"I didn't kill Teacher Shan. I retorted in a low voice.

At that time, I didn't have any bullets in my hand, but I just got a glimpse of Mr. Shan's biggest flaw, but I couldn't kill him.

"There was a moment when you wanted to kill him on the spot. If he doesn't die, you will die under the Nine Limits Nail. Killing is not just killing with hands and contact, as long as you have a strong murderous intent, it is already 'killing'. Do you know that the mountains, rivers, grass and trees all have spirituality, and as long as something senses your violent killing intent, it will take action on your behalf. The ancients said that if you don't forget, there will be an echo, and that's the truth. Hehehehe, Miss Lian is a smart person, she must understand what I'm talking about, right?" Zhang Quanzhong laughed.

When I was controlled by the Shan clan, I did have a sense of collapse at the end of the road, and I did have murderous intentions towards Teacher Shan.

At that time, he was a wolf, and I was a shepherd who was cornered. He wanted to eat me, and I had to resist, and I couldn't care about grace and morality.

Lian Chengbi nodded: "Yes, Tianshi, I felt your murderous aura, so I focused on aiming, and just waited for you to lure Teacher Shan out of the mourning hall, and then shot him with one shot." It's a pity that we were all too light on the enemy, and completely ignored the ambush soldiers laid out by Teacher Shan in advance. So, I was also restrained on the spot and was caught in an urn. ”

I was caught in the brace of the two of them at their worst thoughts, and I couldn't help blushing slightly.

If I hadn't been forced to do it, I wouldn't have been murderous. The Shan clan is too pressing, and it deserves to be defeated.

The car was very fast, and the conversation reached the intersection of the southwest gate of Daming Lake. Another 300 meters to the west, Zhang Quanzhong instructed the driver to turn left and enter the back street of Tongyuan Bureau.

Soon, the car stopped, and the rear of the car was facing the black lacquered wooden door of an old house, and the door number on the upper right of the door frame was No. 18.

Everything proceeded quickly and silently, and the ice coffin was carried into the north room of the courtyard without attracting the attention of passers-by.

"Let everyone go and leave only the two of you. Zhang Quanzhong commanded.

Lian Chengbi arranged for his subordinates to retreat by car, then closed the wooden door and locked it.

This is an ordinary and somewhat shabby courtyard, on the roof of the north house, the withered grass is prosperous and withered.

Tongyuanju Backstreet is one of the famous old streets and alleys in Jinan City, and the government deliberately requires residents to retain the original historical appearance and not repair and renovate at will. Therefore, as soon as you walk into this kind of courtyard, time seems to go back to 60 years, back to the time when a great country was first built and was in ruins.

There are three rooms in the north house, and the ice coffin has been placed in the center of the main house at this moment.

"Tianshi, the feng shui here is a little weird!" Lian Chengbi whispered in my ear.

At this moment, I am facing the North House, which is geographically due north, while the city is facing south.

I turned around and faced due south.

As an old Jinan native, I know very well that the east of the backstreet of Tongyuan Bureau is the "West Wai" of the moat, south to the West Gate Bridge and the east wall of Baotu Spring, and north to the Children's Palace Bridge and the west wall of Daming Lake. The direction of this street is absolutely parallel to the moat, and it can be seen from the map as a dead-end road that plunges directly into the Wulong Pond.

Since the Ming and Qing dynasties, there is a sentence in the ballad of the old streets and alleys of Jinan City, "Qushuiting Street leads to all directions, and Tongyuanju Street is broken off the wall".

There is the word "Qu" in the name of Qushuiting Street, but it brings together many spring veins in the east, south and west, and the road is smooth and the road is accessible, which is exactly the opposite of the word "Qu".

As for the backstreet of Tongyuan Bureau, although there is the word "Tongyuan" in the name, showing the appearance of great wealth, great businessmen, great treasures, and great auspiciousness, it was cut off by the children's palace road in the north and the north wall of Wulongtan in the south, becoming a headless and tailless appearance.

"Fierce. Lian Chengbi said another word.

I can't help frowning, judging from this feng shui layout, it is not only "fierce", it is simply the fate of "the wind blows down the cliff", it is the big murderer of the great evil, and ordinary people are uninhabitable.

Zhang Quanzhong is not an ordinary person, so he can live here without being harmed.

Lian Chengbi and I stepped back in unison, looking beyond the south wall and due south.

Although we can't see the buildings on the first line of Wulong Pond and Baotu Spring, we also understand that there are the famous "May Third Monument" and memorial tower.

"How could it be......" cold sweat oozed from my palm.

The funeral parlor has just escaped, but it was led into another more ferocious death by Zhang Quanzhong. Between the two rounds, Lian Chengbi and I didn't even have a buffer time to catch our breath, drink water, and rest.

With a tick, beads of sweat slid down my forehead and fell to the bluestone slab in front of my toes.

The courtyard is paved with ancient bluestone slabs two feet long and one and a half feet wide, about 100 pieces. These slabs should also be decades old, with half-foot-tall dark green grass emerging from the crevices between them.

"I hope that this time, we can be like these little grasses, desperate to survive and live tenaciously. Lian Chengbi felt it, bent his knees, and stretched out his fingertips to touch the grass.

Xiaocao has a tenacious and tenacious vitality, and has always been a comparison object for literati and enthusiasts to inspire themselves to overcome difficulties, just like the great writer Mr. Lu Xun once named his anthology after "weeds".

It's just that these little grasses are a little strange, and before Lianchengbi's fingertips can touch them, the blades of grass automatically fall to the side and shrink, and turn yellow in the blink of an eye.

"Don't touch!" I whispered.

At the same time, Zhang Quanzhong also stepped out of the north house and raised his voice to stop Lian Chengbi: "Don't touch it-Miss Lian stop, don't touch it!"

I've read descriptions of such plants in ancient books, but I've never seen them in kind.

Lian Chengbi withdrew his hand, and immediately got up and retreated, his face changed greatly.

"Don't touch it, Miss Lian, these are the strange grasses I raised. Zhang Quanzhong approached and explained.

Lian Chengbi smiled bitterly: "Mr. Zhang, this is not a strange grass, but a big poisonous weed." ”

Zhang Quanzhong nodded, stretched his arms out, and blocked me and Lian Chengbi behind him.

Outside the courtyard, a strong wind suddenly blew the weeds on the roofs of the eastern, southern, and western gatehouses.

I realized that the heavens had changed, and I immediately took two steps across and took the city in my arms.

The wind swept the messy hair on the top of Zhang Quanzhong's head, but he didn't move, just raised his head to the south.

"The sky is cloudy and nine changes, wind, disease, chaos, and plague. He whispered, and at the same time pinched the ten fingers of his hands, shaped like a crane's beak.

"The land of a hundred Yue, the south, moving, robbing, and scorching. He drank low again, and his ten fingers moved in turn, like a pipa playing quickly, and after a round, it was still like a crane's beak, but the skin on the back of his hand the size of a wine glass became red like blood.

"However, it is as cold as the jade of the North Sea, and when it enters, it burns like the fire that never sleeps in the South China Sea. Aggressive, killing bowl, killing wine, killing, killing, killing, killing......" Zhang Quanzhong's voice became difficult, as if a death row prisoner kneeling on the guillotine, drinking the bowl of guillotine with hatred, tears, grievances, and grievances.

Death row prisoners have many poisonous resentments, so the executioner must behead with a knife and not allow half a drop of dirty blood to stain his body, otherwise he will cause a catastrophe and cause death in the whole house. As for those who are seriously ill, they want to make "human blood steamed buns" from the blood of death row prisoners and eat them, which is precisely the way to "fight poison with poison" and pinned their hopes on "poisonous resentment" to eliminate the "source of poison".

I heard Zhang Quanzhong's hoarse cheers, and immediately understood why he planted "Broken Intestine Grass" in this courtyard and on the wall - that's right, Lianchengbi almost accidentally touched the "Broken Intestine Grass", which ranked first in the world in poisonous weeds.

He planted the Broken Intestine Grass to use poisonous weeds to restrain the "Feng Shui Poisonous Phase" faced by this small courtyard.

In ancient Chinese medicine, there has long been a therapy of "fighting poison with poison", and in the past, Shennong's taste of herbs was to accurately calculate the subtle dose of poison and poison. If you have one less point, you will not be able to defeat the enemy, and if you have one more point, you will self-harm and die.

Therefore, the quantity, height, freshness, and orientation of the broken intestine grass planted by Zhang Quanzhong in No. 18 Back Street of Tongyuan Bureau have also been carefully calculated, so as to properly restrain the poison of feng shui.

As soon as the city was touched, a broken intestine grass withered, which immediately changed the amount of "poison" on both sides and changed the momentum of the opposing sides. Zhang Quanzhong had to use a more clever "poisoning technique" to make up for it.

He pinched the crane's beak with both hands, and then forced the skin on the backs of his hands to produce red blood clots, which was the appearance of another strange poison "crane top red".

"There are seven thunderstorms in the sky, ten droughts in the Central Plains, all seedlings are withered, and all animals are dead. Death, extinction, jealousy, nothing—the guts, the guts!" Zhang Quanzhong's shoulders shook, and his shirt suddenly cracked into dozens of pieces, scattering with the wind, revealing his skinny backbone.

"Peacock gall!" cried Lian Chengbi.

Broken intestine grass, crane top red, and peacock gall are respected as the "three poisons" by the masters of poison in the rivers and lakes, and Zhang Quanzhong stimulated all the "three poisons" in an instant, which shows how dangerous the situation is at the moment.

Behind him, I could only see that the veins on his back were distorting, and the veins were bulging and colorful, and soon they became colorful, as if someone had quickly inserted hundreds of peacock feathers all over his body.

"Giggle...... Giggle and cluck ......" Zhang Quanzhong no longer shouted the spell angrily, but let out a strange cry after the peacock opened the screen.

Suddenly, a demonic green light appeared on the right side of his back, at first the diameter of the thumb and the belly of the fingers, and soon flourished into a palm-sized, green and flickering.

Lian Chengbi crouched in my arms, but I could hear her pounding heartbeat.

In order to make up for the gap in the broken intestine grass, Zhang Quanzhong did not hesitate to use the two strange poisons of crane top red and peacock gall in a row, which shows how violent the feng shui poison he faced.

At this moment, he is like a pharmacist standing in the wind, not only fighting the storm, but also controlling the weighing pan, weighing steadily, without missing a beat.

There are Nanshan, North Lake, West Gate, Dongguan in Jinan City, there are towers, valleys, ridges, rivers outside, its feng shui belongs to many disasters and difficulties, many strange and changeable phases, just like the sea of "no wind and three feet of waves", fluctuating, never peaceful.

It is not easy to seek an auspicious road in this complex environment, and only experienced helmsmen with unique skills can smile proudly and sail across the sea. Undoubtedly, Zhang Quanzhong is a good helmsman who uses a person's wisdom to fight against Mount Tai's overwhelming feng shui poison, and can be invincible.

"Cards, cards, cards...... "Zhang Quanzhong no longer makes human voices, but constantly fights against the howling wind with the cries of peacocks and cranes.......

"I'm going to open the door. "I said to Lian Chengbi.

In Feng Shui, the door is the entrance of the courtyard, which is in charge of the incoming air, water outlet, gas storage, and najib. Right now, the wind is blowing Zhang Quanzhong with all its might, and if I leave the door open, a second channel will appear, and half of the wind power will be unloaded, and I will go through the door and go through the door.

"I'm afraid it's too dangerous—" Lian Chengbi shook his head and put his backhand around my arm.

"That's all there is to it. I gently pushed her away.

Since we have entered No. 18 Backstreet of Tongyuan Bureau, it is equivalent to being tied to the fate of Zhang Quanzhong and Jingguan Xiaowu. If he can't hold it and fall, we won't be able to escape.

"Aggressive, aggressive...... Pull out the mountains and cover the world, and the hermits in the prosperous world do not pick roses...... Duh, there is no last resort to respect the Marquis of Wu, cross the Yangtze River and say Erqiao...... Aggressive ......" Zhang Quanzhong shouted again, but although his momentum was there, his body was exhausted, first leaning back, shaking the lower plate continuously, and then swooping forward, kneeling on one knee, and propping his palms on the bluestone slab.

The grass is withered yellow, the crane top on the back of Zhang Quanzhong's palms is as red as hot blood, and the peacock gall between his back and chest and abdomen is demon green, and the yellow, red, and green colors are mixed together, reflecting half of the courtyard.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see clearly that Zhang Quanzhong has been defeated.