dragon hunter

Chapter 155
I ran fast, ready to catch that guy on the ground and see which grandson sneaked up on me.

The guy who fell on the ground struggled a bit, his calf was hit by a copper coin, and he couldn't get up.

Seeing him fumble around his waist, he took out a bamboo whistle, put it near his mouth and blew it vigorously, the sharp whistle echoed in the forest.

"No, he's calling his companions." Bai Yuan's voice was a little nervous.

In the dense forest opposite, there was the sound of chaotic footsteps, and a group of black seedlings with scimitars, with unfriendly expressions, came to us.

"Sister, it's almost there." I stared bitterly at the grandson on the ground, who was five meters away in front of him, but the group of black seedlings were even closer.

Seeing that some of the black seedlings in front of me moved their lips, probably calling Gu worms, I threw out a handful of yellow talisman paper, turned around and ran away.

There was a babble of local language from behind, and the voice was a bit exclamated. It is estimated that some black seedlings were burned by the spontaneously ignited talisman paper.

"Run!" I didn't have time to look back at the results, so I called out to my companions and ran forward like a gust of wind.

There are too many people in that group of black seedlings, and the number of talisman paper cranes I carry is limited, and the spell "Missing Thousand Cranes" has to be reserved for emergencies.

Fatty Wang is like a fat duck. Don't look at his clumsiness, he has always been good at running, and he has surpassed me in a short time.

"Why did those black seedlings appear here?" Mr. Lai ran panting.

"It's a bit strange, this place is closer to Qingmiao Village." Bai Yuan chanted a spell while running, and with a wave of her arm, a few bugs flew back.

Not long after, there were a few screams from behind, and the sound of footsteps following behind slowed down a bit.

"Whoosh!" A bamboo arrow passed by, the blue tip of the arrow scared me into a cold sweat.

"It's not far ahead, it's the territory of Qingmiao Village, let's avoid it in the past." Bai Yuan said in a hurried tone.

Bamboo arrows kept flying by around us, and the blue tip was obviously smeared with poison, making us miserable.

Just when I couldn't bear it and was about to throw out all the emergency talisman paper cranes left behind, the sound of footsteps behind me suddenly stopped.

I didn't know where to go, and I couldn't understand the dialect behind me, so I didn't stop and continued to run forward.

"This land belongs to the Green Miao Village, and those black Miao people have scruples." Bai Yuan explained from the side.

After running for a while, seeing the group of black seedlings behind us, they did not chase after us, so we found an open space to rest.

"Fuck me, Fatty is almost exhausted. Those bastard black seedlings are as barbaric as African cannibal tribes." Fatty Wang was out of breath, and complained while sitting on a rock.

"It's safe for the time being. Of the nearby villages, Qingmiao Village is the strongest." Bai Yuan wiped the sweat from her forehead.

I leaned against a tree, sweating profusely, my clothes clinging to my back, feeling that this trip to Miaojiang was in danger everywhere.

Getting rid of the pursuers, Bai Yuan took out a pill and handed it to Fatty Wang, saying that a special plant was needed to get rid of the Gu poison, and asked him to take the pill first to suppress it.

I remembered that I was bitten too, but I couldn't be sure if it was a deceit, so I opened my mouth and swallowed the words again.

After taking a rest, we continued to move forward, and we could see a faint wooden house in the mountains in the distance, which should be the Qingmiao village.

Bai Yuan introduced that Qing Miao is a peaceful person, as long as they don't provoke them, they generally don't care about outsiders.

"Brother Lai, I always feel like I've heard of it somewhere, but I can't remember it." I walked on the mountain road and asked suspiciously.

"Your Zhang family is a family of Xunlong. You should have heard of Taoist Tunlong, right?" Mr. Lai held a branch as a walking stick.

"Taoist Tunlong..." I muttered to myself, this name is somewhat familiar, it seems that I have seen this aspect recorded in the Broken Physiognomy.

"It took me a long time to remember this ancient profession by swallowing the luck of the dragon veins and improving my body," Mr. Lai said.

"Ah!" I slapped my thigh, and when Mr. Lai reminded me, I suddenly remembered the record about Taoist Tunlong in the scriptures.

Daoist Tunlong is not someone's name, but a very old profession. It is said that the inheritance has been cut off long ago, because this profession is too taboo.

There is a record in Xiangjing, which I read as a story. It is said that the ancient kingdom of Loulan was built next to a branch of a dragon vein, so it prospered for a while.

Later, the reason why the country was destroyed overnight was because of the appearance of Taoist Tunlong. That Taoist cut off the luck of the dragon vein with a secret method, stole the rest of Loulan's national fortune, lost the protection of the dragon vein, and a sudden epidemic caused Loulan to destroy the country.

This matter is too mysterious. I thought it was a legendary story at first, but I didn't pay attention to it. I didn't expect Mr. Lai to mention Taoist Tunlong again.

"Taoist Tunlong is so taboo, he was almost beaten like a rat by the feudal rulers, didn't he become extinct long ago?" I asked puzzled.

"I've read an ancient book, which mentioned that killing dragons with blood corpses is the usual method of Taoist Swallowing Dragons." Mr. Lai said with a hint of uncertainty in his tone, "We have to look at the feng shui of this area."

"Fatty Master doesn't understand what you're talking about at first glance." Fatty Wang looked confused, he didn't know anything about Feng Shui.

"Maybe, the Tunlong inheritance, which has been extinct for thousands of years, has reappeared." I lowered my head and thought, the feng shui on the holy mountain is indeed very strange.

"Across this mountain, Tianzhu Peak in front is the highest place with a radius of a hundred miles." Bai Yuan panted.

On the rugged mountain road, people from Qingmiao Village occasionally passed by, at most they just looked at us strangely and did nothing else.

"Fatty Master feels that you are doing useless work. The higher the fog, the thicker it is. What can you see?" Fatty Wang's face was covered with greasy sweat.

"Fengshui masters don't have to use their eyes to look at Qi." Mr. Lai smiled mysteriously.

We took another break halfway, and we finally climbed to the top of Tianzhu Peak, surrounded by fog. Fatty Wang sat on the ground regardless of his image, complaining non-stop.

Mr. Lai took out the compass, stared at the pointer on it, calculated with his fingers, and looked up from time to time to look around.

I squinted my eyes and looked down. The slowly flowing mist looked like a giant white dragon, but unfortunately I couldn't see the head and tail.

"Dragon aura and shape, there is at least one mid-grade dragon vein nearby." I muttered to myself.

At the time when I was on the holy mountain, because of the terrain, I only got a glimpse of the leopard. Now that I can take a look at the overall situation, I can naturally see more things.

I stared at the white mist carefully. If someone who doesn't know Feng Shui would just think that the nearby scenery is good, but I can see many clues from the mist.

"Bai Luan, what is that place over there?" I pointed to a low mountain.

"There is Crow Mountain over there. The Black Miao Village is on the mountainside. The mountain on the left is the holy mountain we went to last time." Bai Yuan tiptoed to look around and introduced.

I frowned and stared at Crow Mountain, a little uncertain. I took out the compass, adjusted my direction, squinted my eyes, and looked back and forth between the pointer and Crow Mountain.

"Where the dragon energy travels, it will disperse invisible. The Fengshui of Wuya Mountain is strange." Mr. Lai came with a compass.

"We are located in the second half of the dragon's vein, but the crow mountain is nailed to the dragon's seven inches. According to common sense, this kind of situation is extremely rare." I kept adjusting my position.

The dragon's veins are spirited and will avoid unfavorable terrain. The Crow Mountain is like an awl. It is said that the dragon's veins will actively bypass it.

There was a cold feeling in my chest, something trembling slightly, I was stunned, and took out a jade pendant hanging on my chest.

"Dragon Mark Order! I didn't expect Brother Lang to give you this treasure." Mr. Lai stared at the jade pendant and exclaimed.

I stared suspiciously at the trembling dragon-shaped jade pendant, and took it off my neck. The jade pendant left my palm and floated on the ground with a faint light.

A trace of white mist rose from the ground and slowly moved forward. The mist as thick as chopsticks was as flexible as a snake.

"It's deducing the trend of the dragon's veins, who brought the pen and paper?" Mr. Lai asked urgently.

"Who has nothing to bring that thing with you." Fatty Wang patted his empty pocket.

I squatted down, picked up a branch, stared at the mist that swam away like a little snake, and drew directly on the ground.

The little snake made of mist twisted and twisted seven times, and finally re-burrowed into the ground. The jade pendant shimmered and fell quietly to the ground without any movement.

I walked over to pick up the jade pendant, put it around my neck again, stared at the marks on the ground, and frowned in thought.

Mr. Lai held the compass, stared at the starting point of the line on the ground, and kept counting with his fingers.

"The dragon's vein originates in the north, so it should be a branch of the Yellow River, but the position where the dragon's head stops is a bit strange." Mr. Lai looked puzzled.

"The head of the dragon, don't rely on the nameless mountain, and don't dive into the abyss." This is a record about the dragon's veins in the broken phase.

It means that, as the core of a dragon vein, the place where the dragon head stays must be in the famous mountains and rivers.

According to the analysis of the trend chart on the ground, the position where the faucet stays should not be far from here.

I turned my head and looked around. In a radius of hundreds of miles, except for Tianzhu Peak where we are, they are all short and small hills. I really can't find a famous mountain that can accommodate the dragon's head.

Mr. Lai stared at the compass pointer, calculated for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed ahead, and asked Bai Yuan, "Where is that foggy place?"

Bai Yuan looked along Mr. Lai's fingers, obviously not very familiar with that place, she tilted her head and thought for a long time before she said uncertainly, "The location there should be behind the holy mountain, but I have never been there. "

"I have a feeling that this dragon vein seems to have been cut off by life." I stared at Crow Mountain and said slowly.

The pointed Crow Mountain, like an awl, was nailed seven inches into the dragon's vein, and it belonged to the position of the dragon's head. The white mist sank strangely, like a round pot.

"I have a feeling that this dragon vein seems to be artificially imprisoned. Is there really someone who inherited the inheritance of Taoist Swallowing Dragon?" Mr. Lai seemed to be recalling something, muttering to himself.

"It's difficult for a difficult dragon to rise up. Zhang Yuncang, who is looking for the dragon, is willing to save the common people with his own body." The words on the stone tablet suddenly appeared in my mind.

"The Holy Mountain, the Mysterious Temple, and the Crow Mountain where the dragon is broken by seven inches, there seems to be a secret here, which has been artificially hidden." I walked back and forth.

"Does what you said have anything to do with the curse that our Miao family suffered?" Bai Yuan didn't understand Feng Shui, but she was a girl with a quick mind.

"Of course it has something to do with it. Your ancestors lived here, and the rise and fall of dragon veins has been linked to your personal luck." Mr. Lai answered from the side.

I didn't speak, I sorted out the clues in my mind, the blood was condensed, the blood corpse broke the dragon, this line pointed directly to the high priest of the Heimiao village, could he be the Taoist who swallowed the dragon of this generation?

(End of this chapter)