When the day dawned, Yi Shuihan and the obscene uncle got out of bed at the same time, of course, the latter got off the sofa, Yi Shuihan slept soundly when he came back from the field, and he naturally couldn't wake him up and let him go to bed to sleep, which disturbed his good dreams, so Yi Shuihan just covered him with a blanket.

But if you think about it, even if you sleep on the sofa, the lewd uncle shouldn't feel how aggrieved, this European-style sofa with first-class workmanship and texture is definitely much more luxurious and comfortable than the thatched house he rented for 300 yuan a month plus a wooden bed, even if he has a good dream of a beautiful girl, he can do it more comfortably.

Yi Shuihan* walked into the bathroom with his upper body to brush his teeth and wash his face, while the lewd uncle stood aside and took care of his flowing hair that had not been washed for half a year, with a very obscene smile on his face, and nodded quite smugly from time to time, as if he was very satisfied with his hairstyle, and sprayed most of the hairspray that was estimated to be left by the owner of this villa, so that a strong and pungent smell of hairspray lingered in a radius of ten meters from the whole villa, and he always seemed to have a soft spot for hairspray.

After Yi Shuihan finished washing, the obscene uncle hastily took a little water with his hand and wiped it on his face a few times, and then said.

"Damn it, tap water, let's go, I'll invite you to a big meal."

"How big is the meal?"

Yi Shuihan was skeptical, looked at the sun outside the window, and confirmed that the sun had not risen from the west today.

"It's about that big."

The lewd uncle circled his arms and signaled that the meal was about this size.

Yi Shuihan followed the uncle into his dilapidated Skoda taxi in disbelief, and the obscene uncle inserted the key to start the car, and the sound of the motor was as earth-shattering as ever, causing pedestrians not far away to slander for a while, and the secret road was that the stupid 13 early in the morning drove a huge old ox cart to travel.

The lewd uncle drove the car very slowly today, as if he was deliberately pinching and waiting for something, and his face was no longer the usual debauchery, but vaguely revealed a serious meaning, and the car swayed for more than two hours before stopping at the foot of a mountain range on the outskirts of Taixian County.

Yi Shuihan looked dazed, he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the lewd uncle's gourd, but he didn't ask out loud, just quietly leaned on the side of the car and watched the obscene uncle with a serious face staring up and down the mountain range, and the unusually old lewd man also took out some feng shui tanks similar to Taoist warlocks and a peachwood seven-star sword from the trunk of the car.

"Old obscene, what's the matter, do you want to hunt wild pheasants?"

Yi Shuihan lit a Yellow Mountain in his hand, took a sip and said with a smile.

"Fight the Siberian tigers!"

The lewd uncle had a solemn face, his brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes never left the mountain for half a second from beginning to end, and he occasionally said something in his mouth.

Yi Shuihan's expression condensed slightly, glanced at the obscene uncle, and then turned his gaze to the quaint mountain range that seemed to be plain but was actually hidden and majestic.

The mountain range in front of him, Yi Shuihan can vaguely see one or two points extraordinary, but the Han country is vast and the mountains and rivers are vast, and the mountain range in front of him with a little dragon qi has to have six or seven figures without seven or eight figures, compared to the shocking dragon veins that originated in Kunlun, this slightly extraordinary mountain range is a little not worth mentioning, even if it leads to all the luck and breaks the sky, it can only make people walk smoothly, as for other more, I really dare not ask for extravagance.

"Do you still have any research on Kanyu?"

Yi Shuihan simply sat on the hood of the car, threw out the burned out shaking head in his hand, and clasped his hands around his chest.

"I understand a little bit, I used to learn from my master for a few years, but I haven't learned two or three points of his old man's advanced style, and now I think about it and I'm a little ashamed of his old man, he always said that I can compare with the fairy Liu Bowen hundreds of years ago, but now it seems that there is no play, I wonder how my master and his old man are so hand-eyed and a fairy figure, how can I still look at my lump of mud that can't support the wall, is it really old and dizzy? Forget it, damn it, I don't want to think about it, it's easy to be sad in spring and summer if I think about it too much. ”

The obscene uncle is rarely serious, and the corners of his mouth raise a self-deprecating smile.

"It's sad and sad."

Yi Shuihan corrected with a smile.

"Damn, aren't they all the same, and summer and autumn are not much different."

He pursed his lips obscenely and motioned for Yi Shuihan to throw a cigarette to him, and the latter directly threw a whole box of Huangshan over.

"It's uncertain whether you can eat this feast, but even if you can't eat it, you can't let that old guy in the north use this qi on his grandson, who is quite dragon and tiger, otherwise your turtle's hope will be a little slim."

The lewd uncle lit the cigarette, looked at the undulating small dragon veins of the mountain not far away, and whispered to himself.

"What are you muttering alone, what's wrong, do you miss your emerald flowers again?"

Yi Shuihan quipped.

This time, the obscene uncle rarely did not refute, and his back to Yi Shuihan's expression darkened for no reason, and he said slowly.

"Cuihua's mother-in-law is a good mother-in-law, but in this life, I want to be born on the same kang as her An Ansheng, who does our business, leaks too many heavenly opportunities and is not treated by God, which is both a loss of yin virtue and a loss of yang longevity, I am afraid that the prince of Yama will arrest me on a whim and play mahjong with him, so instead of letting her have hope and then experience despair, it is better to give her despair at the beginning, isn't this reason."

The obscene uncle and Yi Shuihan have been staying for a long time, and they have also learned that their northerners call the bed a kang, but his expression is a little sad, and he never thought that he would be lonely for most of his life.

Yi Shuihan's expression was unexplained when he heard this, and he didn't know how to persuade him, so he simply remained silent.

"It's coming!"

The obscene uncle jumped up from the ground, holding the peachwood seven-star sword in his right hand and the feng shui tank in his left hand, and his body rushed forward eight steps, and the peachwood seven-star sword in his hand was vigorously inserted into the ground, and the feng shui tank was immediately upside down on the hilt of the sword.

Yi Shuihan only heard a crisp dragon roar from this not very majestic mountain range, and then a faint white light gathered into the feng shui tank, and then dissipated within a zhang around him.

At the same time, an angry roar was heard from a magnificent Gothic-style villa in the north, and a middle-aged man with outstanding gas had a gloomy face and undisguised anger flashing in his eyes.

Beside the man sat an old man who was not angry and arrogant, his brows furrowed slightly, exuding a trembling majesty.

"Can you find out who it is?"

The old man squinted, unable to see much expression on his face, and asked.

Although the middle-aged man had a transcendent status, he still didn't dare to hold it up in front of this angry old man, and shook his head with a completely subordinate attitude.

"It's very difficult, this time the only remaining part of the luck in the rivers and lakes involves a wide area, but this person can intercept the luck we pulled so cleanly, it must be located at eight inches of the entire dragon vein, probably in the territory of Province A today, and the method of intercepting the luck is not under me."

The old man lowered his head and played with the two Hetian jade beads in his hand, with a thoughtful expression.

"That's it, the battle of luck is something outside the body after all, you go down first."

"Yes, sir."

The middle-aged man with a detached position bowed respectfully, and then exited the villa.

The old man, who was still heroic despite his age, looked at the back of the first master of the Han Kingdom, and his face was as unmoving as a mountain, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.