ps: The chapter tonight will probably be very late, after ten o'clock.

Along the way, listening to Ning Meng's snot and tears, the car also rushed to the southern Qiannan area at noon. To be precise, it should be Fuquan City under the jurisdiction of Qiannan.

“Fuquan is a good place.”

I have to say that Ning Meng is also a responsible guide. As soon as he entered the Fuquan area, he immediately wiped his tears and said endlessly: "There are many tourist attractions, including natural scenery such as ancient cities, rivers, valleys, etc., with beautiful scenery and very beautiful."

"By the way, Brother Fang, you should know Yelang Country, right?"

Ning Meng smiled and said, "Yelang's arrogant Yelang State Capital ruins are said to be in the Fuquan area. However, they have not been researched yet and are still to be discovered..."

"Yelang Kingdom?" Fang Yuanrao said interested: "Is this kingdom within Fuquan?"

"Not only in Fuquan, it is said that the entire Qiannan region was once the sphere of influence of Yelang Kingdom." Ning Meng explained: "Anyway, according to some experts, the ancient Yelang Kingdom was very large. During its strong period, its territory reached the east of Yunnan Province, Bashu Zigong, and some places in Lingnan."

"So powerful?" Fang Yuan couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

"Really." Ning Meng explained: "This is recorded in the literature. The Records of the Grand Historian said that the number of Yi monarchs in the southwest is Yelang. It can be seen that the power of Yelang has exceeded that of the Dian Kingdom in the southwest, and it has controlled the surrounding countries and dominated one side."

"That's how King Yelang didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick, and he dared to compare with the Han Dynasty."

Ning Meng smiled and said, "So it was very miserable later. It was destroyed by the Han Dynasty."

"This is normal." Fang Yuan also sighed a little: "During the Qin, Han and Tang Dynasties, those who occupied the Central Plains were all very aggressive dynasties, so the copyright territory continued to expand. During this period, in all directions, I don't know how many small tribes in various places were scattered and then merged into Han people."

"At that time, we were the only one who integrated others, and those who were integrated felt supreme glory. Unfortunately, generations were worse than those of the other. It was also a kind of sadness."

Fang Yuan shook his head. He waved his heart to worry about the country and the people, then turned around and said, "Brother Sang, I'm in Fuquan. Next, should I go directly to the countryside. Or should I rest in the city first?"

"Let's rest in the city." Sanger's eyes flashed, "I'm going to visit someone more."

"Hmm?" Fang Yuan was stunned: "Do you have friends here?"

"Not my friend." Sanger hesitated. According to facts, "My grandfather asked me to go. After he asked me to visit one of his old friends."

"Oh." Fang Yuan nodded, without asking any more questions. He said directly: "Then find a place to stay. We probably will stay here for a while..."

"No." Sanger shook his head again: "Just go to his place to live."

"Is it convenient?" Fang Yuan was a little surprised.

"Yes." Sanger nodded, "and there are some things he probably wants to tell you too."

"What?" Fang Yuan was stunned: "Tell me what's the matter?"

"I don't know." Sanger smiled bitterly, "What my grandfather said, after he asked me to find a trustworthy Feng Shui master, he brought the Feng Shui master to his old friend and then listened to the person's arrangements."

"Is that true?" Fang Yuan frowned: "It seems a little strange."

Sanger also felt this way. After thinking for a while, he suggested: "Otherwise, after arriving at the place, I will go in and see the situation first. If everything is normal, what will happen to you?"

"Okay." Fang Yuan naturally would not refuse such kindness.

After the car turned a few turns in the city, it slowly came to a remote place. Sanger also stopped and asked people, so he found the right direction.

In short, after some trouble, the car stopped at the end of a deep alley.

"It should be right here..." Sanger pressed the car window and looked out: "Fuyuanju...yes, that's the name..."

Fang Yuan also looked at it and saw a simple house at the end of the alley. It was a small courtyard with blue bricks and black tiles. A crooked willow tree was planted in the yard. A willow branch emerged from the wall in the yard. Slices of willow branches hang down outside, swaying gently with the breeze, quiet and silent.

On the door frame of the exterior wall, a wooden sign with a square length of more than ten centimeters was inlaid with red vermilion on it, which happened to be the three characters Fuyuanju. However, the sign seemed to have been hung for a long time, and the surface was covered with mottled marks of falling off, with an ancient and clumsy atmosphere left over from the vicissitudes of time.

It was very quiet here. Everyone came here, instinctively kept quiet, and got off the car and looked around.

At the right time, Sanger whispered: "I'll knock on the door, you guys wait."

“Tu tuk…”

Sanger walked to the door of the exterior wall and gently knocked on the iron door with the peeling paint. The dull sound broke the quiet and peaceful environment here, and also shocked several sparrows to fly away from the willow treetops.

The little sparrow flew and fell, standing on the tiles of the house. Her eyes as big as mung beans looked at everyone below, as if she was a little confused and confused...

At this time, someone walked out of the house and opened the iron door.

Everyone also saw clearly that the person who opened the door was an old man. His hair was all white, like frost and snow, and then he combed it on the top and tied it into a bun.

He has white hair and bun, long eyebrows and beards, wearing a blue robe, and holding a whisk in his hand. Such a dress is clearly a Taoist priest who practices at home.

After the old Taoist priest opened the door, he glanced at the turbid yellow eyes, and there seemed to be a bit of light flashing.

"That..." Sanger hesitated: "I am..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the old Taoist priest wave and turn around and say, "Come in."

"Uh..." Sanger had to hold back the words, then followed the old Taoist priest lightly and slowly walked into the courtyard.

Fang Yuan and others watched Sanger and the old Taoist priest disappear into the house, and waited patiently outside.

After waiting for a few minutes, no one came out. Ning Meng was a little bored and said with no words: "Brother Fang. I feel that going to the countryside with that Brother Sang is not as simple as visiting relatives, right?"

"It's not about visiting relatives, what do you think?" Fang Yuan asked with a smile.

"Brother, I'm not really stupid." Ning Meng curled his lips and said, "Why do you need such a big lineup when visiting a wedding? Seven or eight cars are hanging behind, and a group of people follow..."

"This is called returning home in glory." Fang Yuan explained.

"That's strange..." Ning Meng didn't believe it: "The car didn't even prepare a decent gift, and it didn't look like a marriage visit at all. Especially the suitcase at the rear, which is full of tools for outdoor adventures, can also explain the problem."

Ning Meng still had some vision. He had noticed this when he put his duffle bag. He just kept it in his mind and didn't ask along the way. Now he finally found the opportunity and said carefully: "Brother, tell the truth, are you accompanying him back to his hometown to visit relatives or helping to see Feng Shui?"

"Haha..." Fang Yuan smiled and said ambiguously: "It depends on the situation."

"What does it mean?" Ning Meng frowned and said, "What's the situation?"

"Depending on the specific situation." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "Visiting relatives first. Then looking at Feng Shui."

"Hey, I know." Ning Meng waved his fist and his expression was a little excited. Then he said hopefully: "Brother Fang, can you also mention me when you look at Feng Shui?"

"What, do you want to learn?" Fang Yuan was a little surprised.

"I think about it." Ning Meng rubbed his palms embarrassedly: "I feel that Feng Shui is very magical, of course I am very interested. But I am afraid that I will not be able to learn well when I am old..."

"Age is not a problem. As long as you are determined, you will be fine at any time." Fang Yuan hesitated: "But Feng Shui is very complicated and it is a bit difficult to learn. It requires perseverance, perseverance, and concentration to study for ten or eight years before you can become a teacher. This time is not long, nor is it short. Can you hold on?"

"Uh, this..." Ning Meng was stunned: "It's going to be learned for so long?"

"Of course." Fang Yuan gave an example: "It's like how much time it took for you to graduate from school to graduation? Not to mention kindergarten, there will be nine years of compulsory education, three years of high school, and four years of university. Once you count, it will be sixteen years."

"In contrast, it is relatively short to learn Feng Shui for ten or eight years. And after you start a master, you have to continue learning and link what you have learned with practice. It will probably take another five or six years..."

After Fang Yuan listed it, he asked with a smile: "That is to say, it will take at least ten years to become a qualified Feng Shui master. With such a long time, can you guarantee that you will not give up halfway?"

"It seems that I can't..." Ning Meng shook his head disappointed, and he was self-aware. Then he asked curiously: "Brother Fang, how many years have you learned?"

"Me?" Fang Yuan blinked, and said without changing his face: "My grandfather is a Feng Shui master. I started flipping books when I was very young. More than ten years have passed... I only officially started the tutor last year..."

Fang Yuan also felt that he was not a lie. After all, flipping through books does not mean that he was studying. After more than ten years, it does not mean that he has been studying with more than ten years. He only started to become a teacher last year, which is even more true.

Anyway, he is talking about the truth, and as for any misunderstandings from others, it has nothing to do with him.

"Brother Fang, you are still powerful..." Ning Meng looked admiring.

"Ahem..." Fang Yuan was still not thick-skinned enough, so he hurriedly changed the topic: "Brother Sang seems to be calling me inside, you are waiting outside, I'll go in and take a look."

While speaking, Fang Yuan walked into the courtyard lightly and then stepped into the house.

There is a small hall in the house, about ten square meters. Since it is an old residential building, the doors and windows are relatively narrow, and the light is not sufficient, so it is naturally a little dark.

After entering, Fang Yuan looked around and saw an altar in front of the hall, which was worshipped by the statue of the Three Qing Patriarchs. The copper stove on the table was filled with incense and candles. This is not surprising. However, after his vision deflected, he suddenly saw something, which surprised him.

"This is..." Fang Yuan was shocked and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

At this moment, Sanger heard the movement and immediately looked back and found that it was Fang Yuan, with a somewhat strange expression. He waved his hand gently: "Brother Fang, you are here just right, take a look at these things." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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