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The clerk Xiao Chai was dazed by the radiant smile, and was bumped by the shopkeeper's elbow, so he exclaimed "ah".

Immediately, he became angry from embarrassment: "Why are you smiling nicely, can you be normal?! How scary is it that you practice this invisibility technique, don't you know?"

Wei Ping innocently spread his hands: "That's because I haven't practiced enough yet, and when I let out my breath, my appearance also changes."

After saying this, he turned back into an ordinary, slovenly little gangster.

Anyone who passed by him didn't want to take another look at him.

It was as if that captivating smile had never appeared before.

"I'm going first, so I won't scare you!"

The shopkeeper raised one sleeve and stood firmly in front of him:

"Leave the sword, I will show it to my old club."

"A broken sword and ten spirit stones, what's there to see?" Wei Ping snorted lightly.Seeing the shopkeeper with a cold face and refusing to give way, he suddenly tapped his toes, leaped up out of thin air, and rushed towards the door like an arrow from the string.

He moved without warning, leaving only a grinning voice:

"The old man said before that he wanted me to be the future young master. You forgot? The young master just bought a sword, don't worry about it!"

When Xiao Chai heard the words, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he really suspected that this person had a thicker skin than the walls of Huawei City.

However, Wei Ping was allowed to turn up and down, step on the table silently, and change dozens of light-body techniques in one breath, but there was always a sleeve in front of him.

The shopkeeper sneered, and the pressure of Jindan leaked faintly: "The master also said that you are the young master if you are willing to learn his calligraphy. If you don't learn for a day, you are nothing!"

The two parties were trapped in the small pawnshop, with a lot of scruples, and neither dared to leak their breath and cause a big commotion.

Wei Ping was finally forced to the ground, and yelled: "You sages are bullying too much! Doing business by force to buy and sell, and you have to force yourself to recruit apprentices?"

"Hey, you rascal!"

Just as Xiao Xie rolled up his sleeves, Wei Ping was already covering his heart and began to act: "Don't do it, I'm about to suffer from a heart attack, and I'll depend on your coffin to die!"

Just at this time, a painful cry came from the ground, as if dubbing Wei Ping.

The faces of the three of them changed, and the shopkeeper ran downstairs.

Xiao Chai gritted his teeth: "Old Zheng really has a heart attack, he must be angry with that kid just now!"

From the moment Song Qianji entered the door as a sword, the small pawnshop was destined to usher in a night of chaos.

"How is Mr. Zheng?" Wei Ping asked.

"It's okay. After taking the elixir for calming the mind, I helped him pass the spiritual energy, and he sat in meditation." The shopkeeper wiped his sweat.

"It's all that kid's fault!" Xiao Chai said angrily.

"What's going on?" Wei Ping was completely aroused by curiosity.

He regretted not coming a moment earlier to meet the person who wrote the talisman.

The shopkeeper was also depressed, and took a picture of a nourishing talisman on the table: "Old Zheng stared at this talisman, and the more he looked at it, the more delicate he felt, and every stroke was perfect. Then he remembered that the kid said 'only a little bit', the more he thought about it, The more irritable I got, the more I got stuck, and I felt like I was busy for most of my life, and I won't do it at all! I have to take this talisman away, and I can't let him see it again."

Wei Ping stared at the talisman with a concentrated expression, and after a while he let out a 'huh':

"There are words stacked on it!"

Xiao Chai felt baffled: "This is not a word!"

Qi nourishing talisman is the most basic talisman, and there are many drawing methods, all of which can have the same effect.

Talisman masters have different habits of using pens, so the traces left on the talisman paper are different.

"No, this is not only a talisman, but also a hidden riddle. The person who wrote it must have wanted to convey a meaning through this talisman." Wei Ping said seriously.

"What do you mean?" The shopkeeper frowned, thinking of the boy's indifferent face.

Wei Ping asked: "If I can solve it, give me the broken sword?"

The shopkeeper thought for a while: "Okay, try it."

Wei Ping turned the talisman paper upside down, and took the pen and paper used by the shopkeeper for keeping accounts:

"Upside down, each stroke is viewed against the order of his strokes. The strokes are separated and do not overlap..."

After a while, Wei Ping put down his pen, "No, you can see it this time."

The shopkeeper took it with a dignified expression.

But there are two large characters on the paper - "profiteer".

Wei Ping slapped the table and laughed loudly, leaning back and forth:

"Understood? You met an expert. He didn't want to write a talisman at all, he just wanted to scold you. Are you sitting on the ground and raising the price?"

The shopkeeper's face turned red and then white: "Open the door for business, businessman, what's wrong with making some money!"

Xiao Jie suddenly said: "I finally know why the boss wants to accept you as a scoundrel."

Keen intuition, far beyond the talent and spirituality of ordinary people.

"Don't praise me, I won't give you any money!" Wei Ping picked up the old sword, laughed and went out, stepping into the night.

The small pawn shop was quiet for a long time.

The shopkeeper sighed: "When our generation was young, anyone who was promising would think that 'a man born in the world should wear a three-foot long sword, and he will be immortal', but what happened to the real geniuses nowadays? How many famous people in the world are just trying to catch fame?"

Xiao Chai: "Wei Ping is out of his mind. I just hate buying the piano because of his scheming, beating around the bush and cursing others."

"It's useless if you hate it." The shopkeeper shook his head: "Go ahead and give this 'profiteer's talisman' to the owner. The end of the owner's life is approaching, and there is no one to take over the mantle. We can't break it and leave it to the owner. up to you."

***

Waiting for people is boring.

Two people are waiting for someone late at night, but they have nothing to say to each other. The atmosphere is more difficult than that of one person.

He Qingqing was sleepy, hungry and cold. She was bullied today, and broke down and cried a lot. She was exhausted, physically and mentally exhausted, and her consciousness gradually became dizzy. She forgot where she was and who was sitting next to her.

She turned towards Chen Hongzhu unexpectedly.

Chen Hongzhu dodged subconsciously, glanced at He Qingqing's overly thin body, and finally didn't move, letting the other person's head rest on her shoulder.

"I'm tired too." She muttered, sitting a little closer.

When Song Qianji came back, he saw a figure change into two in front of his house from a distance.

The two girls cuddle up to each other.

Under the moonlight, it looks like two lotus flowers, one red and one white.

Enthusiasm and weakness complement each other, the picture is very beautiful, and Song Qianji has a big head.

One is able to weep and wilt the impatiens, but the two are still crying and knocking down the bamboo fence.

Chen Hongzhu didn't fall asleep, but just closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Hearing footsteps, he sat up straight.When she moved, He Qingqing also woke up.

Realizing that he was actually sleeping on Miss Huaweizong's body, he stood up suddenly in fright:

"Sorry. Sorry."

The boy was dressed in moonlight and approached.

"Senior Brother Song!" He Qingqing shouted in surprise, but felt that it was extremely inappropriate, so she changed her words in a low voice, "You are back, Fellow Daoist Song."

Chen Hongzhu didn't look at her, but only stared at Song Qianji: "Where have you been?"

Song Qianji pointed to the red paper crane on the front: "Don't you know?"

He Qingqing felt inexplicable feeling in his heart when he heard them chatting in a familiar tone, like envy and sadness.

Then I heard Chen Hongzhu ask: "I heard that you go out with a sword, where is your sword?"

"It's done." Song Qianji said lightly.

"Did it?!" Chen Hongzhu jumped up.

Song Qianji ignored it, he wanted to solve the matter as soon as possible.

So he unloaded the piano case, turned to He Qingqing and said, "Take it."

As soon as the piano case was opened, the green light burst out.

The body of the piano is slender and soft, like a river of spring water, and the seven strings are like ripples on the water.

The spring water is blue in the sky, and the bright moon is also dimmed.

"This is... Luyi Terrace?" Chen Hongzhu couldn't help exclaiming.

In fact, Song Qianji didn't pay attention to the name and exquisiteness of the piano, but because he weighed it beforehand, this one was the lightest, so he chose it.

"You are a sword cultivator, and you have become your only sword, so you bought a 'Green Yitai' as a gift for her?"

Chen Hongzhu bit her lower lip, stretched out her finger to the piano, and then pointed to someone, "You, are you crazy!"

He Qingqing was more surprised than she was, even terrified.

She stared blankly at Song Qianji.

I dare not accept it.

"Lvyitai" is of course the lightest.According to the particularities of famous families in Tianxizhou, it is the first piano given to the youngest daughter by the elders of the family.

It is not cheap, and the girl takes the piano to go out to have fun with her companions.When others see her, they will know that the girl is from a wealthy family and is extremely favored at home, so she cannot be underestimated.