"Miss Xu is really strong, so young, it has exceeded most of the Feng Shui master." The middle-aged man complimented in a timely manner, Xu Bingwei shook his head and behaved very modestly, and the man had to be embarrassed to shut up.

The old man nodded with relief, "Ice soft, you really have the skills to read a book, Grandpa did not expect, you actually can say three ways, especially the third, the use of ancestral yin to protect the children, that is the housekeeper to know the secret, Grandpa is very gratified, but the ice soft ah, you remember, the law barrier, eventually one, you said these three methods, really not as direct as the town house character.

You know, for feng shui, but also pay attention to the feasibility, you said the first avoidance, the need for a pair of yin and yang gossip mirror, ordinary people, where to find?The second method of pressure, with white jade lion, this is more unrealistic, the place of Hugh, not a foot three white jade can not be pressed, a pair of white jade lions, how more than a million sky, but the third, quite desirable, but the ancestral Yinde, is the blessing of the whole family, take Liang Buxiang, not cut off the blessing of others in the clan?This is the lack of moral and depravity, and it must not be done."

The old man said the last sentence, the expression became serious, Xu Bingluo also nodded, "Grandpa, ice soft remember."

The old man touched his beard and handed the yellow character on his hand to Xu Bingluo, "Ice soft, come, look at this town house."

"I see," Xu Binglu took over the yellow character of Jiang Hao's painting, and his eyebrows were wrinkled, "it's a strong spirit, if you don't encounter sewage, you can manage a hundred years... But this character, it seems that something is wrong..."

Xu Bing frowned and thought, and took out a touch of purple copper money from the bag, placed on the yellow character, rolled around, as if to study to understand.

"Ice soft, this is a character made of agglomeration array, far from being compared to the general character, I can't imagine that in this small Qishan County, even to see such a big pen, it is really not worth doing this trip."The old man touched the beard and had admiration in his eyes.

"But Grandpa, this cinnamon is not enough to color, the handwriting is also slightly immature, the pen is not working."

“Perhaps this man’s skill has reached the point of going his part.”The old man sighed several times, and the middle-aged man on the side secretly left his mind and wrote down the address of the store.

The Jiang Wu husband and wife, who are responsible for pouring tea and cooking, after hearing the grandfather and grandson's argument, are looking at each other, full of incredible colors in their eyes, they do not know this pair of grandfathers and grandsons, but this middle-aged man, their husbands and wives are acquaintances, is a full-time driver of the county government, driving a special car for the county chief, looking at the expression of the middle-aged man, the status of this grandfather and grandson is also above the county chief.

“Is my brother Ginger so strong?”God, I must be dreaming.”Jiang Wu couldn’t believe what had happened today, and some sleepwalked to greet guests who were gradually coming to dinner.

During the period, the middle-aged man tried to talk from Jiang Wukou through the bathroom, but his daughter-in-law coughed to stop it, the middle-aged man did not hear the results, but his heart had more answers, this matter, had to find the county chief to say.

Half an hour later, Xu's grandfather and grandson ate a meal, the old man followed the driver to the car, and Xu Bingluo, it seems that because of the hotel feng shui, there was an interest in Qishan County, and a person went to the direction of the old street.

...

All this, Jiang Hao naturally did not know, at this time he was wandering in an old street in Qishan County, feeling the weight of being washed by history.

The mottled earth wall, the old partial house, the retinal noodle restaurant on the street, the uncle who tugged at the throat and sold the yellow bun...

The wall that is written to remove the words, in front of a gray-haired teacher, a bench and a red cloth, printed on the 19th palace gossip, put a bamboo barrel signature, ask for marriage, ask for the future, see the official fortune.

On a cold day, the street is sparsely pulling around the shadow, the head of the master with the ear guard hat, curled up in the corner, cold and shivering, the old man still sticks to his camp, the grandfather of a big business, even if today only three pieces of three, no one cares.

The master of the booze, without suffering from widowhood, is lonely all his life, wandering, for him, it seems that he has long been accustomed to this environment.

Jiang Hao stood under the wall for a while, his eyes resting on an inconspicuous compass next to the old man's chair.

This compass is very old, wrapped in a shabby red cloth, and the surface is also covered with soot falling by the old man, like garbage thrown aside at will.

Such an appearance, if a rough sweep, most people think that it is just a residual compass, but after Jiang Hao got the eight-panel chart, the eyesight became much better, seemingly rough shape of the compass, in his eyes, but found a lot of strange things.

This compass is not ordinary work, but is made of hundreds of years of wild chestnut tree roots, shaped like an elliptical fish plate, the narrow mouth is located in two directions, there is a pair of ear-like root, is polished into a dragon's beard mouth, in the shape of double dragon play ball, implying the meaning of finding a dragon spot.