Missy, She Always Does Not Seek To Make Progress

Not all of the Xie family died in battle, some died of illness. There are many poisonous insects in southern Xinjiang, and some were bitten to death by poisonous insects. Many people even died bizarrely, with a peanut choking their trachea. have happened.

As Mrs. Xie said, she felt something was wrong. She looked at Qin Liuxi and said, "Do you think the number of dead people in our Xie family is weird? Is it related to the luck you mentioned?"

Qin Liuxi nodded and said: "The Feng Shui of this village was very good in the beginning according to its location. It was built close to the mountains and rivers, with a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right. The yin and yang were harmonious. The mountains and forests in this area must have been lush and green in the past, because the Feng Shui auspicious signs were all there. If everything is taken care of, if it continues like this, the family will surely prosper. There is a white tiger living in the mountain, and the white tiger is the **** of war. It is no wonder that your Xie family will have a **** of war and serve in the army for generations."

Mrs. Xie should have been happy when she heard this, but looking at Qin Liuxi's face, she knew there was more to come.

Sure enough, Qin Liuxi sighed and said: "But now, the green mountains are declining and the rivers are drying up. According to Feng Shui, white tigers are forbidden to open their mouths. The white tiger's position dug a deep pit into the river canal, forming the white tiger's mouth. In addition, the canal is There are also willow trees growing on the edge, gradually forming shade. The willow tree originally attracts shade, and when the white tiger opens its mouth, it becomes the evil spirit of the white tiger."

 Old lady Xie’s expression changed.

"These willow trees look messy, and they don't look like they were planted intentionally." Mrs. Zhou looked at the willow trees, which were messy, small, and not fully grown.

Qin Liuxi said calmly: "I planted willow trees unintentionally to create shade."

 You don’t have to plant deliberately, you can just plant them randomly and they will grow.

At this time, an old man in his seventies wearing commoners came tremblingly, followed by the guards who had come to take care of him earlier.

That old man is now the patriarch of the Xie family. When he sees Mrs. Xie, he will kneel down and worship.

"Uncle Chengnan, there is no need to be polite. When I come back this time, I want to bring our Wan'er back for burial." Mrs. Xie said sadly.

Patriarch Xie had obviously heard about it from the guards. He wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves and said, "Young lady, such a good child, is so unworthy of being entrusted to someone else. It's really..."

"It was me who harmed her." Mrs. Xie said indifferently: "Don't talk about that. Uncle Chengnan, when was this canal built? Why were these willows planted here?"

Patriarch Xie replied: "In recent years, the river has been blocked, making it inconvenient to drain floods. It was built four years ago, and it is also convenient for watering crops. As for these willow trees, they were not planted. When the river channel was being built, the children were playing here. , I broke off a branch in Liucun next door and planted it at will."

  Zhou: “…”

  It’s really an unintentional way of inserting willows into the trees.

"But what's wrong?" Patriarch Xie felt a little uneasy when he saw Mrs. Xie's ugly face.

Mrs. Xie then mentioned what Qin Liuxi said about Feng Shui. Patriarch Xie was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost knelt down. He said in a trembling voice: "In other words, the Feng Shui in our Xiejia Village is broken? That's why the Xie family members are here." Will it wither away?"

“Where are the ancestral graves, has anyone been there?” Qin Liuxi asked.

Patriarch Xie shook his head: "We regularly inspect and clean up weeds, and we don't see any strangers."

 Qin Liuxi was noncommittal, and it was not difficult to avoid people from disturbing their ancestral graves. For example, the Yu family, a hermit clan that lived for hundreds of years, moved their ancestral graves as soon as they asked.

Shunfang was impatient and said: "Master, are we going to fill in the canal and pull out the willow trees?"

"Of course it is necessary." Qin Liuxi counted with his fingers: "It will be an auspicious day in three days. You prepare some things, and I will turn this evil away."

 “Is there still another auspicious day?”

Qin Liuxi smiled: "Feng Shui can transform evil spirits by not just filling in the canal and pulling out trees. If you do it casually, you will be killed or injured by the white tiger evil spirit. A **** disaster is inevitable. To transform evil spirits, you must be well prepared. That’s all.”

"Excuse me." Mrs. Xie bowed to her. Patriarch Xie couldn't help but think more highly of Mrs. Xie when she saw how courteous she was to the young girl.

They are all rough people, and they have to look down upon those literati and capable people.

Chief Xie led them to their ancestral home to rest.

Although they were busy all the way, Mrs. Xie and the others felt fine because Qin Liuxi had been conditioning their bodies all the way. It was inconvenient to take soups and medicines, so she made pills for them to take at the Dacheng medicinal shop on the road. Coupled with acupuncture and qi movement, they all feel that their bodies are stronger than before.

Especially Mrs. Xie, she can see things again now. Although it is not as clear as when she was young, she does not have to be blind. But after all, she is old and has hidden injuries. No matter how well she is treated, nothing will happen to her. No, so he looked tired.

Qin Liuxi has already asked. The location of the Xie family's ancestral tomb is just over the hill behind the village. It is in a valley, not too close or too far away. A Feng Shui master was also specially asked to survey the terrain. The tomb of the first Xie family great ancestor is more recent. The trap was specially set up to prevent anyone from robbing the tomb.

Having decided to go to the ancestral graves the next day, Qin Liuxi was not in a hurry. There was no point in being urgent. After eating, he was ready to go back to his house to practice.

“By the way, what’s the name of your great ancestor?” Qin Liuxi asked profusely.

Mrs. Xie said with a smile on her lips: "The great ancestor's name is tabooed Xie Gongming, and people call him Xie Gong. He is the most powerful and loyal **** of war in our Xie family."

 Xie Shi Gongming.

Xuan Ming sat cross-legged next to the main tomb, practicing day after day with magic skills in his hands. He has visited all the Xie family's tombs these days, and has repeatedly explored and studied the tombs. In the formation, it was natural to find out that the one with the strongest luck was Xie Gongming’s main tomb.

 If you practice here and use this luck, your cultivation will improve day by day.

　　However, there is no moon tonight and the night sky is silent, but Xuan Ming cannot enter samadhi no matter what.

 I have an ominous feeling!

Xuan Ming frowned, but did not force himself to meditate. He pursed his lips and thought deeply. This ominous feeling was a bit familiar, just like...

 A figure in need of a beating appeared in his mind, with a stern look on his face.

 Taoism, counting others but not oneself.

But Xuan Ming was very agitated by this ominous premonition. Ever since the man entered his brain, he couldn't even sit still.

Xuan Ming couldn't help it after all, so he took out the turtle shell, bit his finger and wrote his birth date on the yellow paper with the blood from his fingertips. Then he burned it, made a hand seal, and formed a big hexagram.

It is said that fortune-telling is not about oneself. Fortune-telling is to reveal the secrets of heaven, let alone oneself. Telling one's own fortune is more likely to be counterattacked. It is harmful, not beneficial, and extremely harmful to predict one's destiny by drawing eight characters in blood to spy on one's destiny. Cultivation.

So when Xuan Ming started the hexagram, he was leaning against Xie Gongming's tombstone, hoping to get more luck.

He entered the Xiangxiang, and gradually cleared away the fog to see his own destiny. When his face turned pale and cold sweat penetrated his back, he finally saw it!

A man stood in front of him, showed him a smile that could be called a devil of Yama, and then...

 Hah.

Xuan Ming jumped up in fright, his chest was torn and painful, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

 She is here, and the life-killing Rakshasa is here again! (End of chapter)