Missy, She Always Doesn't Seek to Make Progress.

Not all of the Xie family died in battle, some died of illness. There were 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 again. 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 at first 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 lush in the past, because the Feng Shui auspiciousness was 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 god of war. It is no wonder that your Xie family will have a god of war and serve as a soldier 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 over there dug a deep pit into the canal, forming the white tiger's opening. In addition, that canal 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."

Mrs. 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: "It is unintentional to plant willows to create shade."

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

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

That old man is now the clan leader of the Xie family. He will kneel down and worship Old Mrs. Xie when he sees her.

"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, "It's really..."

"I was the one who harmed her." Mrs. Xie said indifferently: "Don't talk about that. Uncle Chengnan, when was this canal built? And 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 unintentional.

"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 ever visited them?" 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. It was not difficult to avoid people from touching the ancestral graves. For example, the Yu family, a hermit clan that lived for hundreds of years, moved the ancestral graves at the request of others.

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."

"Do you still need auspicious days?"

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 bloody 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 he saw how polite he was to the young girl.

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

Patriarch Xie led them to the 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.

It was 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 the house to practice.

"By the way, what is the name of your great ancestor?" Qin Liuxi asked garrulously.

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

Xie's name is 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.

By cultivating here and using this luck, his cultivation will improve day by day.

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

I have an ominous feeling!

Xuan Ming frowned and 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.

In Taoism, one counts others but not oneself.

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

Xuan Ming finally couldn't help it, 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 performed 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 person stood in front of him, showing him a smile that could be called a devil of Yama, and then...

Ho.

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

She's here, and that deadly Rakshasa is here again! (End of chapter)