"Why, you're in a hurry after only two days?" Fang Yuan asked back.

"…a little." Sanger admitted honestly and sighed: "I understand that this kind of thing cannot be rushed, but I always feel a little irritable and anxious."

"You have to control yourself, I can't help you." Fang Yuan said helplessly: "After all, I also want to come yesterday, and complete the task today, and then get the reward tomorrow and go back directly. But you should also know that this is unrealistic, so you should wait patiently."

"It's not that I have no patience, but..." Sanger gritted his teeth and said accordingly: "But in a few days, my grandfather will come over. If there is no progress at that time, I will not be able to explain to him."

"Come so early?" Fang Yuan frowned and said, "Why are you so anxious?"

Sanger did not explain, but just asked, "Brother Fang, please try to be faster if possible."

"Okay, I will do my best..." Fang Yuan nodded and said, "I can only say that I can do my best and leave my destiny to the will of heaven. If it fails, it is an opportunity and a matter of luck."

"I understand." Sanger breathed, then stood up and said, "Now you're almost resting, how about continuing to check?"

"Just just sat down..." Ning Meng wanted to express his demands, but after getting into Sanger's true gaze, he immediately swallowed his words and stood up obediently: "Of course, the important thing is important. After finding the Feng Shui treasure land, there is time to rest."

Sanger was very satisfied and greeted him, and the others responded, bringing his bags and setting off.

After a while, everyone went upstream again, climbed over the mountains, passed through the trough, and even bypassed a gully and a pit, but there was no gain.

It cannot be said that there is no gain at all. At this moment, Ning Meng pointed again and hesitated: "Brother Fang, there seems to be an altar there."

"Huh?" Fang Yuan glanced at him and saw a round hill nearby. Under the hill, there was a pile of remaining stone blocks. Judging from the traces left behind, it really looked like an altar.

"Do you want to go over and take a look?" Ning Meng asked in a low voice: "Or else continue to walk?"

"Go and have a look, and have a rest." Sanger suddenly said, "and go back..."

"Go back? Go back to the village?" Everyone was surprised when they heard this. Isn't Sanger very anxious? Why did he suddenly become so easy to talk to?

"Yes. Go back first." Sanger confirmed: "After going back, stay in the village for another night, and then bring the tent to sleep in the open tomorrow. As Brother Ning said, as long as you spend the night on the altar and light a bonfire, you will not be afraid of poisonous snakes and wild animals."

"What?" Ning Meng widened her eyes.

"Okay." Fang Yuan agreed readily, and then said softly: "Xiao Meng, you have been out for two or three days, so you should have had enough fun. You will go back to Guiyang tomorrow. So that your sister won't worry about you."

Fang Yuan felt that he should suffer some hardships for half of the Dragon Pan. But Ning Meng was different. Accompanying him over is purely loyal. But he naturally had to be righteous. Living in the village is barely enough, but living in the village should not cause any trouble. However, if you are a matter of eating and sleeping in the wind, don’t bother others.

Ning Meng also understood Fang Yuan's kindness and shook his head directly and said, "Brother Fang, don't worry. I can do it..."

"... Let's talk about this matter when you go back." Fang Yuan pondered for a while. There was a different meaning.

In short, after a moment of rest, everyone immediately returned home. Before sunset, they returned to the village to stay. However, early the next morning, when everyone continued on the journey, Sanger found that Ning Meng did not keep up.

Sanger didn't say much at that time, until he climbed the mountain and left the village, he chatted and asked, "Brother Fang, are you going back?"

"Yes, I asked him to go back and do something for me." Fang Yuan said casually: "With a legitimate reason, he will definitely stop insisting and will go back directly."

"It's good..." Sanger didn't ask for the reason, but instead apologized: "He has worked hard these days, but he didn't say thank you. Yesterday, my attitude was not very good. Go back and say sorry to me. When this matter is finished, I will come to the door to apologize..."

"It's okay, everyone is right for your mood." Fang Yuan waved his hand and said, "I won't say much about this, hurry up."

Everyone buried their heads and arrived at the second altar after a long time. They went back from here yesterday, so today naturally started here again.

However, after coming here, Sanger was not busy continuing to travel, but ordered a rest on the spot.

"First set up a tent here, then leave two people to guard it, responsible for cooking." Sanger said carefully: "When we go back to explore, we can eat and rest directly."

Sharpening a knife will not delay cutting wood, so no one else will have any opinions on Sanger's arrangement.

After some busy work, everyone set up the tent and continued to go up the stream. Without any worries, everyone's pace also accelerated a lot. Or in other words, everyone has adapted to the mountain environment, and the rugged mountain roads can no longer defeat them.

But no matter how fast the speed is, it will be useless if you can't find the Feng Shui site. After walking for more than an hour, as Fang Yuan continued to reject it, Sanger's expression calmed down again, and he was restless and restless.

At this moment, the third altar appeared in front of everyone. This altar, like the two altars before, was not far from the stream, and was well preserved. It was covered with flowers, plants and vines, and it looked like a flowerbed from a distance.

Speaking of which, these altars are equivalent to landmarks and have the function of guiding the way. With these prominent signs, everyone can drill around in the mountains without worrying about losing their direction.

Seeing this altar, Sanger also made a decision: "After having lunch in the afternoon, transfer the tent here."

No one objected to this decision. Or at this time, everyone noticed that Sanger was getting worse and worse, and they were wisely not to stimulate him. So when they saw the third altar, everyone stopped and rushed over and continued to trace the source against the current.

The result was disappointing, but there was no gain. It was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon and everyone was exhausted severely. Sanger had no choice but to call everyone back.

Everyone had no energy anymore and returned to the tent camp very late. After drinking steaming broth, they recovered from some anger. After eating, everyone was too lazy to move. Someone even closed their eyes and snoring sounds came.

The two people who were guarding the camp were also quite responsible. They not only cooked the food, but also boiled hot water. Although the amount of hot water was not large, it was still more than enough for soaking feet.

At this time, Fang Yuan was soaking his feet, and his tired feet were penetrated into the hot hot water. A sore and numb feeling immediately went straight from the soles of his feet and penetrated his whole body, comforting the fatigue of the whole day very well.

Fang Yuan sighed comfortably, after enjoying for a while, he took out the pen and paper and slowly outlined it. It took him a lot of time before he realized that the water in the basin had become cold and wanted to pull his feet out. Unexpectedly, he found that there was a black shadow next to him.

Fang Yuan was instinctively shocked and hurriedly looked up and found that it was Sanger standing next to him.

"Brother Fang, what are you drawing?" Sanger was a little curious.

"The geographical situation of mountains and rivers here." Fang Yuan did not hide it and said directly: "I have traced the source along the stream in the past two or three days, but I have no gains at all. I feel that this is not possible, so I plan to try another direction."

"What direction?" Sanger asked hurriedly.

"If you can't see the water, you can only look at the mountains." Fang Yuan explained: "The mountains seem complicated and intertwined, just like entangled mahjong, it's hard to distinguish, but as long as you carefully sort it out, you can find the regularity."

"In other words, Brother Fang, have you discovered the regularity?" Sanger was happy.

"I found something, but it was not confirmed. It is difficult to determine whether my inference is in line with the facts." Fang Yuan said frankly: "That's why I draw a picture and plan to compare and study it."

"Can I see it?" Sanger asked.

"It was a bit sloppy..." Fang Yuan handed over the drawing and shook his head and said, "It's a pity that there is no signal here. The satellite map software on the mobile phone cannot be used, otherwise it will be much easier and more convenient."

Sanger took the picture and looked at it, and he was stunned. He saw that there were very simple and abstract circles and curves on the paper. After he thought about it carefully, he understood that the curves should be streams, and the circles might be various hills, so one circle and another circle should be the direction of continuous mountains.

After making such a judgment, Sanger understood the meaning of the picture, and then found that Fang Yuan had drawn several mountains on the paper, but these mountains were staggered and showed no signs of connection.

Now, Sanger couldn't understand it and said in confusion: "Brother Fang, what is the regularity you are talking about?"

Fang Yuan smiled, avoiding talking, and asked, "Brother Sang, you seem to be in a bad mood these two days. Are you worried?"

"Did you see?" Sanger's face changed slightly, and he suddenly fell silent.

"Not only me, but everyone can see it." Fang Yuan nodded and said, "On the first day, you were not as anxious as you are now, but it seemed that after answering a call, you began to become impatient. Even if your grandfather is about to return to his hometown to visit relatives, there is no need to be so anxious."

Sanger's expression suddenly became dim: "My grandpa is here..."

"What?" Fang Yuan was shocked: "Why is it so sudden?"

"...I don't know." Sanger's eyes showed a strong sadness: "When I went out, although he was sick, he was still very energetic. I didn't expect that it was only a few days before... "

Fang Yuan was silent for a moment, sighed softly, and comforted: "Brother Sang, please be mournful and follow the changes!"

At this time, he understood why Sanger became so impatient. After all, the planned visits to relatives turned into a coffin-held return journey, which was indeed unacceptable... (To be continued)

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