If a person in Chang'an is born, old, sick or dies, he should find a feng shui treasured place to bury him outside Chang'an.
But there are only so many Feng Shui treasures, and it costs a lot of money to hire a Feng Shui master. Moreover, those places outside Chang'an have long been bought by dignitaries for their own tombs, so ordinary people are not lucky enough to find a good cemetery.
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Of course, official families also have official tombs, but ordinary people cannot afford them.
Therefore, there is only one place left for the dead who have no power or money to bury.
Northwest mass graves.
The mass graves stretch for thirty miles from north to south, and to the north is a mass grave of an ancient battlefield, which is extremely evil.
Small tombs are scattered randomly in the dense forest. For some reason, the place is always shrouded in black smoke. Sometimes the black smoke obscures the sky, making it look extremely gloomy.
Since most of the people buried here are prisoners and poor people, this place is protected from tomb robbers. However, when people come here to pay homage to their relatives and friends, they often see some graves being roughly opened and the bones inside dragged away.
Come out and scatter on the ground.
That's the work of wild beasts in the mountains and forests. The beasts don't care if what they eat is dead. There are so many dead people in the mass graves, so the wild beasts raised here are particularly strong and ferocious, and they don't have to risk their lives.
To hunt for food, just come here and dig up the soil to feast.
Some homeless beggars and vagrants often end up here, and there are not many people who come to worship at the mass graves. They can have a good meal with the sacrifices.
But the mass graves cannot be penetrated deeply. They are filled with corpses that have been buried for decades or hundreds of years. The terrain is complex and the miasma is pervasive. After some wanderers walk in, no one will see them come out again. Maybe they turn into wild animals.
A plate of Chinese food, maybe...
Who knows.
Wanhualou are not ordinary people. They have money and power and can buy their own cemetery.
After the women of Wanhualou die, they will be buried there.
The cemetery is not far away, just on the hill to the west of the mass grave.
When Li Xin'an first heard from Tan Ping that Wanhualou Cemetery was there, his jaw almost dropped.
"The mass graves are located in a barren land with extremely evil spirits. Why was Wanhualou Cemetery chosen there?"
Tan Ping smiled and replied: "Master Li is very good at swordsmanship, but he doesn't know the art of Feng Shui."
"I'd like to trouble my sister to teach me. I'd like to hear the details at ease."
"Ordinary people think that places such as mass graves and mass graves are dangerous places, but this is not the case. There are more than ten thousand corpses in these two places, and the evil spirits are naturally strong. Therefore, you must choose a place with excellent Feng Shui.
To reconcile the evil spirit."
"The evil spirit Mr. Li talks about is the evil spirit of corpses and dead people, not the evil spirit of that place. For example, the temples and mass graves created by attacking cities and villages are all caused by man-made disasters. When people die unjustly in a place, the evil spirit gathers
When they come together, the people who killed them will naturally not be able to live in peace. Find a place where yin and yang are harmonious and kill them, and the evil spirits will naturally be suppressed. The same is true for mass graves."
"This mass grave borrows the feng shui of the mass graves in the north, and our Wanhua Building borrows the feng shui of the mass graves."
Tan Ping sighed, "Forcing people into prostitution is a loss of moral character. If we don't find a good cemetery for them, I'm afraid that all of us who are alive will have a bad death. In the next life, I'm afraid we will be reborn as adults."
"I see, the more evil spirits gather in a place, the better the feng shui is?"
"Not necessarily." Tan Ping said with a smile, "Feng shui is natural, there will be gains and losses, and it will be gradually worn away by evil spirits. Maybe in a few decades, this mass grave in Chang'an will really become a place of great evil."
She slowly reined in the reins and pointed the riding crop forward.
"Mr. Li, that's the hill in front of you. Their tombstones have their names and dates of birth and death written on them. You can find them."
"Thank you, Sister Tan Ping. Just wait here. I'll come as soon as I go."
Li Xin'an galloped towards the cemetery of Wanhualou, climbed up the hill, and saw a spring that was about to dry up, and behind the spring was a dry forest.
Between the intersecting branches of dead trees, low stone monuments can be vaguely seen.
Li Xin'an jumped off the horse, "turned over the snow" and meekly lowered his head to eat the few dead grass. He quietly got into the dead forest and tiptoed towards the Wanhualou Cemetery.
Most of the tombstones were covered with moss. Under the moonlight, he could barely read the words on the first tombstone:
"... Tianbao died at the age of seventeen in the third year of his life."
At the young age... Li Xin'an sighed and continued walking towards the depths of the cemetery.
He looked around, and at a glance, the large and small tombs looked extremely scary. Li Xin'an roughly estimated that there were at least a hundred tombs here.
In the ten years since Wanhualou came to Chang'an, so many girls have died at the hands of poisonous people.
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Their murderers may never be brought to justice.
Even if someone wants to uphold justice, some extremely stupid people will risk their lives to protect them.
Think about it, it’s ridiculous!
Li Xin'an walked slowly among the tombstones. The surroundings were quiet and there was no shadow of others.
His judgment was wrong, Zhao Shougang did not come here.
It makes sense when you think about it. This is the secret of Wanhua Tower. How could Zhao Shougang know it?
But now that he is here, Li Xin'an doesn't want to leave. He wants to pay homage to Miss Naning.
There is no way to avenge you, and I have to capture the person who loves you.
I'm sorry...
Li Xin'an searched around the middle of the cemetery but could not find Naning's grave.
The innermost ones are a few girls of the same generation as Sandalwood and Sandalwood, and the farther out, the lower the status of these girls during their lifetimes.
Li Xin'an frowned tightly. He was very dissatisfied with the arrangement of Wanhua Tower. People are dead, so why should they be divided into three, six, and nine grades? They were of low status during life, but they were still asked to serve noble girls after death?
Tan Ping only said that Naning's grave was here, but did not say the specific location. She must have known that Wanhualou's move was inappropriate, so she couldn't tell her.
He reluctantly walked to a remote corner of the cemetery. Miss Naning used to be a slave girl from the Western Regions, and later she was just a pipa-playing waiter in Wanhua Tower. Her status was not high.
Li Xin'an even wondered whether the person who killed her was a minister of household affairs, so that Miss Naning was qualified to be buried here.
He searched in the darkness, but could not see the word "Nan Ning".
Slowly, he suddenly saw that the tombstone of a small tomb in the distance was slightly toppled, and the tomb seemed to have been dug open.
Are there grave robbers here?
Li Xin'an hurried over and saw that the entire tomb had been dug up and the coffin inside was missing.
On the stone tablet that fell in front of the tomb, there were two words that were scratched out so that they could not be seen clearly.
But Li Xin'an saw the "Western Regions".
"This is Miss Naning's grave!" Li Xin'an said happily, "Zhao Shougang has been here."
He frowned and whispered: "Why did he steal Miss Naning's body and cross out Miss Naning's name?"
Looking at the dug grave, Li Xin'an bowed deeply.
He gathered the soil of the tomb back together with his hands and straightened the tombstone. Li Xin'an drew out his long sword and wanted to re-engrave the word "Naning" where Zhao Shougang had scratched off girl Naning's name. But he had doubts in his heart.
After a pause, he finally took back his sword.
"Zhao Shougang has been here before and stole Miss Naning's body, but where else can he go?"
Li Xin'an frowned tightly and said softly:
"Miss Naning, if you have a soul in heaven, let me find him."
"I won't kill him, I just want to ask about all this."
After saying that, Li Xin'an bowed again and then left the cemetery.
He rode down the mountain, and Tan Ping was already a little bored waiting. After all, he was in a tomb, with dead bodies above and below, and anyone would be frightened.
Seeing Li Xin'an running towards him, but there was no trace of Zhao Shougang, Tan Ping frowned and said, "Isn't Zhao Shougang here?"
"He has been here." Li Xin'an sighed. "He stole Miss Naning's body and crossed out her name on the tombstone."
"How could this happen?" Tan Ping covered her mouth and exclaimed, puzzled and asked:
"Aren't he and Naning lovers? Why did they steal Naning's body?"
"I don't know either." Li Xin'an shook his head and said, "Sister Tan Ping, you should go back to Wanhua Building first. The tomb being stolen is not a trivial matter, and you still need to inform Master Yin in advance."
"Okay!" Tan Ping nodded without hesitation. She didn't want to stay here any longer.
"What about you?"
"I'll keep looking. Zhao Shougang may not have gone far, maybe he's still around."
Li Xin'an suddenly remembered something, an idea flashed in his mind, and he murmured to himself:
"Miss Naning is from the Western Region. West...North...Feng Shui...Mass graves!"
He pulled the reins, turned the horse around, and said excitedly: "I may know where Zhao Shougang is. Sister Tan Ping, I'll go first."
Li Xin'an rode his horse to the northwest. That direction was an ancient battlefield in the Qin and Han Dynasties. It is said that Xiang Yu massacred the people, soldiers and civilians after entering the pass.
Tan Ping also reined in his horse and returned to Chang'an City.
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Tang Feng stumbled and ran on the eaves. Every time he took a step, he had to vomit a mouthful of blood.
He thought sadly that he did not die in the hands of Xueyitang, but would die in his own hands.
He originally wanted to go to his junior sister, but he was keenly aware that someone was following him behind him. Tang Feng instantly understood Xueyitang's plan.
They deliberately let themselves go so that they could fish out Junior Sister and the others!
Tang Feng secretly praised: What a trick to lure the snake out of its hole!
Once he knew Li Xin'an's plan, he couldn't do what he wanted.
Tang Feng wandered around Feng'anfang aimlessly, waiting for the people behind him to lose their composure, or waiting for him to die of exhaustion.
It's not that he hasn't thought about getting rid of that person, but unfortunately, he can't.
The person who came followed him very closely, and his strength was roughly estimated to be not weaker than him.
Sure enough, as Li Xin'an said, Chang'an is their home field. To compete for information, Tushenglou still checked half of it.
Thinking about it, dying so helplessly is such a useless death...
Tang Feng suddenly regretted why he hid in the first place, and regretted why he was smart enough to run away from Li Xin'an.
He is now extremely eager for a battle so that he can die vigorously!
Tang Feng turned his head and looked at a blurry white figure in the night sky.
"It doesn't seem shameful to die in Murong Bai's hands, right..."
The corners of Tang Feng's mouth opened slightly, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.
Murong Bai has been following Tang Feng for almost half an hour.
During this half hour, Tang Feng was just wandering around aimlessly, and seemed to find someone following him behind him.
Tang Feng is the eldest disciple of Tang Qinghuai, the 20th best man in the world. He is a professional killer. It is not difficult for him to find himself.
Murong Bai thought to himself: "Should we arrest him directly?"
If this continues, Tang Feng's body probably won't last long.
Murong Bai could not let Tang Feng die like this. He made up his mind and locked his eyes tightly on the staggering figure in front of him.
Tang Feng's back suddenly felt cold, and he couldn't help but shudder, and a dangerous feeling surged into his heart.
He lowered his head and chuckled - Murong Bai took action anyway.
There is also a dagger in his sleeve, which is his last weapon and trump card.
Maybe, you can risk your life to take Murong Bai away?
He, Murong Bai, is not a god, so why can't he kill him!
Tang Feng let out a long sigh, and the dagger in his sleeve fell on the eaves with a clang, making a clear sound and rolling into the courtyard of that house.
He still gave up.
Tang Feng knew that he could not kill Murong Bai.
He is the young martial arts leader and the son of Murong De. If he and Murong Bai really die together, Li Xin'an, who was close to Murong Bai, will leak the news to Murong Villa as soon as possible.
Tushenglou could not bear the anger of a world number one.
Tang Feng is the senior brother of Tushenglou, and he has to think about Tushenglou.
This is the saddest thing about the heirs of the sect. Until death, they cannot implicate the sect.
Tang Feng suddenly stopped, opened his arms, and slowly turned around.
Murong Bai's figure was vaguely visible in front of him. Tang Feng would not surrender, he would hold his head high and thrust his chest into Murong Bai's three-foot sword.
When Murong Bai saw Tang Feng suddenly doing such a thing, he felt suspicious and couldn't help but sweat.
Is there an ambush here?
Is it for yourself?
Murong Bai shook his head and dismissed this idea. It would be too much to say that from the beginning when the Tusheng Tower was exposed in front of them, to the two subsequent fights, and the bloody battle just now, it was just to deal with him.
Although Murong Bai has become accustomed to all kinds of bizarre things after staying with Li Xin'an these days, this idea is really unrealistic. If Tu Shenglou had this plan, he would have dominated the martial arts world long ago.
He charged forward with his sword, Tang Feng had already made it clear that he had discovered him, so why should he hide it.
The two people could already clearly see each other's faces.
Tang Feng spat with blood and made a provocative gesture towards Murong Bai.
Murong Bai sped up, and the two were less than ten feet apart!
At this moment, a sharp arrow pierced Murong Bai's head.
On the roof not far from them, someone jumped up, accompanied by a sharp whistle that resounded throughout the sky.