Master of the city

People, sometimes they just hate to be straight.

In my heart, I scold Zhao Qilin for being unreliable. When I eat, Zhang Fan is not polite at all.

There's no way. Zhang Fan is a foodie himself. I'm used to being short of money these years. I haven't eaten anything good at all. Recently, I've got a little money, but I have no time to deal with trifles. The last time I ate barbecue, I don't know how many years ago.

At that time, what we ate was not such a serious barbecue, but the Sparrows and grasshoppers caught by our friends in the mountains. They wore them with wooden sticks and roasted them dry without oil and salt. Although they could eat, the taste was not so good.

It's chicken and meat, washed clean in the stream, oiled and grilled on the grill, creaking. When you sprinkle salt, cumin and chili noodles, it's like you've got a hand. You can pull your nostrils open and go inside.

Zhao Haoke, who is in a depressed mood and has relatives by his side, eats a lot of food. He drinks beer with Zhao Qilin while eating. After a while, he drinks high. Holding a stone beside him, he cries and laughs. He scolds Liang Xiaoman for being shameless and not a thing. He scolds himself for being worthless and not making money and not a man.

Zhao Qilin is much better than him. After drinking too much, he sits on a nearby stone, takes out his mobile phone and calls the women in the address book one by one.

Zhang Fan's Shanzhai machine, which claims to have a signal in the coal mine, has no signal at this time, not to mention Zhao Qilin's mobile phone. He dials one by one and talks to himself there.

At the end of the day, Zhao Qilin began to cry as he spoke. If he listened carefully, he could tell that he was confessing and crying to the three women who were killed by him or whose life was not like death. Want to come to this goods languid appearance, that heart is also tortured not light.

Zhang Fan doesn't have the leisure of the two of them. He drinks coke, and now he has a clear mind. With a straw in his mouth, he lay on the grass and looked at the bright Tianhe River overhead.

There is no lack of geomantic omen technique of celestial stars. It is also recorded in the secret record of Lord Yang, but Zhang Fan's cultivation at this time is far from enough. Besides the dazzling number of stars, he can see nothing.

I don't know if it's enough crying.

Zhao Haoke, holding a can of beer, staggers to Zhang Fan and lies beside him. He looks up at the starry sky with him, "brother, look Heaven, Tianhe The one over there is Niulang, and the one over there is Zhinu. Hehe, do you think Niulang and Zhinu are true? "

Zhang Fan didn't look back, but squinted at the two stars pointed by Zhao Haoke.

"It should be true."

"Really, ha ha, really. She blamed me for stealing men if I didn't go home. Ha ha, you say that Zhinu and Niulang meet once a year. Zhinu can stand loneliness. Why can't that girl stand loneliness? Ha ha ha, you said that if the weaver girl died suddenly, the cowherd found out after a year, would it be very sad? Ha ha ha ha

"Brother, you think too much, one day in the sky, one day in the world..."

The word "year" hasn't been spoken out, Zhang Fan suddenly froze.

Niulang, Zhinu and Tianhe?

Zhang Fan got up from the ground.

Why didn't you think of it before? Why didn't you think of it before!

In a big Feng Shui Bureau, there are many small ones. These sinister small situations are hidden in the auspicious overall situation. They are very hidden and hard to be found.

The layout of the mountain tomb is quite good, except for the unknown shaft. So is there anything on both sides of the river?

In the secret record of Yang Gong, there is a kind of small plot of punishing villains, which is called Xinghan Tianhe Bureau. This game is to use hands and feet on the water, artificially trim the water in the graveyard into a similar shape of Tianhe, and then bury a rune or paper man with eight characters written on the birthdays of the later generations of men and women and their spouses in the location of Altair and Vega.

Once the Xinghan Tianhe bureau is completed, the two people who are buried with the rune seal and paper man will be like the Cowherd and weaver girl, and will never be together at both ends of the Tianhe river.

Thinking of this festival, Zhang Fan became more determined.

According to my grandfather, Zhao Yishou did all the things of the Zhao family. As a disciple of my grandfather, Zhao Yishou should also know what was recorded in the secret record of Yang Gong. Although the Tianhe Bureau of Xinghan noted in the secret record of Yang Gong that it was not allowed to leave, the people of our school would certainly.

And the signs on Zhao Qilin are not the same as the influence of Xinghan Tianhe bureau?

What's more, Zhao Qilin's love affair, which seems to have been cut off, is just like the two sides separated by Tianhe?

The only thing Zhang Fan doesn't understand is that Zhao Qilin was only a child in his early 10 years old. Why did Zhao Yishou think of killing him? Even if there is any unspeakable hatred between him and Zhao Qi, it should be against Zhao Qi Cai.

Forget it, some things just thinking about here are not clear. Since it may be Xinghan Tianhe Bureau, we should break it first.

On the other side of the big stone, Zhao Qilin, who was talking to himself, didn't know when he had already gone to sleep. The snoring made the mountain sound. Zhang Fan pulled a few hairs from his head, but Zhao Qilin didn't feel it at all. He continued to sleep with his dead pig.With yellow paper on his body, Zhang Fan bit his finger and wrote a trace finding sign with blood. After that, he wrote the eight characters of Zhao Qilin's birthday on the back of the sign, wrapped his hair and lit the sign.

After a while, Zhao Qilin flies to the paper and finds nothing to do with it.

Fortunately, there is a very thin smoke floating to the river, circling several times, slowly fell to the ground.

Just before cutting meat, there was a bone picking knife. Zhang Fan took it as a shovel and dug it up on the ground. This dig, it is enough to dig down a foot deep, and finally from below dug out a cloth villain. Zhang Fan uses a knife to cut the cloth. In the belly of the villain, there is a yellow paper sign, on which is the eight characters of Zhao Qilin's birthday written in blood.

But what makes Zhang Fan most curious is on the other side of the river.

Since it is Xinghan Tianhe Bureau, there is a cowherd position and a weaver girl position. The weaver girl and the cowherd face each other across the river. It's not hard to say that they are all from their own family until Zhao Qilin's birthday, but what about the three women who were killed?

What can be said about the past in China may have been found through some channels, but what about those two abroad? Zhao Yishou has never been abroad in his life. How can he find their birthday?

It's impossible for him to figure out their birthdays by divination, isn't it?

Zhang Fan didn't dig it out twice because he didn't measure it accurately and couldn't use it. He didn't dig it out until the third time.

The head of the cloth villain came out of the soil. Zhang Fan pulled it out, patted the soil on it, cut his stomach with a knife, and pulled out some rags and cotton wadding.

Puzzled, Zhang Fan looked down and saw that there was a villain at the bottom of the pit where the villain was pulled out. Did he say that there were many things buried here?

Simply no matter in the middle of the night, Zhang Fan simply along the bottom of the pit slowly dug up. This is a great dig.

Ten little people and twelve animal puppets were dug up.

"A, B, C, D, e, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren and GUI" were written on the ten villains in blood respectively.

The twelve puppets are rat, ox, tiger, rabbit, dragon, snake, horse, sheep, monkey, chicken, dog and pig, and the corresponding "Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, you, Xu and Hai" are also written in blood.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but smack his tongue in such a big battle. No matter what kind of woman Zhao Qilin finds, the eight characters of her birthday must be made up of these ten stems and twelve Branches, so she will be killed.

Zhang Fan didn't pay much attention to these 22 puppets when he was digging. Below, they should be arranged according to the Benming Gan array recorded in the secret record of Yang Gong. This array looks simple, but actually it needs to pay a great price.

The blood used for writing is not ordinary blood, but the blood essence of one's own life forced from the body with genuine Qi. Once one loses the blood essence of one's own life, one's life will not be long. And after death, the corpse is rotten and smelly. As long as the corpse gas is inhaled, there will be a serious illness.

I think Zhao Yishou may have asked Zhang Fan's grandfather to help him hang his life with a secret method. By the time he traveled around, he couldn't hang himself any more. In order to be respectable when you die and not poison your family, we have to travel around.

Since my grandfather said that he wanted Zhang Fan to help end the cause and effect, he didn't want Zhao Qilin to know. As for Zhao Haoke, the honest and honest man, if he had such a vicious heart as his father, he would not be put on a tall green hat.

Zhang Fan threw all the puppets and runes into the pit where the weaver girl was sitting. He used the fire symbol to draw out the rune fire, and all of them were burned to ashes. Then the soil was filled back into the pit.

If the magic weapon has been destroyed, the Xinghan Tianhe Bureau will be completely destroyed. It's just that the shaft is still hard to let go, and I don't know what's hidden underneath. Zhao Yishou tries his best to do this, but it can't be just to harm Zhao Qilin's younger generation. All the mysteries will be revealed when we go down the well tomorrow.

Summer night in the mountains, insects, birds, lying on the grass, a heart seems to calm down. Looking up at the stars in the sky, Zhang Fan's vision suddenly blurred. The stars seemed to form a woman's face, constantly emerging and changing in front of him.

Sometimes it's serious and calm, sometimes it's charming, sometimes it's cold enough to make people sad

Stretched out a hand toward the sky, knowing that he could not grasp it, he was still holding the jaw of the "person". At this time, would she also think about him?