Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

Chapter 332 Died at the age of 140 and eight

140 eight years old.

An Ning did not interrupt Mr. Feng Shui's words anymore. Inside the low courtyard wall, accompanied by the faint sound of whimpering wind, Mr. Feng Shui told his story.

"In my life, I have experienced glory, depression, battles, and regrets."

"When I was young and vigorous, I relied on my own abilities to do things that I will regret for the rest of my life."

Mr. Feng Shui sighed and looked far away.

"In this village, because I lost control while drunk and leaked important information, all the villagers were killed overnight, and it was all my fault."

"The people who knew it gradually died, leaving me alone to stay here. It can be regarded as atonement."

Although Mr. Feng Shui did not explain it in detail, he used his own experience to give An Ning a warning.

"Tranquility, people don't have to ask about comings and goings, they only need to know the direction they are going. You are doing well and have always been good. Keep going and everything will be fine."

Mr. Feng Shui stood up and followed quietly.

"Take all the books in my room."

"This one... remember to dig it out. I will give you the reward for being an apprentice."

Mr. Feng Shui handed An Ning a scroll, and An Ning accepted it. The two of them understood each other tacitly.

"Come over tomorrow at Tatsuki. After collecting your things, please cremate my body and bury my ashes in this location."

Mr. Feng Shui pointed to a piece of paper on the table with a detailed address on it.

One thousand meters to the west, Shuanglong Cave, two meters and three inches downward toward the south.

An Ning stared at the directions and requirements on the urn. She raised her head in disbelief and looked at the Feng Shui Master.

"You want to use your ashes to make a Feng Shui formation?"

"I know I can't hide it from you."

Mr. Feng Shui said nonchalantly: "I owe something to the people here, and I can only repay it to the people in the future."

An Ning looked at her husband with somewhat pleading eyes, and finally nodded slowly.

"I'll do a good job."

"Thank you."

The two seemed to have finished talking about everything, and An Ning was sent out by Mr. Feng Shui. At the door, An Ning turned her back to the gentleman and asked, "You never told me your name."

"Liu Shou'an."

"Guardian?"

An Ning turned around, with a searching look in her eyes, which made Mr. Liu nod his head affirmatively and said, "I am an old man but not talented. He was once the Feng Shui master who was the ancestor of the An family and has been guarded for generations."

As soon as Mr. Feng Shui said this, An Ning suddenly smiled and saluted Mr. Feng Shui.

"It's Mr. Brutal Junior."

"How can we talk about false etiquette when we forget our friendship."

Mr. Liu accepted An Ning's bow, then helped An Ning up as a friend and pointed to the road outside.

"The road is wide and the sky is wide, go ahead."

Leave peacefully.

She wanted to stay, but she knew that her husband had things he wanted to do and needed to be alone.

She couldn't bear to interrupt.

When An Ning returned to An's home, his expression did not change much, but he spoke a little less, and no one paid much attention to it.

In the evening, An Ning went back to the room to rest very early.

Just after midnight, she sat up, got dressed, and quietly walked out of An's house.

In less than an hour, An Ning arrived at her husband's door. She didn't go in, but waited quietly.

Inside the room, the gentleman was meditating on the kang. He glanced out the window with his eyes closed, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

God sent a man from heaven so that he would not have to suffer the five disadvantages and three deficiencies in his later years.

Satisfied.

He is really content.

The husband did not greet An Ning and slowly closed his eyes.

The tranquility at the door and spiritual power gradually enveloped the entire courtyard.

She saw her husband's eyes opening and smiling one by one, and the silent thank you, which made An Ning know that her husband knew she was coming.

Early in the morning, the door to the small courtyard opened.

The gentleman, wearing a robe embroidered with unknown patterns, came out of the house, walked to the door, and said to An Ning: "Come with me?"

"My pleasure."

An Ning followed behind her husband. The two of them were almost on their way. If someone saw him in the middle of the night, they would definitely think that they had met a ghost, or a legless ghost that could fly.

The two of them reached the mountain very quickly, where the husband had found a burial place for himself.

An Ning took a few steps back, leaving Mr. alone in front.

The gentleman has a compass in his left hand and a cloth bag in his right hand.

Regularly, with specific steps, every time he found the right place, he personally buried a magic weapon in the bag.

Gradually, An Ning saw an invisible net in mid-air.

This network is not real, but it is real.

Although invisible, it actually changes the aura, or magnetic field, here.

A certain magnetic field has a huge impact on people. Meng's mother's three moves also changed the environment. The magnetic field can also be said to be the environment.

And the husband is using his own vitality to change the magnetic field of this land and help future generations of the entire village.

Although An Ning is not a member of the Mountain Sect, her mental power makes her sensitive and accurate to all mysterious powers.

Every time Mr. takes a step, his life force disappears a little bit.

He said that his end was approaching, but it was better to say that he had allowed his end to come.

This moment was the moment he chose for himself, not God's arrangement.

For a moment, An Ning wanted to stop it.

But she stopped again.

The entire galaxy has spent hundreds of years preparing for the inheritance of seeds. If someone stopped her, she would not be grateful, only angry.

The same goes for the gentleman in front of me. This moment, this time, and this place were all carefully calculated by the gentleman.

She can't destroy it, this is what he wishes and wants in his life.

Time gradually passed. After the last magic weapon in the bag was buried by Mr., Mr.'s original black hair had already turned white.

The man who originally looked like he was only in his forties now had wrinkles all over his face, and his original appearance was no longer visible.

When the husband turned around and looked at An Ning, his eyes were filled with satisfaction, as it should be, with an end to the world and no worries.

"Let's go back, there's still time for a pot of tea."

An Ning stepped forward, held her husband's arm, and said politely: "Then you have to drink the tea you put at the bottom of the box. I won't drink the bad tea."

"Hahahaha, okay, okay, you, I don't know how long you have been making this tea."

"It's so long."

"Hahahahaha!"

An old man and a young man walked down the mountain and returned to the small courtyard and the stone table.

An Ning boiled water, got the tea leaves that her husband had collected for a long time, brewed the tea, and walked to the yard with the teacup in hand.

"This tea smells really good. If I had known, I would have——"

An Ning held the tea cup and said in a lower voice: "If I had known, we would have drank earlier."

"I'm really anxious. Can't you wait for me for a while?"

An Ning put the tea cup on the table and pushed it to the gentleman opposite, but the gentleman never responded.

She sat there for who knows how long, and finally picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The aroma of tea overflowed and her mouth was filled with fragrance.

"It's weird, it's a bit bitter."

A tear dropped from the corner of An Ning's eye and fell into the teacup, causing a small ripple.