The afternoon sun was a little fierce, and the concrete road was hot, and a black car drove from the direction of Wuhan, the wheels of which rolled over the road mixed with stones and gravel, and finally "creaked" and stopped in front of an old house in the old town of Jiangxia Town.

A mother and son got out of the car. The mother is about thirty-six or seventeen years old, and her appearance is graceful and delicate of the Jiangnan people, and her clothes are refreshing and capable, revealing a bookish literary atmosphere.

The young man who got out of the car with her, about fifteen or sixteen years old, kept turning around with a pair of dark eyes, and when he saw the old house in front of him, he asked with some hesitation: "Mom, this is grandpa's home?"

"Well, you lived here for a while when you were a child, do you still have an impression?" Mother Liu Xiaolian took Yang Qiao to the door, took out the key and opened the red lacquered wooden door.

The old house of the Liu family is still some years old, since the old man Liu passed away a few years ago, no one has come here again, this time if it is not for the renovation of the old city, the old houses in this area will be demolished, I am afraid that Liu Xiaolian and Yang Qiao will also have a rare trip.

"Mom, are we coming back this time to clean up the things left by our grandfather?" Yang Qiao had an active personality, and as soon as the wooden door was pushed open, he was in a hurry to rush in, but he was choked by the dust and musty smell that rushed from the room.

The old house has been uninhabited for too long, and the smell is always a little weird.

Liu Xiaolian pulled her son with some disgust, and waited for the dust and smell in the room to disperse before taking him in.

When she came back this time, she wanted to clean up the things left by Mr. Liu, after all, once the house was demolished, everything was gone, so let's take stock and clean it up while I have some time now.

Liu Xiaolian was more careful, and from the place where she entered the door, she saw what she needed to bring back, and began to tidy it up.

Yang Qiao didn't have such good focus and patience as her, looking around, there were some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the four walls of the living room, painting those bright red seals and inscriptions of dragons flying and phoenix dances, which looked a little extraordinary.

Yang Qiao remembered that his mother once mentioned that when his grandfather was young, he used to be in the middle of the family road, and he learned some skills from a teacher, and it was quite good to be able to erect the portal in Jiangxia in that turbulent era......

These calligraphy and paintings are all collected by my grandfather later, but the baby is tight.

But grandfather's treasures, in the eyes of young people, are just some good-looking paintings and words, not attractive.

Yang Qiao's mind turned, and he suddenly remembered an incident when he was a child, when his grandfather was very fond of him and wanted to give everything, but there was only one thing - Yang Qiao was not allowed to go to the attic of the house.

In my impression, my grandfather, who likes to collect treasures, seems to have hidden some treasures in his attic, and my young self has always wanted to sneak in to take a look, but unfortunately I have never had the opportunity.

Thinking of this, Yang Qiao became interested, and while his mother was busy cleaning up and taking care of herself, she trotted to find the small wooden ladder in her memory, and then the cat got up and crept up.

The opening of the attic is towards the main entrance, and the room is separated by solid wooden planks to a semi-enclosed space.

This kind of loft was common in the early years, and was generally used to store some miscellaneous items and serve as a storage room.

However, Yang Qiao's grandfather's attic is obviously not so ordinary.

First of all, the materials, Yang Qiao's father is the chief physician in the hospital, and he usually gives a lot of gifts during the New Year, so some eyesight is still there, I don't think I saw it when I was a child, but now I climb up and take a closer look, the wood of this small attic is actually a good red sandalwood.

Looking at it this way, Old Man Liu's family is worth a lot of money just because of these woods.

The second is the carving, the small wooden ladder that came up looks inconspicuous, but the handrail, there are lifelike carved beasts, what is the name of Yang Qiao can't say, but when I look at this thing, I feel that the carving is very powerful.

He didn't have much concept of money at his age, but looking at these red sandalwood and carvings, he also knew that his grandfather's attic where the treasure was hidden was extremely unusual.

The attic is separated from the roof down, and a window is open at the top, and the sunlight shines down like a golden pillar of light, illuminating the attic that should have been dim.

With one foot stepping on, Yang Qiao couldn't help but breathe.

It's a very abrupt feeling, as if as soon as you enter the attic, you enter another world.

Quiet, mysterious, and a ...... The breath of a long time ago.

This feeling seems to have been felt when visiting the museum, but it is a lot of antiques, old objects that are very old, and it is very strange that a small attic of my grandfather's house can have such a feeling.

He shook his head and focused his attention on the attic.

The first thing you see is the three swords on a row of wooden shelves on the left hand.

It's three ancient swords.

The first is a black fishskin scabbard, the hilt of the golden-colored beast swallows the mouth, it looks like a very historical ancient sword, even if it is separated by a distance, it seems that you can still feel a chill from the sword.

This sword is probably drunk with the blood of many enemies!

Yang Qiao swallowed his saliva, and then his eyes swept over the two swords behind him, one was all copper, from the sheath to the hilt of the sword, it was a copper-colored short sword, and the origin of this sword could not be seen, but judging from the traces of rust that came up, this sword must also have a lot of stories.

The last one, however, was a scarlet-colored sword, with dark red tassels hanging from the hilt, swinging slightly, and standing out in the attic.

Yang Qiao cautiously reached out and touched it, it felt very light, it was a wooden sword.

These swords, for some reason, always made him feel a sense of panic, feeling very fierce, as if he would jump up and hurt people at any time.

Yang Qiao didn't dare to look more, and continued to walk forward, and when he saw the next item, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Another weapon display, even more excessive than before, on this display shelf are knives, guns, hammers, axes, whips...... Is this the rhythm of the eighteen weapons?

Grandpa Brain Supplement brandishes his father with a leather whip......

The picture is too beautiful for me to look at.

No wonder my parents moved to Wuhan later, Yang Qiao touched his head, YY all kinds of tragic stories that my father had to say.

I finally got rid of my thoughts, and continued to walk forward, and saw a bookshelf made of rosewood.

This is finally normal.

But then looking carefully at the books on the shelves, Yang Qiao suddenly felt bad.

The neatly placed old books on the shelves are all related to the metaphysics of Feng Shui, what I Ching, Bingjian, and Funeral Sutra, none of them are normal extracurricular reading materials.

I remember when I was a child, my grandfather's most common thing to do was to catch himself and memorize these awkward ancient books, which was called a miserable, usually very pampered grandfather only did not give in to two things, one was not to let himself go to the attic, and the other was to memorize these "feudal superstition" books.

Facing a lot of doubts about his grandfather's taste back then, Yang Qiao shook his head, continued to walk forward, and saw a few antique old objects......

The space in the attic is not very large, but after turning around, I can see almost the same.

Yang Qiao turned around and prepared to leave with some unfinished thoughts, but who knew that in this turn of effort, there was actually a new discovery-

The pillar of light shining through the window illuminated the small wooden table in the middle of the attic.

It was a very low table, like a small table for drinking tea, covered with floating dust, which looked like it had gone through many years, revealing a sense of vicissitudes.

There is also a palm-sized box on the small table, which is in the middle of the small table, which is very eye-catching.

All around, it was quiet, only the low table and the wooden box on it were so dazzling.

This scene suddenly made Yang Qiao's mind flash -

This low table, I saw it when I was a child.

At that time, my grandfather looked at him lying on this small table, holding a brush in his hand and scribbling on rice paper.

I still remember that my grandfather's smile was very kind, and I didn't blame him for making trouble, but touched Yang Qiao's head, pointed to a wooden box on the small table and said to him: "Yang Qiao, if grandpa is not there in the future, this thing will be passed on to you......"

To...... You.

Grandpa's voice and appearance are still in my ears, and the memories in my head and the small low table in front of me are blended together.

The little table of the year, right in front of me,

On the table, a small rectangular wooden box, glittering.

This is......

What my grandfather left me?

Yang Qiao was stunned for a moment, walked up, waved his hand to disperse the dust flying in the sun, and took the wooden box in his hand.

In the sunlight, there seem to be countless swimming golden water waves on the wooden box, and the golden waves flow with different viewing angles, which is extremely gorgeous.

What will my grandfather leave to himself?

Syllable!

The wooden box opens,

Yang Qiao's mouth opened wide, and then,

And then there was no then.

There is no expected jewels, and there are no antiques.

In a beautiful wooden box, an old pocket watch sits down.

It looks like it's been some years old, and both the style and the stagnant hands have an antique smell.

This thing must have been broken for a long time, right?

Yang Qiao couldn't understand how his grandfather could leave him a broken pocket watch. He took out his pocket watch and looked at it in the light, wanting to see what was so special.

However, he didn't notice that the pocket watch had been sitting for too long, and as soon as he picked it up, a wisp of dust fell and he sucked it into his nose in one go.

Ahh

Yang Qiao let out a big sneeze, and then "groaned" in his heart.

It's broken.

The pocket watch fell from his hand with a "bang", and coincidentally slammed into the corner of the table.

Syllable!

The glass on the pocket watch, shattered.

Yang Qiao's heart seems to have broken along with the pocket watch, and the things that his grandfather left for him have just been dropped, and it's over, his parents will definitely whip himself if they know about it.

Yang Qiao's heart was confused, and he lowered his head to pick it up, but as soon as he touched it, he felt a pain in his fingers and was pricked by the broken glass on the surface.

Sizzle~

He gasped in pain, and when he looked down, the blood beads on his thumb oozed out and smeared on his pocket watch.

The quiet attic, the enclosed environment, the bright red blood on the hands of the old pocket watch, Yang Qiao had a strange feeling in his heart, and he always felt that he had seen this picture somewhere, as if he had dreamed of it.

Yang Qiao was about to shake his head and put this feeling away, when suddenly, something strange happened.

Click, click......

The hands of the pocket watch, which had been stationary, actually moved.

Could it be that after such a fall, he actually broke this old pocket watch?

No, no, pointers......

The pointer is reversing!

Yang Qiao was stupid, in his sight, the stagnant time of the pocket watch, began to move, not forward, but backward and backward, at first very slowly, but faster and faster, and then it was simply crazy.

Time seems to be moving backwards with this pocket watch.

All the time and space in the attic are retraced with the hands backwards......

A.D. 2015,

A.D. 2014,

……

Countless images, like a static movie, pass by one by one.

The Republic of China, the flames of war, three thousand years of unseen great changes, flashed in front of his eyes, he became a patriotic businessman in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, responding to the call of the father of the country, industry to save the country.

The picture flashes again,

Yang Qiao saw that he was a white-clothed scribe, coinciding with the chaos in the world at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, he bowed to a pock-faced general and said, "Minister, Liu Ji, you should do your best for King Wu." ”

The picture is getting faster and faster,

In a trance, Yang Qiao felt that he had become a lot of people and experienced a period of history.

Finally, the hands seem to freeze on a single screen.

Eastern jin.

The noon sun, when the sky shone, Lu Weijiu looked up at the daylight in the sky, a little uneasy.

At midnight last night, the hexagram was a big murderer, but I thought of all aspects, and there was no omission, I really couldn't figure out where the hexagram should go.

He turned his head to look at the balcony, Emperor Jin was sitting on it, looking at him with a smile in his eyes, and the important ministers of the dynasty were lined up around Emperor Jin, obviously attaching great importance to this fight.

Anyway, it's all down this step, what's the use of worrying,

With his own cultivation, even if the future is dangerous, he can break it!

This is his self-confidence as the world's premier feng shui master.

"Humph!"

There was a cold snort on the other side, and when he looked up, he saw a middle-aged scribe with slender cheeks, bright eyes, and three long beards under his chin, flicking the sleeves of his robe to himself, and then walked towards the altar of the sacrifice.

The head of the world's celebrities, and at the same time the great master of Feng Shui, Xie An.

Today, it was hand-picked by Emperor Jin, and Lu Weijiu and Xie An were in the sacrifice rooftop.

The winner will become the protector of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the first person in Feng Shui today.

Lu Weijiu combines the alchemy of the late Qin Dynasty and the Taoist feng shui mysticism, and is famous all over the world for finding dragon points and changing his life, and Xie An is also the unparalleled master of Yi Xue, before Lu Weijiu became famous, he was already famous all over the world.

In the world, there can only be one first person,

The contest between the two is a fateful duel.

Lu Weijiu regained his mind, walked up to the altar, and sat down on the futon plate opposite Xie An, and the eyes of the two met in mid-air, like invisible sparks colliding.

Both sides see the determination to win from the eyes of the other.

"So, let's get started. ”

With the order of Emperor Jin, Dabi began.

The dark clouds in the sky rolled, as if stirred by an invisible force,

It's like an elusive fate in the dark.

Although the two people below are mortals, they have both reached the extreme of human wisdom, and they want to deduce the heavenly principles and destiny of the Great Jin Dynasty with the body of mortals.

Where will the world go?

Bang!

A bright white lightning bolt struck in the air,

At the same time, Yang Qiao said "ah" and opened his eyes suddenly,

He gasped for breath, sweat dripping from his forehead.

What did you see just now?

I actually became the feng shui master of the Jin Dynasty, called Lu Weijiu, and he also fought with Xie An, which is ridiculous.

I haven't heard of Lu Weijiu, but Xie An has seen it in the history books, and he is very famous.

Looking at it this way, Xie An should have won that fight, right?

Since ancient times, only the victor can leave his name in the history books.

However, looking back on his consciousness in the picture just now, it seems that it is Lu Weijiu's side, and he feels slightly uncomfortable when he thinks that the person who won is Xie An.

Just when Yang Qiao wiped the cold sweat on his head, wondering how he could see the ancient picture, and it was so real and substituting, his eyes inadvertently saw the pocket watch under his feet and was stunned.

The pocket watch is still walking, but the hands are now moving clockwise,

Well, there's nothing strange about this, but the glass on the surface was obviously broken before, so I cut my fingers, and now it's good, I don't see any damage at all.

His fingers were still throbbing and painful, reminding him that the previous finger cut was not an illusion, so this pocket watch was ......

Yang Qiao's mind was a little messy,

Then, he heard a sigh.

This voice, very familiar, seems to contain endless vicissitudes, loneliness, and unwillingness......

In the distance, there is a misty singing, that is the Wei and Jin dynasties, that is the flying flowers and falling leaves, that is a very rich, beautiful, and incomparably public, blood and fire collision between the nations of the great era.

Yang Qiao's pupils dilated suddenly.

He saw it, and the flowers flew in front of him,

The catkins are in the east wind, and the flowers are flying, none of which can block that person's demeanor.

Step by step, he walked,

With the grace of Wei and Jin celebrities, his eyes are as bright as stars, and he contains endless wisdom. It's just a tightly locked brow, revealing endless loneliness.

This person,

This man is ......

Eastern Jin Dynasty Feng Shui Grand Master,

Lu Weijiu!