A few hours later, the elders and descendants of the Miao family came out of the underground mansion of the cemetery one after another.

Suddenly, the sky gradually darkened, and the clouds overhead were curled up by the sharp cold wind, and they did not have the original dullness of the quiet, but looked a little hideous.

At this time, one of the clan elders stopped and said: "Young family master, although Jun Gongzi can't enter our Miao Family Cemetery, we are still willing to find another place with good feng shui for Jun Gongzi......

Miao Xian'er said coldly: "Hmph! Where is Brother Sacrifice going to be buried, don't bother a few clan elders, you guys should go back, count (rì) Zi to take care of the heavens!" Miao Xian'er endured, so it seemed to be caring, but in fact, with cynicism (rè), the Jun Sacrifice was still not worthy of being buried in the Miao family's cemetery.

"You!" the patriarch choked back violently as Miao Xian'er continued to speak.

"Miao Xian'er, you are not the head of the family yet. In terms of family generation, even the head of the family, Miao Zhentian, has to call me uncle, but the old man is the same generation as Miao Changtong. The clan elder was so angry that some of his (shēn) descendants and clan elders who had a good relationship with him hurriedly supported him.

"Zicheng, forget it. What are you angry with a child, but you are a young head of the family. Can that compare to us old guys?"

The old man who spoke just now was the law enforcement elder who managed the Miao family's lineage and side lines, Miao Zicheng. And now it is the great elder of the side branch, Taeko-sik.

They were cousins.

There was sarcasm in Taeko-sik's words, in addition to the strength of the head of the Miao family, the most important point is that whether it is a descendant or a side lineage, it cannot be hereditary, and it must be voted on by all the deacons and above in the family.

Therefore, Miao Xian'er was deducted several times at this time.

Miao Xian'er clenched her hands, and she was a little angry when she was kind-tempered. He just didn't expect that at this time, when the family was worried about internal and external troubles, there were people who wanted to have internal strife, and they were even more cold in their hearts, and they had no nostalgia for this family.

Seeing that there was a bit of a stalemate at this time, the green-clothed maid whispered in Miao Xian'er's ear: "Miss, the auspicious time is about to pass." ”

Miao Xian'er said: "That's it, let's go." ”

The green-clothed maid replied, "Yes, miss."

The other Miao family disciples could only watch silently when they saw the family elder arguing with Miao Xian'er, because they didn't even have the qualifications to speak.

Miao Zizhi didn't expect Miao Xian'er to be so faceless, and left directly in front of him, and he was also a little resentful in his heart, and when he saw the children and family members of the Miao family around him, he shouted angrily: "Get out!"

As most of the children of the Miao family evacuated from the cemetery, several clan elders left one after another

Miao Xian'er and the green-clothed maid, as well as a few trusted cronies, came to the cemetery where the coffin of the king sacrifice was placed.

The green-clothed maid was a little puzzled and asked, "Miss, green jade doesn't understand why she went to such great lengths to let a small team of people carry an empty coffin out first?"

Miao Xian'er looked at the Jun Sacrifice in the coffin with tears in her eyes, and said, "Although we won, many small people will take the opportunity to pay attention to some other things. I have to guard against it. ”

"It's still young lady smart," said the green-clothed maid.

Miao Xian'er looked at Jun Sai's eyes, but Miao Xian'er didn't know that Jun Sai was also looking at her at this time.

Above the sea of souls, Jun Sai threw the white-haired old man's hollow and saw Miao Xian'er.

Miao Xian'er's face was a lot haggard, but Jun Sai could only clench his fists tightly, he wanted to say to her, "Xian'er, I'm not dead yet." You wait for me."

However, the state of the monarch sacrifice at this time is simply impossible.

The slight fluctuations caused by the image cast by Miao Xian'er happened to be sensed by the white-haired old man, and he walked out of the golden seal with his back hand.

"Oh, isn't anyone coming?" the white-haired old man looked up, "Oh, it's still a female doll." ”

The arrival of the white-haired old man seemed to appear out of thin air, and the five senses in the state of Ren Jun's soul were fully opened, but he did not notice the slightest fluctuation.

Jun Sai was also taken aback by this voice, and hurriedly got up (shēn) and bowed (shēn) and said, "Senior." ”

"Hmm"

"This female doll has a good soul. It seems that your anger will come from her!" the white-haired old man pretended to roll up his sleeves.

Jun Sai suddenly panicked and said, "Senior, slow down!"

Suddenly stopped by Jun Sai, the white-haired old man replied (shēn) and asked, "Why not?"

Jun Sai was a little embarrassed, and said slowly: "That she is me...."

Before he finished speaking, the white-haired old man instantly understood and said, "This female doll, isn't it your sweetheart?"

Jun Sai said slowly: "Ahem, senior, yes. Please don't ...... seniors."

The white-haired old man saw that Jun Sai was a little shy, and deliberately teased: "You said it earlier, almost you won't see your sweetheart." ”

The white-haired old man came to the side of the jun sacrifice (shēn) and said, "The old man is also from here. You go ahead and don't bother. The white-haired old man smiled suddenly, seeing the shyness of Jun Sai's youth, he couldn't help but recall the past that he had buried deep in his heart, and after finishing speaking, he didn't linger any longer, and returned to the golden seal.

Jun Sai bowed and thanked: "Thank you seniors." ”

.......

Miao Xian'er looked at Jun Sai, took out a handkerchief as white as snow from her arms, and gently wiped Jun Sai's bloodless face, and a drop of tears fell on the palm of her hand, along the gap between her fingers, and soaked onto the handkerchief. These teardrops were sandwiched with the blood oozing from Miao Xian'er's eyes, although it was not a lot, but it turned the square inch in the handkerchief into a faint crimson.

All this, Jun Sai saw it really above the sea of souls, and his heart was also painful, and he silently recited: "Xian'er, you wait for me." ”

After Miao Xian'er wiped it, she left the handkerchief on the coffin, and the whole handkerchief was fully revealed, and it turned out that at the lowest part of the handkerchief, three words "Miao Nianjun" were sewn.

These three words are also the new name that Miao Xian'er gave herself again, and this name is enough to explain everything.

The coffin was covered, Miao Xian'er wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and instructed the cronies who carried the coffin: "You can go." ”

The four people carrying the coffin have always belonged to Miao Zhentian's henchmen, and naturally they will also listen to Miao Xian'er's orders, and in their eyes, Miao Xian'er is the young master. Even if it was the other elders in the family, they could not listen to anything, because Miao Zhen Genius was the real head of the family, and they only obeyed the orders of the family master.

"Yes, Second Miss. ”

In addition to the four people who carried the coffin, there were also two masters with strength in the late stage of the Triple Heaven to protect Miao Xian'er's Zhou (shēn) safety.

A group of eight people headed southeast.

Secretly observing, He Laosan, who was waiting for the rabbit, saw that the real team came out, and restrained all his breath, even breathing was ten steps and one breath, ten steps and one exhalation, extremely cautious.

Although He Laosan, who was following behind, did not show any horses' feet, Miao Xian'er, who was in the team, always felt that someone was following them, but her five senses were fully opened, and she did not feel the breath of anyone else except for them in the surrounding hundred meters.

Miao Xian'er looked back from time to time, and said in her heart: "Am I too nervous?", shook her head, and said in her heart: "Maybe."

A group of eight people soon came to the feng shui treasure place where the king sacrifice was buried.

He Laosan's ability to track, not to mention that he really has two brushes. He knew that there were three masters above the Triple Heaven in the team, including Miao Xian'er, and his perception was so strong that it was not at all what he could imagine, and if he followed too close, he would be killing himself, so he kept a distance of three hundred meters.

It is even more impossible to lose it, He Laosan's family has a secret skill cultivation, that is, since childhood, he has increased his sense of smell to three times that of ordinary people, which is also the "taste positioning" of some tomb robber families.

He Laosan followed all the way here, and found that this so-called feng shui treasure they found turned out to be an extremely ordinary mountain stream.

The mountain breeze blows, the flowing water hangs, the insects chirp and the birds are pleasant, and it is quiet and quiet.

Even the flow of spiritual energy is far less than one-thousandth of the natural gathering inlet in the Miaojia cemetery, which can be said to be extremely scarce.

He Laosan can occasionally feel that there are wisps or two of aura surging here.

"This is also called Feng Shui Treasure Land?" He Laosan was a little surprised, and he didn't know why he was buried here. But he could only hold back the curiosity in his heart, and now he could only wait quietly, waiting for them to leave.

Miao Xian'er really wants to find this kind of place, which is located in the middle of nowhere, dozens of miles away from Cloud City, lacking aura, no one is endless, and there are mountain winds and forests from time to time near the mountains and water. It also reflects the words "Feng Shui Treasure".

She didn't choose a place full of spiritual energy, just hoping that the royal sacrifice would not be disturbed by anyone and could sleep here cleanly.

The coffin is put into the ground, the tablet is erected as a tomb, three bows are bowed, and two tears are flowing.

Eight people lined up in three rows, bowed three times to the tomb of the king who was buried. Because all the people here survived because of the sacrifice of the king's sacrifice.

Miao Xian'er is like this, and so are others.

Otherwise, today (rì) is buried deep in the loess, and it is them.

The stele holds the word "Jun", and the word "wonderful" in the inscription.

A moment later.

Miao Xian'er stood for a long time, for a moment.

She said to the stone tablet of the Jun Sacrifice: "Brother Sacrifice, from Ming (rì), I am no longer called Miao Xian'er, my name is Miao Nianjun." In this life, you will not marry, and you will not be able to do so. Dedicated to cultivating the Tao, I will travel all over the world for you. I'll tell you when I come back."

Simply wiped away the tears that could not be stopped, reluctantly squeezed out a smile, and said, "It's good to be here, wait for me to come back." ”

The red sunset, with the slightly yellowing leaves, accompanied by the moment when Miao Xian'er turned (shēn), it seemed that the whole mountain stream had become desolate and gloomy, as if time had suddenly frozen in this moment, and the sky had a touch of grayish yellow.