Old man Bu lived in the teacher's accommodation area next to the student cafeteria, and after a few rows of bungalows, he arrived on the first floor of a three-story building. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This place is the first time to Yiping, at half past eight in the evening, all the houses in the whole building seem very quiet.

Yi Ping sat on the sofa in the living room after following Old Man Bu into the door, looking at the room with some curiosity.

The room is very simple, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is simple, and there is no trace of the chrome mark of the barbarian, like a small family of ordinary people.

Soon, Old Man Bu took out a small gray bag from the bedroom, and then took Yi Ping out of the door and walked to a row of brick bungalows in front of the building.

After walking fifteen meters to the right, the two came to a rusty iron door, and after Old Man Bu opened the door, Yi Ping found that it was very tidy, and it was better organized than the one where Old Man Bu lived.

There are some old cabinets and tables in the utility room, and there is a small table of eight immortals in the middle, and there are empty plates and a small wine glass on the tabletop, which can be seen that Old Man Bu usually enters here.

Old man Bu put his cane on the side of the table, pointed to a chair leaning against the wall, and said, "Sit down." ”

Yi Ping was not polite, took a chair and put it by the door and sat down.

Old Man Bu sat at the table of the Little Eight Immortals, and after he sorted out the things on the table, he carefully put the bag he brought on the table, and then began to take things from it.

First of all, there is a piece of black tortoise shell the size of the usual bowl, and there are many small cracks on its surface, and there are some pictographs around the cracks.

Next are nine white moon bud-shaped animal teeth, the fingers are about twenty centimeters long, and they look like the tusks of a large wild boar. Finally, a few yarrow plants that had dried out and six polished copper coins.

As soon as these things appeared, Old Man Bu immediately became very serious, and meticulously placed these items neatly on the table.

Yi Ping casually looked around the room, he wanted to see Old Man Bu's collection in it, but unfortunately there were no collections or anything related to them except for some miscellaneous items.

Old man Bu skillfully put the nine fangs in a circle and erected them, and the tortoise shell was placed on top of the fangs, like a pot for cooking, and then the six copper coins were placed around the fangs in six directions.

When Yi Ping's gaze returned, Old Man Bu was putting the yarrow in the middle of the fangs circle.

Old man Bu took out two bones with the shape of knife handles out of nowhere, and held them in his hands.

There are some shallow patterns that faintly appear on the surface of the bones, curling as if they are flowing, and they look very delicate.

Yi Ping was a little curious, and he didn't know what Old Man Bu was going to do.

"Boom!"

Old man Bu moved his hands, and the two bones hit each other to make a metallic sound, like two small pieces of iron colliding together, which was not big.

Yi Ping's mind was shocked by this voice, as if his soul was suddenly pulled out of his body, and he quickly gathered his mind and concentrated his energy.

A faint puff of green smoke rose from under the tortoiseshell, and it turned out that yarrow had been ignited by the impact.

As the smoke rises, it slowly seeps into the tortoise shell and then wafts out of the cracks.

The green smoke rose and swayed on top of the tortoiseshell, until it stopped high above the old man's forehead.

The words on the tortoiseshell suddenly became clear, as if something was illuminating it from within.

A faint and dense incantation sound came out of Bu Lao's mouth, which was completely different from the chanting method that Yi Ping knew.

It's not reading, it's singing, and the voice is ethereal and smart, a bit like a lullaby, and it makes me want to sleep.

The green smoke slowly sank to the sound of the incantation, as if something was tugging at them on the table.

Yi Ping stared intently at the cloud of green smoke.

In the process of descending, they were divided into six strands, and Yi Ping saw that these six strands were facing the six copper coins on the table.

Old man Bu opened his eyes and looked at the green smoke with a solemn expression.

Qingyan came under the tortoiseshell, and stopped before he could touch the copper coin, and Old Man Bu showed a disappointed look on his face.

At this time, the green smoke slowly rose and gradually dissipated.

Seeing this scene, Old Man Bu's disappointed expression turned into despair, and his hands began to tremble.

Suddenly, a wisp of green smoke slowly sank, Old Man Bu's eyes flashed, his eyes stared at it, and his hands stopped trembling.

The wisp of green smoke faded as it fell, but its sinking tendency did not.

Old Man Bu stared at it with a nervous expression, and Yi Ping heard that his breathing had stopped, as if he was afraid that the wisp of green smoke would be blown away as soon as he called.

When Qingyan came into contact with the copper coin facing the direction of Yi Ping, it was almost invisible.

The copper coin moved slightly, and if Yi Ping hadn't stared at it, he would definitely not have noticed this subtle change in it.

Old Man Bu glanced at Yi Ping deeply, and then closed his eyes with a wave of his hand, as if driving away the green smoke that stayed in the air.

Yi Ping looked at the tortoise shell on the table with some inexplicability, and then looked at Old Man Bu.

After a while, Old Man Bu opened his eyes, nodded, and said to Yi Ping weakly: "Alas, you can take these things, please treat them well, maybe you will be able to use them in the future." ”

Yi Ping pointed to the tortoise shell and asked, "Let me take them?" ”

Old man Bu smiled bitterly: "No. It's them. ”

With that, he pointed to a piece of wall that Yi Ping was facing back.

Yi Ping looked back, and the wall slowly opened a hole near his feet, revealing seven or eight things inside.

"This is your collection? Are you going to give it to me" Yi Ping asked as he looked at the things with interest.

Old man Bu nodded and said, "They are all yours, I hope your life is hard enough to hold them down." ”

Yi Ping glanced at Old Man Bu deeply, stood up, and then bent down to look at the collections.

Back at the library, Yi Ping was carrying a large bag of luggage, followed by Old Man Bu.

Old man Bu also wanted to go to the library to stay, and said that he would only return to his original place when the divination was favorable.

It was not difficult to find a place to live in the library, Yi Ping did not worry about Old Man Bu's accommodation, and after opening an empty room, Yi Ping threw his luggage on the ground and returned to his dormitory.

Old man Bu didn't keep him, or said a word to him, just silently looked at his back.

Yi Ping felt that this trip was a good harvest, and he got a total of 15 pieces of collection. He didn't expect that Old Man Bu really had a lot of collections, judging from past experience, they must all be some good goods, as for how much value they have, they have to go to the forum to find the Hell Fang Gang for estimates.

At present, Yi Ping wants to seriously study these collections, and if appropriate, deal with the Hell Party to see if these collections can be exchanged for a research room, or other things that will help the current situation.

Putting the collection on the bed, Yi Ping turned on the computer and logged on to the "Fierce Ghost Forum" nervously.

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