"Song Daxia, what are you reading?" The burly man Hong Sheng was a little confused, generally speaking, the magic trick that needs to be recited is either to launch some kind of powerful move, or to deepen his memory and facilitate comprehension when cultivating.

However, Song Tianlong's actions were obviously not the above two situations, and what Song Tianlong was reading was unheard of for a martial artist like Hong Sheng, who focused on cultivating muscle strength.

"It's the art of Feng Shui. On the side, the pseudo-saint Tianzhu naturally disdained to pay attention to Hong Sheng's question, but Xiao Qinglian also lit up, watching Song Tianlong's every move thoughtfully.

The Pseudo-Saint Heavenly Punishment was born of bloody anger, and the entire Southern Spirit Wilderness buried countless corpses and bones, where would they care about the method of feng shui? On the contrary, Xiao Qinglian was born in Jianyin Village, and as the mausoleum guard of the Ji clan, Xiao Qinglian's familiarity with such feng shui tombs was far greater than that of Hong Sheng and even the Pseudo-Saint Heavenly Punishment.

The Ji clan began to be orthodox for the human race from the Yellow Emperor Ji Xuanyuan, and every member of the royal family after death will have a special selection of each mausoleum, which is also in Jianyin Village that day, the village chief Ji Chilie once said to Ji Wushen, the imperial tomb of Jianyin Village is where the dragon vein is, once it goes through a change, it will affect the foundation of the entire Huaxia Dynasty!

Ji Wushen's rebellion led to the final destruction of Jianyin Village, and how much impact it would have on the Huaxia Dynasty after all, everyone present at this time had no way of knowing.

Getting back to the point, it was the little girl Ji Qinglian who also began to study the huge tomb in front of her with Song Tianlong.

It is said to be a tomb, but in fact, on the surface, it is still an inconspicuous hill, but in the eyes of Song Tianlong and Xiao Qinglian, with the distinction and straightening out of the qi of heaven and earth here, the mystery of this beetle-tailed poisonous spider tomb is also being lifted little by little.

"The acupoint of the Son of Heaven must be natural, and it is the meridian, the meridian, and the four positive directions. Dry or kun, the green dragon and white tiger must be symmetrical and even, the Mingtang must be broad, as the case mountain, there must be a dragon and phoenix to lead a hundred beasts to the court, and the weather is majestic and grand......" Xiao Qinglian also said.

Song Tianlong, who was observing the tomb, turned his head, looked at the little girl with a serious face, and couldn't help but smile and said: "The cave of the Son of Heaven must be the Ninety-Five Supreme Destiny, the worm-tailed poisonous spider is not the Son of Heaven, and it can't stand such a powerful tomb." ”

Xiao Qinglian actually knows a little about the pattern of feng shui, in her family, all that needs to be buried are royal blood, and the pattern of the natural selection of tombs is also determined according to the tomb of the Son of Heaven, but I don't know that there are other sayings.

Song Tianlong had the intention of letting Xiao Qinglian realize the mystery here, after all, it was Xiao Qinglian herself who would accept the inheritance next.

Being able to allow Xiao Qinglian to receive a little more information and insight at this time can be regarded as a little more protection for the crisis that Xiao Qinglian has to face.

"It's interesting. Song Tianlong said with a smile, "This worm-tailed poisonous spider really regards itself as a dragon, the mountain is divided into two poles, looking for the dragon and asking the hole!"

Song Tianlong's fingers pinched a mysterious trick, and they clicked on the east, south, west, and north directions of the hill respectively, and then put his hands together, and recited words in his mouth: "The dragon recognizes life and death, the hole is serious and false, the sand recognizes the rough show, the water recognizes the straight, and the pure flaws are ......."

"The creation of the tomb of this beetle-tailed poisonous spider should be borrowed from my famous cave in Changzhou's 'lotus leaf cover golden turtle', with the poisonous spider body implying the golden shell, the worm tail is the dragon vein, and the lotus leaf is where the veil of this hill is located!"

"Found it!" Song Tianlong's eyes froze, and his finger pointed to a corner of the hill, and everyone looked at it, and they were stunned to find that if Song Tianlong didn't point it out, there was nothing special about that place at all, but Song Tianlong really had some traces of artificiality.

In the direction that Song Tianlong pointed, there was a slightly convex clod of soil in the shape, if you didn't pay special attention to it, in fact, it was not an uncommon thing that there was a clod of soil on the hill, and after careful observation, everyone found that the position of this piece of soil was very peculiar, impartial, in the middle of the entire hill.

Of course, this center can only be seen after Song Tianlong has clearly distinguished the various directions of the hill, and then determined the direction of the dragon vein, the front and back of the turtle shell, and so on.

Hong Sheng was the most excited one, and shouted loudly at the moment: "Then what are you waiting for, let's go!"

Saying that, Hong Sheng also thought about walking straight over.

"Are you looking for death!" Hong Sheng had just taken two steps forward, but the pseudo-saint Tianzhu was furious, and when he saw a wave of his cuffs, a majestic bloody aura enveloped Hong Sheng's body.

Hong Sheng shouted in panic: "What are you doing?!" The next moment, Hong Sheng's whole person was carried away by the bloody qi and fell to the ground on the side.

Hong Sheng struggled to get up from the ground, and in the face of the suddenly angry pseudo-saint Heavenly Punishment, even though Hong Sheng was dissatisfied from the bottom of his heart, he didn't dare to refute it out loud.

Song Tianlong glanced at the pseudo-saint Tianzhu, and said with a secret smile in his heart: "This guy's human touch is really getting stronger and stronger. ”

Even a guy like Hong Sheng, who has nothing to do with the pseudo-saint Tianzhu, came to the rescue.

"You can't just walk over like this. Song Tianlong said to Hong Sheng. "Since we are accepting the inheritance of our ancestors, the first thing we need to do is to show respect for our ancestors. ”

As he spoke, Song Tianlong looked around, picked up a few sleek stones, and then picked up dead branches and fallen leaves from a few places next to the stones, and stacked them neatly in the direction of the protruding clod.

"What is this for?" asked Hong Sheng a little strangely.

"Shut up!" the pseudo-saint Tianzhu spoke impatiently again, and Hong Sheng remembered his still sore buttocks, and quickly covered his mouth with amusement.

Song Tianlong finished everything in front of him, and then explained: "There must be sacrifices to worship the ancestors, there is no living food here, we can only replace them with items with similar shapes, you come with me, worship the tomb in front of you, no matter whether the ancestor of this beetle-tailed poisonous spider is good or evil when he is alive, but it is willing to leave a legacy, for us descendants, it is worthy of respect." ”

As he spoke, Song Tianlong knelt in front of the small pile of stones, and kowtowed respectfully three times in the direction of the tomb.

Xiao Qinglian was the first to follow Song Tianlong's approach, and Hong Sheng was the second. What Hong Sheng didn't expect was that on the contrary, the pseudo-saint Tianzhu insisted on standing and did not kneel and kowtow.

"Lord Tianzhu, aren't you going to bow down?" asked Hong Sheng.

The pseudo-saint Tianzhu stood with his hands in his hands: "I am a congenitally born spiritual creature, I never respect God and fear God, I have nothing to ask for it, and naturally I don't need to salute." ”