When Tan Tianshi fell to the ground, he seemed to hear the sound of blood flowing from his eyes.

That feeling of fear, but powerlessness, reminded him of what happened in Wangxiang Town a few months ago. At that time, he was also lying in bed, unable to move or speak, and the whole world was noisy, but he could only lie quietly on the bed.

"Click, click."

It was the sound of the hands of the wall clock moving, and the sharp pain did not make him lose his mind, but made him horribly sober.

He knew he was going to die.

At the moment when the curse failed, his fate was sealed.

When he was young, he was lonely and helpless, and was taken abroad by his adoptive father to live a respectable life of worry-free food and clothing. The adoptive father was unwilling and kept emphasizing to him that the glory of the Tan family was ruined in the hands of the new Chinese government, and he wanted him to avenge the Tan family.

More than twenty years ago, his adoptive father died because of the failure of the formation, but he didn't expect him to embark on the same path as his adoptive father.

It seems that death is not so terrible, he has lived for the Tan family all his life, until the moment he falls, he can finally relax.

He seemed to see him again when he was a child, standing at the gate of the orphanage, which was not very spacious, and the director was wearing a blue cloth coat, squatting in front of him, and handed him a piece of little white dog toffee.

The toffee was so fragrant and sweet that he was reluctant to eat it in his hand, and after getting into the car, his adoptive father threw away the piece of toffee that he had pinched and was about to melt.

"As the future heir of the Tan family, you have a lot of good things to enjoy."

From there, he was dressed well, ate delicate food, and even had a bunch of people around him to take care of him.

The time in the orphanage had lost color in his mind, but the memories of those years had become vivid again.

The piece of toffee, and the white font printed on the chest of the dean's grandmother's blue cloth clothes.

Huaxia Apple Welfare Institute.

The dean's grandmother said that they are the sweetest and most cherished apples in the future of China, and they are not abandoned children.

The palm of the dean's grandmother on top of his head was warm and her smile was gentle.

Although Huaxia was not wealthy at that time, he did not suffer from hunger or cold in his memory, but he did not have luxurious clothes or extravagant snacks to enjoy.

Chinese......

Chinese......

He licked the corners of his dry mouth, as if he had tasted the taste of the little white rabbit toffee.

I really want to taste the taste of that piece of sugar, it must be very fragrant and sweet.

The world is quiet, quiet in the dark.

"Oh my!" A person guarding the door noticed that something was wrong in the house, and hurriedly called out to his companions: "Something happened to Master Tan!" ”

The man who had just vomited from the bathroom endured the nausea in his stomach, walked up to Tan Tianshi, probed the pulse and snort between his neck, stood up straight and said, "It's dead." ”

"W-What about this?" The companion looked at the miserable situation in the house and felt that this room was extremely infiltrating.

"What else can I do," the man in black strode out of the house, lit a cigar, took a few puffs, and said, "Clean the house." ”

"That Tan Tianshi's body ......"

"What's the use of a person's death?" The man puffed out a puff of smoke, "Directly cremated and buried." ”

He glanced at the blood stains on the soles of his feet, and rubbed them on the sofa in disgust: "The shelves are placed so high, and the result is not useless waste, it is simply a waste of time." ”

He didn't see it, wisps of black gas from the soles of his feet rushed into the soles of his feet, and his forehead became dark.

"Master Qi......"

After the formation disappeared into the night little by little, Xiang Qiang and the others looked at Qi Yan with awe and apprehension, "Just now...... What's going on? ”

"It's nothing, it's just a trivial thing." Qi Yan waved his hand and returned to his usual smiling appearance, but after tonight's incident, no one dared to underestimate him, even Lu Gang, whose mouth was harder than diamond, looked like he had palpitations.

He owed so many times in front of Qi Yan, Qi Yan didn't clean him up, I don't know if the other party is broad-minded or he has a big life, anyway, from today on, he doesn't dare to owe in front of Qi Yan.

Qi Yan saw that Lu Gang didn't say a word, so he teased: "I feel sorry for your magic weapons." ”

Lu Gang sneered at each other: "Yes, when will you compensate me with these magic weapons?" ”

After saying this, he shrugged his shoulders helplessly, looking at Qi Yan like this, he couldn't help but want to slap him, this impulse couldn't help it.

Master Pei smiled and said, "Master Qi is polite, magic weapons are all external objects, as long as you are fine." ”

Qi Yan didn't focus on the topic of magic weapons anymore, and was thinking about finding an opportunity to compensate the two.

Others treat each other sincerely, he can't take these as normal, there are contacts is the way to get along.

"It's ten o'clock," Qi Yan glanced at the time, "it's time to get ready." ”

This mountain is very close to the very famous Fangwai Mountain, and it is a real hidden dragon vein, but because this mountain is really inconspicuous, there is no special scenery, no ore worth excavating, and even the soil is not particularly fertile, but the grass and trees grow exceptionally well. No one knew that there was a dragon head hidden under this mountain, so it had been safe for so many years, and it was even useless for foreign forces to find out.

Qi Yan could know that this was the head of a main dragon vein in central China, or because the master asked him to memorize a tattered book.

At that time, the master said that this was a treasure book that was not passed down from Tianyimen, but since the master once used it to pad the table legs, he didn't believe it. Whose treasure book will be used to pad the table legs, is it worthy of the word "treasure"?

Take the stones in the mountains and place a formation that fits the nature of heaven and earth, so that you can borrow the power of the dragon vein.

The stones were all prepared, and Qi Yan asked the people of the special team to place the stones in the position he designated, and then used his jade pen to draw a strange pattern on each stone, because there was no cinnabar, and there was no light and shadow effect, and everyone didn't know what he had drawn.

But Master Pei had seen him draw it with his own eyes, and this kind of thing was not like a talisman seal, but more like a very ancient totem, like the type of sorcerers of various tribes who prayed to their tribe gods to their tribe gods thousands of years ago when the cultivation industry was not very developed.

Ancient, complex, but also able to make people feel solemn totems.

It's not so much the worship of God as it is the worship of nature.

At that time, human beings were grateful for the food that nature gave them, because with nature, they were able to pick fruits, hunt, and then continue to survive.

When humans invented more and more tools, learned to plant and breed, this ancient ritual was reduced, and now, we can only see the relevant introduction in some archaeological materials. Those ancient totems have long lost their meaning, and no one can understand what they mean.

Qi Yan drew very seriously, even more seriously than when he drew the formation just now. He made every stroke very carefully, and before the stone was finished, a fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

Until the last stone was painted, he walked to the middle of the stone formation and spent a repeated totem, and then said to Xiang Qiang, who was standing outside the formation: "When?" ”

"Eleven thirty-eight minutes thirty-two seconds."

"It's almost time."

Qi Yan looked at Lu Gang and Master Pei, "Two, the left and right directions, it's up to you." ”

Master Pei and Lu Gang nodded silently, in fact, they are just Dharma protectors, and it is not them who really need to contribute, but Qi Yan.

The three of them sat cross-legged and began to read the scriptures softly.

Xiang Qiang looked at the Taoist robe on Qi Yan's body, and also found a place to sit cross-legged.

The audience was silent for a while, everyone knew that this was related to national affairs, and no one dared to be sloppy.

The relevant departments also sat quietly in front of the computer, looking at the video images transmitted from five places, and there were more than 20 people sitting in the entire hall, and there was no sound at all. All they saw was a picture on the big screen divided into five small grids, waiting for a miracle to happen.

In the Eastern Mountains, Lao Li Tou was wearing a strange-looking earth-colored robe, embroidered with a mountain range, a monk or not, a monk or not, looking extremely strange, but at the moment, no one laughed at the clothes on his body, but looked at his mouth shape and gestures intently.

"The seventeenth generation disciple of Hao Tu Xun Mumen......"

In the Western Mountains, Hao Meili is wearing a red Han robe, wearing a bright red forehead on her forehead, although she is no longer young, but this kind of dusty beauty can ignore age and time, which is something that emanates from her bones.

"The twenty-first generation disciple of the Red Cloth Sect ......"

In the southern mountain range, Lao Wang bit his fingers, drew a water wave pattern on his face, and slowly closed his eyes.

"The eleventh generation of disciples of the Shui Bo Sect ......"

In the northern mountains, the aunt who likes to wear sweaters wears a green long-distance run, wears a crown of twigs on her head, and pinched out a strange finger with both hands and saluted to the earth.

"The ninth generation disciple of the Mumen ...... today"

On the TV, the festively dressed host stepped onto the big stage amid a burst of joyful background music.

"Audience friends, there are still five minutes left before the Year of the Dog, and we once again wish the audience at the scene and in front of the TV a happy, happy, healthy and prosperous family."

"I wonder if you have any new wishes for the New Year?"

"Now let's hold the hands of our family members, say a word of blessing to them, and then let's look forward to the coming of the New Year."

"Our host has a couplet here that I want to dedicate to all the audience friends in Huaxia, in the last two minutes, let's read this couplet."

"Min'an Guotai welcomes the prosperous world!"

"The wind and rain are a good ode to the Chinese New Year!"

"Audience friends, let me count down together and cheer for the New Year!"

"Nineteen, Eight, Seven, Six......"

"Five-four-three-two-one!"

"Happy New Year!"

Boom!

Kyushu Chinese fireworks are blooming together, so beautiful, so dazzling, so beautiful that people forget all their troubles, just cheer for this moment.

At the same time, a certain five mountains in China emitted a light as bright as day, which was intertwined with gorgeous fireworks, and then scattered on this beautiful land. So conspicuous, yet so insignificant.

No one cared about these lights, they were busy telling blessings for their lovers and friends, they were busy complaining on the Internet about how boring the Spring Festival Gala was, complaining about how noisy the firecrackers were, teasing each other, and happily spending this Chinese New Year's Eve, which seemed to be not much different from previous years.

"It's finished."

Qi Yan looked at the bright light in the sky, showed a bright and silly smile, and then fell to the ground amid the cheers of Xiang Qiang and the others.

In the hall of the special department, more than 20 men and women could no longer hold back their tears as they watched the picture on the big screen.

It's done! It really happened!

This is the most beautiful New Year's gift in China, even though the people of China know nothing about the gift they have received.

After the early hours of the morning, a netizen posted a Weibo post.

I'm really not a panda: just now there was a mysterious light emitting from the mountain behind my house, and you said that there was no great immortal who succeeded in crossing the catastrophe.

This Weibo attracted the amusement of netizens, and even many people made up jokes about how monsters celebrate the New Year.

As a result, this Weibo became popular on the joyful Chinese New Year's Eve.

Under this Weibo, there is also an inconspicuous reply, but no one likes it, so it didn't attract anyone's attention.

I am Meimei Nana: Maybe it's not that there are great immortals, but that there are gods who have given us a mysterious gift from Huaxia.

Qi Yan found himself dreaming again.

He was still ten years old, lying on the table and drawing talismans, and the master was sitting in a shabby rocking chair next to him, drinking a teapot and making a noise.

"Master, can you make a lot of money by learning this, I will take you to a big city and live in a beautiful house in the future."

"Yo ho, there is such a big volunteer at such a young age?" The master's rocking chair creaked, but the smile on his face was very bright, "Okay, when you make a lot of money, you will leave the best house for me to live in." ”

"Hmm." Little Qi Yan nodded solemnly.

The master got up and walked up to him and gently stroked his forehead: "Child, although I am a person in Tianyi, I pay attention to doing things according to my heart, but there is one sentence that you can't forget. ”

"What?"

He looked up at the master, and the master's expression was rare solemn.

"The people of Tianyi Sect can never be treacherous and help the abuse."

"Do you mean to say that it makes me feel good?"

"Hahaha, what do you have in your heart?" The broad palms of his hands were bald on the top of his head.

"But I beg you to be obedient for the rest of your life, or you will come."

Qi Yan opened his eyes and saw Cen Baihe and Tao Yiru sitting next to his bed.

"Money, money!" Tao Yiru and Cen Baihe showed surprised expressions in unison.

Qi Yan held the hands of the two and smiled and bent his eyes.

He will be obedient in this life.