Heavenly Master raises ghosts daily

Not planning to stay in City B for too long, Lu Changsheng did not choose a place too far away, and found an antique shop near the hotel, in the city center.

Originally, Lu Changsheng planned to go to the auction house, but firstly, the location was too far away, and secondly, there was no auction recently. In the end, Lu Changsheng could only give up his original idea.

Lu Ping had been depressed the night before, and tried every means to dispel Lu Changsheng's thoughts, but to no avail, Lu Changsheng became determined, ignored any of Lu Ping's rhetoric, and let everything go in his left ear and out his right ear.

The day before, Lu Changsheng had wasted a lot of mental and physical strength. Although he fell asleep when he arrived at the hotel in the afternoon, he still slept until dawn after eating late at night with the pillow on his head.

As soon as I opened my eyes, although the curtains were drawn, the sun's light penetrated into the room through the gap, and the room was not completely dark.

Lying on the bed, holding the pillow in his hands, Lu Changsheng raised his face from the pillow, half-closed his eyes, reached out to touch the phone, and turned on the screen—10:22.

"10:30..." Lu Changsheng muttered softly, put down his phone, and lowered his face again.

Lu Ping was beside Lu Changsheng. He opened his eyes when he woke up. Looking at Lu Changsheng's sleepy look, he knew that he was active again today, but Lu Ping didn't intend to call him at all.

It's good for Changsheng to sleep.Lu Ping thought so in his heart.

However, Lu Changsheng didn't let Lu Ping get what he wanted. He fell asleep for another 5 minutes and went back to sleep, then sat up with half-closed eyes, and then walked into the bathroom in a daze like this.

Looking at Lu Changsheng's "wandering soul" back, Lu Ping was a little worried, for fear that he would accidentally fall in the bathroom.

After Lu Changsheng came out of the bathroom, he was already sober. Because the hair on his temples and forehead was stained with water drops, he raised his hand to scratch casually, and took out new clothes from the suitcase. Changsheng said to Lu Ping: "Get ready and go."

With a weary look on his face, Lu Ping responded in a low spirited manner. Although he was unhappy, he still had to accompany Changsheng if he wanted to go.

After leaving the hotel, he bought some steamed stuffed buns from a street shop, and took the steamed stuffed buns into a taxi. Lu Changsheng said the name of the antique shop he was looking for last night.

Lu Ping turned into a bracelet again, quietly staying on Lu Changsheng's wrist, without saying a word.

The antique shop is not far from the hotel, a total of seven or eight minutes by car.

After getting out of the car and looking up at the shop in front of him, Lu Changsheng blinked.

In the past few years of studying abroad, he has seen a lot, but the places he has been to before are not as good as the shop in front of him.

In a courtyard-style shop, the mahogany door in front of you is open, and in front of you is a screen wall carved with the word "Shou".

Looking up, there is a plaque on the top of the door, which is "Sui Ru Zhai" in gold on a red background.

Even though Lu Changsheng had found out before coming that this shop looked like a courtyard, he was still a little dazed looking at the shadow wall blocking his eyes.

Stepping into the house, bypassing the screen wall, the back is not an open yard, but a simple shop. In front of you is the wooden table and wooden bench where the shopkeeper sits, and pear wood shelves are placed twice, and the antiques on it are covered with glass. The hoods are shrouded, and some are exposed to the light at will.

The lights were on in the room, the lights were dim, and the antiques lining them were even more aged.

Lu Changsheng was not interested in other objects, and as soon as he entered the room, he looked at the various ancient swords covered by glass covers on his left.

As Lu Changsheng fixed his gaze, the shop owner also put down the white dishcloth in his hand. The shop owner was a woman wearing something weird. It wasn't modern attire, nor was it Hanfu or cheongsam. She was wearing an imitation Chinese tunic suit.The cuffs are rolled up, and the hair is tied into a ponytail, which looks extraordinarily capable.

With a soft smile on his face, the boss stopped beside Lu Changsheng, looked down at the ancient swords in front of him, and looked sideways at the person, "Sir, are you visiting City B?"

Lu Changsheng was taken aback, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the boss, not knowing where the other party saw it.

The boss lowered his eyes, and continued: "I probably recognize all the people who come to my place to buy things in City B. There are two or three strangers every day, and they are all tourists."

Nodding his head, Lu Changsheng didn't speak.The boss realized that he might not want to talk too much, and he didn't talk too much, so he just said: "The glass cover on the top of the ancient sword here is the real one from the pre-Qin to the later Tang Dynasty, and the bottom is an imitation, but this imitation is the latest from the Republic of China. Three years. Sir, you can choose carefully."

After speaking, the boss bowed slightly, took the white rag in his hand, and went to the other side to continue his unfinished work.

Looking down at the rusty ancient swords inside and outside the glass case, Lu Changsheng carefully observed each one from top to bottom.

Although he loves these ancient swords very much, Lu Changsheng doesn't know how to buy everything. In this regard, he is very free-spirited. When buying ancient swords, it is not the workmanship, style, or age, but simply whether he likes it or not.

But even so, his family has already accumulated nine swords.

Lu Ping was inside the bracelet, he could see Lu Changsheng's serious expression when he raised his eyes, and saw those not-so-good daggers when he lowered his head. With a soft snort in his throat, he said in a muffled voice: "Changsheng, you can open your 'eyes' to see these weapons the air above."

gas?Lu Changsheng opened his lips to make a mouth shape, opened his "eyes" as Lu Ping said, and then took out his mobile phone to type [What does the Qi on these weapons say? 】

"Ancient objects have spirits. Some of them are buried with them after a long time, and some are left in the world. They will inevitably be contaminated with corpses and breed resentment, and these are harmful to the human body." Lu Ping said.

【What if there is a spirit? 】

"Most of the objects with spirits will emit golden light, and the depth of the spirit can be known according to the depth of the light." Lu Ping continued.

After listening to Lu Ping's words, Lu Changsheng nodded. He put away his phone and started to look at those ancient swords again, but his eyes were not as serious as before.

The short soldiers who exuded an ancient feeling under the light before, now in Lu Changsheng's eyes are filled with black air, and those "qi" are entangled and entangled, struggling with each other.

Originally, these ancient swords didn't attract Lu Changsheng very much, but now he lost interest even more, his fingers unconsciously touched the bracelet that only he could see, Lu Changsheng pursed his lips and was about to leave as soon as he moved.

Just before he turned around, he turned his eyes to the corner, and a simple short sword was reflected in Lu Changsheng's eyes.

The sword is eight inches long, and the blade is wrapped in a sheath. I don’t know how many years it has been. The scabbard is full of rust. You can only distinguish the gold paint on it through the rust stains. The blade is straight, the grid is curved upwards, and the hilt Kui dragon patterns are carved everywhere, and the eyes are embellished with rubies.

Amidst the lingering blackness, only this sword glowed with a primitive luster.

Seeing that Lu Changsheng stopped leaving, Lu Ping originally wanted to say something, but when he saw the short sword that attracted Lu Changsheng, he suddenly lost his voice, his throat was extremely dry, and he couldn't even pronounce a simple syllable. come out.

"This sword..." Lu Changsheng murmured, this sword doesn't match what Lu Ping said, but when Lu Changsheng looked at it, he felt very familiar, and this feeling was stronger than when he saw those swords before .

"It's a fake..." Lu Ping's tired voice sounded.

"This sword was imitated by an unknown blacksmith in the Song Dynasty." The boss heard Lu Changsheng's voice and came over, and saw the place where Lu Changsheng's eyes stopped, she said.

"Song Dynasty?" Lu Changsheng murmured to himself.

The boss bent his lips, and picked up the sword, allowing Lu Changsheng to observe more clearly, "This sword is a copy of a small country in the pre-Qin period that Song people searched for ancient books, and it belongs to a certain son."

"Young Master Ping?" A flash of light flashed in Lu Changsheng's mind, but he didn't catch it, but he remembered that there was a person from that dynasty beside him, so he blurted out subconsciously.

The boss didn't expect Lu Changsheng to say this, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, "I didn't expect Mr. to have studied Langji." The boss said, without denying the words "Gongziping" that Lu Changsheng said.

Lu Changsheng also found out, he clenched his fist, it turned out to be Lu Ping's sword.

Taking the sword from the boss, the sword is not heavy, rubbing the hilt, Lu Changsheng's attention is all on the sword, and he didn't realize that Lu Ping, who had opposed him buying a sword since last night, was going to take a sword with him when Lu Changsheng left. Suddenly, he lost his voice.

From the decision to buy the sword to the final payment, everything went quickly.

After paying the money, the boss wrapped the ancient sword considerately, "Sir, do you want to take it away by yourself, or should we help you transport it?"

"Is your service so good?" Lu Changsheng smiled.

"Every customer has different requirements, and we must meet them." The boss showed a smile that made it impossible to find the fault.

Lu Changsheng nodded, he didn't choose to let the antique shop deliver it, but wanted to take the sword home by himself.

He came out to see if there was a sword he wanted, but now that he got it, Lu Changsheng didn't have any nostalgia, nodded politely to the boss, and walked away.

From the time he came out to the time he finished shopping, it was still early, and Lu Changsheng returned to the hotel after eating lunch outside.

The distance between City A and City B is not that far away, but the tastes of the dishes in these two places are quite different. Before Lu Changsheng studied abroad, he finally got used to the food outside, so it was inevitable that he would not be able to adapt when he suddenly came to City B.

After returning to the hotel and entering the room, he put the wrapped dagger on the coffee table. Instead of paying too much attention to the sword, Lu Changsheng raised his wrist, "Lu Ping, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Is it too long since I came out, then I will go back right away and offer incense to you."

During the meal, Lu Changsheng took out his mobile phone to communicate with Lu Ping, but Lu Ping didn't reply, as if he lost contact, and the food outside was really not tasty, so Lu Changsheng returned to the hotel after swallowing two bites.

Just as Lu Changsheng finished speaking nervously, and was about to get up and go into the bedroom to pack his luggage and book a train ticket, Lu Ping slowly came out of the bracelet. He stood beside Lu Changsheng, looking at the well-wrapped dagger on the coffee table with a complicated expression.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Lu Changsheng felt that Lu Ping's face was a little pale.

"Lu Ping, are you okay?" He asked worriedly.

"I'm fine." Lu Ping shook his head and said softly, "This sword..."

"Is it yours?" Seeing Lu Ping mentioning it, Lu Changsheng's eyes lit up, and he opened the outer package, "Although it's a Song Dynasty imitation, it shouldn't be much different from the one you used, right?"

"Who told you that this is my sword?" Lu Ping said, he looked at Lu Changsheng, with strong emotions restrained deep in his eyes.

Lu Changsheng: "Huh?"

"Changsheng, you like this sword, but is it familiar?" Lu Ping frowned slightly, and he continued to ask.

"If you like it, you like it." Otherwise, Lu Changsheng would not have bought it, but this familiarity...

Looking at the blackened ruby ​​on the hilt of the sword, Lu Changsheng narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, a picture flashed in the back of his mind. The picture flashed by, but Lu Changsheng remembered it in an instant. His face was no longer visible, Chang Lu could only see that he was holding the sword in his hand, and with a backhand grip, he slit a man's throat cruelly, scarlet blood splashed on the hem of the man's long-sleeved clothes, and even Lu Changsheng's eyes It's all red.