One hundred and forty-eight years old.

An Ning didn't interrupt Mr. Feng Shui again, and inside the low courtyard wall, accompanied by a faint whimper, Mr. Feng Shui told his story.

"In my life, I have been beautiful, down, fought, and discouraged."

"When I was young and vigorous, I relied on my own ability and did things that I regret for the rest of my life."

Mr. Feng Shui let out a long sigh and looked into the distance.

"In this village, because I lost my temper after drinking, I leaked important information, and the villagers were killed overnight, all because of me."

"Those who know are gradually dying, leaving me alone, staying here all the time, it can be regarded as atonement."

Although Mr. Feng Shui did not say it very carefully, he used his own experience to give An Ning warning.

"Anning, people don't have to ask about coming, just know the direction you want to go, you are doing well, you have been very good, go on firmly, everything will be fine."

Mr. Feng Shui got up and followed quietly.

"You take all the books in my room."

"This one....you remember to dig it up, I will collect the apprentice's remuneration for you."

Mr. Feng Shui handed An Ning a scroll of paintings, and An Ning accepted it, and the two of them tacitly agreed.

"Come over tomorrow, take your things, and then cremate my body and bury my ashes in this location."

Mr. Feng Shui pointed to a piece of paper on the table with a detailed address.

Kilometer to the west, Shuanglong's Cave, facing south down two meters and three inches.

An Ning stared at the directions and requirements on the urn, and she looked up in disbelief at Mr. Feng Shui.

"You're going to make a feng shui array out of your own ashes?"

"I know I can't hide it from you."

Mr. Feng Shui said indifferently: "I owe it to the people here, and I can only repay it to the people in the future." ”

An Ning looked at Mr. An's pleading eyes, and finally nodded slowly.

"I'll do a good job."

"Thank you."

The two seemed to have finished talking about everything, and An Ning was sent out by Mr. Feng Shui, and at the door, An Ning turned his back to Mr. and asked, "You never told me your name." ”

"Liu Shou'an."

"Shou'an?"

An Ning turned around, and the looking eyes made Mr. Liu nod affirmatively and said: "Old and talented, he used to be the ancestor of the An family, and the feng shui master who guarded him for generations. ”

As soon as Mr. Feng Shui's words came out, An Ning suddenly smiled and saluted Mr.

"It's Mr. Tang Tu, a junior."

"Forget the friends of the year, how to talk about false etiquette."

Mr. Liu accepted An Ning's worship, and helped An Ning up with his peers, pointing out the road outside to her.

"The road is wide, the sky is wide, go ahead."

Leave peacefully.

She wanted to stay, but she knew that her husband should have what he wanted to do and that he needed to be on his own.

She couldn't bear to bother.

When I returned to An's home, my expression didn't change, but there were fewer words, and everyone didn't care much.

In the evening, An Ning went back to her room early to rest.

As soon as she sat up, got dressed, and quietly walked out of An's house.

In less than an hour, An Ning arrived outside Mr.'s door, did not go in, just waited quietly.

Inside the house, the gentleman sitting on the kang glanced out the window with his eyes closed, and a smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

God sent a man from outside the world, so that he would not have to suffer from those five evils and three shortcomings in his old age.

Contentment.

He was truly content.

The gentleman did not greet Anning, and slowly closed his eyes.

The tranquility at the door, the spiritual power gradually enveloped the entire courtyard.

Mr. opened his eyes and smiled, she looked at them one by one, and the silent thank you, let An Ning know that Mr. knew that she was coming.

As the early hours of the morning passed, the door of the courtyard opened.

The gentleman, dressed in a robe embroidered with unknown patterns, came out of the house, walked to the door, and said to An Ning: "Come with me?" ”

"My pleasure."

An Ning followed behind Mr., the two of them were almost there, if someone saw it in the middle of the night, they would definitely think that they had met a ghost, or a footless ghost who could fly.

The two of them arrived on the mountain very quickly, which was also a good burial place for the gentleman to find for himself.

An Ning took a few steps back, leaving Mr. alone in front.

The gentleman carried a compass in his left hand and a cloth bag in his right hand.

Regularly, with a specific pace, every time he finds a place, he personally buries a ritual weapon in a cloth bag.

Gradually, An Ning saw an invisible web in mid-air.

This web is not real, but real.

Although it can't be seen, it really changes the aura here, or the magnetic field.

The impact of a certain magnetic field on people is huge, and what Meng Mu has changed is also the environment, and the magnetic field can also be said to be the environment.

And Mr. is using his life force to change the magnetic field of this land and help the future generations of the entire village.

Although An Ning is not from the mountain gate, her spiritual power makes her sensitive and accurate to all mysterious powers.

With each step, the vitality disappears a little bit.

He said that his limit was approaching, but it was better that he had let himself reach his limit.

This hour is the time he chose for himself, not God's arrangement.

For a moment, An Ning wanted to stop it.

But she stopped again.

The entire interstellar world has paid hundreds of years of preparation for the inheritance of the seed, and if someone stops her, she will not be grateful, only angry.

The same is true of the gentleman in front, this hour, this time, this place, all carefully calculated by the gentleman.

She can't be destroyed, this is what he wants and thinks all his life.

Time gradually passed, and after the last piece of magic in the cloth bag was buried by Mr., Mr.'s original black hair was already white.

The man who originally looked to be only in his forties was wrinkled at this time, and he couldn't see his original appearance for a long time.

When the gentleman turned to look at An Ning, his eyes were satisfied, it should have been so, yes but the world, no worries.

"Let's go back, there's still time for a pot of tea."

An Ning stepped forward, grabbed Mr. 's arm, and said cleverly: "Then you have to drink the tea at the bottom of your box, and I won't drink the bad one." ”

"Hahahaha, okay, okay, you, I don't know how long you've been beating this tea."

"It's been a long time, it's been a long time."

"Hahaha!"

One old and one young, walked down the hill and returned to the small courtyard, the stone table.

An Ning boiled water, got the tea leaves that Mr. had treasured for a long time, brewed tea, and walked to the courtyard with a teacup.

"This tea is really fragrant, I would have ———— if I knew it"

An Ning held the teacup and said in a lower voice: "If I knew, we would have drunk it earlier." ”

"I'm in a hurry. Can't you just wait for me a while? ”

An Ning put the teacup on the table and pushed it to the gentleman opposite, but the gentleman did not respond again.

She sat for an unknown amount of time, and finally picked up the teacup and drank it in small sips.

"It's weird, it's a little bitter."

A tear smashed into the water teacup along the corner of An Ning's eye, stirring up a circle of small ripples.