"Uncle, do you usually have any hobbies to pass the time besides fiddling with some antiques?" Yang Xuantong asked with a smile after putting down the Yuchan in his hand. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I just read books to pass the time, and occasionally write. Wuwen has been inking all his life, and now that he is retired, he can't let go of these things. Shen Chengwen said with some emotion.

"Dad, aren't you going to talk about those sinking sesame seeds and rotten grains again, let's eat some fruit first." At this time, Shen Zixuan came over with a plate of fruits.

"Look at me, I forgot to ask my uncle what he used to do." Yang Xuantong glanced at Shen Zixuan and then turned around and asked.

"I'm a real idler, and I usually study some ancient documents and the like. The girl is most tired of this, and every time I am afraid that I will not be able to stop talking about this. Shen Chengwen said helplessly.

Hearing Shen Chengwen's words, Yang Xuantong knew in his heart. No wonder this resentment has entangled Shen Chengwen for so long and has not made him have much trouble, it turns out that he is a literati and can be regarded as a member of Confucianism.

There are hundreds of schools of thought, each with its own good. The literati have righteousness in their hearts, and of course, this literati refers to those who really study knowledge, not the so-called bricks and beasts. This righteous qi can naturally resist the resentment spontaneously, but even so, it is still taken advantage of by some resentment.

Although the reason was clarified, how to deal with Yang Xuantong was a little scratching.

In Shen Chengwen's opinion, this is feudal superstition, if he told him directly, he would probably have to coax himself out. If it were someone else, he naturally didn't need to pay attention to it, what a love affair, but this was Shen Zixuan's father.

This is the first difficulty, and the second difficulty is how to resolve the evil qi on these jades.

The easiest way is to send it to Master Mingshan, just put it in the temple's Daxiong Treasure Hall. Under the recitation of the scriptures, this resentment can be completely dissolved in three to five days.

But the problem arose again, this is what Shen Chengwen just got out, and it is estimated that he has not spent much money, how can he say that he will send him to Master Mingshan?

If you change to another method, this will take a long time. Three or five months, a year and a half can be had, and it mainly depends on how much resentment the tomb owner has.

"I didn't expect my uncle to have such a hobby, I don't know if my uncle can reward a pair of words?" After his thoughts turned, Yang Xuantong asked with a smile.

"Haha, what's this, the ones I wrote are not worth much anyway, and they should be their own game production." Shen Chengwen waved his hand and said.

Shen Zixuan on the side shook her head helplessly.

I asked Yang Xuantong to come over to let him show his father if there was anything wrong, but what did he do? Whatever you do, you can pick up what my dad likes to hear. Dad was also weird, and he had a mind with him, and he had never seen him laugh so heartily in all this time.

"Girl, don't look at me like that. Xiao Yang is good, a hundred times stronger than the one surnamed Zhou. In fact, the two of them live together, and the money is enough to spend, don't you see that your mother and I are also living very well. Shen Chengwen glanced at his daughter and said with a smile.

Hearing his words, Yang Xuantong's heart was sweeter than drinking honey. Unexpectedly, the cliché was recognized by Shen Chengwen, and he had a good impression of himself. I just don't know if he will boast about himself like this in the future after he knows what he really does.

"Dad, what do you say?" Shen Zixuan twisted her waist and stomped her feet, and said coquettishly.

"Haha, don't say it, don't say it, girl, study ink for Dad." Shen Chengwen took off his coat, rolled up his cuffs and said.

Shen Zixuan wrinkled her nose, and after Yang Xuantong gave her a look, she reluctantly followed to the desk.

The "small movements" of the two were naturally seen by Shen Chengwen, but the mood now is different from just now, so he didn't see this.

I have to say that people pay attention to fate between people. Although today is the first contact with Yang Xuantong, he feels very close to each other.

Even if Yang Xuantong has been carefully dressed up today, his clothes are all ordinary. The ones Chen Yuchan bought for him last time were all worn in summer, they were real brand goods, and now they are better than the stalls.

This is the car that he didn't see Yang Xuantong, and he can't say that he didn't see it, he saw it, but he didn't know that the car was Yang Xuantong's, otherwise he would have to think about it carefully.

And now Yang Xuantong, the whole attention is focused on Shen Zixuan's body, where can he think about anything like evil spirits and burying jade.

Shen Zixuan's appearance is charming, and she also has the charm of everyone's ladies. Now that he is raising his sleeves and grinding ink, the visual impact on Yang Xuantong is even greater.

The jade-like fingers pinched the ink block and gently rotated it on the inkstone, and the concentrated appearance made people freeze in their minds as soon as they saw it, and the figure could no longer dissipate.

"Xiao Yang, what words do you like?" Shen Chengwen, who was ready, asked.

But after asking, he didn't get an answer from Yang Xuantong, and when he raised his head, he shook his head helplessly like the girl just now.

This kid is too bold, and he, who is a father, is still on the side, so he dares to look at his daughter so blatantly.

"Xiao Yang, what words do you like?" In desperation, Shen Chengwen had no choice but to ask again and knock on the table.

Something happened that made him even more depressed, Yang Xuantong still looked at his daughter directly, and he didn't put his mind on himself at all.

Fortunately, Shen Zixuan also sensed that something was wrong, raised her head and glared at Yang Xuantong, who was looking at her greedily, before calling the soul of this thing back.

"Daddy asked you what you liked." After glancing at him, Shen Zixuan said with a red face.

"Uncle, can you write the words 'clear and upright'?" Yang Xuantong turned around and asked without a red face and a heartbeat.

asked Shen Chengwen to write, not to please him, but to see how deeply entangled the evil spirit in Shen Chengwen's style was.

These two words are not chosen randomly, and if you want to write these two words, you will have something in your heart. When writing these two words, it can play a certain effect of clearing the source.

Shen Chengwen nodded, and after meditating in his heart for a while, he grabbed the brush and dipped it in ink on the inkstone.

A clear word, written down in one go. But when he lifted the pen and tried to write the right words, his hands began to tremble, and sweat broke out on his head.

Immediately afterwards, he also erased the clear character that had been written, and wrote three words on the rice paper, kill, kill, kill. These three killing words exuded a strong murderous aura, and Yang Xuantong couldn't help frowning when he saw it.