The stalemate between Lijian and Huagai is like a fight between dragons and tigers, with no winner or loser at the moment.

At this moment, a situation that broke the deadlock suddenly happened. With Fang Yuan completely unprepared, a mysterious force came out of nowhere and directly broke through the canopy, piercing it instantly.

It's too late to say it, but it's soon.

At this time, not only Fang Yuan felt something was wrong, but even Bao Longtu and others also noticed something strange. A very cold and icy aura suddenly filled the mountains, making them tremble physically and mentally, and feel some inexplicable palpitations.

.That feeling, as if they had encountered some danger, made them instinctively afraid.

Not only was he scared, but his skin was covered in goosebumps under the cold aura.

However, such an abnormal situation disappeared as quickly as it came. Only ten seconds later, the situation in the mountains returned to normal. The sky was still sunny and windy.

Despite this, everyone was still very surprised and had a vague feeling that something bad might happen if they stayed here for a long time.

Bao Longtu was worried and couldn't help but ask: "Wanzi, what happened just now?"

"...It turns out that this is the real killing move." Fang Yuan's eyes were clear, with some pearls of wisdom in his hands, and a faint light that could see through everything.

"What killing move?" Bao Longtu asked quickly: "Did you see what was going on?"

Fang Yuan smiled and did not answer in a hurry. Instead, he turned around and said, "Brother Fireworks, are you still planning to experience it?"

Yan Huo felt a little guilty, but he said firmly: "Experience it, experience it, who is afraid of whom? This time, you won't make us wait for more than ten minutes, right?"

"Definitely not." There was a hint of joking in Fang Yuan's eyes. Then he commanded via remote control: "You take a few steps back now... Well, stop here and take two steps to the left..."

Under Fang Yuan's signal, the fireworks slowly moved. The reason for the slow speed was mainly because he felt that he seemed to be doing something stupid.

The problem is that now it is difficult to get off the tiger. The fireworks are not easy to change, so I have to hold on and finally stand in a position in the nest-shaped area closer to the mountain. This position is relatively forward. If I take two steps forward, I might be able to turn directly.

As a gourd, it rolled directly down the mountain.

Standing here, Yanhuo was a little flustered. But he didn't dare to give in. He took a deep breath and hummed: "This is the right place, right?"

Fang Yuan nodded and confirmed: "Yes, this is it."

"I don't feel anything special." Yan Huo twisted his body, stretched his muscles, and took the opportunity to release the pressure in his heart.

"Wait a moment, it's almost over." Fang Yuan counted the time and prepared to watch the show.

Cun Fusheng was a little worried. He asked softly: "Master Fang, is this... no problem?" After all, Yanhuo is the grandson of his old friend. If something unexpected happens, it will be difficult for him to explain it to Mr. Duan.

"Don't worry, no one will die." Fang Yuan felt relieved, but it made Cun Fusheng even more uneasy.

After all, Fang Yuan only said that no one could die, but he did not say that it was not dangerous. In addition, for Cun Fu, it was undesirable and very stupid for Yanhuo to put himself in danger. If Yanhuo was his grandson, he would have to do it ruthlessly.

You can’t beat it hard...

When Cun Fusheng was hesitating whether to take the dangerous action of drinking to stop the fireworks, he heard Fang Yuan shout in a low voice: "Attention, it's coming!"

Hearing this, Yan Huo's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but take precautions. He was ready to go, his nerves were tense, he was watching all directions, and he was even ready to retreat and escape at any time.

At this time, Yanhuo seemed to see white clouds floating, the breeze blowing around him, the chirping of insects among the grass on the mountain, and even the beating of his own heart, which he could sense.

This transcendent performance made his spiritual sense clearer than ever before, as if he had broken away from the boundaries of mortals and reached the legendary inhuman status, becoming an immortal and a saint...

But before he could wake up from this trance-like super divine state, an extremely cold chill surged over him, covering his whole body in an instant.

In an instant, Yan Huo felt that he was in a world of ice and snow, and that someone had stripped him of his clothes and thrown him directly under the freezing ice lake. Under the bone-breaking cold, he felt that he was frozen and could not move at all.

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His whole body was filled with chills, the chill seeped into his bones, and he couldn't feel any warmth at all. At this moment, Yan Huo even wondered if he had died and his soul had entered the legendary hell, which was why he was so miserable.

When the cold wave hit, the fireworks quickly lost consciousness, and their consciousness began to become hazy and sinking.

"...Wake up, wake up!"

At this moment, a heavenly sound seemed to come from the misty void, directly waking up the fireworks, and easily pulled him back to reality.

When Yan Hua opened his eyes in confusion, the first thing that caught his eye was a bracelet. The beads on the bracelet were like the sun, emitting incomparable heat, dispelling the coldness from the whole body.

The fresh vitality gradually began to flow through his body, allowing the fireworks to regain their senses, but he was still a little confused and confused, and he couldn't figure out the situation.

At the same time, I heard someone say: "If you wake up, it means everything is fine. But you may have been traumatized and need to rest for a while. Go back and drink some Chinese medicine to soothe the nerves, and sleep again. It will be fine tomorrow."

Hearing this sound, Pyongyang's heartstrings moved and he suddenly reacted. His thoughts surged and he remembered everything. Then he instinctively retorted: "I'm fine, I won't take medicine..."

As soon as he started speaking, Yan Huo found that his voice suddenly became very hoarse, dry and unpleasant, as if he was seriously ill and very weak.

"You don't look like you're okay now." Fang Yuan came over, looked at you for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Don't be brave, just go back to recuperate."

As he spoke, Fang Yuan also felt a little apologetic: "Mr. Cun, this is my fault. Even though I knew there was a certain degree of danger, I still let him experience it. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to say sorry to Mr. Duan on my behalf..."

"Master Fang, I don't blame you for this." Cun Fusheng said with relief: "This kid is so strong and insists on showing off his talents. Now he is suffering. He brought it on himself. How can he blame you?"

After hearing this, Yan Huo felt sad in his heart, even more miserable than the snow falling in June. He struggled hard, only to find that he was being supported by several bodyguards, and his whole body was limp and without any strength.

It was okay not to move, but as soon as he moved, Yan Huo felt tired and couldn't open his eyelids. Before he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly came up with an idea, don't offend the Feng Shui master, otherwise he will be poisoned.

Nowhere to reason...

Seeing the fireworks, Cun Fusheng fainted again, and Cun Fusheng inevitably felt nervous again. However, when it was confirmed that he had just passed out, Cun Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ordered: "You guys, carry Master Duan down and send him to the hospital.

Recuperate.”

Several bodyguards nodded quickly and carried the person down the mountain easily.

At this time, Fang Yuan also said: "Mr. Cun, let's go back too."

"Huh?" Cun Fusheng was startled: "Master Fang, aren't you going to continue your research?"

"The research is almost complete." Fang Yuan explained: "What needs to be done now is to corroborate the research results with the information obtained from inquiries. This should be able to restore the truth of the matter."

When Cun Fusheng heard this, he immediately expressed his position: "Master Fang, don't worry, there will be results soon."

Cun Fusheng said it very quickly, and it was the next day. This is considered a relatively efficient speed. After all, if you want to explore an old story from two villages that has been dusty for many years, it is not just as simple as asking the old people in the village.

We also need to consult historical materials such as local chronicles, which again requires the help of experts and scholars.

Of course, the process is not important, what is important is the result. Anyway, Cun Fusheng said that the matter has been clearly understood, so Fang Yuan and others naturally did not doubt it and came directly to listen to the result.

There was also fireworks lying in the hospital. I don’t know if Cun Fusheng informed him, or if he heard the news and dragged his "sick body" to join in the fun. After a day of rest, his spirit was restored, but his face was a little pale.

He looked like he was just recovering from a serious illness. He walked tremblingly, as if he was extremely weak.

The funniest thing is that when he saw Fang Yuan, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. He immediately hid far away, not daring to get too close to avoid being tricked again.

In response to this, Fang Yuan laughed dumbly, and then got down to business: "Mr. Cun, you can now tell us what the dispute is between the two villages."

"Master Fang, your inference is correct." Cun Fusheng sighed: "Those two villages did have a grudge more than a hundred years ago, so that even now, they still have a sense of not having contact with each other.

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"What kind of hatred?" Bao Longtu asked curiously: "Clan struggle, or hatred over water?"

"It's hard to explain exactly how the hatred was formed." Cun Fusheng said softly: "In short, from the beginning of the establishment of the village, the two villages have hated each other, and then passed on from generation to generation. The people of the two villages each suffered casualties, and the hatred continued.

The knot got deeper and deeper, reaching the point where it could not be reconciled or resolved. Especially more than a hundred years ago, the level of resentment reached its highest peak, almost to the point of fighting day and night..."

"During that period, a turning point suddenly appeared. Of course, this turning point was a major turning point for one village, but it was a huge disaster for the other village."

Cun Fusheng eloquently said: "After many years of support in a village, a scholar in the village finally lived up to expectations and passed the Jinshi examination. Moreover, I heard that he was also appreciated by the emperor and was given a royal robe to visit relatives in his hometown. He returned home in true attire.

ah."

"When the news came back, the reactions of the two villages were naturally completely different. One side was overjoyed and cheered, while the other side was sad, as if mourning a heir. As we all know, in ancient times when officialdom determined everything, an official appeared among the relatives of a village.

, it means that another village will be unlucky..." (To be continued...)
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