Life Hunter

"Yes," Li Qingxian said, "Brother Han, you go back and rest. I'll watch here and you come in the evening. Don't refuse, I'll have to rely on you when I'm not around in the next few days." Li Qingxian said.

Han Anbo hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll go then. I'll keep watch at night."

After bidding farewell to Han Anbo, Li Qingxian thought for a long time before opening the "Seven Stars True Interpretation of Destiny", which is known as the origin of fortune-telling, and read it carefully.

The original work of "Seven Stars Determining Destiny" is so obscure and profound that many fortune-tellers dare not fully understand it throughout their lives.

This "Seven Stars True Interpretation of Destiny" was annotated and elaborated in detail by Xu Ziping, the famous founding prime minister of the People's Republic of China. Li Qingxian carefully considered every sentence, exhausted his efforts, and did not dare to be careless.

A quarter of an hour later, Li Qingxian completed two pages and put down "The True Interpretation of Seven-Star Destiny" with satisfaction, and picked up the story novel "The Legend of the River Swordsman", reading it with interest.

"The Legend of the River Shouqi" tells the story of Prince Xian being captured after the monster clan entered the border in the Tiankang period, and the Confucian, Taoist, and upright martial arts people and strangers joined forces to rescue the Prince Xian. It is said that the real deeds were passed down orally to the river guards, and were later processed and compiled into books by literati.

An hour later, Li Qingxian stretched and read "The True Interpretation of Seven-Star Destiny" and then "The Legend of the River Swordsman", feeling caught in a dilemma.

"People want to be happy in life, why bother yourself?" After saying that, Li Qingxian felt at ease and picked up "The Legend of the River Swordsman" and continued to read hard.

At night, Han Anbo arrived, and Li Qingxian returned to Jiajiu House.

Room Jiajiu was very quiet. There was no nagging from Zheng Hui, no stealing from Yu Ping, and no compliments from Han Anbo, but for some reason, it was harder to fall asleep.

After a long time, Li Qingxian sighed, closed his eyes, and forced himself to sleep.

The next day, at dawn, Li Qingxian met Zhou Chunfeng, then glanced at Zhou Hen, called the Night Guard's carriage, and headed to the Li family cemetery outside the city.

At breakfast time, Ye Han, led by the guards, walked outside Chunfeng Ju again in confusion.

He originally thought that he would never come back.

Entering the study, a beautiful figure in white sat beside him, holding a scroll and reading. He turned around and his heart beat faster.

His demeanor is elegant and his face is beautiful. He is just a silhouette reading a book, and he is like a fairy fallen into the mortal world.

Ye Han was stunned for a moment, overlapping with the veiled figure in his mind.

The alluring fairy Jiang Youfei.

When she came to Beijing, the streets were empty, and Ye Han was one of the admirers watching on Xuanwu Street.

At that time, Concubine Jiang You covered her face with gauze, revealing only a pair of eyes that seemed to contain all the beauty in the world.

Ye Han will never forget those eyes.

"Xiaoye, sit down." Zhou Chunfeng pointed to a chair far away from Jiang Youfei.

"Yes, Master Zhou." Ye Han sat down cautiously. He could vaguely see the moving figure in his peripheral vision, but he couldn't see it clearly. His chest became a rat's nest, and hundreds of claws scratched his heart.

"I knew you wanted to pay homage to your majesty, but I asked you to come. Do you know why?" Zhou Chunfeng asked.

"You don't know," Ye Han said.

"Your brothers have already laid a heavy ambush outside your Ye family's cemetery." Zhou Chunfeng lowered his head casually and drank tea.

"What?" Ye Han was stunned and immediately came to his senses, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for reminding me! This is very possible!"

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. If you want to thank me, just thank Qingxian."

"Why?"

"I am preparing to pay homage to Mr. Gang Feng today in my spare time. In the process of purchasing sacrifices, I heard someone mention you. In order to thank you for the Jiaohua Dan that you gave me, I did not hesitate to waste my life to estimate my life, and I deduced that your brother is not good for you. He himself I'm afraid you won't believe me, so I asked for my help." Zhou Chunfeng said.

Ye Han was speechless, and after a while he sighed: "A simple and pure person has nothing to do with leisure! I, Ye Han, am ashamed of Li Qingxian!"

Zhou Chunfeng said: "I know that you are always cautious, and I may not fully believe in fortune-telling. Let's do this. You write a letter, and I will send it to your cronies outside for verification. If the Ye family cemetery There is indeed an ambush, it's not too late for you to thank Li Qingxian."

"Please, Master Zhou, could you please lend me a pen and paper."

"Can."

Ye Han picked up his pen to write and saw Zhou Chunfeng nodding gently from the corner of his eye. He felt happy in his heart. He had already won Zhou Chunfeng's favor with his good calligraphy that he had practiced hard for many years.

I heard that Li Qingxian was not a scholar and did not know calligraphy. Perhaps, he still had a chance to win Zhou Chunfeng's favor.

Ye Han wrote harder.

The corner of Zhou Chunfeng's mouth curled up slightly, then recovered immediately.

After Ye Han finished writing, Zhou Chunfeng asked people to send him away, saying: "I'm worried that your brother will jump over the wall in a hurry. You can stay here for the time being. You can read the books on the bookshelf at will."

"Thank you, Master Zhou!" Ye Han's eyes were hot and he was excited.

I wrongly blamed Zhou Chunfeng! I was wrong to blame Li Qingxian!

Yesterday, I overturned the table angrily and vowed to be sworn in with Zhou Chunfeng and Li Qingxian. Only now did I realize that I was judging a gentleman with a villain's heart.

Zhou Chunfeng is a true gentleman, and Li Qingxian is also a true gentleman!

The night guard's carriage drove quickly and arrived at the Li family cemetery near noon.

Li Gangfeng was not originally from the capital, but he had many distant relatives of the Li family in the capital. They recognized their relatives very early and had a cemetery in the Li family tomb in the capital.

Li Qingxian stood outside the Li family cemetery.

Surrounded by green mountains, the cemetery is unique.

A white marble royal road carved with hundreds of birds and animals is located in the middle of the road, with white marble steps on both sides for people to walk forward.

From the main entrance of the cemetery, there are twelve steps, each with six floors, adhering to the rule of odd-numbered yang houses and even-numbered yin houses.

On both sides of the road, Shi Wengzhong, Shi Gandang, ghost-catching warriors, demon-conquering masters, etc. stood in pairs.

The tombkeeper came over and asked, and learned that he was the son of Mr. Gang Feng. He took the offering respectfully, followed behind him, and showed Li Qingxian the way.

Not long after, Li Qingxian came outside a cemetery.

Two tombs side by side, the tomb of Li Gangfeng and his wife.

Li Qingxian looked at the green and black granite tombstone for a long time. When he lowered his head, he saw that the incense candles in front of the tombstone were still fresh and the fruits were bright.

Li Qingxian asked: "May I ask Mr. Tombkeeper, do people often pay homage to my late father?"

"Mr. Gang Feng's reputation spread far and wide, and he was extremely sincere and loyal. Over the past six months, there has been an endless stream of worshipers. The entire Li family took good care of him and did not dare to be careless." said the tomb guard.

Li Qingxian nodded and said, "Mr. Tomb Guard is here for you."

"Don't dare."

Li Qingxian took out the sacrifices, worshiped them, and then left.

Before leaving, he took out a piece of broken silver and thanked the tombkeeper. The tombkeeper refused to accept it, and said: "You can ask for other people's money, but you cannot ask for Mr. Gang Feng's family's money. If you ask for it, your master's legs will be broken." Drive away.”

Li Qingxian took back the broken silver, thanked the tombkeeper, got into the carriage, and asked the driver to rush to Luo Qingshan.

At noon, Li Qingxian and the driver ate the noodles and pickles prepared in the morning and arrived at Luoqingshan in the afternoon.

Li Qingxian asked the driver to stop on the roadside and stood on the shaft of the car to look around.

The low hills are undulating and the land is green, creating a beautiful scenery.

There is a group of tombs lying in the south, further away from the divine capital than the Li family cemetery.

Nearby, Luoqing Mountain is lush and green, only two to three hundred meters high. The slopes are gentle, the mountain is wide, and it is deserted.

Li Qingxian slowly observed Luo Qingshan, looking for the spot where the purple crystal fell in his memory. He saw something out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to look into the distance.

Hundreds of miles away, we saw a stretch of rolling mountain peaks. From this angle, the peaks were lined up like the backs of giant dragons, with the dragon-headed peak facing the divine capital.

Li Qingxian looked at the mountain and thought for a moment.

"interesting……"

Afterwards, Li Qingxian asked the driver to drive the carriage to different directions under Luoqing Mountain, observed from different angles, quickly determined the landing point, asked the driver to stop, and shouted loudly: "Little Uncle Zhou, please help me!"