each had its own problems. The color of the silk was dim, and there was no big difference in color when it was put together with the characters. Yang Pingan managed to make out a few characters, and wrote It is lower case, and there are three characters that make Yang Ping'an's vision particularly sensitive.

The ink stains reveal a mineral luster on the silk surface,' Li Daoxuan. 'Three words are very conspicuous.

It's Li Daoxuan again, Yang Ping'an thought that he couldn't get around this celestial master, I'm afraid he is the protagonist in this story, the absolute C position, no one can take it away.

But thinking of the tomb seen from the perspective of the hairpin, Yang Pingan thought of these funerary objects and the coffin. Although the celestial master is a practitioner with boundless magic power, it seems that he has not jumped out of reincarnation, and finally a coffin was covered.

All these things are cursed. Could it be that the Celestial Master has some resentment?

Thinking of the celestial master in his memory, Yang Ping'an couldn't imagine how such a person could have any grievances. The person in front of the Jade Craftsman's Court looked up at Xingyun by the mountain. He was too noble and clean.

Unable to think, Yang Pingan put the things away after touching them and went back to the store. He took a look at his Taobao store, and there was an order, but the other party asked him if he could give him a gift. He bought a bracelet and asked for a small bracelet. If you promise to give him a five-star praise and promote it for him, this is a way of selling at a loss. One more person to buy is one more person to cut Yang Pingan's flesh.

Don't give.

Yang Pingan gave the other party two words, and was chased and scolded by the other party for more than ten times, saying that his attitude is too bad, he can't do business, he has no business acumen, and he can't speak well.

Yang Pingan back, dear, our gifts are not worthy of you, and our service is not worthy of you, so find another store.

The other party was so angry that he had nothing to say.

Yang Pingan took advantage of the still dark and closed the store to wash up early. Ever since he had the wine bottle ghost by his side, he never took a bath at night.

After everything was taken care of refreshingly, Yang Pingan lay on the bed and began to wait for the power of Juanyi's weapon spirit to unleash.

Not knowing how to meet this time, Yang Ping'an even began to wonder what Juan Yi's spirit would look like, would it be a person like the hairpin spirit, or would it be like the picture of Sanqing?

The wine bottle ghost appeared after dark. He saw Yang Ping'an lying on the bed early. He didn't know what it felt like, but he saw him lying obediently with his hands folded, thinking about something, his eyes looking up, the wine bottle ghost He looked outside the house, then sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed and stared at Yang Pingan stupidly.

Yang Pingan felt the other party's eyes stay on his face, and after a while, he moved down along the neckline, staring intently, and slowly moved up to stay on his face again.

This feeling is Chi Guoguo's being regarded as a woman, especially when the other party is so obsessed with it, especially when he is a man, especially when he is still a ghost.

But thinking that the other party rescued himself from the Sanqing painting, this coveted existence is not so annoying.

I just don't know how long I can control him by relying on Huang Fu and his obsession with him.

Yang Ping'an had a strong feeling that the wine bottle ghost was uncontrollable, he must not be an ordinary ghost.

The young man looked at Jiuzun at that time, the origin of Jiuzungui was absolutely unusual, he said that his personality was a bit inclined to Mr. Cui's, but Mr. Cui didn't have this face either.

Lying down with confused thoughts, he thought and thought, waited and waited, but he didn't think clearly about the matter, and Juan Yi's weapon spirit didn't arrive. When it was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Yang Ping'an was really sleepy, so he reluctantly got up and arrived at Chu The storage room looked and looked at things, and Juan Yi opened and touched and touched, but nothing happened.

Yang Ping'an was depressed, why is this Juanyi not doing business at all?

The hairpin spirit watched silently from the sidelines, and lowered its head when it met Yang Ping'an's eyes: "I'm not familiar with it."

There was nothing he could do about it, Yang Pingan stared at Juan Yi for more than half an hour, saw nothing, yawned, and went back to his room to sleep.

The next day the alarm clock rang, Yang Pingan got up, his head was still awake, he thought about last night, and confirmed that he didn't miss anything, but nothing happened.

Yang Pingan rubbed his face.

So what should he do with this thing?

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