To the south of Drifting Snow City, there is a narrow and quiet alley called Wuyi Lane.

This is a very old alley, older than Drifting Snow City, and there are old houses on both sides of the alley, the architectural style is completely different from most of the buildings in the city. The alley is long and narrow, and the bluestone slabs on the ground have been stepped on smoothly by generations of pedestrians, telling the footprints of the ancestors. The entire alley silently exudes an ancient, twilight atmosphere, and standing in this alley, it seems that you can travel back in time to thousands of years ago and touch the years when the ancestors of the alliance were dressed in the south.

The alley is very narrow, but this is the root of Drifting Snow City, which is rumored to have been expanded around Wuyi Alley, and was once the residence of many dignitaries and nobles and literati. Unfortunately, the once prosperous city has long been lonely, becoming a forgotten and abandoned wasteland, and the old houses on both sides of the alley are dilapidated. Anyone with a little ability has long since moved out of this place, leaving this ancient building slowly waiting for complete annihilation in time. However, although it has long been abandoned, this wasteland still has some breath of life, and there are still people who stubbornly settle on this wasteland.

Feng Qianbo lives in Wuyi Lane, and it is the oldest and most dilapidated house at the end of Wuyi Lane.

At noon, a wisp of pipa suddenly sounded faintly in Wuyi Alley, and a carriage slowly drove into Wuyi Alley and came to the end of this ancient alley.

Zhao Xuemin sat cross-legged in the carriage, caressing the Feixue pipa in his arms, and Hong Yuan drove it himself.

The two came together, with no retinue or escort with them, except for a maid.

The carriage stopped steadily at the end of the alley, and what appeared in front of him was an old mansion that had been abandoned for thousands of years, Hong Yuan looked up, and there were two ancient characters written above the gate: 'Fengfu'.

Under the erosion of time, the huge and magnificent mansion of the past has been dilapidated, but the two ancient characters are still vigorous and powerful, and they look like they were carved directly on the stone slab with some kind of sword. Hong Yuan stepped out of the carriage and looked, the surroundings were quiet, there was no sign of human habitation, only a wild cat ran not far away, meowed under the broken wall and disappeared.

"This is the old mansion of Feng Qianbo Ancestor, and according to legend, Feng Fu was the first big family to move from the Central Plains to the Alliance. ”

Zhao Xuemin got out of the carriage and walked slowly to Hong Yuan's side. Before leaving, she changed into a new outfit, dressed as a man as usual, and looked like a scholar with a full belly of nylon. The heavenly court is full, a pair of eyes are bright and bright, with the wisdom of a scholar who reads poetry and books, and there is an innate heroic spirit in his gestures.

"It turns out that he is still a descendant of a wealthy nobleman. Hong Yuan looked the ancient Wind Mansion up and down.

"The ancestral homes here are all wealthy nobles. ”

Zhao Xuemin smiled and said: "The territory of the Divine Ghost Continent is vast, and there have been many empires and wealthy families in history, each leading the way for thousands of years, and each gate valve is full of ups and downs. If you really have to extrapolate thousands of years, each of us is a descendant of the nobility, and everyone's ancestors have been glorified. ”

"In this way, I, Hong Yuan, am also a descendant of the nobility. ”

Hong Yuan smiled and walked to the door with Zhao Xuemin.

The maid who followed the two quickly stepped forward and knocked on the door with the knocker, but there was no response. Reaching out and pushing lightly, the door opened, and there was no sign of anyone living here, and a thick layer of fallen leaves was piled up on the ground. Walking in and looking around, there are signs of dilapidated loneliness, and cobwebs are hung under the eaves. Although it was noon, there was no sunlight in the old house, the ancient trees in the courtyard were luxuriant, and the collapsed and broken walls were crawling with all kinds of vines.

"Zhao Xue, are we in the wrong place?" Hong Yuan frowned, and there was no trace of anyone living here. In addition, when I entered this old mansion, I felt very uncomfortable.

"That's right, that old guy lives here, Liu Hong, you can wait for us in the carriage. Zhao Xuemin commanded.

"Yes. ”

The maid Liu Hong bowed down and waited quietly outside the door, Hong Yuan felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong for a while.

"Hong Yuan, what do you think of this place?" Zhao Xuemin asked.

Hong Yuan didn't know what Zhao Xuemin meant, and said, "This...... , it's okay. ”

"Haha, Hong Yuan, you are too polite. This place is simply terrible, and you can't find anything worse in the whole of Drifting Snow City. This place was originally a treasure of feng shui, and a simple clean-up can reproduce the demeanor and glory of the ancestors of the Feng clan, but unfortunately, someone's brain is a tendon, and what the ancestors left behind is all good, not a single grass or tree can be moved, and it is extremely stupid to waste such a good place in vain!" Zhao Xuemin shook his head, and his voice became louder and louder.

"Zhao Xue......"

Hong Yuan felt even more wrong, and was about to interrupt Zhao Xuemin's words, when he suddenly reacted in his heart, and vaguely guessed Zhao Xuemin's intentions.

"Having said that, Fengfu is definitely a rare treasure of feng shui, and it is where the dragon veins of Drifting Snow City are located. Tear down this large area of land, just to make room for a new Zhao family compound to welcome the new life of the Zhao family. Hong Yuan, tell me, how many years can this feng shui treasure land help the Zhao family extend their luck? Eight hundred years, or a thousand years?" Zhao Xuemin asked, looking at Hong Yuan seriously, and blinked secretly.

"This ......"

Hong Yuan understood what Zhao Xuemin meant, pretending to be a fortune teller in the rivers and lakes, and said: "This depends on whether you are willing to pay the capital, the original buildings and trees cannot be wanted, and you even have to dig three feet into the ground to remove the original bad luck, and then fill the black soil transported from the endless abyss, and lay down a huge spirit gathering array." In this way, we can awaken the dragon veins under Drifting Snow City and extend the Zhao family's luck to a thousand years, or even endlessly!"

The wind suddenly blew in the courtyard, and the fallen leaves on the ground flew up, forming small whirlpools.

Hong Yuan secretly paid attention, and the uncomfortable feeling in his heart became even stronger, and he felt a cold invisible murderous aura.

"Then how can we completely get rid of the bad luck here in Fengfu?" Zhao Xuemin looked respectful and asked.

"As I said just now, we have to dig three feet into the ground and remove all the things in Fengfu. This place is too dilapidated, too decaying, rotten not only this old mansion, but also the hearts of the people. Some people are obviously still alive, but their hearts have been rotten for thousands of years, and they need to scrape their bones to heal their hearts, wasting the feng shui treasures left by their ancestors in vain. Zhao Xue, if your Zhao family really wants to use this feng shui treasure land and revive the style of the Zhao family and Drifting Snow City, you must act quickly, and it is best to do it today. According to my calculation of Futumen, today is a good day to break ground, and after today, digging three feet into the ground will be greatly discounted, and it will not be possible to completely remove the bad luck of Fengfu. Hong Yuan and Zhao Xuemin responded to each other, and the two became more and more tacit.

The wind was stronger and colder, Hong Yuan and Zhao Xuemin were casual, but Liu Hong, the maid standing outside the gate, took a few steps back, shivering a little cold.

"Okay, let's do it now, a fire will burn down the Feng Mansion and the surrounding old mansions!" Zhao Xuemin nodded, raised his hand and sent out an arrow, as if to inform the Zhao family disciples to do it. In the distance, there was a quick sound of horns, and it seemed that a large group of people began to rush over.

The cold wind blew, and a cold snort suddenly came from the depths of the ground. There was a terrifying scene in the courtyard, the thick fallen leaves all fluttered, spun rapidly in the air, and then roared towards Hong Yuan and Zhao Xuemin like a sharp blade.

"Zhao Xue, be careful!"

Hong Yuan pulled out the autumn water knife and stood back to back with Zhao Xuemin, blocking the whistling fallen leaves. The fallen leaves that looked light and fluttering, suddenly with a thousand strengths, and even Hong Yuan's tiger's mouth was a little numb after swinging more than a dozen fallen leaves. Seeing that the two of them were extraordinary, a strong wind blew in the courtyard, and the fallen leaves flew all over the sky, rolling towards the two of them all over the world, wrapping their bodies at once.

Outside the gate, the maid Liu Hong trembled, and drew her sword to rush to help, but as soon as she crossed the threshold, she was shaken out by an invisible wind. The courtyard, which had just looked peaceful and secluded, was suddenly filled with a sinister and violent force.