The old man who brought him was very kind-hearted and took care of Tang Pingyang in every way.

On that day, Tang Pingyang was preparing to go down the well as usual, but was stopped by the old man, "Pingyang, you are in a bad mood today and can't go down. Stay with me honestly."

This sentence came very suddenly. When it was Tang Pingyang who was stunned, he frowned. After looking at the old man for a long time, he wondered: "What's wrong?"

"Last year I watched the stars at night, and the entire coal mine was covered with filthy death breath. And when you wake up in the morning, I watch your Yintang black, and there may be something wrong underground." The old man explained seriously.

"Dirty dead air?" Tang Pingyang lay on the window and looked out. The sun was shining brightly outside, and there was no foul gas confused. Not to mention the foul gas, there was not even a foul gas.

At the same time, he looked in the mirror specifically, and his face turned exactly the same as usual, without any difference.

However, since the old man brought him to this coal mine, he has realized that he has taken good care of him. When he got up this morning, the old man suddenly said this, and his words were not like he was joking. He should not be scaring himself, so he gritted his teeth and sat on the bed. At worst, the boss would not be beaten immediately by his salary today.

But Tang Pingyang was very confused. The old man's words were inexplicable. Although he listened to the old man's words, he still couldn't help asking: "Uncle, why can't the well be down today? Is the mine here also not safe?" As he said that, Tang Pingyang's uncle's bloody appearance appeared in his heart again, his face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes showed a look of fear.

The old man smiled slightly and did not rush to answer, but asked back: "Pingyang, do you know that there is a magic method in this world called geoscience?"

"Taiwanshou art?" Tang Pingyang said to himself in confusion.

"You can also call it Feng Shui, which is an ancient emperor's art. In ancient times, those who get Feng Shui won the world." The old man showed a strong and proud look on his face.

Fourteen-year-old Tang Pingyang didn't know such profound things. After he was confused for a little, he shook the question that he couldn't figure out in his mind and asked: "Uncle Li, I don't understand what you said. I want to know what kind of geoscience technique has to do with whether I can go down the mine today?"

The old man surnamed Li still smiled, not giving much explanation, but just touched Tang Pingyang's not-so-big head and smiled: "Haha, when your Feng Shui technique reaches a certain level, you will know what I said today."

"My Feng Shui technique?" Tang Pingyang looked at his palm. He thought Feng Shui technique into a superb martial art like martial arts TV. After rubbing his hands, there was nothing unusual.

"Haha, Pingyang, you have very good talents and will definitely become a top-level Feng Shui master in the future. You and I have an inseparable fate, so it's not in vain that I have traveled thousands of miles to find you."

Tang Pingyang suddenly had a stern face and muttered: "Uncle Li, you are talking about Pingyang again, don't keep Pingyang from being indifferent. What's wrong with it today? If I have something to do, wouldn't they be very dangerous? Then why are we still sitting here? Why don't we notify them quickly, so that they will be bombed like the last coal mine and even their bodies are gone."

Tang Pingyang was a little anxious. Although he was only fourteen years old, after experiencing family changes and his uncle's death, death is an irresistible demon in his eyes. No matter how capable you are in the world, you cannot escape its demonic capture.

The old man surnamed Li remained silent and looked at Tang Pingyang seriously and showed a hint of praise, but he quickly retreated, his face became a little stern, and he said:

"Pingyang, you can't understand the things in the world of cause and effect. When you reach a certain level of practice, you will naturally understand the right and wrong of the world of cause and effect. They have their own destiny, and we cannot participate in other people's cause and effect."

"Do you know they will die but don't tell them?" Tang Pingyang asked with an incredible look.

Uncle Li shook his head and said nothing.

What he said was exactly the same as the Wordless Heavenly Book for Tang Pingyang. He knew that even if he explained some things to Tang Pingyang now, he would not understand them.

However, for Tang Pingyang, who is only fourteen years old, it is too forced to get involved in Feng Shui, which makes him understand the things in the world of cause and effect at once.

When Tang Pingyang was confused, there was a muffled "bang", and the entire area suddenly shook for a few seconds, like an earthquake that was about to come.

"What's going on?" Tang Pingyang's nightmare appeared again. He didn't dare to think that the next scene was a scene he didn't want to see. His uncle was blown into a bloody spirit and echoed constantly in his mind.

“The mine exploded.”

Uncle Li frowned and hurriedly picked up Tang Pingyang and left the dormitory like a flying boy. He hurriedly ran to a safe area outside. Before the two of them ran out five meters, the house behind began to collapse due to the power of aftershocks. Uncle Li usually looked a little thin, but he was light and agile when he ran. Before he could collapse, they had already arrived at the safe area.

The two mine explosions made Tang Pingyang finally choose to leave the coal mine industry, and since then he followed Mr. Li to the field to learn Feng Shui.

Tang Pingyang was extremely talented. In a short time, he had integrated the theoretical application of the innate Eight Trigrams and the acquired Eight Trigrams with the Five Elements Theory.

After digging through the basic principles of Feng Shui, Mr. Li began to take Tang Pingyang to visit famous Feng Shui masters across the country, including Gongsun Lan, the eight Feng Shui factions, Guo Yanke, the most burial sects of Feng Shui, Yang Liu, Jiang Ming, the urging official lazi, who is known as the undefeated madman, Bu Suanzi, the leader of Xuexin, the Huang Linzhu of Boshan, and Qingxu Taoist who is the Mingjing of the Eight Houses.

At that time, these characters were famous in Feng Shui, and Tang Pingyang was unique in his talent, so the Feng Shui techniques of these eight factions were all mastered in just ten years.

Later I learned that the reason why Mr. Li was able to understand these famous people was because Mr. Li was a myth in the Feng Shui world at that time. It was rumored in the industry that he was a descendant of the ancient Feng Shui master Li Chunfeng and was also a genius in the Feng Shui world. His numerology and arithmetics are all over the Feng Shui world.

However, when it comes to the genius in the Feng Shui world, Li Dongming is a tiny figure compared to Tang Pingyang. After Tang Pingyang obtained the essence of the eight Feng Shui factions, he did not think that this was the pinnacle of Feng Shui. He once heard Li Dongming say that ancient geomancy was the art of emperors.

If geomancy is really an emperor's art, and those who can really win the world by geography, how could the great emperor's art be passed on to the people?
Chapter completed!