Jingxiu County.

Qingyuan stood in front of He Mansion.

The He Mansion is not big, it is just an old house, which looks very old and can't be said to be a show, and there are no housekeepers guarding the door. The reason for this house is because He Hu is the magistrate, but he is poor and only guards this house, and it is quite difficult to eat and clothing on weekdays.

He Hu is a clean official, and no one has questioned him.

But he is not a good father.

Qingyuan looked at the house with a gloomy face and a vague murderous intent, but after thinking for a while, he finally left.

After he stepped into the county town, he heard many people's comments.

He Qing, the daughter of He Magistrate, is dead.

She was starved to death.

Because she got other people's things.

"How can a girl take things from outsiders in her home? And it is a man's property? Where is the word "shamed"?

“Can this be used as food?”

"I, He Hu, never asks for food for me, even if I live a poor life when I was young, pulling grass roots and eating bark, I still refuse to help my neighbors. Why do I have such a daughter as you today?"

"Since you want to eat, then you will eat this bottle. From today on, don't eat any food in my house."

According to rumors, this is what He Hu said.

That little girl He Qing was stubborn, and then she really didn't eat any food until... she starved to death.

...

He Qing is dead.

He Hu ignored it, but He's mother was extremely sad. She finally took some private money and asked someone to find a Feng Shui treasure land and bury it.

But the man took over the money himself, dug a hole by the river, and buried He Qing by the river.

Until today, Qingyuan has arrived by the river.

The two banks of the river are three or four meters apart, and the river water is turbulent, flowing down from the upper and rushing toward it.

There is a arched mound by the river.

Under the mound, there must be a little girl buried.

"I never thought that a bottle of pill would harm your life."

Qingyuan squatted down slightly, reached out and pressed his hand on the mound, and whispered: "That elixir is originally beneficial to people. In fact, it is not unreasonable to call it "Longevity Pill for some people who are old and old. However, they did not expect that the so-called Lungevity Pill will kill you."

The breeze is cool, and the river is still turbulent and surging.

Qingyuan Jing stood for a moment, and Fang took a selfie on the mound, looked left and right, and said, "This big river is turbulent. Once the rain is heavy, I am afraid that it will rush over the banks of both sides. I am afraid that you will not sleep well."

He slowly stood up, closed his eyes slightly, and pressed down his hand.

The mound suddenly solidified and gradually pressed down.

He had the five elements of the Dharma, transformed into soil, condensed the soil layer into rock, and even extended in all directions. The land within a radius of seven or eight feet was condensed into rock, including the soil in the river, and the same was true.

Immediately, in Ningfa Tower, Western murals suddenly shone brightly.

Qingyuan added a layer of gold and iron energy in the middle of the soil layer, which was indestructible.

"I am not very profound in Feng Shui, nor have I ever had the power to move mountains and fill the sea to change the situations of all parties."

Qingyuan walked beside the mound, his magic power was circulating, and his five elements were constantly changing, "But within a small range nearby, I can still change some for you."

He set changes according to the five elements layout and eight trigrams he knew. It was not very profound, but it was considered pretty good.

After doing all this, he did not leave immediately, but sat cross-legged near the mound, reached out and pressed it, and condensed a stone tablet.

He Qing’s tomb.

A line of small characters on the side is: Brother Changqing Yuanli.

"Now in the world, it is the time to enthrone the gods."

Qingyuan said slowly to the tombstone: "Accordingly, all those who died in this world are expected to be a god. It's a pity that you are not a practitioner, and you have no luck in addition to your gods, so you will not be able to get the position of gods. If I can become an immortal, maybe you will be infected with the luck of the immortal family and you will be able to be a god."

"It's a pity that I have not been able to become an immortal, nor can I send you to the Venerable God Platform, nor can I occupy a divine position."

"Fortunately, after this world, there will be eighteen layers of the underworld that will be born, which will control the cycle of life and death in the heavens. Perhaps... you are still expected to be reborn. Unlike in the past, death is like a lamp that goes out, everything will disappear, and the underworld will be built in the future, and it will be really different."

"Then..." Kiyohara said in her original tone, "I'm leaving?"

There was no answer in the mound.

Kiyohara sighed and stood up.

However, at this moment, a sudden light shone in his chest, and the ancient mirror suddenly rose, and the light shone in all directions.

It was the scorching sun at this moment, but under the light of the ancient mirror, the surrounding area became a little darker and a little colder.

Seeing this, Kiyohara was suddenly stunned, turned around and looked at the grave.

There was a little light above the tomb, with a light blue color, and a subtle fireflies, flashing lightly and darkly, as if it was almost extinguished.

Seeing this, Qingyuan's breathing was almost stagnant.

"The soul is truly spiritual?"

According to his three-level heavenly practice, it is difficult to see the true spirit of this soul.

Only when he breaks through the fourth level of heaven, the true qi turns into magic power, and his soul and soul are condensed into Yin God, can he see the true soul and soul with his naked eyes. But at this moment, he could see the faint light like a firefly.

"It should be because of the ancient mirror."

"This mirror is almost intimate with me, knowing my thoughts, so it shines everywhere, isolates the scorching sun in the sky, and then reveals the true soul of this soul."

He took a deep breath and remembered the spells of the Seven Spirit Sect.

Detained!

Qingyuan pressed his hands, folded his fingers, formed a seal, and his palms bulged slightly, making a hollow inside. He slowly leaned forward and wanted to hold the soul spirit between his palms.

However, at this moment, a sharp sound fell into my ears.

That is the sound of arrows leaving the strings.

A ray of chill suddenly rose in Qingyuan's heart.

His face changed drastically, and his body turned to the sound behind him.

A puff sound!

Arrows inserted behind.

Blood splattered, and his back clothes were dyed red in an instant.

But he finally condensed his hands on the little real spirit and wrapped them in the middle of his palms.

It was not until this time that the ancient mirror hanging in the air gradually shone and fell into Qingyuan's arms.

Qingyuan ignored the others, but just used the technique of restraining the soul to imprison this soul and soul in his hands, and then protected it.

As for the arrow behind him, he used his true energy and shook it slightly, but it was not destroyed.

It was not an ordinary arrow, but an arrow that was soaked in the talisman water, engraved with runes, and then shot out by a warrior who was full of murderous aura.

After gathering the true soul of the soul, Qingyuan Fang took action, reached behind him, and drew the arrow.

It was not until then that he turned around and went over.

And behind him, dozens of people were already surrounded.

The sword light and sword shadows condense into murderous intent, just like the essence.

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!