Died at the age of one hundred and forty-eight

One hundred and forty-eight years old.

An Ning did not interrupt Mr. Feng Shui's words anymore. Inside the low courtyard wall, accompanied by the faint sound of whimpering wind, Mr. Feng Shui told his story.

"In my life, I have experienced glory, depression, battles, and regrets."

"When I was young and vigorous, I relied on my abilities to do things that I will regret for the rest of my life."

Mr. Feng Shui let out a long sigh and looked into the distance.

"In this village, because I lost control while drunk and leaked important information, all the villagers were killed overnight, and it was all because of me."

"The people who knew it gradually died, and I was left alone to stay here. It can be regarded as atonement."

Although Mr. Feng Shui did not explain it in detail, he used his own experience to give An Ning a warning.

"Tranquility, people don't have to ask about comings and goings, they only need to know the direction they are going. You are doing well and have always been good. Keep going and everything will be fine."

An Ning took a few steps back, leaving Mr. alone in front.

Early in the morning, the door to the small courtyard opened.

The man who originally looked like he was only in his forties now had wrinkles all over his face, and his original appearance was no longer visible.

But she stopped again.

For a moment, An Ning wanted to stop it.

Inside the house, the gentleman who was meditating on the kang glanced out the window with his eyes closed, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

"You want to use your ashes to make a Feng Shui formation?"

"My pleasure."

This moment was the moment he chose for himself, not God's arrangement.

Gradually, An Ning saw an invisible net in mid-air.

Contented.

A certain magnetic field has a huge impact on people. Mencius' mother's three moves also changed the environment. The magnetic field can also be said to be the environment.

"This one... remember to dig it out. I will give you the reward of being an apprentice."

Mr. Liu accepted An Ning's bow, then helped An Ning up as a friend and pointed to the road outside.

"It's so long."

In less than an hour, An Ning arrived at her husband's door. She didn't go in, but waited quietly.

The gentleman, wearing a robe embroidered with unknown patterns, came out of the house, walked to the door, and said to An Ning: "Come with me?"

She couldn't bear to disturb him.

Time gradually passed by, and after the husband buried the last magic weapon in the bag, his originally black hair had already turned white.

"I'll do it well."

An Ning boiled water, got the tea leaves that her husband had collected for a long time, brewed the tea, and walked to the yard with the teacup in hand.

The entire galaxy has spent hundreds of years preparing for the inheritance of seeds. If someone stops her, she will not be grateful, only angry.

The two of them seemed to have finished talking about everything. An Ning was sent out by Mr. Feng Shui. At the door, An Ning turned her back to the gentleman and asked: "You never told me your name."

"Hahahahaha!"

Mr. Feng Shui pointed to a piece of paper on the table with a detailed address on it.

"This tea smells really good. If I had known, I would have——"

"Take all the books in my room."

One thousand meters to the west, Shuanglong Cave, two meters and three inches downward toward the south.

Leave in peace.

An old man and a young man walked down the mountain and returned to the small courtyard and the stone table.

She could see her husband opening his eyes and smiling one by one, as well as his silent thank you, which made An Ning know that he knew she was coming.

She cannot destroy it, this is what he wishes and wants in his life.

"The road is wide and the sky is wide, go ahead."

After returning to An Ning's home, his expression did not change much, but he spoke a little less, and no one paid much attention to it.

This network is not real, but it is real.

Mr. Feng Shui said nonchalantly: "I owe something to the people here, and I can only repay it to the people in the future."

As soon as Mr. Feng Shui said this, An Ning suddenly smiled and saluted Mr. Feng Shui.

An Ning looked at her husband with somewhat pleading eyes, and finally nodded slowly.

Every time Mr. takes a step, his vitality disappears a little bit.

An Ning followed behind her husband, and the two of them were almost on their way. If someone saw him in the middle of the night, they would definitely think that they had met a ghost, or a legless ghost that could fly.

The same is true for the gentleman in front of me. This moment, this time, and this place were all carefully calculated by the gentleman.

Although invisible, it actually changes the aura, or magnetic field, here.

Just after midnight, she sat up, got dressed, and quietly walked out of An's house.

God sent a man from heaven so that he would not have to suffer the five disadvantages and three shortcomings in his later years.

"It's Mr. Brutal Junior."

An Ning stared at the directions and requirements on the urn. She raised her head in disbelief and looked at the Feng Shui Master.

"Come over tomorrow at Tatsuki. After collecting your things, please cremate my body and bury my ashes in this location."

Mr. Feng Shui stood up and followed quietly.

"Hahahaha, okay, okay, you, I don't know how long you have been making this tea."

Mr. Feng Shui handed An Ning a scroll, and An Ning accepted it. The two of them understood each other tacitly.

She wanted to stay, but she knew that her husband had things he wanted to do and needed to be alone.

An Ning turned around, with a seeking look in her eyes, which made Mr. Liu nod his head affirmatively and said: "I am old and incompetent. I was once the Feng Shui master who was the ancestor of the An family and has been guarded for generations."

An Ning held the tea cup and said in a lower voice: "If I had known, we would have drank earlier."

The two of them reached the mountain very quickly, where the husband had found a burial place for himself.

"I'm really anxious. Can't you wait for me for a while?"

Regularly, with specific steps, every time he finds a precise place, he personally buries a magic weapon in the bag.

The husband did not greet An Ning and slowly closed his eyes.

And the husband is using his own vitality to change the magnetic field of this land and help future generations of the entire village.

In the evening, An Ning went back to the room to rest very early.

"Let's go back. There's still time for a pot of tea."

"Liu Shou'an."

He said that his end was approaching, but it was better to say that he allowed his end to come.

He is truly satisfied.

"Thanks."

An Ning stepped forward, held her husband's arm, and said politely: "Then you have to drink the tea you put at the bottom of the box. I won't drink the bad tea."

"Keep security?"

"How can we talk about false etiquette when we forget our friendship."

The tranquility at the door and spiritual power gradually enveloped the entire courtyard.

When the husband turned around and looked at An Ning, his eyes were full of satisfaction, as it should be, and he was relieved of the world, free from worries.

The gentleman has a compass in his left hand and a cloth bag in his right hand.

Although An Ning is not a member of the mountain sect, her mental power makes her sensitive and accurate to all mysterious powers.

An Ning put the tea cup on the table and pushed it to the gentleman opposite, but the gentleman never responded.

She sat there for who knows how long, then finally picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The aroma of tea overflowed and her mouth was filled with fragrance.

"It's weird, it's a bit bitter."

A tear dropped from the corner of An Ning's eye and fell into the cup of water, causing a small ripple.
Chapter completed!