Night fell quietly, Luo Ping fell asleep on the sofa, and his right hand spread on the coffee table just suppressed the broken "Spring Rain Picture".

Suddenly, a little fiery red light lit up in the palm of Luo Ping's right hand, which flashed out.

It continues to light up, and then it goes out...... After three consecutive times, a yellow air current, barely visible to the naked eye, drifted out from the damaged place of the "Spring Rain Map" and burrowed into Luo Ping's palm......

Luo Ping didn't know anything about this, and in his sleep, he felt that he had become a unicorn monster, hungry, and swallowed "Spring Rain" in one gulp......

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone through the glass on his face, Luo Ping woke up.

"Goo-goo-goo-"

An indecent sound came from his stomach, and the strong feeling of hunger surprised Luo Ping.

Last night, in order to entertain Xiao Dao Gu Long Xin, he deliberately fried two dishes, Xiao Dao Gu didn't eat much, but he slapped four bowls of rice in a row, which made Long Xin stunned.

There's no reason to be so hungry!

Vaguely, Luo Ping remembered that he seemed to have become a monster in his dream, by the way, it was the monster on the jade pendant in the dragon's heart, very hungry, and then swallowed "Spring Rain Map" in one bite.

Luo Ping glanced at the "Spring Rain Map" on the coffee table, smiled, it seems that he really thinks about it day and night, he has been thinking about how to repair it last night, and he had such a strange dream at night, although it is absurd, but it is exactly what he thinks in his heart.

Pick up the "Spring Rain Map" casually...... Luo Ping was suddenly stunned.

A passage suddenly came to his mind, "One hundred and twelfth year, fifty-ninth and so on." ”

What do you mean?

How can someone be talking in your head?

Luo Ping suddenly remembered that Chen Lao had introduced to him that "Spring Rain" was made by an unknown painter in the late Qing Dynasty, although the painter's reputation was not obvious, but this painting was exquisite, inheriting the tradition of lyrical freehand with brush and ink in literati painting, forming a bold and spicy, messy and rough style of painting, which won the essence of freehand landscape painting in the Ming Dynasty.

"Could it be that one hundred and twenty years is the time when this painting has come to an end? Fifty-ninth refers to the value of the painting? Luo Ping was shocked and made a bold assumption.

He retrieved the key, ran upstairs and opened the door to the collection room. After Chen Lao left, Luo Ping never came in, so this place still retains its previous appearance.

The room is flanked by two rows of tall storage cabinets, and in the middle is a large mahogany desk, on which are a number of books placed at random, among which there are several thread-bound ancient books, the pages of which are yellowed and very old.

Luo Ping had come in a few times, and he was not unfamiliar with all this, nor was he very familiar with it, because he knew that every thing here was a treasure, and every time he came in, he shrank back for fear of breaking any of them.

The cabinets on both sides were locked, and Luo Ping walked straight towards the desk, carefully picking up an ancient book bound in thread.

To his surprise, without any hints in his mind, Luo Ping then picked up another yellowed thread-bound book.

Still no response.

"Did you just hallucinate?"

Luo Ping was shocked in his heart, but the words just now did appear, as if someone was saying it in his ear, and he heard it clearly.

He put down the book, and with a glance of his eyes, he saw a scroll of paintings on the other side of the desk.

Luo Ping remembered that this was a painting that someone asked Chen Lao to repair a few days ago, and it was said to be the work of Lu Zhi, a famous painter of the "Wumen School" in the middle of the Ming Dynasty.

Thinking of the hole on the "Spring Rain Map", he moved in his heart, bypassed, slowly picked up this "Yunchuan Picture Scroll", slowly unfolded it, and looked at the dazzling crack, he gently put his hand on it.

Nervous!

Suddenly, Luo Ping's palm became hot, and after beating three times in a row suddenly, a cool air flow flowed into his body along the palm. Immediately after, another sentence came to his mind.

"Four hundred and sixty-two years, fifty-eighth, etc."

Luo Ping froze, until he couldn't feel the cool air in his hand, and then hurriedly picked up his right palm and stared at his palm without blinking.

I saw a red beast-shaped figure appear in my palm, which seemed familiar.

Luo Ping remembered that this was exactly the same as the beastly pattern on the black jade jade pendant in Xiaodao Gu's dragon heart.

The only difference is that there are no horns in the palm of your hand.

What the hell is going on?

"It seems that it has something to do with that jade pendant." Seeing the red beastly pattern on his hand slowly disappearing, Luo Ping decided to go to Long Xin to borrow a jade pendant, and he had to figure it out.

Coming out of the collection room, Luo Ping knocked on the door of the dragon's heart.

Long Xin opened the door and walked out, still dressed as the Taoist aunt from yesterday, after hearing Luo Ping's intention, he hesitated, turned around and took the jade pendant from his chest and handed it to him.

Luo Ping took the jade pendant and went into his room, not noticing the blush on Xiao Daogu's cheeks at all.

Turning on the computer, Luo Ping kept searching for various animal patterns and comparing them with the jade pendant one by one.

Suddenly, when he clicked on the Pixiu column, his eyes were immediately firmly attracted.

It turned out to be exactly the same as the pattern on the jade pendant!

Obviously, the jade pendant and the one that appeared in his hand were Pixiu!

"Pixiu: A rui beast that feeds on wealth, eats the wealth of the four directions, and can drive away evil spirits, bringing good luck and wealth."

Looking at the introduction on the webpage, Luo Ping was instantly petrified.

"This fierce-looking little thing is still a money-hungry beast!"

But it weishenme will appear in their own hands?

Luo Ping was puzzled, and at the same time, he also vaguely felt that it was not a bad thing for him to have a Pixiu pattern on his hand.

"It seems that I have inadvertently gained the ability to identify damaged antiquities." When Luo Ping thought of this, he couldn't help but feel excited.

In recent years, the collection fever has gradually risen in the people, he has known Chen Lao for a few months, since he knew that Chen Lao is a well-known collector in the Jiangcheng painting and calligraphy industry, he has always wanted to learn art, but unfortunately Chen Lao has not agreed, but occasionally he will still tell him some knowledge of identifying ancient paintings.

I didn't expect that I suddenly gained the ability to identify antiques, although I could only identify broken antiques, and that was money. Luo Ping was in a trance, and seemed to see the mountains of gold and silver smashing towards him......

In fact, this piece of black jade jade perry was originally sealed with a drop of Pixiu divine blood on Shijie, and after being stained with Luo Ping's blood yesterday, this drop of divine blood would enter Luo Ping's body by chance.

Pixiu likes to eat and belongings, "Spring Rain Map" and "Yunchuan Picture Scroll" are seriously damaged, leaking a lot of wealth, and the drop of Pixiu blood that entered Luo Ping's hands retains Pixiu's habits, swallowing these wealth cleanly, and at the same time judging their age and value according to these wealth.

And those two ancient books that are bound in threads, although they are also very valuable, they are well preserved, and the wealth has not leaked, and the drop of Pixiu blood that has just awakened in Luo Ping's body cannot absorb wealth from it at all, let alone judge their age and value.

Luo Ping didn't know this, ran into the bathroom and checked his body in the mirror again, but found no other abnormalities, and thought that Pixiu was also a Rui beast no matter how he said it, and he shouldn't harm himself, so he put his mind at ease.

Long Xin had already gone downstairs, and Luo Ping walked downstairs and returned the jade pendant to her.

"Luo, Brother Luo, if you like it, I'll give you this jade pendant!"

After a brief conversation between the two last night, Luo Ping learned that she had not officially become a monk, and strongly asked Long Xin not to call herself a "donor" in the future, and not to wear a Taoist robe again. Xiao Daogu is as good as a stream, and changed her name, but this Taoist robe is her only clothes, and I am afraid that she will not be able to change it for a while.

Luo Ping shook his head and stuffed the jade pendant into Long Xin's hand.

"Goo-goo-goo-"

The indecent voice sounded again, Long Xin was standing opposite Luo Ping, and she could hear this voice clearly when she was only as tall as Luo Ping's shoulders. She froze for a moment, and her face instantly turned red.

Luo Ping turned around in embarrassment and ran into the bathroom, leaving Long Xin alone to cover his mouth and laugh.

After washing, Luo Ping was about to go to the kitchen to cook some porridge, but saw Long Xin standing in the kitchen in a daze.

"What's the matter, Dragon Heart, what are you doing here."

"I, I want to cook something to eat, but I won't use these things."

Xiao Daogu glanced at Luo Ping with a flushed face, and spoke in a hurry. She heard Luo Ping's stomach screaming just now, so she wanted to cook something to eat, but when she walked into the kitchen, she found that she had never seen anything here, let alone how to use it.

Luo Ping smiled, taught her how to turn on the gas stove and range hood, and opened the refrigerator to tell her that the vegetables could be kept fresh here.

Long Xin's eyes widened, full of surprise at these things, and when she tried to unscrew the switch of the gas stove according to Luo Ping's method, she couldn't help but scream when she watched the flames come out suddenly.

Luo Ping looked at the little Dao Gu who was a little excited, and sighed again in his heart, when he had dinner yesterday, he heard her say that there was no electricity on the mountain, and she had to sleep every day as soon as it was dark, and she usually burned all the branches used for cooking, and there was no running water, and every morning, she had to go to the mountain stream five miles away to carry water.

She has been like this for fifteen years, and since she was taken up the mountain by Master when she was three years old, she has been living like this, without a TV, without Barbie, and without a delicious ice cream cake.

unimaginable.