For a moment, almost all the people in Lijia village gathered in Lijia ancestral hall.

    "Why can''t the fire be put out?"

    "Come on, come on, more water. There''s not enough water. The fire is getting bigger and bigger."

    "No, it''s windy. Ouch, back off."

    "Mom, what a strong wind."

    "I can''t open my eyes. Ouch, it''s burning me. Mom, back up."

    "What''s the matter? Eh, why are these tablets outside the ancestral hall? Who took them out? Well, no, no, there are only twenty-one. Aren''t there twenty-three tablets here? Why are there two missing? "

    "Let''s see, let''s see, ah, without the memorial tablets of Mr. Li''s parents, what''s the matter? Is it possible that someone intentionally burned down the Li family ancestral hall? But who would burn like that? "

    "Come on, let''s see if there are any weird people around..."

    The whirring wind is accompanied by the fire light that almost illuminates half of the sky, which sets off the quiet and noisy people who shuttle like ants below.

    Li''s ancestral hall is in chaos.

    At the moment, yunmo and his party have been standing outside the courtyard of Li chentu''s old house.

    The old house of Li chentu''s family is a thatched house. I can imagine how poor his family was.

    Now, Li chentu has made a fortune, and the whole village has been renovated by him. It has become a big and affluent village. Naturally, he has not let go of his old house.

    However, this time, Li chentu did not rebuild his old house, but retained his thatched cottage. He only rebuilt a very foreign style small building in front of the thatched cottage.

    At this time, yunmo didn''t pay attention to the small western style building, but stood outside the very simple thatched cottage, calculating rapidly with five fingers, stepping on the seven star position under his feet, and reciting: "the seven star lights turn to leave the palace, go north to the northwest, the eight trigrams twelve palace, originally here."

    As soon as the five fingers closed, yunmo looked up and quickly scanned the surrounding environment of the thatched cottage. Then he went straight through the thatched cottage and walked to a stream 20 meters behind the house.

    "The living water leads the dragon. I didn''t expect that Li chentu''s hometown has such spiritual pulse. No wonder he can rise." Yunmo stood by the stream, glanced at the dark stream in the moonlight, and nodded slightly.

    There is a spiritual vein behind Li chentu''s house. This spiritual vein winds past his house. It seems that it doesn''t stay, but flows directly. In fact, all its aura is intercepted by Li chentu''s ancestral house, which is just built here, and the whole house enters his ancestral house.

    With the help of this spiritual pulse and the protection of Li''s family, Li Shen''s way is as good as God''s help. He goes out from such a shabby place, and then gets the appreciation of the noble people and goes all the way smoothly to the present.

    Yunmo looked at the stream, then closed his eyes, stretched out his finger and drew a symbol in the middle of his eyebrows. Then when he opened his eyes, yunmo saw that there was a strong light blue water vapor hovering on the water three meters in front of the plain stream.

    The water vapor spirals up in circles, just like a little dragon playing in the water. At a glance, it makes people relaxed and happy, and makes people feel comfortable.

    "Here it is." Cloud Mo closed his eyes, and then without hesitation step into the stream, dribble toward the place.

    Three or two steps to stand on the Lingmai spring point, yunmo finds a small willow knife from the big orange''s package, pulls a flower in the air, and then stabs it at the Lingmai spring point.

    There are no incantations or complicated moves. With such a simple knife, yunmo makes a buzzing sound at the moment when he touches the water vapor little dragon. At a speed that ordinary people can''t feel, there is a shock at the same time.

    The wooden knife went straight down, breaking through the water and rubbing into the mud.

    Just as the wooden knife was about to enter the water, the circling water vapor dragon suddenly looked up to the sky with a low roar. Then its thin body quickly circled on the water surface, head down to the bottom, and quickly disappeared in the world.

    With the disappearance of the water vapor little dragon, the vegetation on this side of the land was shocked, and then with the speed visible to the naked eye, it hesitated for a few minutes. Although it was still green, it was not as attractive and handsome as before.

    "Boom..." it was like a roar coming from the bottom of the earth, coming out from under the stream.

    In this roar, a water whirlpool comes out of the place where the cloud ink willow knife is inserted, and the water in the stream spirals backward from the breach at the speed visible to the naked eye, just like the cloud ink directly pierces the ground.

    The stream, which is not very spacious, has a rapid decrease in water flow. However, in a long time, the stream, which has been running all the year round and has never stopped running for so many years, has dried up under the eyes of yunmo.

    Standing on the dry river bed, yunmo looked at the stream that had stopped flowing. Her index finger scratched on the sharp stone at the bottom of the river, and a drop of bright red blood was forced out of her index finger.

    Aiming at the place where the willow knife was sent, Yun Mo dropped a drop of blood between his fingers: "I will destroy your permanent residence. I will give you ten years of merit and virtue. I hope you will succeed in your cultivation as soon as possible."

    Dark night, everything is not true, but that drop of blood in the cloud ink voice has not yet fallen when, Hula was absorbed.

    Then came two roars from the bottom of the earth, as if there was a sound in reply to cloud ink.

    The cloud Mo hears a voice, the corner of the mouth slightly outlines a smile, the backhand holds that difference into the mud of the willow knife, 360 degrees is a turn, and then a knife fiercely cut down.

    "Click..." but in a moment, there was a crack on the dry and caked bottom of the river, a crack running through the whole stream.

    It''s like someone cut the whole stream in two with a knife out of thin air.

    "One hundred and thirty miles to the southwest is a good place for geomantic omen. You can move there." Yunmo takes out the willow knife and pats the bottom of the river.

    A gust of wind immediately appeared between the fingers of yunmo, and the hand wrapped around yunmo turned a circle, and then Hula went towards the distance.

    When Xu Fan and Feng Ya saw this, their faces were stiff. Is it so simple to break the dragon''s pulse and point Fengshui? Is that right? Is that right?

    This Chu yunmo is not human.

    To find a foothold for this little spirit pulse, yunmo claps the soil in his hands. The dried up soil at the bottom of the river splits a hole, and a blue soul flame slowly flies out of it.

    Cloud Mo grasped the flame of the half soul and the half soul in his hand, then grasped the execution that followed all the time, and slapped it on the head of the execution.