Not all of the Xie family's deaths were killed in battle, some died of disease, and there were many poisonous insects in southern Xinjiang, and some were bitten to death by poisonous insects, and many people even died bizarrely, and those who were choked by a peanut and died of trachea.

Old Taijun Xie said, and felt that it was wrong, looked at Qin Liuxi, and said, "Do you think that the number of dead people in our Xie family is strange, and it is related to the luck you said?" ”

Qin Liuxi nodded, and said: "The feng shui of this village is very good at the beginning according to the location, built by the mountains and rivers, the green dragon on the left and the white tiger on the right, the yin and yang are harmonized, the mountains and forests in this area must be lush and lush in the past, because the feng shui auspicious phase it is all occupied, if it has always been like this, it will be able to make the family prosperous and prosperous." There is a white tiger living in the mountain, and the white tiger is a god of war beast, no wonder your Xie family will be the god of war and follow Rong for generations. ”

Old Taijun Xie should have been happy when she heard this, but looking at Qin Liuxi's face, she knew that there was something to follow.

Sure enough, Qin Liuxi sighed and said, "But now, the green mountains are decaying, the rivers and streams are dry, and in feng shui, the white tiger is taboo to open his mouth, and the white tiger over there digs a deep pit in the canal, forming a white tiger opening." In addition, the willow tree also grows on the side of the canal, which gradually becomes shade, and the willow tree is in the shade, and when the white tiger opens, it becomes a white tiger. ”

Mrs. Xie's face changed.

"These willow trees look like they're all in a mess, and they don't look like they've been planted with intention." Zhou saw that the willow trees were messy, small, and not fully grown.

Qin Liuxi said lightly: "Unintentionally inserted willows and willows. ”

You don't have to plant it with your heart, you can grow it by planting seeds at will.

At this time, an old man in his seventies dressed in cloth came tremblingly, followed by the guards who had come to do the work before.

That old man is now the patriarch of the Xie clan, and when he sees Old Taijun Xie, he has to bow down.

"Uncle Chengnan doesn't have to be polite, the old man came back this time to send our family Wan'er back for burial." Mrs. Xie said sadly.

Patriarch Xie had obviously heard about it from the guards, wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and said, "Little Miss, such a good child, is actually entrusted to a non-person, it is really ......."

"I hurt her." Mrs. Xie said uncontrollably: "Don't talk about this." Uncle Chengnan, when was this canal built, and this willow tree, why was it planted here? ”

Patriarch Xie replied: "Over the years, the river has been silted up, and it is inconvenient to drain floods, but it was repaired four years ago, and it is also convenient for watering crops. As for these willow trees, they are not planted, when the canal is being built, the dolls are playing here, and they break branches in the willow village next door, and they are inserted at will. ”

Zhou: "......"

It's really unintentionally planted in the willows.

"But what's wrong?" Patriarch Xie saw that Old Taijun Xie's face was ugly, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Old Taijun Xie said what Qin Liuxi said about the feng shui, and the Xie patriarch was so frightened that his legs were weak, and he was about to kneel, and said in a trembling voice: "In other words, the feng shui of our Xie family village is broken?" That's why the Xie family will gradually wither? ”

"What about the ancestral grave, have any living people been there?" Qin Liuxi asked.

Patriarch Xie shook his head: "We have regular patrols and weeds to clean up, and we don't see any living people. ”

Qin Liuxi was noncommittal, it was not difficult to avoid people to move the ancestral tomb, like the Yu family, a hermit clan for hundreds of years, the ancestral tomb would move when it was moved.

Shunfang was an anxious man, and said, "Master, is that going to fill up this river canal and pull out this willow tree?" ”

"Naturally, I want it." Qin Liuxi pinched his fingers and calculated: "Three days later is an auspicious day, you prepare something, I will dissolve this evil." ”

"Do you want an auspicious day?"

Qin Liuxi smiled: "Feng Shui dissolves evil, it's not just to fill this river canal and pull out the trees, do it at will, be hit by the white tiger, either die or be injured, there is a bloody disaster is inevitable, to dissolve the evil, you must be well prepared." ”

"I'm sorry for you." Mrs. Xie owed her a debt.

Patriarch Xie couldn't help but pay a little more attention to this young girl when he saw that Old Taijun Xie was so courteous.

They are all rough people, and they have to look down on those literati and capable masters.

Patriarch Xie led them to the ancestral house to rest.

Although they were running all the way, Mrs. Xie felt okay, because Qin Liuxi had been conditioning their bodies all the way, and it was inconvenient to take decoction, so she rubbed them into pills at the Dacheng medicinal herb store on the road for them to take, coupled with acupuncture and qi, they all felt that their bodies were stronger than before.

Especially Mrs. Xie, now she can see again, although she is not as clear as when she was young, but she doesn't have to be blind, but after all, she is old and has a dark injury, no matter how well she recupes, she will not have nothing, so she also looks tired.

Qin Liuxi has already asked, the location of the ancestral tomb of the Xie family is in the mountain behind the village, in the valley, not far away, and the feng shui master has been specially invited to survey the terrain, and the tomb of the first ancestor of the Xie family has specially set up a mechanism to prevent anyone from robbing the tomb.

decided to go to the ancestral grave the next day, Qin Liuxi was not in a hurry, some things were in a hurry, it was useless, and after eating, he was ready to go back to the house to practice.

"By the way, what's the name of your ancestor?" Qin Liuxi asked more.

Old Taijun Xie said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Gaozu is known as Xie Gongming, known as Xie Gongming, and he is the most powerful and loyal god of war in our Xie family. ”

Tse Gongming.

Xuan Ming sat cross-legged by the main tomb, holding the technique with both hands to practice day after day, he had already walked all over the tombs of the Xie family these days, and had repeatedly surveyed and studied the large array of tombs, and naturally found out that the strongest luck was the main tomb of this Xie Gongming.

By cultivating this luck on the side, his cultivation can improve day by day.

It's just that there is no moon tonight, the night sky is quiet and silent, but Xuan Ming can't settle down.

There is a sense of foreboding!

Xuan Ming frowned, did not forcibly meditate, pursed his lips and pondered, this ominous premonition was somewhat familiar, as if it ......

In his mind, he presented an underbeaten figure with a grim expression.

Taoism, counting people is not self.

But Xuan Ming was very anxious by this ominous premonition, and since that person entered his brain, he couldn't sit still.

Xuan Ming couldn't help it after all, took out the turtle shell, bit his finger and wrote his birthday on yellow paper with the blood of his fingertips.

It is said that counting people is not self, fortune-telling is leaking the heavenly opportunity, not to mention oneself, telling one's own life, it is easier to be counterattacked, and this method of stealing one's life with blood painting eight characters to snoop on oneself is harmful and unprofitable, and it is extremely damaging to cultivation.

Therefore, when Xuan Ming started the hexagram, he was backed by Xie Gongming's tombstone, so he wanted to rub a little more luck.

He entered the elephant, and little by little he cleared the fog, looking at his fate, until his face turned pale and cold sweat penetrated his back, he finally saw it!

One stood in front of him, smiled at him like a Yama demon, and then ......

Ho.

Xuan Ming jumped up in fright, and the cold became violent, his chest was torn and painful, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

She's coming, and the deadly rakshasa is here again! (End of chapter)