At the call of Ancestor Tianji, the secluded strong men in Qingqiu Mountain, Danxue Mountain, Zhongshan Mountain, Mangshan Mountain, Flame Mountain, and Penglai Mountain appeared one after another and rushed to Kunlun Mountain as quickly as possible.
No one expected that this feng shui battle between the Chinese country and the island country would alarm the entire Jiuxuan Tianlongmen.
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Ji family!
Ji Mingyue, who had not closed her eyes since yesterday, looked at the various messages on the computer with satisfaction.
After a night's operation, the Chinese people, whether they believed in Feng Shui or not, showed unprecedented resistance and hostility to the island country's winter festival activities, and even riots broke out in many places.
Officials have suspended all winter festival activities nationwide on the grounds of maintaining social order and protecting the safety of event participants. This is tantamount to a staged victory for the national resistance.
"The superficial problem has been temporarily solved, but the general trend mentioned by my husband still exists."
Ji Mingyue rubbed her brows tiredly. Now all the venues for winter festival events have been sealed off. If she still can't crack the island country's Feng Shui formation, then she can only leave it to professionals to deal with it. There is nothing she can do.
"Sir, I want you to clamor and promote science, oppose feudal superstition, and suppress and expel Feng Shui masters in various ways."
At this moment, Mr. Ji walked into the study room cursing: "Now that you really need me, you are the only one who blames me."
"Grandpa, what's wrong? Are you having trouble communicating with your superiors?"
Ji Mingyue asked the old man with concern.
"It's not just that it's not smooth."
Mr. Ji sat down on the chair angrily: "Longjing didn't have any way to solve the situation. They said they sent people to the various Daotongs to ask for help, but they were told to believe in science and oppose feudal superstition."
The corner of Ji Mingyue's mouth twitched. Although he had known for a long time that cultivators were independent, he didn't expect him to be so disrespectful.
"Actually, I don't blame others for not giving me face."
Mr. Ji sighed helplessly: "According to a few easy-to-talk Taoist leaders, they are actually willing to go down the mountain to conquer the small island, but they can't do anything about the island country's Feng Shui array. No one has even heard of the Seven-Star Transport Array.
And the spirit-gathering and dragon-slaying formation, not to mention the method of breaking the formation."
"No way! Even Jiang Sheng knows these Feng Shui formations, but people from various major traditions don't know them?"
Ji Mingyue was slightly stunned, wondering why Jiang Sheng knew these things?
"toothache!"
Mr. Ji shook his head and said gloomily: "Longjing attaches great importance to this matter, saying that the whole country can cooperate to break the formation, even if it means dispatching the war department's army."
"But the problem now is that there is no way to break the formation, so no matter how much we cooperate, it will be useless!"
"My husband was really right."
Hearing the old man's words, Ji Mingyue shook her head helplessly: "In the face of the island country's long-premeditated conspiracy, even the officialdom is powerless."
"I wonder!"
Mr. Ji muttered unhappily: "Winter days have been banned nationwide, why can't we break Xiaodaozi's bullshit formation?"
"Oh! Grandpa, look at this."
Ji Mingyue sighed and pushed the laptop in front of the old man.
"Is this a weather map?"
The old man stared at the computer in confusion, and then his eyes widened: "How come the air clouds over the cities where the winter festivals are held look like the island country pattern we drew on the map before, with a sharp sword extending from it?"
"This is what Jiang Sheng said is that the trend has been achieved."
Ji Mingyue explained: "The island country started its layout more than ten years ago. Now, the Feng Shui array has been completed. Even if the winter festival activities are banned, these two arrays will not disappear."
“Is there really nothing we can do and we can only watch helplessly as our country’s fortunes are stolen and our dragon’s veins are violated?”
Mr. Ji clenched his fists unwillingly.
Ji Mingyue moved her lips, not knowing what to say for a moment?
No solution!
"Miss!"
Just when Ji Mingyue and the old man were at their wits' end, Xiaoyuan walked into the study and reported with a strange expression: "A Taoist priest asked to see the young lady."
"Can't you tell me a lot?"
Ji Mingyue stood up suddenly and immediately became excited: "It's saved, it's saved!"
"Who is it?" Mr. Ji looked confused.
"Take me to see the Taoist priest quickly."
Ji Mingyue ignored the old man and walked out quickly.
"Wait a minute, I'll go with you."
Mr. Ji realized that the person coming was not an ordinary person, so he also stood up.
"Miss, the Taoist Master said that he will only see you alone, otherwise he will leave immediately."
Xiaoyuan quickly reminded.
"Grandpa, don't follow me. I'll go see the Taoist priest myself."
Ji Mingyue shouted without looking back: "If you still want to break Xiaodaozi's conspiracy, you must listen to me."
"Mysterious, what kind of plane are you doing?"
Mr. Ji looked at Ji Mingyue's back unhappily and said coldly: "Ghosting, why don't you follow me to see who the young lady wants to meet?"
Early in the morning.
Ji Changkong came to Tang San's courtyard with deep thoughts.
"Mr. Tang, the sun has come out."
After meeting Tang San, Ji Changkong asked directly: "You said before that you would never let Jiang Sheng see the sun today, so why is he still alive?"
"The target is still alive?"
Ji Changkong's intrusion made Tang San very unhappy, but when he heard the other party's words, he didn't care about blaming him and asked in confusion: "How did Mr. Ji know that Jiang Sheng was still alive?"
"Jiang Sheng has always been in contact with the Ji family. The people sent by the Ji family to support Jiang Sheng last night will soon meet up with him, so of course Jiang Sheng is still alive."
Ji Changkong responded very firmly.
Tang San stared at Ji Changkong for a long time, and then he laughed: "Sorry, something happened last night, and we didn't have time to kill Jiang Sheng, but don't worry, since our Tang Sect has accepted your money, we will definitely do it."
Help you kill the target."
"Just go back and wait for news."
"All right!"
Although Ji Changkong was very dissatisfied, the money had already been paid, and because he was wary of the Tang Sect's strength, he could only leave angrily.
"Xiaoya!"
After Ji Changkong left, Tang San immediately shouted in a low voice with a straight face.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible."
Xiaoyuan walked out of the house and said firmly: "I am sure that Jiang Sheng was hit by my soul-chasing evil spirit. Even if he is a trained man, he will not escape death."
"But Ji Changkong has no reason to lie to me."
Tang San shook his head and frowned: "It seems that Jiang Sheng has defeated your soul-chasing evil. Then we must take remedial measures to get rid of this person as quickly as possible."
"Hmph! I'll just kill him again."
Xiaoya snorted coldly and said with murderous intent: "This time I will make sure he is dead before evacuating."
"Then be careful. If you find that the other party is relying on someone, then withdraw immediately."
Tang San warned: "In the worst case, I will personally take action later, or report the matter to the sect..."
"That's not necessary."
Xiaoya waved her hand to interrupt Tang San's words, and said firmly: "I can't count the number of Xiantian realms who have died in my hands. How can I not kill Jiang Sheng, a great master?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Xiaoya turned around and returned to the room, changed her clothes, and prepared to assassinate Jiang Sheng again.