Strongest Guard

Carrying the female corpse on his back, Lee Nanfang walked to the house on the western side of Xiliang Village with familiarity.    

    

Back then, he had intimate contact with Yang Guanguan here for a long time.    

    

Although, Yang Guanguan was disguised as Zhan Hsingshen in the evening, but that didn't stop Boss Lee from recalling those beautiful memories.    

    

In the future, if he could really subdue Yang Xiao …    

    

In the day, hugging two identical beauties left and right was practically the life of a god.    

    

You know, twin beauties are the dream of all men.    

    

By mistake, if Lee Nanfang was able to savor the fake twins Yang Guanguan and Zhan Hsingshen, it would not be a wasted life.    

    

Of course, this sort of thing was just a fantasy.    

    

According to King Xuanyuan's temper, whether he would give Lee Nanfang the opportunity to enjoy the blessings of the Qi people was still up for grabs.    

    

He then placed the female corpse on the bed.    

    

A large amount of mud fell down.    

    

It didn't matter if the bed was dirty.    

    

However, he absolutely could not let the soil that sealed the female corpse's nose and mouth to loosen up.    

    

On the way here, the Head Elder had specifically instructed him to seal the mouth and nose of the female corpse tightly and prevent the air from flowing in.    

    

If he could, he could even make a cement hood to cover the entire head of the dead woman.    

    

In short, without the Great Elder watching over him, if there were to be another fake corpse, even if Lee Nanfang had 9 lives, it still wouldn't be enough to fill the gap between the teeth of this Corpse Transformation Woman.    

    

Lee Nanfang was very unhappy with this.    

    

Even if the woman in front of him was still alive, she wouldn't be able to do anything to him, Boss Lee.    

    

What's there to be afraid of when people are dead?    

    

Besides, I'm so handsome.    

    

Even if the ghost girl saw him, she would still be mesmerized. No matter how bloodthirsty the corpse girl was, she would definitely not do anything dangerous to the domineering and incomparably handsome Boss Lee.    

    

Therefore, Lee Nanfang took it for granted and caught a handful of dirt on the way.    

    

He looked at the female corpse's nose and mouth. He once again filled in any loose parts.    

    

Just don't give a female corpse a chance to fall in love with brother.    

    

Was it wrong to think so?    

    

Of course.    

    

It was a pity that such a beautiful face had been painted with dirt and lost its original beauty.    

    

This woman must have charmed quite a few men when she was alive.    

    

It wasn't just her appearance that was dignified, but also her figure.    

    

It had curves in the right places, front big and back round, and there wasn't even the slightest bit of fat on the belly.    

    

Wait, wait!    

    

How can there be no fat on the belly?    

    

Lee Nanfang was so shocked that he took two steps back and rubbed his eyes. He couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.    

    

He clearly remembered that when he had first emerged from the ground, he laid the female corpse down and saw her stomach bulging. It was obvious that she was still in her sixties.    

    

How much time had passed and the child was gone?    

    

Heaven as witness.    

    

He definitely did not have any dirty thoughts at this moment. He just wanted to know what had happened.    

    

He walked back to the bed and opened the corpse's pants.    

    

A faint smell of blood assaulted his nose.    

    

The legs of the dead woman's pants were covered with mud, making it impossible to tell that there was anything wrong with it. However, the inside of her pants was already soaked with blood.    

    

Further in --    

    

Lee Nanfang did not dare to continue watching.    

    

He quickly pulled the blanket over the woman's body and took a few steps back to the side of the door. He took two deep breaths to suppress the panic in his heart.    

    

When he thought about the possibility of seeing the corpse of a dead child if he continued to look, his scalp went numb.    

    

There was nothing for it. As a person, there was always something to fear.    

    

Lee Nanfang had killed countless people, but he could never bear to see a young life die.    

    

Perhaps it had something to do with his own growth.    

    

After all, he remembered from a movie playback where he had nearly died in the mud when he was a baby.    

    

Forget it.    

    

What Yang Xiao wanted to do to the female corpse was her business, Lee Nanfang didn't care.    

    

He only needed to know the woman's identity, figure out her cause of death, and help her fulfill her wish.    

    

Thinking of this, he turned around and walked out of the room.    

    

He stood in the courtyard and breathed in the fresh air. Finally, he managed to calm his heart down.    

    

Putting aside the question of the female corpse, he would naturally remember the item that he had brought out from the thousand year old ancient tomb.    

    

He stepped into the other bedroom, closed the door, and turned on the light.    

    

Lee Nanfang pricked up his ears and listened carefully. After he confirmed that no one wanted to get near him, he reached his hand into his pocket.    

    

In the ancient tomb, in the dark, he could only feel that the small wooden box was holding something, a scroll.    

    

He took it out and placed it in front of his eyes. A white sackcloth bag entered his sight.    

    

The cloth bag looked coarse, and the first thing that slipped out of the tightly tied opening was a yellowed piece of paper with black and yellow words written on it.    

    

Lee Nanfang carefully picked up the piece of paper and carefully looked at it.    

    

It turned out to be a letter, written in calligraphy, written in ancient style.    

    

"In the autumn of 1912, all the heroes of Wagang passed away, and General Jing stayed at home to protect himself.    

    

His Majesty was in a hurry to cover up what had happened that year.    

    

He knew that he had broken through too much, and that he would soon die, so his descendants would definitely suffer.    

    

So he left behind all the books he had learned throughout his life, the Five Elements Metaphor Book and the Third Appearance Method, one for General Jing and the other for Yuan's descendants.    

    

Chang'an, a tomb.    

    

He hid himself in the Hidden Dragon Mountain.    

    

Lying between the foreheads of the white tiger, to protect the future generations of children who were well-fed, that was all.    

    

However, there was one thing that had to be said.    

    

Hidden Dragon in the sky, the most auspicious place, the gift of Li Tang, just for peace in the world.    

    

If the Li and Tang dynasties lost their virginity in the future, the world would be in chaos. There were also places where dragons and phoenixes appeared, which could control the luck of the Hidden Dragons in the heavens.    

    

This place is recorded in the Third Phase Law.    

    

If the later generation descendants of the Yuan clan were bewitched, then it would be impossible to defeat Long Chenxiang.    

    

There is also the world's most noble Feng Shui Treasures, Dragonpulse, can protect the world's prosperity.    

    

Everyone knew about Karakorum, but no one knew about the two parts of Dragonpulse.    

    

Yang Long Chengtian, Yin Dragon carrying the earth.    

    

He did not dare to spy on the Dragonpulse, and only left a chant for the future generations.    

    

Whoever obtains this art must prioritize the world, or else they will be killed by cultivation for the rest of their lives. Thousands of arrows will pierce the heart and the corpse will die, never to be reincarnated.    

    

The mantra: 'One Jade and One Ruyi, Xuan Yuan shall accompany the Emperor, the Dragon shall have the True Nine Sons, and the Yin and Yang shall coalesce to matter.'    

    

Remember, remember.    

    

"Yuen Tiangaang."    

    

Lee Nanfang had to put in a lot of effort in order to barely recognize the contents written on the ancient words note. When he saw the final signature, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his fingertip.    

    

It was as if something had stabbed deeply into his finger, causing him to panic as he threw away the yellow paper in his hand.    

    

A dark green mark flashed on the tip of his finger.    

    

As for the yellow paper that he had thrown away, it suddenly caught fire in mid-air. By the time it landed, it had already turned into ashes.    

    

It was a strange thing to do every year, especially this year.    

    

It was Lee Nanfang's first time seeing something suddenly ignite on its own and ignite into flames. However, it only burned itself and didn't affect anything in the surroundings.    

    

He waited for him to exhale.    

    

The piece of paper on the floor was instantly torn into pieces and scattered into endless ashes, disappearing without a trace.    

    

Who the f * ck are you trying to reason with?    

    

Looking at the empty ground, Lee Nanfang was stunned for a long time before he finally regained his ability to think.    

    

If that letter didn't have the final signature, it would only be treated as a joke and laughed off. It was the name "Yuen Tiangaang" that made him unable to smile at all.    

    

Yuen Tiangaang, the first master of feng shui technique at the beginning of the Tang Dynasty. He had heard countless rumors about him in his life.    

    

Some people said that he was from the Heavenly Dipper Realm and from the Star of Wisdom. He had once seen Wu Zetian in his infancy before.    

    

At that time, Wu Zetian was carried out by the wet nurse and wrapped in boy's clothing.    

    

Yuen Tiangaang only took a glance before saying, "Dragon eyes and phoenix neck is extremely expensive. "If you are a girl, consider yourself the Son of Heaven."    

    

It was precisely this phrase "if you are a woman, consider yourself the Son of Heaven" that completely solidified Yuen Tiangaang's position within the Profound Sect.    

    

In ancient times, who would dare say that a woman could become an emperor?    

    

Since Yuen Tiangaang said so, what he said was answered by the truth.    

    

Such a divine person had actually been buried in a small place like Xiliang Village, and even left behind a will to warn future generations.    

    

What do you mean?    

    

Lee Nanfang thought back carefully, he really couldn't understand the first part.    

    

All he knew was that when Yuen Tiangaang was still alive, Lao'er of the Tang clan had set out to eliminate many of the founders of the Great Tang Dynasty in order to conceal some unspeakable secrets.    

    

When Yuen Tiangaang saw this, he lamented and found a way out for himself.    

    

Leaving behind the memorial grave, he ran over to Xiliang Village and buried himself here.    

    

Long Fengxiang could control the Hidden Dragon in the Sky.    

    

And then there was the Supreme Wind Water Treasure Dragonpulse.    

    

This was all recorded in the《 Third Phase》 book, so his descendants didn't know where they had gone to.    

    

Lee Nanfang was still confused when he saw this.    

    

It was only when the latter half of the story mentioned "Dragonpulse", the world's most precious land of feng shui, that he could finally understand it.    

    

Yuen Tiangaang was clearly talking about the difference between Yang and Yin Dragonpulse, and seemed to have left a chant.    

    

Then what is the chant used for?    

    

Are you going to help me find the Yin Dragonpulse?    

    

Thinking of this, Lee Nanfang couldn't help but shiver.    

    

Before meeting Shen Qingwu today, he probably wouldn't pay too much attention to the three words "Yin Dragonpulse".    

    

However, Shen Qingwu had told him everything about the Dragonpulse from the Shule Ancient City to Lin Kangbai, and only then did he know how important that thing was.    

    

However, until now, no one could be sure where the Yin Dragonpulse were.    

    

The only thing he could do was to find out where Lin Kangbai's broken legs were buried.    

    

But from the looks of it, even Young Master Lin did not know where the real Dragonpulse were.    

    

Even Yuen Tiangaang, the number one Feng Shui master in the history, did not dare to pry anymore. Did you dare to say that a popinjay young master could pry?    

    

Even if he found some clues in the Shule Ancient City, they wouldn't be recorded in such detail like the will Lee Nanfang obtained.    

    

Unless --    

    

It was Lin Kangbai who had obtained the《 Third Phase Method》 and learned some of the secrets of feng shui. He also knew where to find the key to the location of the Dragonpulse.    

    

This was Yuen Tiangaang's will.    

    

That's why Young Master Lin got someone to bring his legs here and bury them.    

    

But why did he choose this place?    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't know that around Xiliang Mountain was the "Hidden Dragon in the Sky" mentioned in the will, which was why he was stuck in this state of mind.    

    

He really couldn't understand, so he was too lazy to continue thinking about such things.    

    

In any case, the matter of him not wanting to be the emperor and fighting over the Yin Dragonpulse had nothing to do with him.    

    

The most important thing to be concerned about was what kind of treasure Great Master Jack had left for him.    

    

His gaze once again fell on the white cloth bag, and he quickly removed the outer packaging, revealing a pair of exquisite silk scrolls in front of his eyes.    

    

Lee Nanfang was shocked once again as he slowly opened the scroll.    

    

Isn't this my family heirloom?