Chapter 152: End of text

Chapter 152: End of text

When Tan Tianshi fell to the ground, he seemed to hear the sound of blood flowing out of his eyes.

That fearful but powerless feeling reminded him of what happened in Wang Xiangzhen a few months ago. At that time he was lying on the bed too, unable to move or talk, the whole world was very noisy, but he could only lie on the bed quietly.

"Crack, crack."

It was the sound of the hands of the wall clock moving. The intense pain did not make him lose his mind, but made him sober horribly.

He knew he was going to die.

At the moment when the curse failed, his fate was doomed.

When he was young, he was lonely and helpless. He was taken abroad by his adoptive father, and lived a life of worry-free and respectable life. Only at that time did he realize that the Tan family had been like that. Unwilling to reconcile, the adoptive father always emphasized to him that the glory of the Tan family was destroyed in the hands of the new Chinese government, and he wanted him to avenge the Tan family.

Twenty years ago, the adoptive father died because of the defeat of the formation. He did not expect that he would embark on the same path as the adoptive father.

It seems that death is not so terrible. He has lived for the Tan family all his life, until the moment he fell, he can finally relax.

He seemed to have seen him again when he was a child, standing at the gate of an orphanage that was not too spacious. The dean, dressed in a blue cloth, squatted in front of him, and handed him a piece of white dog candies.

The toffee was fragrant and sweet. He squeezed his hands and couldn't bear to eat it. After getting in the car, the adoptive father threw away the toffee that he was about to melt.

"As the future heir of the Tan family, you have a lot of good things to enjoy."

From then on, he dressed well, ate exquisite food, and even a bunch of people gathered around him to take care of him.

The time in the orphanage has lost its color in his mind, but those memories have become alive again.

That piece of toffee, and the white lettering printed on the chest of the grandma's blue cloth.

China Apple Welfare Institute.

The dean's grandmother said that they are all the sweetest and most cherished apples of China in the future, not the abandoned children.

The palm of the dean's grandma on his head is warm, and her smile is gentle.

Although Hua Xia was not wealthy at that time, he did not suffer from hunger or cold in his memory, but he did not have luxurious clothes and luxurious snacks to enjoy.

China...

China...

He licked the dry corners of his mouth and seemed to taste the taste of white dog candies.

I really want to taste the taste of that candy, it must be very fragrant and sweet.

The world is quiet, quiet in the dark.

"God!" A person guarding the door found that something was wrong in the room, and hurriedly called out to his companion: "There is something wrong with Tianshi Tan!"

The man who had just thrown up from the bathroom endured the nausea in his stomach, walked in front of Tianshi Tan, probed the pulse and snorting between his neck, and stood up straight and said, "Dead."

"What, what about this?" The companion looked at the miserable situation in the room, and felt that this room was extremely infiltrating.

"What else?" The man in black no longer looked at the corpse on the ground, strode out of the house, lit a cigar, and took a few puffs before saying: "Clean up the house."

"The body of Tianshi Tan..."

"What's the use of human beings?" The man let out a puff of smoke, "It was cremated and buried."

He glanced at the blood stains on the soles of his feet and rubbed it on the sofa in disgust: "The shelf is placed so high, the result is not useless waste, it is a waste of time."

He didn't see it, but wisps of black air rushed into the soles of his feet, and his forehead became dull.

"Master Qi..."

After the formation disappeared a little bit in the dark night, Xiang Qiang and others looked at Qi Yan in awe and anxiety, "Just...what happened?"

"Nothing, just did a little trivial thing." Qi Yan waved his hand and returned to his usual smile, but after tonight, no one dared to look down upon him, even Lu, whose mouth is harder than a diamond. The gangs all looked like lingering fears.

He has owed so many times in front of Qi Yan, Qi Yan has never taken care of him. I don't know if the other party has a broad mind or his fate. Anyway, starting from today, he dare not owe in front of Qi Yan.

Seeing that Lu Gang didn't say a word, Qi Yan joked, "I feel sorry for your magical weapons."

Lu Gang sneered at each other: "Yes, when will you pay me for these magical instruments?"

After saying this, he reluctantly shrugged his shoulders and looked at Qi Yan like this, he couldn't help but want to **** him, this kind of impulse couldn't help at all.

Master Pei smiled and said: "Master Qi is polite, the magical instruments are all external objects, as long as you are okay."

Qi Yan didn't focus on the topic of magic weapons anymore, thinking about finding an opportunity to compensate the two of them.

Others treat each other sincerely, and he can't take these as normal. The way to get along is to get along with each other.

"It's ten o'clock," Qi Yan glanced at the time, "It's time to get ready."

This mountain is very close to the very famous Fangwai Mountain. It is a real hidden dragon vein, but because this mountain is really inconspicuous, it has neither special scenery nor ore worthy of excavation. Even the soil is not particularly fertile, but the vegetation is Looks exceptionally good. No one knows that the dragon head is hidden under this mountain, so it has been very safe for so many years, and even foreign forces have no use to discover.

Qi Yan could know whether this was the head of a main dragon vein in Central China, or because the master asked him to carry a tattered book.

At that time, the master said that this was a treasure that was not passed down to the outside world, but since the master once used it to put it on the table, he didn't believe it anymore. Whose treasure will be used to bolster the table, is it worthy of the word "treasure"?

Take the stone from the mountain and place a formation that fits the nature of the heavens and the earth, so that you can more borrow the power of the dragon veins.

The stones are all prepared. Qi Yan asked the people of the special team to place the stones at the positions he designated, and then used his jade pen to draw a strange pattern on each stone, because there is no cinnabar, and there is no light and shadow effect. No one knows what he painted.

But Master Pei saw him draw with his own eyes. This is not like a talisman seal, but more like a very ancient totem. God prays for them to find more food.

Ancient and complicated, but also can make people feel the solemn totem.

It is not so much the worship of God as it is the worship of nature.

At that time, human beings were grateful for the food that nature gave them. Because of nature, they could pick fruits, hunt, and continue to survive.

When mankind invented more and more tools, learned to plant and breed, this ancient ritual decreased. Now, everyone can only see relevant introductions in some archaeological materials. Those ancient totems have long lost their meaning, and no one can understand what they mean.

Qi Yan painted very seriously, even more serious than when he painted the array just now. He made every stroke very carefully. Before the stone was finished, fine sweat came out of his forehead.

Until the last stone was drawn, he walked to the middle of the stone formation and spent a repeated totem, and then said to Xiang Qiang who was standing outside the formation: "When is it?"

"Eleven thirty-eight minutes and thirty-two seconds."

"It's almost time."

Qi Yan looked at Lu Gang and Master Pei, "Two, left and right directions, it's up to you."

Master Pei and Lu Gang nodded silently. In fact, they are just protectors. It is not them who really need to contribute, but Qi Yan.

The three sat down cross-legged and began to recite the scriptures softly.

Xiang Qiang looked at Qi Yan's Dao Robe, and found a place to sit cross-legged.

The audience was silent for a while. Everyone knew that this was a matter of national importance, and no one dared to be careless.

Related departments also sat quietly in front of the computer, watching the video images from five places. There were more than 20 people sitting in the entire hall, but there was no sound at all. All they saw was a picture divided into five small grids on the big screen, waiting for a miracle to happen.

In the Eastern Mountains, Lao Li wears a weird-looking earth-colored robe with a mountain map embroidered on it. He is a monk or not a monk. It looks strange, but no one is laughing at his clothes at the moment, but Watching his mouth and gestures intently.

"Today Hao Tuxun is the 17th generation disciple of Mumenmen..."

In the Western Mountains, Hao Meili wears a red Han robe and a bright red wipe on her forehead. Although she is no longer young, the beauty of this kind of dust can ignore age and time. This is from the bones. s things.

"Today's 21st generation disciple of Hongyimen..."

In the southern mountains, Lao Wang bit his finger, drew a wave pattern on his face, and slowly closed his eyes.

"The eleventh generation of disciples of today's Shuibomen...\"

In the northern mountains, the aunt who likes to wear a sweater is wearing a green long-distance runner, wearing a double-branched crown, pinching a strange finger with both hands, and saluting the earth.

"The ninth generation disciple of Jinxun Mumen..."

On the TV, the festively dressed host boarded the big stage amidst a burst of joyous background music.

"Dear audience friends, there are still five minutes to go before the Year of the Dog. We once again wish the audience at the scene and in front of the TV a happy family, happiness, good health, and all the best."

"I wonder if you have any new wishes for the New Year?"

"Now let us hold the hand of the family around us, say a word of blessing to them, and then let us look forward to the coming of the new year."

"Our host has a couplet here that I want to dedicate to all the audience friends in China. In the last two minutes, let us read this couplet."

"Min'an Guotai welcomes the prosperous age!"

"Songsong the Chinese New Year!"

"Audience friends, let me count down together and cheer for the New Year!"

"Nineteen, eight, seven, six..."

"five four three two one!"

"Happy New Year!"

Bang!

The Chinese fireworks in Kyushu are in full bloom, so beautiful, so dazzling, so beautiful that people forget all their worries and just cheer for this moment.

At the same time, certain five mountains in China glowed as bright as daylight, which was intertwined with gorgeous fireworks, and then scattered on this beautiful land. So conspicuous, and so insignificant.

No one cares about these few lights. They are busy saying blessings to their lovers and friends. They are busy talking online about how boring the Spring Festival Gala will be, complaining about how noisy the firecrackers are, teasing each other, and spending this seemingly joyful New Year's Eve that is not much different from previous years.

"It's done."

Qi Yan looked at the light in the sky, showing a bright and silly smile, and then fell to the ground in the cheers of Xiang Qiang and others.

In the lobby of the special department, more than twenty men and women looked at the pictures on the big screen and couldn't help crying anymore.

It's done! It really became!

This is Huaxia’s most beautiful New Year gift, even though Huaxia people don’t know anything about the gift they received.

After early morning, a netizen posted a Weibo.

I'm really not a panda: Just now my back mountain radiated a mysterious light. Did you say that some great immortal crossing disaster succeeded?

This Weibo attracted amusement from netizens, and many people even compiled stories about how monsters celebrate the New Year.

As a result, this Weibo became popular on the joyous New Year's Eve.

There was an inconspicuous reply under this Weibo, but no one liked it, so it didn't attract anyone's attention.

I’m the beautiful Nana: Maybe it’s not the Great Immortal Crossing Tribulation, but a **** who gave us a mysterious gift to China.

Qi Yan found himself dreaming again.

He was still ten years old. He was lying on the table and drawing the talisman seal. The master was sitting on the shabby rocking chair beside him, holding the teapot and drinking.

"Master, can I make a lot of money by studying these? I will take you to big cities and live in beautiful houses."

"Hey, do you have such a big wish at such a young age?" The master's rocking chair made a creaking sound, but the smile on his face was very bright, "Okay, when you make a lot of money, you will save the best house. Live for me."

"Yeah." Little Qi Yan nodded solemnly.

The master got up and walked in front of him, gently stroking his forehead: "My child, although I am a man of Tianyi, you must do what you want, but there is one sentence you can't forget."

"what?"

He looked up at the master, the master's expression was rare and solemn.

"Tianyimen people can never betray their faith and help the gang to abuse them."

"Do you mean to make me cherish the common people?"

"Hahaha, what kind of life do you have in your heart?" The broad palm was bald on the top of his head.

"But I beg you to obey your life, or you will be extremely calm."

Qi Yan opened his eyes and saw Cen Baihe and Tao Yiru sitting beside his bed.

"Money money!" Tao Yiru and Cen Baihe showed surprise expressions together.

Qi Yan held the hands of the two and curled his eyes with a smile.

He will obey in his life.

The author has something to say: I couldn't find the feeling for this chapter at first, and then I finished it in a one-time session at night, and the end of the text is here. This is the ending I imagined.

There are more than a dozen extras, some show affection, some of the text I want to write before, but everyone wants to see a few short stories that I deleted from the main line when the two fell in love.

Thank you all for your support along the way. I hope everyone has a Bohe brand purple body protector and loves none of you.