Secrets are not used by outsiders. But throughout history, there are very few who can be called secrets, and their roots are not in the matter but in people. Therefore, there is only one kind of person who can truly keep secrets: dead people! Unfortunately, Xingchen and I may follow the footsteps of these secret pioneers. Just as we were talking, an invisible big net was opening.

In a luxurious mansion on the outskirts of the city, a masked man in a night clothes knelt on one knee in front of an old man.

"Master, Li Yifan has left."

"The traitor Xingchen dared to hide such an important secret, and colluded with outsiders to seek the secrets. Humph! Keep watching them, and come quickly to report it when there is news."

"yes!"

The old man who spoke was none other than Xingchen's master. He was known as the old man Qiankun, and he was the seventeenth generation leader of the Qimen Dunjia. In the eyes of the world, this old man Qiankun always looked uncontested. In order to expand the Qimen Dunjia sect, he always brought his only disciple Xingchen to all parts of the motherland to search for lost secret techniques. Although he was over 60 years old, he never stopped and could be regarded as a model of the supernatural world. But who would know that it was this old man who secretly trained twelve dead soldiers, named as the twelve zodiac signs, and always monitored the actions of major sects in the supernatural world, trying to have a trick to lead the heroes in one day. His ambitions are so great that it is surprising.

It is said that these twelve dead men each have their own skills and never show their true faces. Only the old man Qiankun knows their true appearance. Once they perform major tasks, the old man Qiankun will summon or assign a combination. In recent years, many headless cases that have appeared in the supernatural world have mostly been their hands. The masked man in black just now was Wuma, one of the twelve dead men, who specializes in delivering various messages.

"Xingchen, Li Yifan, the yellow-haired child still wants to spy on the secrets of heaven, and overestimate his ability, hum..." After a sneer, the old man Qiankun walked into the dark room.

As the saying goes: The poor play ten steel hooks on the crossroads, but they cannot hook their relatives' flesh and blood; the rich swing swords, guns, sticks, and sticks in the deep mountains and forests, but they cannot beat friends and friends without righteousness. What's more, like Xingchen and I, one has the most precious treasure of the supernatural world, and the other holds the golden key to open the secret of heaven. There must be more than one person thinking about us.

In a building in the city center, a man in Tang suit was leaning on the sofa to taste the wine. Yes, this man in Tang suit, Ouyang Sikong, who beat me half to death at Xiaoxiao's house, was taught by Yitianzhi. The founder of this day sect was originally a disciple of the Maoshan sect. His Taoist name was Yizi. He was expelled from the sect for secretly practicing Maoshan forbidden art, and then founded Yitianzhi alone.

Although Yizi has not been learning art for a long time, he is very talented. He gathers the strengths of Maoshan Technique and integrates magic from Zhengyidao, Lushan sect, Quanzhendao and other schools. He even absorbs some folk witchcraft and head-slaying techniques to create a unique cultivation method. Although Yizi is an abandoned disciple of Maoshan, his nature is not bad, so he sets strict rules at the beginning of his establishment of Yizi's Technique. However, people always have weaknesses. Yizi's weakness is that he is very happy to achieve success. He recruits disciples in order to quickly grow Yizi's Technique. Among them, there will inevitably be some mermaid eyes with evil thoughts, Ouyang Sikong's great-grandfather is one of them.

Ouyang's great-grandfather was also a Yin-Yang master when he was young. He used Feng Shui and made a living. However, this person was good at gambling and not only lost all his savings but also owed usury. In order to avoid his creditors, he could only run around and sneak into the Yitian Teaching by chance. As the Yin-Yang master, Ouyang's great-grandfather saw Yitian's extraordinary Taoist skills at a glance. With his sweet words and sleek personality, he quickly gained Yitian's appreciation and trust. With his newborn disciple, Ouyang's great-grandfather transformed from a new disciple to a Tianshi master-level figure in Yitian's teaching.

Unfortunately, the country is easy to change, but nature is hard to change. Ouyang's great-grandfather not only did not change his gambling habit, but instead became more and more serious, and even used the Taoist arts he learned to make ill-gotten money. When he was a gush, he was discovered by his master one day. One day he was furious and immediately deposed his Taoist arts. However, under the persuasion of many fellow brothers, Ouyang's great-grandfather begged, he punished him for one month to face the wall to serve as a warning.

The master's kindness and the sincerity of his brothers did not awaken his conscience. One night seven days later, Ouyang's great-grandfather escaped from the teaching of one day. It was from that day that there was another scum in the supernatural world - the Ouyang family.

"Boss, according to the report of the person we sent, Li Yifan had a secret conversation with a man named Xingchen for nearly an hour, but the specific content was unknown." A man in a suit stood respectfully beside Ouyang Sikong.

"Stars?" Ouyang Sikong was slightly stunned, "Stars of Qimen Dunjia Sect?"

"Yes, boss." The man in the suit pointed and continued, "In recent times, this Xingchen and his master Qiankun have been very close to the second in charge of the Black Dragon Gang (that is, the "chicken voice" mentioned above). According to our inside report in the Black Dragon Gang, the boss of the Black Dragon Gang, "Black Dragon" of the Black Dragon Gang seemed to have the idea of ​​whitewashing, and voluntarily gave up many underground businesses, and invested a large amount of funds into formal industries. This "chameleon" seems to be very dissatisfied with the "Black Dragon" approach and is contacting people everywhere to replace it."

"Oh? Old Man Qiankun, known as the model of the supernatural world, was actually mixed with the underworld, which is interesting." Ouyang Sikong smiled and continued to ask, "Do you know what Li Yifan and Xingchen have talked about?"

"Well, this is not clear. The secret talk was arranged by the owner of Fuli City, Sister Hong, and our people cannot get close to it. However, this secret talk to the old man Qiankun seems to be unaware of it."

"Even old man Qiankun doesn't know? Haha..., interesting."

"Do you want to send 'her' to inquire?"

"No, that is our trump card. You must not move until the critical moment." Ouyang Sikong waved his hand.

After pondering for a while, Ouyang Sikong stood up and said to the man in the suit: "Take a greeting, let's go and meet the old man Qiankun."

"Yes, boss."

Soon, a black high-end car drove out of the building. After about an hour, it arrived at the residence of the old man Qiankun in the suburbs. Immediately, Ouyang Sikong and the man in suit got out of the car one after another.

"Go and call the door."

"Yes." After receiving the order, the man in the suit raised his greeting letter to the gate and whispered loudly: "Ouyang Sikong, the patriarch of the Ouyang family, came to visit the old man Qiankun, the head of the Qimen Dunjia Sect!"

After waiting for a long time, there was no answer in the courtyard, and it seemed that there was no one at all.

The man in the suit looked back at Ouyang Sikong, as if asking for instructions. Ouyang Sikong nodded immediately. The man in the suit walked forward a few steps, and shouted loudly: "Ouyang Sikong, the patriarch of the Ouyang family, visited the old man Qiankun!"

After a long time, an old man Qiankun answered from the yard: "Little kid, stop shouting, I have to keep a few thin tiles to shelter from the wind and rain!" This sentence sounded like a bell, which shocked the man in the suit to retreat several steps. Fortunately, Ouyang Sikong pressed his spiritual platform, center, and soul gate in time, otherwise he would have a heart and lung rupture.

"Senior Qiankun, why bother with the younger generation?" Ouyang Sikong said to the yard.

"Haha, it turns out that Ouyang tribe is here to grow up. I'm sorry for being old and weak, so I can't go out to greet you." After saying that, the old man Qiankun still coughed a few times as if he was pretending to be.

"I heard that my senior was not feeling well, so I came to visit me. If you have any other important things, please give me advice." Ouyang Sikong came and went downstairs.

"Captain Ouyang is intent. If you have any questions, please come in and tell me."

"Boss, he obviously looks down on us!" Wen, a man in the suit, said angrily.

"Give him some sweetness first, and when we find out the details, he will naturally suffer." Ouyang Sikong's face was gloomy. Since his birth, no one who dared to talk to him like this would end up.

The man in the suit responded "Yes" and then stepped forward and walked into the yard.

This is an antique courtyard, facing a spacious living room. The double-top design of the Ming Dynasty made it look a bit heavy and light. The golden glazed tiles on the roof appear even more magnificent under the sunlight. There is a rectangular pond in front of the hall, which divides the entire courtyard into two. There is no flowers and plants in the pond, but it is covered with stone steps in the shape of lotus leaves. Unlike other ancient buildings, there are no east-west wing rooms in the courtyard, but green bamboos are planted on the left and right sides. In the depths of the bamboo forest, clusters of flowers can be seen vaguely competing for beauty. The breeze comes, the clear water, blue sky, and green bamboos and red flowers appear to have a unique charm.

"This old guy really enjoys it." The man in the suit muttered in a low voice. It seemed that he was still worried about what had happened just now.

"Since you are here, please ask Chief Ouyang to come into the house and talk." As he spoke, a strange expression flashed across the old man Qiankun's face, and then he returned to his usual kind and amiable appearance.

Although it flashed by, Ouyang Sikong was still noticed, so he stood there without moving. The man in the suit couldn't hold back and stepped onto the lotus leaf stone steps in one step.

One step, two steps...ten steps, thirty steps..., the man in the suit walked for 15 minutes in a pond that was just 4 meters wide, but never reached the opposite side. "It's strange, he was clearly walking in a straight line, why did he return to the place after walking a few steps? Could it be that a ghost hit the wall?" The man in the suit muttered in his heart, and looked up at the sky again, "The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly. It's impossible that a ghost hit the wall, let alone the boss is there."

About 15 minutes later, the man in the suit seemed very impatient. While wiping the sweat on his face randomly, he kept changing directions, trying to get out of this vicious circle. Suddenly, he staggered and the man in the suit tilted down. At this moment, Ouyang Sikong rushed over, grabbed the man in the suit with his big hands, and then jumped backwards, and the two fell to the edge of the pond.

The man in the suit looked at Ouyang Sikong blankly, as if he had not come back to his senses from what had happened just now, "Boss, I..."

Ouyang Sikong waved his hand and signaled him not to say anything more. He turned around and said to the old man Qiankun: "Senior, you are a good method. Such a exquisite Feng Shui layout really opened my eyes."

"Oh? How did you see it?"

"Then I'll be ugly." Ouyang Sikong bowed and said, "Start with the pond in front of him, these lotus stone steps look messy, and in fact they are well aware of the essence of the Eight Formation Map created by Mr. Kong Ming. I just counted carefully that there are 64 stone steps in the pond, each 8 are in a group, arranged according to the eight positions of heaven, earth, wind, cloud, dragon, tiger, bird, and snake. What's more exquisite is that the eight stone steps in each position also imply the principle of the Eight Formation Map. These eight eighty and sixty-four formations are truly unpredictable."

"Even so, how could a few stone steps stop the Ouyang family?"

"Hmph..." Ouyang Sikong smiled contemptuously and continued: "Of course a few stones cannot be. However, they are the eyes of the entire Feng Shui bureau, the key lies."

"Oh? How do you say it?"

"Overall houses have east-west wing rooms, but you plant green bamboos here, the purpose is to cover up the flower clusters in the bamboo forest. If I guess correctly, these should be mandala flowers. "Compendium of Materia Medica" records that this flower is warm and toxic, but it makes people confused. The pond, bamboo forest, and mandala flowers form an exquisite Feng Shui bureau. Once someone steps into the pond, it destroys the bureau and also activates the Feng Shui array in the courtyard. A large amount of mandala pollen will instantly fill the entire pond. Coupled with the halo reflected by these golden glazed tiles, the intruder immediately falls into a illusion, like a ghost hitting a wall. And..."

"What is it?" asked Old Man Qiankun with great interest.

"The small pond has 64 stone steps. In addition to the accident of taking the Eight Formation Diagram, more importantly, the gap between each stone steps is very small. Even if the intruders fall into the illusion, they will not fall into the water. They can only circle around in the same place."

"As you said, don't these things also cause me trouble?"

"The eight formations in the eight formations of heaven, earth, wind, cloud, dragon, tiger, bird, and snake correspond to the eight gates of life, wound, Xiu, Du, Jing, death, shock, and open the eight gates. As long as you can enter from the Sheng gate, you can be guaranteed to be free. However, except for me, the eight formations and sixty-four small formations in front of you, who can guarantee that you will take the right step at the right pace?"

"Haha..., the Ouyang Clan Chief Ouyang is indeed very knowledgeable, okay." As he said that, the old man Qiankun picked up an ink pen from the table, raised it with a sway, and a few drops of ink fell onto the eight stone steps without any bias. "Class Chief Ouyang, please."

A battle without gunpowder ended like this. Although the old man Qiankun and Ouyang Sikong were calm on the surface, they were turbulent in their hearts. First, this Feng Shui formation was a masterpiece of the old man Qiankun, but he did not expect to be broken by Ouyang Sikong; second, although this formation was not dangerous, it was linked together and exquisite, and it was something that Ouyang Sikong had never seen in his life.

In fact, for a master like Ouyang Sikong who is both internal and external, jumping into a pond that is only a few meters wide is just a light jump. However, since the place set up by Old Man Qiankun, as the patriarch of the Ouyang family, it is too shameless to accept the challenge. On the other hand, the Ouyang family and the Qimen Dunjia faction have little contact, and both sides also want to take this opportunity to touch the other's background. Due to today's contest, both sides have some fear in their hearts, which directly led to a fierce battle between the two factions a few years later.

Not to mention these later words for now. With guidance, Ouyang Sikong and the man in suit successfully passed through the pond. However, this would be like declaring war directly on the Qimen Dunjia faction.

After entering the living room, Ouyang Sikong took the lead and said, "I heard that another great disciple was getting very close to a boy named Li Yifan recently?"

"The little disciple has always made extensive friends. As for the Li Yifan you mentioned, I have never heard of it."

"The old guy is really cunning. I am so direct, he still pretends to be crazy and stupid." Ouyang Sikong thought silently in his heart, but his expression was still as usual, and he said, "As far as I know, the plot between the two of them seems to involve the noble faction. Is it true that you, as the head of the sect..."

"How dare you interfere in the family affairs of my Qimen Dunjia Sect!" Old Man Qiankun slapped the table and scolded loudly.

"Hmph, I was cheated. However, I was too lazy to care about all the things in your family. What I want is Li Yifan." Ouyang Sikong secretly was happy and continued, "Senior, please calm down. I am not interfering in the affairs of the noble school, but this Li Yifan has something to do with this family. As the patriarch, I don't want others to have too much contact with him."

"That's all?" asked the old man Qiankun.

"Please rest assured, I only want Li Yifan. As for the plot between them, I am not interested at all." Ouyang Sikong replied affirmatively.

"Okay! But the ugly thing is ahead. If Li Yifan dares to interfere in the secret of this sect, I will directly defeat him."

"Yes, even if you don't do anything, I will kill him after finishing the family affairs. However, if Xingchen interferes, I will not show mercy."

"I won't need you at that time, I will solve this rebellious disciple."

"Okay, a gentleman's word."

"Hand a quick horse and a whip."

After saying that, the old man Qiankun and Ouyang Sikong slapped three times and formed an alliance.

At this moment, a man broke into the courtyard, ran and shouted loudly: "Master Qiankun, my brother has something to discuss with you."

It was not someone else, but the "Skinny Monkey" under the chameleon's confidant. Seeing this person, the old man Qiankun showed a satisfied smile on his face, and he thought to himself, "It seems that everything is ready, but the east wind is not available."
Chapter completed!