The best feng shui master

Chapter 675
On weekdays, the mountain road of one hundred miles would not take half a day under the feet of such experts, but in this strange enchantment formation, it took them two full days to complete it.

From the gate of death to the gate of life, Chen Yi chose the safest route, but even so, he still had to stop and go carefully.

The 72 rounds of Qimen Dunjia are evenly distributed among the eight gates. Each gate has nine rounds, and nine is the extreme number. , is also full of murderous intentions.

Moreover, Chen Yi and others found more than a dozen corpses in Dumen and Jingmen. Judging from the degree of decay, they should belong to the third team. The tomb-robbing tools such as the Flying Tiger Claw Vajra Umbrella around him have also been severely corroded and corroded. Those who rob antiques have turned themselves and their tools into antiques.

The second wave was about ten years ago. Although they were still bones and the ironware had corroded, the few AK47s and former Soviet engineer shovels around them still told everyone that the time of their death was not far from now.

Chen Yi picked up an AK, pulled the bolt, and found that it had rusted into a lump of iron. He couldn't use it for himself, so he could only say a pity to himself, and then threw it back to the original place.

There is no man who doesn't like guns, not to mention the old age, even now, Chen Yi has become a top expert in China, but he still has an inexplicable love for those violent weapons.

As for the recent group of people, more than a year ago, a certain foreign brand of jackets was still stubbornly guarding the remains of their owners, but their owners had already returned to Jiuyou.

"It seems that we are not the only ones here," Chen Yi said.

Yang Fuchen was already able to force himself to act. Because of his strong character, he refused to bear the burden of his disciples, and with the support of several people, he walked slowly. Fortunately, Chen Yi and the others did not walk very fast, and Yang Fuchen did not become them. burden.

Looking at the corpses he saw one after another, and at the few remaining people around him, Yang Fuchen felt grateful.

If it weren't for Chen Yi, they would have been wiped out like these corpses now.

It's just that there is such a hint of bitterness in this rejoicing.

During this period, Chen Yi and Yang Fuchen came to chat a lot. Chen Yi asked him how he knew his identity. Ever since he met the people who moved the mountain, he had rarely revealed himself, let alone revealed a word. There should be no flaws. .

Yang Fuchen twitched the corner of his mouth, saying it was very simple, his 72 rounds of Qimen Dunjia was the biggest doubt.

The 72 rounds of Qimen Dunjia were reduced to [-] rounds by Zhang Liang, and Zhang Liang was the dragon rider of the Han Dynasty. In his opinion, there must be a connection between them.

Yang Fuchen traveled all over the world for decades, and saw a lot of strange people and strange things, but in the 72 rounds of the Qimen Dunjia, he only saw it once, and that was the Qimen Fascination Formation in front of him.

Of course, this does not rule out that there are hidden sect inheritances in this world, but there are very few people who have cultivated divine sense and are proficient in 72 rounds of Qimen Dunjia, except for dragon masters.

The most important thing is that he had heard of Chen Yi's name, but he didn't take it very seriously at the time, but after a series of amazing performances by Chen Yi, he couldn't help but recall it.

Chen Yi asked him again, "Since I knew it a long time ago, why didn't I tell the truth in advance, and I have to wait until then?"

Yang Fuchen shook his head, and replied: "Since you don't want to show your true identity, why should I tell you the truth? I'll treat you as whoever you want to be, and I'll take it easy if you're happy." , isn't that great?"

Chen Yi smiled wryly, it was really as Lian Er said, this Yang Fuchen had a deep and elusive mind, if he hadn't shouted it out at a moment of desperation, Chen Yi would still foolishly think that his acting skills were unparalleled.

Yang Fuchen looked at Chen Yi and said: "Actually, the first time I saw you, I thought you were very unusual, and then there was the matter of Lingfei, which made me admire you even more. At that time, I was still thinking about you. , Why didn’t God take good care of me for a while, such a good seedling was given to others, why didn’t it be given to me from Xiling?”

Chen Yi grinned, instinctively wanting to be humble, but he glanced at the "defeated soldier" beside Yang Fuchen, and closed his mouth decisively, God really didn't favor him.

The master is like a lion on one side, but the apprentices he teaches are not great, and it even means that painting a tiger is not an anti-dog.

Yang Fuchen didn't know what Chen Yi was thinking, so he continued on his own, "It's only now that I understand, fortunately God didn't favor me, otherwise a good seedling would be ruined in my hands, if the successor of the dragon master succeeds In order to move the mountain to inherit people, the designation of good fortune is not as big as it is today. In this world, perhaps only the lineage of the dragon can match you, Brother Chen, and maybe only you can match the lineage of the dragon."

After entering this strange formation, Yang Fuchen began to change his words. He no longer called Chen Yi Chen Xiaoyou, but directly called Chen Brother. People who are on the same level as me are much more highly regarded than He Qingqing and Chu Haimen.

And Chen Yi also changed his name from Senior Yang to Second Brother Yang, Yang Yunyi was Big Brother Yang, and Yang Fuchen was naturally Second Brother.

Chen Yi's tender face finally turned red, and even a shameless person couldn't stand such free boasting, "Second brother Yang, you think highly of me, I'm just a punk who came out of an orphanage, what's the matter?" Whether it deserves it or not is entirely due to a coincidence."

Yang Fuchen shook his head and pointed to the people around him, "You can't say that. Look at them, they are also orphans, but they are much worse than you in terms of temperament and cultivation. There are many lucky people in this world, but No one can be lucky for a lifetime, which beggar do you see can be lucky all the way to become the emperor? After all, you still have your own ability."

He Qingqing only listened but didn't speak, and rarely spoke, but her mind never stopped. Hearing Yang Fuchen's words, she couldn't help but think of Zhu Yuanzhang, who begged for food, became a monk, and finally became a great Ming. The founding emperor of the dynasty...

This lucky guy whose face was swollen by the goddess of luck is probably the luckiest guy in China since ancient times.

But can it be completely said that he will reach the position above ten thousand people in the future purely by luck?This is probably impossible!

According to her understanding, Chen Yi also had a very difficult life. Although he has not reached the stage of begging, it is not much worse, but can Chen Yi grow into a person like Zhu Yuanzhang in the end?
He Qingqing was unconsciously amused by her own thoughts, what age is this, where are the royal families?
However, thinking of Zhu Yuanzhang, He Qingqing couldn't help thinking of the owner of this tomb, and couldn't help asking: "Senior Yang, can you tell us about the owner of this tomb in detail?"

He Qingqing was very respectful in her words, she didn't dare to call "Second Brother Yang" like Chen Yi, even if it felt awkward, she still called him Senior Yang.

"There's nothing wrong with that."

Yang Fuchen flicked his whisk freely, and said freely: "The emperors of China, no matter whether they made great achievements in their careers and expanded their territory when they were young, or they were lewd and immoral in extortion, but in their later years, many of them will do a series of foolish things in order to live forever. Whether it is the talented Qin Shihuang or Genghis Khan who almost unified the entire Eurasian continent, this is the case. Although Zhu Yuanzhang was brave and resourceful, he did many things to prolong his life in his later years."

"Zhu Yuanzhang also asked for the elixir of immortality?"

Chen Yi frowned, feeling a little unbelievable. In the history books, he didn't find that Zhu Yuanzhang blindly pursued longevity like Qin Huang and Han Wu Genghis Khan?
Yang Fuchen shook his head, and said, "No, Zhu Yuanzhang's wisdom is not comparable to that of ordinary emperors. Naturally, he would not do such stupid things. The cycle of life and death is a law. How can there be only life and no death, only yang and no yin?"

"Then how does Zhu Yuanzhang prolong his life? If he doesn't ask for fairy medicine, then he can't dance in the square and eat health care products, right? Being an emperor doesn't have the time to spare and he can't afford to lose this man." Chu Haimen interjected, even amused himself in the end up.

"In fact, Zhu Yuanzhang's pursuit is not much different from this square dance health care product. They are all ways to strengthen the body and nourish the health with medicine and food."

Yang Fuchen smiled and gave an unexpected answer.

Because the word "health preservation" is really used badly now, and it has even become a must-talk for many scammers. It is used by MLM organizations, direct sales personnel, health care products industry, and even sells rats in rural markets. The drug dealer has transformed into an account manager for a famous brand of health care products...

Yang Fuchen looked at the wonderful expressions on everyone's faces, especially Chen Yi, who came out of the market, and couldn't help saying: "Of course, his health regimen is definitely different from the ones we have in the market. He is the emperor. If this health regimen only If you can’t keep a child, you will be killed. Moreover, Zhu Yuanzhang has countless capable people and strangers guarding the gate, and there is no room for sand in his eyes.”

Chen Yi listened for a while, and couldn't help asking: "What does this have to do with this cemetery?"

"Hehe, don't worry, listen to me slowly, otherwise you won't know how powerful the tomb owner is."

Yang Fuchen looked at the illusory colorful clouds in front of him, and said: "Liu Bowen, Hu Weiyong and others beside Zhu Yuanzhang are everyone, especially Liu Bowen, who is the ancestor of your dragon riders, is even more amazing, but these people Zhu Yuanzhang I didn’t like any of them, but chose an old eunuch left over from the previous court.”

The corners of Chen Yi's mouth twitched twice, feeling his face was burning hot. The patriarch of the majestic dragon rider lost to an eunuch. Although this was serving the emperor and not a real knife, it was still embarrassing to say it. of.

"Brother Chen, you don't have to be too upset."

Yang Fuchen seemed to have seen Chen Yi's thoughts, and couldn't help saying, "That eunuch is really not simple. He survived in the palace in such a dirty and chaotic place, but he didn't die until he was more than 120 years old. Tell me, is this an ordinary person? Incomparable?"

"In your 120s?"

Chen Yi was taken aback. At that time, the average age of Chinese people was only about 50 to 120 years old. That guy was sliced ​​and lived to be more than [-] years old. This is really unbelievable.

"What about Zhu Yuanzhang? According to historical records, he seems to have died at the age of 71, right?"

He Qingqing also felt a little unbelievable, with many doubts in her heart, she couldn't help but said: "In ancient times, people who entered the palace as eunuchs were usually children from poor families. Why bother to enter the palace as slaves with such medical skills? Besides, how could an eunuch have such Huge tombs? How could it be possible to be proficient in these 72 rounds of Qimen Dunjia?"

(End of this chapter)