The best feng shui master

Chapter 1093 The flood washed the Dragon King Temple

"Hehe, is there such a thing as a hermit in this world?"

Chen Yi was very curious, walked down from the hillside, and walked into the small village in a hurry.

The village is not very big, and Chen Yi could see it clearly when he was on the mountain. There are seven or eight families, thirty or forty people. Dwarf pines and rose flowers are planted by the roadside. In the distance, apple trees and persimmon trees form forests. There are laughter and laughter from children playing wildly in the room, and the house is full of joy and harmony, lively but not noisy.

However, the closer Chen Yi got, the more he realized that something was wrong. There seemed to be an aura hidden in the village, which was invisible and hard to catch. Even with his late stage spiritual cultivation, he still couldn't lock that aura.

He had a feeling, that kind of breath seemed to be that this small village had become a spirit, it was everywhere, but nowhere!

Gradually, when we came to the front of the village, a red stone tablet with the height of a person appeared next to the road, with the words "Bailong Villa" written on it.

The handwriting of these four characters is strong and powerful, with iron hooks and silver hooks. The writer must be a great calligrapher.

He went to the back of the village log again, wanting to see the origin of this strange mountain village. Under normal circumstances, the village log of each village will record the origin of the village, what major events it has experienced, and which celebrities have been born, etc. Wait, but unexpectedly, there is nothing on the back of this village chronicle, it is blank.

"Could it be that neither of the two scholars in this White Dragon Villa has been out?"

Chen Yi muttered to himself, feeling weird, then shook his head, feeling even more strange, even if there were no famous people, it should explain how the village was established and where the ancestors moved from, so that future generations will not forget their roots.

But there is nothing here!

"Huh? What is this?"

Under the village log, Chen Yi saw two bright red dots, and released his consciousness. It turned out to be a small stone carved beast buried in the ground.

A vermilion pony, most of which was buried in the ground, only two pointed ears were exposed. Moreover, it was not a mass-produced handicraft sold by machines in ordinary streets and alleys, but carved out by hand. artwork!

Chen Yi was overjoyed. Although the pony was not too old, at most it was around the founding of the People's Republic of China, and it was not worth a lot of money, but it was extremely beautiful, and he liked it very much.

Three times and two times cleared the surrounding soil, and the pony exposed most of its body, [-] centimeters high, with three feet in the air, one foot on the ground, and its tail was pulled straight, as if it was running like flying after the stars and the moon.

As the sun fell, the red pony emitted a ruby-like light, crystal clear, pure and thick in color, and when Chen Yi tapped it with his fingers, it made a crisp and melodious sound.

"It turned out to be a Mecca stone?"

Chen Yi smiled. The material is also good. Mecca stone is also called carnelian. It is produced in XZ, Inner Mongolia and other regions, and it is also produced abroad. Although the price is not very expensive, it cannot be compared with emerald agate, but it is also stained with " The word "gem" still has some value.

Overjoyed, he grabbed the red pony's belly and was about to pull it out.

"Crack."

With a soft sound, Chen Yi's complexion suddenly changed, and something seemed to be touched below.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a rush of excitement, countless gravel flew out, and the ground exploded like a grenade buried in the ground.

"Hold the grass!"

Chen Yi quickly jumped out, staring dumbfounded at the bottom of the village log, where a big hole had been blasted, more than one meter deep, half of the foundation stone under the village log was blasted, and the village log was tilted upside down.

Nima, is this still China that has been at peace for five or sixty years?Why are explosives buried everywhere like the war zone in Afghanistan?
What puzzled him even more was that since there were explosives, his consciousness didn't give any feedback!

What does this mean?
The explosives are not hot weapons like grenade bombs, but well-disguised formations!

Who the hell would put such a dangerous formation here?Are you afraid of hurting the children?Even if it doesn't hurt the children, it's not good to hurt the flowers and plants!

Looking at the rose flower beside him that had been blown into broken branches and leaves, Chen Yi couldn't help being annoyed. He raised his head, and was about to go to the White Dragon Villa to seek their bad luck.

"who are you?"

Before he could find the door, a middle-aged man and a young man came hand in hand, each with a gleaming long knife in his hand, and rushed towards Chen Yi.

If they were not all wearing modern clothes, or Nike sportswear, Chen Yizhen suspected that he had traveled to ancient times and met a green forest hero who robbed his house.

Otherwise, how could there be an ambush at the head of the village, and as soon as there was any movement, someone would come out with a long knife?
These two people are both Anjin cultivation bases, the 40-year-old man with a dark face is the person with the highest cultivation level in the village that Chen Yi found on the mountain, and the 25-year-old young man is Anjin The mid-term cultivation base is also a good cultivation base in Huaxia.

"Who are you?" Chen Yiping asked coldly after being "kicked twice" for no reason, and then approached with a machete.

"Second Uncle, don't talk nonsense with him. These bastards have been trying to trick us for a day or two. If you don't teach them a lesson, they will definitely not let it go!" kill.

"Ziwei, don't be impulsive..."

The middle-aged man let out a huff, but it was too late. The young man named Ziwei had already grabbed the knife and killed Chen Yi. With a powerful knife technique, he slashed down from top to bottom.

Tamron goes to sea!

This is the ancestral sword technique of Bailong Villa, not only the moves are fierce, but also changeable and extremely ruthless.

But it's a pity that what he met was not an ordinary monk who was similar to him, but Chen Yi, the dragon master who had already set foot in Dzogchen.

"when!"

With a crisp sound, the gleaming long knife stopped in mid-air.

Under the sharp blade was an arm with its sleeve cut open, but the blade cut the sleeve, but it couldn't cut into the arm, only a white line was cut out.

"This, how is this possible..."

Bai Ziwei's eyeballs almost popped out, is there really such a thing as invulnerable kung fu in this world?He dare not say that this knife can cut iron like mud, but the granite weighing hundreds of catties can definitely be cut in half without any muddle.

But he didn't cut through the man's arm?

He realized that he had met a master, so he didn't dare to be careless, he quickly drew his knife back, and with a turn of the blade, he touched Chen Yi's lower abdomen obliquely from below, as if he wanted to tear him open.

This trick is called Qinglong Chushui, and it is a tricky and weird way, very insidious.

"Fuck, shame on your face!"

Chen Yi raised his big foot, kicked Bai Ziwei's lower abdomen like lightning, and sent him flying for more than ten meters.

He didn't fight back just now, but just used his arm to block. In fact, he was warning Bai Ziwei not to seek his own death. The gap between the two cannot be made up with a steel knife, but this guy ignored it. Opening Chen Yilai's belly, and in extreme anger, Chen Yi used half of his strength to kick him out.

"Ziwei!"

The middle-aged man roared, his speed suddenly increased, and he slashed towards Chen Yi's right shoulder with a slash.

Compared with the reckless eldest nephew, the old uncle still knows a little bit of propriety. He didn't use all his strength in this move. It was too blunt, and people seized the opportunity to fight back.

It's just that no matter whether he stays strong or not, the result is the same. Chen Yi kicked him out.

In the face of absolute strength and speed, those so-called tricks and tactics are just a joke!

"Hmph, what kind of people are there!" Chen Yiji was speechless, he didn't have any hostility, he just fell into the trap set by these people by mistake, and that's all without apologizing.

Chen Yi just wanted to ask why they shot and hurt someone, but when he saw the uncle and nephew who fell far away, he ran into the village like a girl.

Hold the grass, what's the situation?
Mao Zedong's policy of guerrilla warfare, run away if you can't beat it?
"Grandpa, grandpa, the idea is hard, it's hard to handle, you old man, hurry up and do it, fuck it..."

The young man threw away the knife and ran wildly, shouting as he ran.

Chen Yi: "..."

Didn't you go to a black shop to see it?Chen Yi cursed.

"Hmph, Xiaoxiao, you dare to plan on my ancestral formation at the White Horse Villa?"

An old roar came from the mountain village, and immediately after that, there was a violent turmoil in the aura around a thousand meters away. Chen Yi saw violent spiritual power gushing out from the ground, and the dragon veins also became agitated.

That old man seemed to be the hidden aura that Chen Yi felt before, and it didn't show up until this time.

"I said, can you make it clear before calling, there must be a misunderstanding..."

As soon as Chen Yi's words came out, he was drowned in a huge sound of water. It was too late, and the other party had already launched a formation and started a fierce attack.

"Wow!"

A thousand meters behind him, a water dragon rushed out of that small lake, consisting of a water column nearly ten meters away, baring its teeth and claws, roaring, and pounced on him!
Chen Yi was insane. He just wanted to come in and ask if the hill in the back belonged to his village, and how much it would cost if it was a contract. How did he catch up with this kind of thing?

Fortunately, his cultivation was extremely high, so he was not afraid of this attack, he snorted coldly, connected to the dragon vein, and instantly took control of the dragon vein's terrain.

The dragon rider was born for the dragon veins, and was born close to the dragon veins. It is not too difficult to seize his control over the dragon veins.

"not good!"

The old man in the village exclaimed, with some inexplicable panic.

This formation was passed down by his ancestors, and it is usually used to stimulate the dragon's veins and stimulate Fengshui. In times of crisis, it can also be used to kill the enemy and protect oneself, but he did not expect that it would be invalid in an instant after a face-to-face encounter. Lost induction.

"Wow..."

The water dragon lost the control of the formation, and spread out in the air, like a torrential rain, falling on the ground, destroying the road and breaking the dwarf pine.
(End of this chapter)