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Xiangjiang.

Not long after night falls, the midsummer sky always darkens very late. Although the street lamps are on, you can see everything in front of you clearly without lighting.

The turbid river water comes from the violet sky in the south, rushes to the north day and night, for people in this city, she is a part of them that they are used to.

She was here many years ago, she was here many years later, and she is here now.

Ying Bo hurriedly parked the car on the side of the road, opened the car door, and rushed to the bridge.

Yan Zhe followed closely behind him, and he stared at everything in front of him dumbfounded. Because he didn't pay half his attention to his feet, he was stumbled by the stone pier and staggered as he walked.

In the end, he simply supported Ying Bo's shoulders, and the two stood on the bridge together.

"God," Yan Zhe said, "this is—"

Reiki.

From the distant mountains, it was carried by the current, and as the tributary flowed into this river, the aura also flowed into it.At this section of Star City, the colorful aura has formed a long dragon, with no head forward and no tail behind, the roar of the white current hitting the water is its roar, and the rhythmic changing posture is its jumping heart.If someone wants to ask what is a spiritual vein, then he will know that it is a spiritual vein when he stands on the bridge and takes a look.

Ying Bo could even feel the beating pulse of the real spiritual pulse.

Standing on the bridge, the first thing you feel is not the wind with the smell of water, but the aura.

The aura blows to the face with the wind, there is no need to exercise the mind at all, Ying Bo can also feel that they are scrambling to be the first to enter his body, and then pass through his body, leaving less than one thousandth of it.In the bang, some of them spread outward with the wind, as if some kind of actual substance, following the theorem of moving from high-density range to low-density range, just like the Xiangjiang River nourishes the cities on both sides of the river, they are also nourished like the source The aura of the city.But more and more auras bring friends and friends, and continue to run happily, as if chasing a distant place that will never be seen.

"Fengshui treasure land," Ying Bo murmured, "This is the real Fengshui treasure land."

In comparison, the mountain spirits on Xiaoxiao Mountain are nothing.

No, wait, this is the same type as the spirit foundation of the mountain, and what they are witnessing at the moment is the spirit of water.

That Xiaoxiao Mountain is just an unknown cemetery in the countryside, and it can also give birth to the mountain spirits that the ancients are greedy for, and this winding river through the ages has given birth to the spirit of water.

Spiritual mountains and rivers are intertwined, and spiritual energy flows in their direction, reciprocating on this planet, just like leaf veins are to leaves, and blood vessels are to human beings.

Just standing on the bridge for a while, Ying Bo felt that his cultivation base had increased a little bit, and Yan Zhe next to him couldn't achieve Ying Bo's successful meditation every time, so he felt the increase in cultivation base more deeply.

He had already heard about Gu Xiu from Ying Bo, and he couldn't help complaining at the moment: "What kind of mountain spirits did you go to the countryside to dig, isn't this better to grab?"

"I'm afraid it's not easy to grab," Ying Bo said, "Look behind you."

Yan Zhe turned around in surprise. In this direction, he could see another bridge across the river in the distance, and under the bridge——

"Fuck! What is that!" Yan Zhe murmured, "Almost blinded my titanium dog eyes!"

After a while, he guessed what it was from the vague shadow, pointed to the front, turned his head with chattering teeth and asked Ying Bo: "It's not the one I thought, is it?"

Ying Bo also had a stiff expression, but he recognized the facts earlier than Yan Zhe, and said, "Otherwise, what do you think?"

——Under the bridge is Tingzhou in the heart of the river.

This Tingzhou is well-known throughout the country, and few people have not seen its photos. It is also a major tourist attraction and a revolutionary education base.

Because a great man wrote a poem, because later people built a bust of the great man in Tingzhou, because...anyway, because of all kinds of messy reasons, and because of the direct reason of spiritual recovery, Ying Bo and Yan Zhe read it. What arrived was an incomparably brilliant divine light.

Not seen during the day, only noticeable at night.A beam of light on Tingzhou pierced through the heaven and earth, like a sea-fixing magic needle, firmly suppressing the dragon-like pulse created by Xiangjiang's soul.

It was precisely because of its guarding that Gu Xiuxiao was unable to attack Xiangjiang Jingpo.

Yan Zhe turned his head and said to Bo: "Go back and lend me your incense burner."

Ying Bo: "What are you doing?"

Yan Zhe: "Put a hundred-yuan bill on it and burn three sticks of incense."

Ying Bo: "Get lost."

A certain liar scolded a certain policeman like this, then turned and walked towards their parking place.

Yan Zhe walked behind him and asked, "Are you still going to Yuelu Mountain?"

Ying Bo said: "Of course. The reputation of Yuelu Mountain is not lower than that of Xiangjiang River. I want to compare the two sides."

They got in the car, Ying Bo put on the handbrake and stepped on the clutch, the car started slowly and drove onto the bridge.

During the process of crossing the bridge, the two were silent, and the gorgeous scenery was imprinted on their retinas, even after crossing the bridge, they could not forget it.This atmosphere has been maintained until Ying Bo drove into the university town and came to the foot of Yuelu Mountain, and then it eased up a little.

With the Xiangjiang River as the background, neither of them was surprised when they saw the mist-like blue and emerald aura surrounding Yuelu Mountain.The road on the mountain was well built, Ying Bo drove up directly, only stopped for a while in front of a temple on the mountain, and then went down the mountain from the other side.

"I've read both sides," Yan Zhe said, "Where do you plan to practice?"

"I haven't finished it yet," Ying Bo said, "Go on, let's drive along the river."

"Huh?" Yan Zhe was surprised, "I won't practice today."

"I need to make a decision as soon as possible," Ying Bo stepped on the accelerator to speed up, "It's cultivation, there is always time to make up."

Yan Zhe, who considered himself the big brother, never interfered in such matters, he only reminded one small aspect.

"Hey! This car is not mine! Don't let the camera capture the speeding!"

"Relax." Ying Bo said, and continued to step on the gas pedal.

The speed of the car was maintained at the highest speed of the road at night, and the road was fast—thank you it was not the morning and evening peak traffic hours—running along the river bank.Ying Bo stopped from time to time, ran to the riverside to look into the distance, then got into the car and continued driving.

Yan Zhe, who was already busy with work and had to squeeze out time to practice, fell asleep on the co-pilot before he could hold on.It wasn't until the engine suddenly stopped and roared that he heard someone pull out the key and leave. He suddenly woke up. When he looked up, he found that his brother had got out of the car and was standing on the river embankment.

Ying Bo held a lit cigarette in his hand, but he didn't smoke it.

Yan Zhe thought second-hand smoke was more harmful than direct smoking, so he yawned and confiscated his cigarettes.Then he looked back and saw that they had come to a bridge again.

As a city divided into two halves by the river, Star City has many bridges. This bridge is not on the same side as the previous two bridges, but under this bridge, there are also two river Tingzhous.

Yan Zhe glanced at it twice, but didn't see anything special, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Ying Bo didn't answer, he looked around the neighborhood again, and said, "The house here is pretty good, do you want to buy it?"

Hearing this question, Ying Bo finally made a move.

He said speechlessly: "Who told you that I want to buy a house?"

Yan Zhe said: "Shuigangchong's old community is really not a good place to practice. I think you are going to move out too. Aren't you looking for spiritual energy for the new house?"

Ying Bo was even more speechless: "Obviously the conditions you said are all correct, why are the results so far worse?"

Yan Zhe was also speechless, and asked, "Then what are you going to do?"

Ying Bo turned his head, continued to look at the two small islands in the river, and asked in a declarative tone: "What do you think of Longzhou?"

Yan Zhe knew that Longzhou referred to the two small islands in front of them. Ten years ago, the word Longzhou referred to only one island.

Because it is located at the entrance where a tributary of the Xiangjiang River merges into the Xiangjiang River, it hinders the flow of floods. Ten years ago, under the auspices of the government, people dug up the island from the middle and turned it into two islands.

If in the past this estuary was a dead end with bad geomantic omen, then looking at it now, Longzhou, which has become two islands, has a smooth wind and a gathering of spiritual energy.If it wasn't for the city government's plan to build an ecological park on it, no one would live on it... eh?

Yan Zhe was taken aback.

He reacted suddenly, pointed at Jiang Zhongdao and said in horror: "Are you going to live there!"

Ying Bo: "Please add yourself, and it's too old-fashioned to say, I want to contract Longzhou down."

Yan Zhe said incoherently: "I don't want to rush to the bureau before working hours if I live above... Wait, that's not the problem! Do you want to contract? Do you think you can contract if you want? This is not the countryside. Xiaotushan, as long as you have money! The city government has already completed the planning plan for this area, and the contracted ones have also been contracted out. At this time, you said you want to contract?!"

He slowed down and continued to shout: "Why didn't you say you were going to heaven!"

Ying Bo raised his forehead: "Brother, do you think that things like God are difficult for us now?"

Yan Zhe was speechless.

After a while, he found a new excuse: "Even if the contract is contracted, there will be no personal contract."

Ying Bo said: "That's okay, I just happen to be planning to start a company."

A few days ago, Yan Zhe was still worried about his brother who had nothing to do at home all day, but now that Ying Bo said that he wanted to start a company, he was even more frightened.

Ying Bo thought about it and said, "Well, let's rent out the two islands together. I happen to know a lot of real estate developers, so I hired a construction team to repair the house. For a company, let's shake my head with a private educational institution, um..."

Hearing the word private educational institution, Yan Zhe was already powerless.

He asked, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Yan Haji, don't you think it's too wasteful for the resources I have at present to only be used by the two of us?" Ying Bo replied calmly.

At first, Ying Bo's idea was vague, but when he went out this time, he came into contact with Zhang Tianshi, the "expert in formation" who couldn't even tell whether the formation could be used, and his thinking became clear.

Compared with other people who need to start all over again, he has much better luck with the live broadcast.

"...So, from the perspective of maximizing the utilization of resources, there is no need to cover up the day-to-day live broadcast," Ying Bo said. Precious things, whether people, things, or power."

"Do you like these three?" Yan Zhe asked with a frown.

As someone close to him, he was sure of his answer to Bo.

Sure enough, Ying Bo said: "Ah? That kind of thing? Whatever."

"Then why did you..."

"The world is going to change dramatically, brother," Ying Bo thought for a while, and said, "I want it to be more in line with my liking."

Yan Zhe, who understood what was going on, swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The moonlight sprinkled on the river, and the two small islands named Longzhou were coated with a hazy silver glow by the moonlight.Yan Zhe looked at these and asked with difficulty, "So, this is the Guanghan sect?"

Ying Bo really didn't think about the name, but when he heard Yan Zhe tell the joke he made earlier, he directly refused: "No, Guanghanzong is too old-fashioned."

After thinking for a while, Ying Bo said, "Let's call it Guanghan Xiuzhen Vocational and Technical College."