Ye Wudi seemed to see something in Ye Congwen's frightened and dull eyes, and he laughed and cursed angrily:
"What are you thinking about? My Feng Shui skill is only responsible for choosing good days and auspicious days, exploring auspicious caves and shady houses, and performing low-level entertainment performances such as dancing with masters, which do not require us to perform. They have no technical content at all. How can they be studied by scholars like us? What do you think? I feel ashamed to dance!”
When Ye Congwen heard that there was no need to dance, he suddenly smiled and was in a good mood. He rubbed his palms and asked with great interest:
"I was wrong. How could the patriarch have such a low-level taste? Is Feng Shui really as magical as the legend says? I heard that emperors of all dynasties would ask Feng Shui masters to select good dragon vein points and use them to protect their descendants. , descendants of Fukuzawa?"
"This is not a rumor. The Tao of Feng Shui contains the universe. The five elements and eight trigrams harmonize the yin and yang. It is profound, profound and mysterious. If you can really learn a thing or two, you will benefit a lot throughout your life."
Ye Wudi lamented a lot. He only regretted that he started too late in this life and had no good teachers to teach and make arguments, so that he only had a basic understanding of it when he was nearly seventy years old.
"It makes me excited. Grandpa Patriarch, please lend me your burial scripture. With my talent and your guidance from the side, I believe it won't be long before I can find one or two things for Iron Tower Village." It’s an auspicious cave in the underworld. The emperor’s dragon veins don’t dare to hope for it. If it’s buried in the right place, future generations will be able to be crowned kings and lords just around the corner!”
Ye Wuwei admired Xiao Congwen's self-confidence quite a lot. After all, the same belief in invincibility was inherited by race.
"Your idea coincides with mine. In recent years, I have devoted myself wholeheartedly to the study of Feng Shui. I just want to make a breakthrough in this way and lay a good Feng Shui foundation for Tieta Village. If I can bless my descendants in the future, If you can be granted the title of king or lord, your life will not be in vain."
"Grandpa Patriarch, please rest assured. I will stay up all night and memorize this book in the past few days, and strive to find Jixue Yin Mansion in the shortest possible time. I believe that our Ye Clan will prosper and prosper, and the future will be promising!"
"You are a good reminder. With such a top auspicious point, it is natural to ensure that our Ye clan has priority to use it. As the saying goes, the rich water does not flow to outsiders——"
The excited voices stopped suddenly! Ye Wudi seemed to realize something, and asked coldly with a dark face:
"Who are you going to give priority to?"
Ye Congwen was still immersed in fantasy, as if he had become a king and a lord at this moment, surrounded by followers, maids around his knees, and spending money like water. Answered without thinking:
"Of course, whoever has the oldest qualifications and the highest prestige will be given priority. Whoever is the unknown person will get the chance?"
"Oh - tell me who has the oldest qualifications and the highest prestige!"
Ye Congwen looked at the old patriarch as if he were a fool, and was about to answer this unknown question! Suddenly looking at that cloudy face, he immediately understood the situation. The grandpa of the Ye Clan is the only one left with great achievements. Isn't this a curse on him?
"Hehe..." Ye Congwen smiled coquettishly and muttered: "Don't worry, I won't be able to achieve anything in thirty or fifty years with my understanding."
"Take this book and get out of here!"
Ye Wudi turned around faster than flipping through a book, and suddenly felt like he had lost interest in Feng Shui.
Ye Congwen stuck out his tongue, took the book, and disappeared in a flash.
At this time, he really regretted that he had no wings and could not fly. Ye Congwen trotted all the way home. He hurriedly brought a few kilograms of air-dried beef back home, picked up a load of sweet rice wine, and rowed the boat towards the deep mountains and valleys.
"This Feng Shui technique should not be mentioned casually in front of the old patriarch in the future. The old man is most taboo about talking about these matters of life and death."
After Ye Congwen made up his mind, he rowed the boat and waited for news from the hunting team. As a daily routine, hunters go up to the mountains to hunt at dawn. Ye Congwen is responsible for transporting prey or delivering supplies by boat. He can go a few hours late. After all, hunters take the most time to find prey.
While rowing, I thought back to what the old patriarch said in the morning:
Listening to the old patriarch's tone at least proves that the Mo family has never produced a prodigy who has practiced magic recently. The man in white who slaughtered the rhino-horned elephant yesterday is definitely not a descendant of the Mo family.
Of course, they couldn't be members of the Yu and Lin families. I have to go to the county to find out this person's background. If by chance, I can learn some skills from a master, that would be perfect.
If you really don't have this fate, you can also observe the Mo family's reaction. After all, he threw Fatty Mo into a stinky ditch, so there was no guarantee that someone would come back to take revenge.
I had just settled the matter of pioneering the wild cows. What if I let the giants know that I had provoked such a powerful opponent as Mo Mansion? Once you know it's because of pigeon pea sprouts, it would be dangerous to just sit back and watch.
In less than an hour, Ye Congwen had arrived at his destination.
It was the place where we last hunted pioneer cattle. Suddenly I remembered that I had promised the three animal trainers to build a bone mound for Mang Niu, so I had to go ashore to have a look.
Walking towards the place where the pioneer cow died yesterday, I found that nothing was left, only a pile of renovated loess, covered with a thick layer of withered thatch.
It should be handled by hunters. Too strong a smell of blood will attract many predatory beasts. Once there are too many predators, grass-eating animals such as pioneer cattle will panic and will not even come here to look for food. That is the hunter. The last thing you want to see.
"It just saves trouble. It seems that I had the foresight. Otherwise, if I wait until the bones are buried and then go to the three animal trainers to ask for money, I'm afraid they won't give me any money."
Ye Congwen turned around and returned to the boat. Since he was almost trampled to death by the hooves of a cow yesterday on the grass, he felt a little scared. It was safer to lie on the boat.
I took a sip of the sweet wine and my mouth was full of sweetness. The brewing technology in small places is limited, and the taste is the same as mash, with low alcohol content, sweet and delicious. Men, women and children of all ages love to take a few sips, just like drinking sugar water to quench their thirst.
After a few drinks, the scenery was picturesque, surrounded by green mountains and clear water. Unfortunately, Ye Congwen was too preoccupied to enjoy the scenery leisurely.
After a trip to Qingshan Town, not only did they become enemies with the Mo Mansion, but the two masked monsters were also not ordinary people. What should these people do if they really want to come to Tieta Village to seek their own bad luck?
With the appearance of my small arms and legs, I'm afraid I can only hide behind the giant. It's not that I'm afraid that the giant won't help me, but I just let the giant wipe my butt. Doesn't that make it true that I am being dragged down by my mother?
"If you learn magical skills and have half the magical skills of the boy in white yesterday, you will be proud of yourself!"
Ye Congwen was filled with envy. Thinking that his current state was worse than an eight-year-old child of the giant tribe, he had no choice but to drink wine. I was so bored that I had to take out the yellow and black book and slowly read it to pass the time.
"Birds and beasts crouch, the lord of ten thousand chariots.
Gongchen toward the sea, dragons and tigers guarding..."
Ye Congwen was shaking his head while reading, and occasionally took a sip of wine. Unknowingly, his eyelids became heavier and heavier.
My whole body was flying lightly in the air. I don’t know how long it took before I came to the depths of a majestic and tall mountain. The peaks towered into the clouds. There was a huge natural cave inside. On both sides of the gravel road, there were birds and half-crouched birds. A crouching beast.
The birds are colorful and have different shapes, and none of them can be named by themselves.
The ferocious beast even bared its teeth, its face was ferocious, its hair was like steel needles, and its eyes were so gleaming that no one dared to look directly at it.
The cave is dazzling and resplendent, as if you have entered a palace. Two rows of maids have beautiful mouths and beautiful noses, and graceful figures. They are all dressed in red dresses and long skirts, shining like a colorful cloud.
When Ye Congwen slowly floated closer, two maids wearing emerald green dresses and veils stood next to a golden dragon chair, shouting like orioles:
"Your Majesty, please ascend the throne!"
Ye Congwen was quite surprised. How could he become an emperor in the blink of an eye if he wasn't a prince? But at this moment, I could tell that something was wrong. I felt as if my dream for many years was about to come true. Hundreds of millions of people knelt down and proclaimed their vassal status, shouting in unison that "Long Live Your Majesty."
In a daze, Ye Congwen was helped to the dragon chair by two veiled maids. Before he could speak, a prime minister on the lower left took two steps forward and said in a high-pitched voice:
"Your Majesty! The Alien Scale Tribe has presented a Dragon Tribe Heavenly Level Immortal Technique for your Majesty's review."
The Dragon Clan is the leader of scale insects, and its techniques must be unparalleled in the world. Just as he was about to reach out and take a closer look, the two veiled maids next to him took the things and put them aside.
Just as he was wondering why it was not delivered to him, and was about to ask a question, suddenly a big bird with golden light all over his body came out from below and shouted in a rough voice:
"Your Majesty, the Demon Bird Tribe has a heaven-level treasure book, the Nirvana Sutra, dedicated to your Majesty. May your Majesty rule the world for generations to come!"
"Your Majesty, we, the Warcraft Tribe, present a heaven-level magic spell, the 'Secret of Immortality'. I hope your Majesty will accept it. As long as your Majesty's magic is perfect, you will live forever and live as long as the heavens!"
Although the two maids took the secrets and hid them all, Ye Congwen was not flustered at all. He estimated that when the conference was over, he would naturally let himself appreciate and figure it out.
Instead, he asked pleasantly:
"Dear ladies, do you still have any peerless treasures to present? Why are they all magical and magical, but no one has given me some gold or silver coins?"
The words fell to the ground, and there was silence.
The little maid on the side coughed twice and asked quietly:
"Your Majesty is rich in the world, why do you need such vulgar things?"
Is your brain showing off? Spend the money naturally! Besides, when did I become the richest person in the world? Yesterday I managed to sell ten gold coins. Didn’t I hand them all in early in the morning? Now I don’t even have a copper coin on me, why do you think I need money?
Oops, something's wrong. These two veiled maids look familiar, as if I've seen them before somewhere!
When he turned around, not a single one of the hundreds of millions of subjects in front of him was left. Ye Congwen suddenly thought of something. It was like he was trying hard to grab a handful of quicksand and could only watch them flow away. He shouted loudly. :
"Quickly, give me the three skills!"
Ye Congwen felt that his lower body had disappeared and became invisible, and he shouted anxiously.
"The technique is hidden in this mountain. According to the ancestral rules, you can only find it by yourself!"
Ye Congwen suddenly lost his hands. He was so anxious that he almost cried and begged for mercy loudly:
"Good sister, do a good job and give me the things!"
"Haha...open your eyes and see who I am?"
Suddenly the two of them tore off their veils at the same time, leaving Ye Congwen dumbfounded:
"Aren't these the two ugly scumbags from yesterday!"
