"Boy of the Li family, let the old man show you the door by one of the graves, not afraid of taboos?"

Uncle Qin's heart warmed when he heard this, but his mouth asked in a weird way.

"A little heroic spirit, a thousand miles of fast wind! What is there to fear?"

Li Changqing smiled frankly, he was not afraid of Bai Qiu, how could he care about something unnecessary?

"It's a 'little haoran, a thousand miles of fast wind!', interesting!"

After Uncle Qin finished speaking, the peachwood sword in his hand turned, and the last thunderbolt was slashed on the stone-shaped dragon head directly above the bronze door on the inside of the main hall, and he answered Li Changqing with action.

"Smack!"

The stone-shaped dragon's head exploded, turning into powder, and then a pitch-black stone door slowly fell.

"You two have a lot of time to chat, hurry up and leave!"

The pitch-black stone gate was quickly reduced to half, and Meng Hongru looked quite helpless in the face of the calm Li Changqing and Uncle Qin.

"Hmm!", Li Changqing and the others left the palace before the stone gate fell, standing in the corridor.

The bluestone slab under his feet shook, and the entire hall sank to the ground, revealing an empty stone room where the original hall was located.

Everything about the ancient tomb sank to the ground, and since then there has been one less grave keeper in the Dongfeng Tea Factory, and there is one more grumpy old janitor outside the grove on Zhongnan Mountain.

Some stories dissipated like wind and sand, just like Li Changqing didn't ask Uncle Qin, who was buried in the sarcophagus under the golden dragon chair?

Coming out of the ancient tomb, the snake plague was solved, and Li Changqing's steps were much brisker, allowing Uncle Qin to temporarily live at home at the bottom of the mountain.

Li Dahai and Liu Cui'e felt that Old Man Qin was lonely and helpless, and they were naturally pitiful, so they naturally would not object, and took care of Uncle Qin's daily life.

In addition to reading, feeding chickens, and taking care of the vegetable patch on the mountain, Li Changqing usually took time to go to the mountain to build a comfortable cabin for Uncle Qin outside the grove.

Li Dahai and Liu Cui'e felt that the humidity on the mountain was heavy, and there were wild beasts at night, so they were worried that Uncle Qin's body would not be able to bear it, so they taught Li Changqing to come up with random ideas and let Uncle Qin live with them at the bottom of the mountain, but Uncle Qin's temper was like a stubborn stone in a dung pit, and he moved to the mountain proudly.

The days returned to their former peace, and Li Changqing continued his farming and reading life in the mountains.

In the morning, the sun has just risen.

The warm yellow sunlight sprinkled in the verdant forest, reflecting the colorful brilliance, the tall and dense forest from time to time came the crisp chirping of birds, some small animals vigilantly stepped on the dead leaves under the tall trees, pricked up their ears very cautiously, once the wind and grass moved, they rushed to the weeds from the inside.

The brook in the valley flowed loudly, running happily in the ravine, and the golden wild chrysanthemums on the slopes on both sides swayed in the wind, revealing their delicate stamens, and in the middle hung crystal dewdrops, and occasionally a bee or two perched on them.

The whole mountain is full of natural tranquility, which is unbearable to infringe on.

A few wisps of cooking smoke rose from the small wooden house hidden in the woods at the foot of the mountain, which brought some fireworks to Zhong Nanshan.

On the tortuous mountain road behind the mountain, Chen Yaru, Xie Manshan, Lu Qian, and He Guangyao waited for gifts to thank Li Changqing for saving his life.

"Uncle Shi, you see, Master Li lives in that grove!"

When he arrived at the top of the back mountain, He Guangyao pointed to an ordinary grove at the foot of Zhong Nanshan Mountain opposite, and said with respect.

"Brilliant people!"

When the sun first rose, it was very suitable for looking at qi, Lu Qian looked at it fixedly, and four words popped out of his mouth.

"Master Lu, is Master Li's residence environment very good?"

Thanks to Li Changqing's removal of Bai Qiu, the excavation project of the ancient tomb of Dongfeng Tea Farm in Xie Manshan is proceeding in an orderly manner, but so far no significant value has been found.

"On the contrary, Master Li's residence is like a vertical chicken nest, how can a vertical chicken nest save eggs? This is very taboo in Feng Shui, and ordinary people living in this environment all year round may lead to bankruptcy!"

Lu Qian's attainments in feng shui are indeed extraordinary, several levels higher than He Guangyao, and you can see the feng shui pattern of the environment where the cabin is located at a glance.

In fact, Lu Qian is right, if Li Changqing did not bind the system of the hundred schools of thought, he would use his family's savings to contract Zhong Nanshan and farm on the mountain, it is very likely that he will end up bankrupt as Lu Qian said!

"Then why did you just say that you are a brilliant person?", Xie Manshan listened confused.

"This is the peculiar place of feng shui! Some people, if their life is not enough, even if they live in the treasure land of feng shui, in the end they will still be bleak at night! Some people, with special life or immortal talents, can fly up the branches in the mud nest, and the sparrow will become a phoenix!"

After Lu Qian saw that there were mountain people outside the mountain, he changed his previous unruly temperament, and continued to explain patiently in popular language:

"Master Li is a genius in the world, because of Master Li, the feng shui pattern of eggs and chickens flying, has become a young phoenix slope, similar to the Wollongong of Zhuge Wuhou of the Three Kingdoms, if it is not out, it will be three-point in the world! If in troubled times, Master Li will definitely be able to stir up the wind and clouds, and leave a name in history! Unfortunately, now the world is peaceful, it can only be said that Master Li has his life, and he has no time, so he can only live in seclusion in the mountains, and he doesn't know when he can make a blockbuster!"

"What does Master Lu mean is that because of Master Li, a master, he has turned the evil land into a spiritual land?"

Xie Manshan heard Lu Qian compare Li Changqing to Zhuge Wuhou, and his heart was fascinated.

"Well, don't you hear that the mountains are not there, if there are immortals, if there are immortals, if there are immortals, if there are dragons, they will be spiritual!", Lu Qian nodded and said.

There is such an episode, Chen Yaru and others have a different mentality when they visit Li Changqing, and Li Changqing is boiling porridge with tree roots under the wooden shed!

Outside the grove, a newly built wooden house appeared in front of everyone, and an old man with gray hair sat on a chair and dozed off.

"Hey, when did you get an extra cabin?"

The last time He Guangyao came, there was nothing, and when he saw Uncle Qin, he felt a little familiar.

"Aren't you the janitor at the Dongfeng Tea Farm? Why are you here?"

Chen Yaru remembered Uncle Qin's scolding vividly and recognized Uncle Qin.

"What are you doing? Who told you to come here? Don't you know there's a wolf on the mountain? Go down, go down!"

Uncle Qin's morning dream was disturbed, and Chen Yaru and the others were the fuse that led to the demise of the ancient tomb of Dongfeng Tea Field, so he waved his hand and said angrily.

"That's right! Master Li saved our lives, and we are here to thank him!"

Although Chen Yaru didn't know the relationship between Uncle Qin and Li Changqing, since Li Changqing could let him live outside the grove, the relationship was definitely not shallow, and after being beaten in vain, he still explained in a good voice.

"Hmph, if you want to find the Li family boy, go by yourself, it's in the grove!"

Uncle Qin snorted coldly and continued to race the sun with his eyes closed.