100,000 mountains, after several days of rainy days, the east mountain finally ushered in the golden light.

The smiles on the faces of the mountain people are as bright as the sun shining on their faces.

The mountain people brought out chairs and benches, sat outside to bask in the sun, or took out quilts dyed with spring tides to warm up the spring sunshine, or carried hoes to the fields to clean up the weeds that had sprung up in the fields.

The green mountains and green waters, the gentle breeze, and the distant mountain songs, let the spring light of the farewell days shine again.

Emerald River, the river water has become as green and quiet as in the past, in the early morning drunk, there are boats and rafts, mostly boats coming and going out of the mountains, there are also a person holding a pole, a person casting a net fishing village couple.

As in the past, this mountain is always there, this water is evergreen, and this person is still the same.

On the Emerald River, a small canopy boat is moving forward with a pole in between, and Jiang Xiaobai's movements are slow, but the boat is like a brisk fish swimming on the water.

After breakfast, he came out in a boat.

Not for anything else, but to find a place where feng shui is full of spiritual energy.

Now that the formation has eyebrows, the next step is to find a feng shui blessed place according to the fragment and "bury" the woman in white.

It sounds so scary, but it's just doing what the book says.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't have any extra thoughts, now he just wanted to settle this cause as soon as possible, so that he could be busy with his own affairs, after all, that golden lotus was still in his mud pill, if he didn't study it well, it would be a little difficult to settle down after all.

The boat rippled on the surface of the river, and Jiang Xiaobai's eyebrows looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance, soothing his spirit.

After all, he has been idle for more than ten years, and a lot of things have happened in recent days, which still makes him a little tired and tired.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Xiaobai arrived in front of a familiar landscape.

Feilong Peak, the former retreat of Lao Dao, is now a place of rest.

After all, the old way has only been gone for a long time, and when he came here again, Jiang Xiaobai was a little sentimental, and his heart was mixed.

I thought of the old man who was sometimes frivolous and white-haired and looked up for wine, and sometimes smiled and talked strangely.

There are also old black couples who always enter in pairs, flying in unison.

As soon as the mountain is empty, the mountain is the mountain, but the people leave the grave.

Jiang Xiaobai jumped ashore from the boat, looked for the path that had been paved with green grass, and walked towards the mountain.

After about twenty minutes of foot strength, Jiang Xiaobai came to the cliff where the old vine often hangs.

Jumping under his feet, as in the past, he walked towards the opposite peak step by step.

I don't have a leisurely stroll, because I know that the opposite thing is wrong, and my footsteps are always a little worse than in the past.

After passing, Jiang Xiaobai entered Merlin.

The grass house is still there, the plum forest is empty, the stumps are scattered, and it looks a little sluggish.

The square pavilion in the center was turned into ashes when the old road was turned into a road, and there were still some black traces.

There, two well-dressed mounds stood there, not tall.

With the old black couple by their side, Lao Dao will not be lonely.

Jiang Xiaobai walked to the mound, knelt down on his legs, kowtowed three times, and his brows were stained with mud and dust crumbs.

He made a move to the bamboo basket he was carrying behind him, and a yellow porcelain altar sealed with a red cloth fell into his hand.

A strong aroma of wine overflowed from the mouth of the jar and wafted out.

Jiang Xiaobai tore off the seal above, sprinkled it in front of the mound of clothes, and put half of the altar in front.

"Old man, I haven't been here for a long time, I'm gluttonous. ”

He smiled and whispered.

"You're gone, and no one wants to drink this wine, no wonder you're not used to it. ”

"Xiaolu and I are very good, don't worry about it, old man. ”

"You always let me go out to see the world more, I went out a few days ago, it's good........."

He knelt in front of the grave, whispering softly about what had happened recently, sometimes laughing, sometimes softly, as before, when he encountered something, he always had to say a few words to the old man.

Jiang Xiaobai was talking in front of the old grave, as if the wind blowing on the top of the mountain could carry it over.

After half a cup of tea, he finished speaking, got up from the ground, and then walked away, out of Merlin.

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Feilong Mountain, the mountain is meandering, there is the momentum of the flying dragon ascending to the sky, the tributaries of the Jade River under the mountain are circling, and there is the game of the dragon playing shallow water, here is a blessed land of feng shui.

After Jiang Xiaobai came down from the Flying Dragon Peak, he wandered in the mountains, looking for a place where the wind and qi were gathered.

After searching for about an hour, he found an open valley with a back to the mountain wall, and a small stream winding in front of it.

As far as the eye can see, the concentration of aura in this place is two or three percent stronger than that in other places in the mountain.

He thought about it, and that was it.

These 100,000 mountains must have a better feng shui than this place, but the time is a little rushed, so he can do his best.

After Jiang Xiaobai chose the place, he started to work on the next step.

He found a huge rock on the mountain, and then hollowed out the rock with his true qi and tools.

It took a lot of effort to make a stone box that was one person tall and three feet wide.

It should be said that it is for pretending to be human.

Not to mention, this kung fu is really tiring, although the big iron knife and iron hoe brought are sharp under the infusion of true qi, they seem to be unable to bear it for a long time, and the gap is cracked.

Jiang Xiaobai's true qi in his dantian was also consumed a lot.

But he didn't stop to rest, and went to other places in the mountains.

On the top of a certain peak in the east of Shandong, he found a "yang stone" that was exposed to the sun every day.

I went to the shade of the mountain and found a "yin stone" that was not exposed to sunlight all year round.

In the fragment, it is said that the eye of the formation needs to be replaced by something of yin and yang.

Marking runes on it increases the mana of the formation.

Jiang Xiaobai thought about it for a while, and took local materials, and the things he originally planned to set up were stones.

And this whole day, in Feilong Mountain, there is a "fool" moving the mountain.

A figure walks between the mountains and forests of Feilong Mountain with a big stone, or throws stones in the mountain, like a demon.

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Late that night, Jiang Xiaobai rowed a boat and went to Wumu Mountain.

He took the woman in white over, and then rowed a boat to Feilong Mountain.

The old monk Kongming also followed, wanting to see how Jiang Xiaobai dealt with this matter.

After arriving at the selected feng shui land in Feilong Mountain, Jiang Xiaobai held the body of the princess of the ancient kingdom and put it into the prepared sarcophagus, and then lifted the stone cover and covered it.

True Qi operated, and with a force in his hand, he pushed the sarcophagus into the big pit that had been dug next to it, and then placed the two yang stones and yin stones engraved with runes in the pit, one left and one right.

Then he didn't "pity the fragrance and cherish the jade" at all and took a shovel to cover the soil on it, waving it and flying straight.

And the other array stones engraved with runes had already been buried in the surrounding ground by him in advance.

More than 20 minutes later, Jiang Xiaobai threw the shovel in his hand.

"Whew"

He let out a long breath, a rare sweat on his forehead.

The innate body has been initially detached, and sweating is indeed rare.

However, Jiang Xiaobai worked hard for a day, did not stop, and his spirit was almost exhausted, so he showed signs of collapse.

Fortunately, this matter is finally over.

And the old monk of Kongming, who was looking at him on the side, had a rare look on his face.

"Xiaoyou, you buried her like this?"

Thinking about it, when the old monk saw this scene, he was also suspicious.