“Ah~~”

Sang Er's screams were ups and downs, from passionate and loud to breathing silently, just like a beautiful vocal music, which made Fang Yuan feel very satisfied and extremely comfortable.

Of course, this is just a small episode and is not worth mentioning. It is equivalent to an appetizer, and the meal is still at the end. Anyway, Fang Yuan also made up his mind to learn from Xu Shu, being in the camp and being in the heart, and trying to remain silent if he can speak.

While drinking tea, he was quite comfortable listening to the sound of Sang Er being beaten.

The old man suddenly asked, "Master Fang, how about this tea?"

"...It's very good." Fang Yuan sang it and nodded, "It tastes good."

"This is a tea tree in Yunnan and Guizhou. After I asked someone to take it to Myanmar, I planted it in a manor. I originally thought that it could not survive in a foreign country, but I didn't expect that it not only survived, but also took root and sprouted, and continued to reproduce." The old man smiled and said, "This is the third generation of tea, but the taste is no different from that in China."

"Is that true?" Fang Yuan put down the teacup and pretended that he couldn't understand the meaning of the old man's words.

"This is the fact." The old man's expression was solemn: "Master Fang, I actually understand your concerns. It's just that we think that our Sang family is no longer Chinese. Now we are trying to use the Chinese Feng Shui dragon vein. This is stealing luck and having bad intentions. That's why you go back on your word and would rather lose your reputation than 'help the evil for abuse'."

Fang Yuan was shocked and said calmly: "If so, so what?"

"Haha, as expected..." The old man Yang Chang laughed. An admiration appeared on his face: "Master Fang, you are a virtuous person. This sentiment is amazing."

At the same time, Sanger understood, and most of the anger in his heart dissipated.

"It's not a good thing to be virtuous, but I just think that you need to have some bottom line in life."

Since the words were already spoken, Fang Yuan no longer concealed it and said frankly: "If it was an ordinary Feng Shui site, I wouldn't have any trouble. The problem is that this is a banished place, and I can't tell you."

Fang Yuan felt that as a Feng Shui master, he should also consider the issue of national destiny while talking about professional ethics.

Why do some ancient Feng Shui books always list many forbidden areas, but the contents of these forbidden areas are vague, and most of them are just a brief introduction. The reason is that the forbidden areas are related to the rise and fall of the dynasty, so no matter how powerful Feng Shui masters are, they dare not reveal the secrets of heaven, so as not to suffer a sudden disaster.

Speaking of which, this is also a rule, a rule that even Feng Shui masters without inheritance can easily understand. Everyone acts according to the rules, and the world will definitely not be in chaos.

Otherwise, I will make an imperial tomb for this person today. Tomorrow you will set a dragon vein for that person, and the day after tomorrow someone will set up a large tomb of the princes for a group of people.

Not to mention whether doing so will cause chaos in the world, even if the conflict is backfired, it is no big deal. It is nothing more than repeating the history of the Southern and Northern Dynasties or the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.

But the situation of the Sang family is different. They are no longer Chinese. How can China divide the territory within the borders and it is their own family chores. Anyway, the meat is rotten in the pot, so it is not a problem for anyone to be the boss.

The old man himself said that Feng Shui masters have national boundaries, so Fang Yuan naturally could not watch foreigners steal the Feng Shui fortune that belongs to China without being indifferent.

The old man was not angry about Fang Yuan's insistence, but was amazed: "Master Fang is both moral and talented, which also proves that we are really looking for the right person."

"What's the situation? Are you talking about it?" Fang Yuan was a little surprised. At this time, the old man shouldn't be furious and scolded himself for being ungrateful and then to be ruthless and to be threatened in various ways?

If this is true... he is also ready to "a person who knows the times is a hero". A hero will not suffer any loss at the moment. He decided to pretend to agree, and then...huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A Feng Shui master is determined to be a yin person, but there are many ways to do it. As long as you do some tricks in the arrangement process, you can be invisible and even harm the whole family at any time!

When Fang Yuan was conceiving some evil tricks in his mind, he heard the old man laughing and said, "Master Fang, I can't explain some things clearly. Let me tell you."

While speaking, the old man stood up and waved, "Sange, let's go out too. Master Fang and his brother are their own people, so they are convenient for communication, so we won't get involved."

"Ah? Oh!" Sanger was stunned and hurriedly helped the old man out.

After a while, the door of the room was closed quietly, and only Fang Yuan and the old Taoist priest were left sitting opposite each other in the room.

At this time, Fang Yuan frowned slightly and said first: "Master Taoist, you understand Feng Shui and you know that this is a treasure land of Feng Shui for the kings and princes who have broken the land and boundaries. Why give it to outsiders? Do you deserve this to be worthy of your ancestors and ancestors? Even if you are a monk, you should understand the magical artifact of the country and not easily teach people, right?"

The old Taoist priest smiled and praised inexplicably: "You performed well, no wonder many people highly praised you."

"Uh?" Fang Yuan was stunned, and was a little surprised. The rhythm of the conversation seemed to be wrong. He was thinking that the old man asked the old Taoist priest to talk to him alone, perhaps to be preparing to lure him for profit.

If the temptation is not good, then a group of big men from outside will come in to show their power. After some coercion and temptation, he "helplessly" agreed, which is normal. But looking at the old Taoist priest, it seems that it is not the same rhythm. Do you still have to brew something, move it with emotion, and explain the benefits and disadvantages?

While Fang Yuan was speculating, the old Taoist priest reached out and slowly took out something, then pressed it on the table and pushed it: "Don't think about it, take a look at this thing first."

"What?" Fang Yuan looked down, then his eyes widened, feeling a little unbelievable: "Yuanyi?"

The thing that the old Taoist priest took out was a golden token, with starry lights on the board and two words flying and flying dragons and phoenixes dancing, Yuan Yi!

At first glance, Fang Yuan was stunned and surprised: "What are you?"

"The old Taoist surname is Zhang..." The old Taoist priest smiled and looked at Fang Yuan with interest, saying, "I heard that you have a good relationship with my Zeng clan grandson, so you should know me."

Fang Yuan immediately opened his mouth wide and turned into a stuttering: "South South and South... Saint!"

The Northern Saint Confucius Zhou, the Southern Saint Zhang Daoxin, and the Northern Saints are described as Zhen Gu Shuo Ling, which may be considered exaggerated, but at least in the Feng Shui world, they are famous and powerful.

Fang Yuan also expected that as long as he continued to hang out in this circle, sooner or later, he would meet such a Feng Shui giant. But he did not expect that he would meet Zhang Daoxin under the current circumstances.

"Fuss..." Zhang Daoxin was a little dissatisfied: "Are you surprised to see me appear here?"

"Of course..." Fang Yuan nodded without hesitation, slowly calmed down, frowned and said, "Wait... Master, why are you here? Shouldn't you be in Longhu Mountain? Could it be that... you have lived here for decades and studied the Feng Shui situation here?"

"Tsk, just talk casually, just take it seriously?" Zhang Daoxin said calmly: "If you don't say that, how can you highlight your high-level and powerful level?"

"Ah?" Fang Yuan was stunned again.

"What, this ghost place, if it weren't for waiting for you to come, who would be willing to stay?" Zhang Daoxin curled his lips and said, "Do you think I'm very leisurely?"

"Wait for me?" Fang Yuan was shocked, his eyes full of vigilance: "You mean, is this the situation you arranged?"

"What kind of situation is not a bad thing, there is no need to say that it is so ugly." Zhang Daoxin waved his hand and said, "It should be said that this is an opportunity. I will give you a chance specifically. The old man in the north still wants his great-grandson to take over, but he doesn't think about who the territory is in the south. Have you asked me?"

"He wants it, but I won't give it to him, and I'll piss him to death..."

Zhang Dao laughed complacently, but Fang Yuan couldn't figure it out, and he felt that there were several meanings contained in it.

Fang Yuan didn't understand the meaning and simply asked, "Why?"

"What why?" Zhang Daoxin chuckled and said, "What do you want to know?"

"I don't understand why you gave such a Feng Shui treasure land to outsiders?" Fang Yuan was puzzled.

Zhang Daoxin smiled and said lightly: "Because... he is his own person."

"Owner?" Fang Yuan was a little confused, and then his body and mind were shocked. He suddenly understood and said in horror: "He is..."

"Yes!" Zhang Daoxin nodded calmly.

In an instant, there seemed to be a flash of lightning in Fang Yuan's mind, connecting broken lines. Decades ago, he retreated to Myanmar, gave up his identity, actively integrated into the local area, became a warlord, pretended to die in his old age, returned to his roots, and then buried in the Feng Shui treasure land, cracked the soil and bounded the border...

The problem is, if the elderly are their own people, then who will split the land and who will divide the border?

Fang Yuan took a breath of cold air. This seemed to be a big game of chess, and the chess had already started to set up a secret piece decades ago. It was not until now that it faintly surfaced and showed its sharpness.

"Do you understand?" Zhang Daoxin smiled and said, "Do you still have any questions?"

"It's gone..." Fang Yuan swallowed his throat and said in a weak voice: "Old man, I want to go home now, is it still too late?"

"Hey, I got on the pirate ship and still wanted to go down?" Zhang Daoxin said with a smile: "One word, it's too late!"

"Actually, I'm not a Feng Shui master..." Fang Yuan's voice was a little weak: "I'm just a liar in the world, and I don't have much ability, I just know how to fool people."

"Nonsense!" Zhang Daoxin slapped the table suddenly, and with a bang, the teacup was shaking.

Fang Yuan bowed his head guiltily: "If you know too much about such a big thing, I'm afraid there will be no benefit in this kind of big thing. I'm worried... I'll be silenced one day."

"Nonsense." Zhang Daoxin laughed and said indifferently: "Look at your cowardly. If your grandfather sees it, he will whip you with a whip. Don't look, it's the whip in your pocket that will make you lose your soul and not enter the cycle of reincarnation..."

Fang Yuan opened his eyes wide, a circle bigger than the copper bell: "Old man, do you know my grandfather?" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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