I can't be a demon

Author: Really the younger brother among younger brothers

Introduction:

The golden cicada traveled westward but did not return.

Since then, demons have been rampant in the Tang Dynasty, and there have been eighty-one difficulties everywhere.

Shen Lian came here in troubled times and was content to be a rich man who walked birds and admired flowers all day long.

Little did he know that in the eyes of others, he was surrounded by countless demons and monsters, and the wails of the dead souls sounded from his mouth and nose when he breathed. Wherever he passed, he was covered with bones and bones towards the bliss of the west.

There are already 10,000 completed copies of the high-quality books "Cultivation of Immortals in a Strange Way" and "The Immortal of Immortality", as well as 2,500 completed copies of "The Fifteen Years of Blacksmithing in the Liaozhai Studio". The characters are guaranteed, and readers are welcome to read and collect them.

Chapter 1 The world is tough, so it’s better to lie down

The Eastern Land of the Tang Dynasty.

In December of Xiaohan, spring is still early, and the north wind stirs up goose feather snow.

Nanfanbuzhou, Yanliang Town.

Yanliang Town is located close to the mountains. Because the mountains are accompanied by salt mines, caravans are constantly coming and going.

Among them, [Shen's Pawn Shop] is located on He Feng Street in the west corner of the town. The store is not large, but the pawn business is not popular in the first place.

At this time, the sun was rising, and the pawn shop had already opened its doors early.

In addition to the pawns who maintain order, the clerks responsible for miscellaneous tasks, and the court officials who identify the quality of goods, there is also a young man behind the counter.

The young man was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a fair appearance. He was lying on an armchair and reading a book.

On the stove in front of me is a fine purple clay teapot, accompanied by three taels of kumquats, a handful of red dates, and small red sweet potatoes...

There was a myna bird with shiny black feathers perched on the young man's shoulder, staring directly at the peanuts. He tried to get close to the stove several times but was blown away by the heat.

"Ah~ I'm hungry, I'm hungry."

Starlings are eloquent and unusual among birds that can learn human speech.

"Don't make trouble."

The young man patted Myna on the head, pointed to the page of the book with interest and muttered to himself.

"The Caotang Miscellaneous Notes say that night market vendors occasionally receive blood-stained silver ingots, which must be spent within three days, otherwise they will bleed to death."

"I heard it was given out by gambling addicts."

The young man turned over and asked Lao Chaofeng who was sitting at the counter not far away.

"Mr. Wang, does the ransom ghost really exist?"

"Young master, I... can't say, I haven't seen it with my own eyes."

Wang Donglin smiled and shook his head. He was already sixty or seventy years old and had been working as a treasure appraiser in a pawn shop for forty years.

The customers who came in and out of the pawn shop were not surprised at all. They all knew that the only son of the pawn shop owner Shen Hansheng [Shen Lian] had an eccentric personality.

Shen Lian stayed in the front hall of the pawn shop all day long with nothing to do.

He was obviously born with precocious wisdom, and even after three years in private school, his master praised him as a top scholar, but he was not interested in an official career. Even now, when his master mentions Shen Lian, he still can't help but sigh.

It seems that Shen Lian's greatest interest is to stay in the pawn shop, taste new teas from various places, and kill time.

And, tease that myna.

"Young Master, there is someone who pretends to be a century-old jade pendant of average quality."

Mr. Wang turned around and handed out the jade pendant. The clerk handed it to Shen Lian attentively. The latter pretended to play with it and lost interest after a while.

"kindness."

Shen Lian threw the jade pendant into the air, and Bago flew over and grabbed it.

"Ahhhhh."

Myna cleared his throat and said loudly: "Whole cotton beans, Nanshan jade, seventy-eight year calendar, worthless stuff, ah~"

The customers in the pawn shop kept making noises, trying to get Bugs to speak again.

Myna looked at them with disdain and hit Shen Lian on the head with his beak until the latter threw out a few burnt red peanuts.

The starling raised by Shen Lian is also a wonder in the pawn shop.

Shen Lian has been working in the pawn shop for a long time, and it seems that he has not developed any ability to identify treasures, but he has taught Ba Ge the ability to distinguish antique calligraphy and paintings.

A dignitary once offered a hundred taels to buy Bage, but Shen Lian refused.

The other party didn't force it. An ordinary myna would be considered long-lived if it lived for seven years, but Shen Lian's myna was more than ten years old, which was equivalent to a centenarian.

"Come on, come on."

A regular customer brought an antique from his home and took the opportunity to touch myna's head.

"Little Bugs, how about taking a look at my ancestral snuff bottle?"

The Eighth Brother flapped his wings and ran away in a hurry. The bird's beak stabbed the regular customer's head hard, "Ah~ you bastard, call me the Eighth Master, call me the Eighth Master!"

"Hahaha, Master Eight, would you like to give me a look?"

The regular customer was not angry, he opened his palm and took out the snuff bottle.

"This snuff bottle is a rare item. It smells extremely fishy when used for smoking dry tobacco."

The so-called snuff bottles are usually made of porcelain and are specially used to store tobacco powder.

Starling came closer to look at it. The moment the bird's claws touched the snuff bottle, Shen Lian, who had collapsed, sat up and looked at each other.

"Big money!"

Shen Lian secretly called for the career panel, and countless information streams suddenly surged in front of his eyes.

[Snuff bottle identification completed, court experience +0.7%]

[Jun kiln slightly defective snuff bottle, 125 years old]

[Chao Feng reaches 90.2%, martial arts points +1]

Shen Lian chuckled and murmured in his heart: "The little snuff bottle has so much experience, career advancement is just around the corner."

【Shen Lian】

[Martial Arts: None]

[Points: 9]

[Occupation: Court (90.2%)]

[Related: Starling]

[Supernatural Power: Wisdom Eye]

[Knowledge: Can easily identify antique calligraphy and paintings that are less than 500 years old. 】

………

It has been six years since Shen Lian traveled to this world. The original owner died of a cold infection, giving him an advantage in vain.

He has always been cautious in his words and deeds, and Shen Hansheng just thought that his only son had calmed down after a serious illness.

Three years ago, Shen Hansheng asked Shen Lian to follow Mr. Wang to get in touch with antique calligraphy and paintings, and accidentally activated the golden finger [Professional Panel].

The first job [Chaofeng] refers to the [Appraiser] of ancient pawnshops.

As for why Chaofeng is related to the starling, it is purely a requirement of the professional panel. It seems that every profession must be bound to an object.

No matter dead or alive.

Shen Lian simply used it on the starling he had raised for seven years. As a result, after the Chaofeng profession derived the magical power of wisdom eyes, both a person and a bird could use this magical power.

Created a very spiritual Eight Master.

The advantage is that the starling is not limited by the life span, but the disadvantage is that it chatters every day and is very noisy, and it is even possible to tie up the bird's beak.

Shen Lian is sometimes very curious. What would happen if the object was bound to a dead object at the beginning? Would the tables, chairs, and benches speak?

"Ah~ Master Ba wants to reward him!"

"So annoying."

The sharp neigh of the starling echoed in the pawnshop, and Shen Lian hurried to feed it.

It caused a burst of laughter.

Shen Lian took a look at the snuff bottle, and then handed it back to the regular customer, "Good treasure, if the old man pawns it to the pawnshop..."

"No, no, I just let Master Ba take a look, ha, it's amazing."

"Ah~"

The regular customer nodded, and seeing that the morning market was already open, he walked away.

"Goodbye."

Shen Lian watched the regular customer go away, then lay back in the chair, muttering in his heart.