Chapter 12: I’m Going to Cross My Sword (2 / 2)

The three Feng Shui masters were shocked, and even the one who was originally the most traumatized had a gleam in his eye.

Tai Cemetery, the tomb of Jiang Ziya, was once excavated many years ago, but unfortunately the tomb was burglarized before the excavation, which is said to have been done by a few of the country’s top gold detectives, who didn’t ransack Tai Cemetery of its martyrdom but only picked a few things and left.

The vision of the gold inspector is very poisonous, the cemetery lost a few things alone value not to say, but in the feng shui, divination line are all masters level of eye-catching things.

The gold detectives are not ordinary grave robbers, they have their own rules in this business, they do not enter the tomb empty-handed, but they will never steal all the things.

There is news that the stolen pieces are the original Jiang Ziya Xingzhou destroyed the Shang when the carry-on items, and Jiang Ziya life in divination, formation, feng shui techniques extremely proficient, his carry-on items are definitely the world of feng shui masters eye red things …… Tangshan, Chen family mansion.

Xiang Yu returned alone to the bedroom that Chen Sanjin had arranged for him, and Chen Sanjin had already gone straight to the capital to deal with the aftermath of this incident.

Although broken the game also won in the fight, to the lack of face is not very good, because this fight although he won but in his opinion is not good, he used quite a lot of means to take this game is also a little bit out of control, charm thrown several, black dog blood two pots, Wanli Tongbao coins scattered a large hand, the last resort but also to use the iron piece, which in his opinion, the cost of a little bit big bottom card revealed a little bit too much.

Seriously speaking, this level of fighting if replaced by a dead old man or his uncle, the two random which basically can be effortless to deal with.

Remember in his ten years old with the old road back to the old well view that year, the two men halfway through a small village in Hebei, a peasant family did not think of a mistake when the graves, dead more than a year’s worth of human corpses, the bones did not decay into a large dumplings, the village dozens of men and women with iron did not stop the dumplings were also injured a number of, the old road happened to pass by to bump into the hands of the solution to this matter.

Xiang Yu remembers when the old road lightly between the empty finger seal on the fixed dumplings, and then from his pocket took out a piece of yellow paper pasted on the dumplings on the door of the brain with a casual point of drawing a charm on the dumplings to the destruction of the dumplings.

That’s an old-fashioned way of doing things, waving your hand without a cloud, it’s pretty dashing.

Later, to the lack of the fourth year of the mountain, once he went out with his uncle to add home, the night time in a mountain forest ran into a group of lonely wild ghosts running at the two pouncing teeth and claws, the master of the uncle is more than, open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of fury on the group of lonely wild ghosts scattered froze and didn’t dare to come forward.

Look at yourself now, it’s a bit humiliating to win, it’s too much of a shame for Furinkan.

Xiang Yu can only comfort himself, I’m still young and shallow, those two guys have been living for decades than a little bit of cattle is very normal, the Yangtze River wave pushed the previous wave, lack of master in a few years must also be able to cross the sword ah.