In the Nangong Mountain Sect, the slightly fat junior brother sent his senior brother back to his room, walked out, and looked at the Qimen Dial in his sleeve.
There was Xiu Sheng injured and Jing Shei opened eight doors in surprise, and the compass that originally pointed to the injured door turned into the death door for some unknown reason.
The knowledge of Feng Shui has been spread all over the world since I don’t know how many years ago. I don’t know who created it. It was not even created by one person. It was the joint efforts of several generations of strange people who created the Qimen Feng Shui. Complete and complete.
Whether seeking profit, avoiding disaster, predicting good or bad luck, or exploring the feng shui of the house, most of them are inseparable from the capable people who stay up all night. If you have real skills, you can earn money even if you set up a fortune-telling stall in a busy city. There was a lot of silver, and countless kings and ministers invited talented people to their homes to calculate their own fortunes. It's just that Feng Shui has been passed down to this day, but it has also lost many famous masters. Moreover, most of these strange people have weird temperaments, and it has always been extremely difficult to recruit disciples. Therefore, the Qi Men Dun Jia sect has gradually declined.
But if one is really very capable and is still regarded as a god in the eyes of kings and high officials of various countries, his ability to predict bad luck alone can attract countless people to him, and he will even spend his huge wealth to invite people into his house and treat them with courtesy. treat.
When opening the hexagram and starting from the Qimen Dialpan, the character of mind is the most important thing. If the character is not good and the mind is heavy, the calculations will often be wrong and it will be difficult to get a glimpse of the secrets. Therefore, many wandering Taoists who possess the ability of Qimen Dunjia would rather live in good mountains and rivers than have anything to do with princes and generals in order to achieve peace of mind. That’s all.
Wu Shuang's second disciple usually had a very good temper and always showed a smile to others, but today his face was extremely gloomy.
The eight gates are opened when Xiu Sheng is injured, when Du Jing is killed, and they are called eight gates. Among them, the third gate of Xiu Sheng is auspicious, and the second gate of Zhongping is Du Jing.
The injury gate just now is now the death gate. It is self-evident that it is dangerous.
"Master, when you return home, don't blame your disciples."
The fat alchemist lowered his eyebrows, raised the dial in his sleeves with one arm above his head, and muttered something.
In the blink of an eye, the man in black robe had already swooped down to the cliff. The sound of cicadas chirping under his feet came from far to near, like the roar of bears and tigers. It was even more powerful than the one he had just fought with Wu Shuang.
The man opposite had no intention of retreating at all. He ignored the roaring black-robed Poison Lord and jumped onto an ancient cypress on the edge of the mountain cliff, trying to pull the dark halberd from Wu Shuang's body. out.
Unexpectedly, the man covered in black robes didn't arrive in time, so he threw the flute out of his hand unreasonably, knocking the man staggering and almost falling into the cliff.
"What does Poison Master mean by this? It is expected that the junior has never taken action against the senior. Instead, he has solved a serious problem for the senior. It cannot be said that he has done much credit, but he has not offended the Poison Master. Why obstruct him?" The man stabilized his body and said, He inadvertently glanced at the flute that was falling straight down, and then turned his gaze to face the black-robed Poison Lord.
"Taking advantage of the opportunity to make a sneak attack is just taking a deviant path, let alone my opponent, why do you need an outsider to tell you what to do?" The man in black robe sneered, "If you want to kill him, I have to take his life with my own hands. To teach me how to act, you need to weigh it first." After saying that, the man in black robe put his fingers together and returned with a green flute.
The extraordinary-looking man in front of him was about thirty years old. He was wearing a flowing brocade suit and armor lining. He seemed to be a lieutenant general in the army.
When the man heard this, he just shrugged slightly and said nonchalantly: "Just kill him, there is no other intention. If Du Zun insists on blaming him, then just blame the fat man for his lack of strength."
A blast of pure energy exploded out of the void for no apparent reason. It was more powerful than the light of a sword. It cut the man several feet away without any clue, and the clanging sound was endless.
"In this case, if I kill you, I can only blame you for not being as skilled as others. Is that the truth?"
The sound of the flute has not yet started, but countless colorless branches are extending out of the void for no reason. Although their movements are not visible, the sound is extremely penetrating.
Nanli Poison Master is arrogant and domineering, and his behavior is unpredictable. This is not a lie made by Nanli's people, but it is true. There was once a very high-level master who glanced at the insect-feeding Poison Master when he was passing by the gate of Duzun Mountain. He asked the latter to chase dozens of mountains on the way, and with just one palm, he broke off the limbs of this miserable master. His body was almost completely cut off. But what puzzles the world is that after the master used all his genius treasures to heal the injured body, he discovered a pair of jade-like cicada kings at the entrance of the mountain gate.
It is extremely difficult to raise the Alluring Cicada, and among the nine countries in the world, only Nanli can be found. It is extremely poisonous and its body is like gold and iron. If it is tamed properly, it will be extremely powerful and attract countless people to watch and covet it. It is natural. . Ever since all the Alluring Cicadas were collected by the Poison Lord, they have become almost extinct in the wilderness of Southern Li, and there are no more Alluring Cicadas to be found.
Among the cicadas, there are those that are all white as snow and have golden cloud patterns on their bodies, which can be said to be unique among ten thousand. When the year is enough, they can be called the king of cicadas. Their poison is extremely violent, enough to kill many people in an instant. Ten extraordinary spiritual masters.
But such a rare Cicada King was thrown away by Du Zun to one of his defeated generals.
Hurt others first, then help others. No one knows why this person's thoughts are so different from ordinary people.
It was extremely unusual to suddenly attack a man.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Poison Master floated down to the cliff, reached out and pulled out the halberd from Wu Shuang's chest, and then pointed it towards the unconscious Wu Shuang's chest, then opened his teeth and threw a clear yellow pill into it. , and then shouted towards the top of Nangong Mountain.
"Come out to pick them up. If you don't want to delay the time, your master's life will be seriously damaged. Come quickly!"
The fat alchemist at the gate of Nangong Mountain shivered, and the dial he held in his hand fell to the ground, breaking a corner of the bluestone. The former also looked pale, as if all his energy had been drained from his body, and even his face had become two points thinner.
Changing the world and changing the world is so contrary to fate. In ancient times, there were always countless great talents who studied Qimen Dunjia, but they died in the act of seizing the fortune of heaven and earth, or forced to extend the life span of others, or forced to calculate the future generations for thousands of years, but they all failed. A good death, even a violent death in a house. There were once two alchemists meditating together. One of them suddenly had a whim and wanted to predict the future, but his sleeve was ignited by a candle for no reason. No matter what, he couldn't extinguish the fire. Fortunately, his friend beside him smashed the Qimen dial with his palm. Only then did he barely save this rebellious friend.
The alchemist frowned. He couldn't tell whether the shouting in the mountain was real or fake. But after thinking about it for a while, he decided to go out and take a look at the current situation. So he picked up the dial and stepped out. As soon as he took a step forward, he saw that the dial was pointed at Du Men.
Dumen is a small evil with a medium level, which is a place of hiding. It is suitable to take shelter from disasters without worrying about life.
