The water of the Yangtze River is vast and surging for thousands of miles.

The continuous river water passes through countless Qingfeng Canyons, and there is an extremely majestic place called Zanglin Yuan. The green mountains on both sides of Zanglin Yuan are opposite each other. The gorge is hundreds of feet high, and the sounds of apes are extremely sad.

The water flow in this place is also extremely turbulent, and the sound of rapids echoes in the canyon all year round.

"Zhan Linyuan, Zhan Linyuan, this name is good!"

On the towering green mountain canyon, Mu Qinghuo and the other four stood on the top of the mountain with their hands in their hands. When they saw it, they sighed and said that they were a fairy. With the image of a crane hair and a childish face, it is not an exaggeration to say that they were an immortal in the mountains. However, it is reasonable to say that the four great gods on earth are the most powerful.

"Yes, what a burial of Linyuan," Mengshi sighed: "When I was young, I was guided by a real person in Maoshan for a few days in Feng Shui. It can be seen that this burial of Linyuan is a place of a dragon vein!"

"The Land of Dragon Vein?" The other three were shocked and said: "How could such a difficult Feng Shui treasure land be left to this day and not yet discovered?"

Mengshi smiled and said, "There are actually quite a lot of dragon veins in my land, but there are very few that can be raised. After all, the dragon that cannot be sealed is just a long worm!"

"That's true," Mu Qinghuo smiled and said, "But after today, this Zanglin Yuan may really be able to soar into the sky and win the luck of the world!"

"What does Brother Mu mean?" Han Shan asked.

"Zang Lin Yuan, Burial Lin Yuan, this name is good. Judging from this name, can it become a dragon vein? Isn't it just that there is still a medicine to attract? Cang Lin, Burial Lin... If you really bury the Qilin, the place of the dragon vein, will it be?" Mu Qingmer sighed.

"Haha," Yang laughed loudly, "I heard that Mu Feiqing is known as a talented Qilin. This place... should be his burial place, but he accidentally found a Feng Shui treasure land for him!"

"Buried Linyuan, buried Linyuan, isn't the one buried Qilin?"

"Hmm?" At this moment, Han Shan suddenly looked into the canyon and said, "Qilin... is here!"

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On the river, when the waves were turbulent, a lonely boat was down the river. The water mist was slightly hazy under the sun. In the hazy state, an old man was carrying a cloak, holding a bamboo pole in his hand, and inserted it into the water surface. The back end of the boat under his feet raised and walked quickly on the river surface, as if passing by in a flash.

In the lonely boat, a young man in white, wearing a white mask, sat upright in it. A pot of tea was burning on a small table in front of him. Under the table, a snow-white sword shining. When the tea was boiling, the young man took off his mask. At that moment, the old man on the boat was stunned.

After a while, the old man sighed: "Young Master, I have been raising a boat on this river for more than 40 years. I have seen many young masters from aristocratic families and heroes from the martial arts world. Maybe there is no one who has the slightest charm of the young master!"

The young man who drank tea was Mu Feiqing who went to Xianyun Mountain to make an appointment. He set out from Gusu. Along the way, he changed to twelve boats, drank twelve pots of tea, and heard the twelve people's amazement.

This is also his twelfth smile, and when he smiles, he still has the softness of the snow.

On weekdays, he rarely laughs, and rarely travels alone. This time, he felt unprecedented relaxation and did not have to worry about being recognized and causing any disturbances. After all, there are not so many people on this river that appreciate his appearance.

He changed to the twelve boats, all of whom were old men in their sixties. Although they were amazed at his appearance and demeanor, they were not as impetuous as young people. They reduced him too much pressure and finally had a chance to enjoy the scenery of the mountains and rivers.

A cup of ordinary camellia tea, but Mu Feiqing tasted better than Wanliangzhen Tea.

The Yangtze River is vast and magnificent, but it is a rare quiet place. It is far away from the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the city, and it has no other thoughts. It only appreciates the beautiful scenery of the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River.

Maybe it was the first time I was in such a state of mind,

Mu Feiqing actually felt like he was about to break through to the Grand Master.

Although he was already a master in his cultivation level, he had never felt how it felt to make a breakthrough independently. This trip made him gain this, which was a real surprise.

When Mu Feiqing heard the praise of the old man who was riding the boat, although he had heard it many times, he still smiled and asked: "Old man, the scenery here is pleasant and unforgettable. You have been riding here for many years. Do you know what this place is called?"

The old man pointed to the canyon that was about to enter and said, "Young master asked the right person. This place is, if you ask, it is definitely not answerable. But I know that it is rumored that a hundred years ago, an immortal passed by here. He looked back and shook his head and sighed: It was originally a place where the real dragon came out of the water, but the Qilin didn't want to assist him. If the Qilin was buried, there would definitely be a real dragon sitting in the Han Hall!"

"So, this place is called Zanglin Yuan! Zanglin is buried with Qilin, and Yuan is the abyss where the hidden dragon is in the abyss. Do you understand?"

Suddenly, Mu Feiqing's hand trembled,

That cup of bitter tea spilled a lot.

Burial of Linyuan, Burial of Linyuan,

The name flashed wildly in his mind.

He suddenly looked up at the canyon not far away. Suddenly, his eyes were dazed, and heavy fog appeared on the river. A dragon roar suddenly came from his ears, a little shrill, as if it was very painful.

In front of me, in the fog, it seemed like a dragon circling out of the water, trying to go to the sky, but when it was about to rush out of the abyss, it seemed to be hit hard, let out a painful wail, falling down, and when it was about to fall into the water, the dragon looked back and forgot to pass through thousands of miles at a glance, just in time to meet Mu Feiqing's eyes,

Just a quick glance, he fell into the water, and there was no movement anymore.

"Qing Bird!"

Mu Feiqing suddenly made a sound, and his body was hit by lightning, and he suddenly woke up.

He looked around in surprise and saw that there was no fog or a dragon coming out of the abyss. He was still holding the teacup. The tea in the teapot in front of him was already boiling, and a lot of tea splashed out.

The old man was still riding a boat in front of him and chuckled, "Young Master, ask me what the place is called. The little old man really doesn't know. No one has ever said it..."

Mu Feiqing frowned and looked at the old man on the boat carefully, but didn't say anything.

His eyes once again set in the deep canyon. Mu Feiqing felt a bad premonition for no reason, but he couldn't say something was wrong. At this moment, a melodious sound of piano suddenly came from the green mountains, sometimes gentle and sometimes quiet, wandering among the green mountains on both sides of the shore.

Mu Feiqing smiled slightly, slowly put down the teacup, held the snow sword in his hand, and said, "Old man, let's go to the dock first!"

"Hmm?" the old man said in confusion: "Young Master is going to Xiajiang?"

"It's a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar!"
Chapter completed!