"This brother, we're not nervous anymore, you don't have to sing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Zhang Mengmeng said with a tap on the back of the man driving the donkey cart.

Hearing this, the man who drove the car nodded, and the silver bell-like song came to an abrupt end, leaving only some echoes in the valley.

"Why did he stop singing so well?" Zhao Dapeng was a little dissatisfied.

He was now half-lying on the donkey cart and was yawning. The planks of this donkey cart, because of the singing, are even more comfortable than the bed at home. Now that the singing has stopped, although the body and mind are still very happy, there is no such refreshing feeling.

"This is actually a kind of Gu technique in Miao Jiang, called Song Gu." Zhang Mengmeng continued to explain.

"Song Gu?!" When Zhao Dapeng heard this, a spirit sat up.

He didn't read a lot of supernatural novels, those Miao Jiang Gu techniques, either poisonous insects or poisonous snakes, were harmful anyway. didn't expect that even listening to the song could be tricked. What happens if you fall into the Gu? Did the Seven Orifices bleed to death?

Zhao Dapeng's startled made the car shake a little, and the donkey was obviously a little messy because of the abnormal movement behind him, stepping on a few pieces of gravel, crackling.

"Don't be so nervous, you can't die." Zeng Yifan looked up to the sky and rolled his eyes. Song Gu can't kill people, but chaos can really kill people.

After all, walking on a cliff at this time, the donkey is not like a car, so the steering wheel is controlled by himself. If a donkey goes crazy and pulls a cart of people off a cliff, and a donkey's life drags four lives, it's really worth it.

"Although Song Gu is also a Gu technique, there are many kinds of Gu techniques, and their functions are different. Like the one just now, it has the effect of relieving fatigue, pleasant mood, and can also refresh the mind. Zhang Mengmeng continued to explain. If you don't make it clear, I'm afraid that Zhao Dapeng will always be worried.

"It sounds a lot like coffee or strong tea." Zhao Dapeng recalled that this was indeed the case, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Probably more like marijuana or even the sea. Something like Loin. Zeng Yifan added.

The previous song sounded and poured into his ears, Zeng Yifan felt as if his body was a little uncontrollable, even if it was very comfortable, he was struggling inside. I haven't taken drugs, but that's how I feel.

Regarding Zeng Yifan's assertion, Zhang Mengmeng was very pleased: "That's true, this song Gu is actually a kind of spiritual dependence. If you don't hear it, you will have soft bones, no energy, and even die of malaise. ”

"I'm really going to die!" Zhao Dapeng's body, which had been relaxed, tensed up again. He doesn't want to die of a song.

"It's theoretically going to die, but in practice it's not that much. So just now I asked this brother to stop singing. ”

As soon as Zhao Dapeng heard this song, Gu was really going to die, so he shrunk his neck and stopped talking.

Without Zhao Dapeng's babbling, Zeng Yifan leaned a little closer to the place where Zhang Mengmeng was sitting, and picked up a topic to talk about: "You know a lot about Miao Jiang's Gu Technique." ”

"I don't really know much about it, but my mentor is very interested in it, otherwise he wouldn't be staying in a place like this where he doesn't even have a cell phone signal for months and wouldn't want to go back." Zhang Mengmeng said naturally, not noticing that Zeng Yifan's face was already a little different.

"How do you know there's no cell phone signal here?"

"I often contact him, but I can't reach him."

"Oh-I often contact you, but I can't reach ......," Zeng Yifan said in a long tone.

"What do you mean by that?" Zhang Mengmeng suddenly felt that this tone was wrong, why was it so simple, but it was sour when Zeng Yifan said it.

"It's not interesting, your mentor is very dedicated, very dedicated......" Zeng Yifan, in order to cover up, didn't look at Zhang Mengmeng's already angry face, pretended to look here and there, looked up at the cliff, and looked down at the cliff.

In fact, the scenery along the way is really good. Especially this kind of open-top drive, the impact of the senses is definitely much more shocking than riding in a car.

Different from the general cliffs, which are hideous or desolate, the cliffs here are even more mysterious because the cliffs are covered with vines and the cliffs are full of clouds and mist.

Because of the embarrassment, Zhang Mengmeng had to pretend to enjoy the surrounding scenery.

Suddenly, Zhang Mengmeng's brows furrowed, and when he raised his eyes just now, he seemed to see something golden on the rock wall. But the wind blew the vines around, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected it, so I really suspected that it was dazzling.

So he looked at Zeng Yifan and found that his face was the same, and he completely ignored his eyes as he tried to release his previous suspicions.

Can't this girl be a little more proactive? In terms of feelings, this boy doesn't take the initiative, but does he want the girl to take the initiative?

However, Zeng Yifan's egg hurts badly, and there are shadows both physically and psychologically, this woman is definitely hard and not soft. Just pretend you didn't see anything!

Sure enough, Zhang Mengmeng couldn't help but open his mouth: "You say that this mountain is not suitable for burying the dead?" ”

Zhao Dapeng, who was originally closing the closing ceremony to recuperate, was panicked because of the song that might kill people, and suddenly heard Zhang Mengmeng talking about dead people, and immediately shouted: "Take a good car, just take the car, say what dead people, girls' families, talk about cosmetics, talk about how good the new autumn clothes are." ”

"It's not that I'm going to say it, but you have a coffin on top of your head."

"Coffin?!"

When Zhao Dapeng heard this, he subconsciously looked up. At a height of only five or six meters above the head, a copper coffin of more than half a meter was sticking out of the rock wall. At this moment, the wind was a little strong, blowing open the dense vines, and the copper coffin was exposed.

"Hey, hey, it's a dead man!" Zhao Dapeng was not mentally prepared, and was so frightened that he almost rolled off the donkey cart.

Zhang Mengmeng looked at Zeng Yifan, and seeing his still unchanged expression, he knew that this guy had already seen the coffin on the cliff.

Sure enough, Zeng Yifan coughed twice and said: "This should be a cliff burial, not to mention here, even we are not uncommon." ”

"But I'm afraid it's a bit much." Zeng Yifan then muttered again, raised his head again, and looked at it again, within his sight, there were at least seven or eight tree vines. And that's just the protruding rock wall, and there's probably more of the hole in it.

"That's why I asked you, is this place very good in feng shui, suitable for burying the dead, otherwise how could there be so many copper coffins." Zhang Mengmeng felt that he had finally come to a normal topic, so he hurriedly started it.

Regarding the feng shui of the yin house, Zeng Yifan's grandfather's "House Luck Record" does not talk much about it. But Feng Shui theory has one of the most basic principles, which is qi and form.

In the simplest terms, if you feel comfortable, Feng Shui will be good, and if you feel uncomfortable, Feng Shui will naturally not be good.

According to this cliff, there is nothing above, and there is no bottom below, and people walking on the mountain road are frightened, and naturally there will be no good feng shui.

"On the side of ethnic minorities, many people don't believe in feng shui, and they probably don't pay attention to it." Zeng Yifan added.