Wang Dongzhi closed his hair and glanced at the old man with long braids. Although she looked obscurely and only glanced at him, the old man seemed to have caught the moment someone was staring at him. Suddenly, the light in his eyes thrust towards Wang Dongzhi like an arrow from a string. This glance actually made Miss Wang look back and took two steps back. A few drops of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her heart beat wildly several times.

The old man with long braids withdrew his eyes lightly, turned around and returned to the door of the mansion, and then closed the vermilion-red mansion with a "bang".

Wang Dongzhi was stunned. Wang Xuanzhen saw that she was abnormal and asked what was wrong. He also noticed that she seemed nervous. Wang Dongzhi said, "He is warning me and tell me not to move around Changbai Mountain. If you move, you will be troublesome."

Wu Qiao looked at the closed vermilion gate, and her face suddenly sank, and she pointed out incisively: "Yes, he is just a trouble. Yehenara's current Dinghai Shen Needle is an old man, which is so annoying."

"Who is he?" Wang Xuanzhen and Wang Dongzhi inquired.

"His father is Gong Baotian, the legendary master of the inner rank..." Wu Qiao bared her teeth and explained: "Ming Baotian entered the palace in the 23rd year of Guangxu and was awarded the fourth-rank guard with swords. He was the last general manager of the Qing Dynasty. During the Gengzi period, the Eight Kingdoms invaded China. Because of his contribution to protecting the carriage, he was granted a yellow jacket. He rode a horse in the Forbidden City. Cixi and Guangxu were very proud of him. They even commented that Gong Baotian was alone, and even thousands of troops could come and go. Later, after the Qing Dynasty, Gong Baotian was given by Marshal Zhang.

Please leave. It is rumored that even bullets could not hit him ten meters away. This old guy is Gong Changhong, the son of Gong Baotian. His martial arts are naturally derived from his father. In the past, he must have been a general manager of the inner guard in the palace. However, Gong Changhong is not very famous in the world, because he has been guarding the dragon veins on Changbai Mountain with Yehenara since he was eighteen years old. He has never come out of this mountain. He must have planned to die here. I know that Gong Changhong knew his two attacks."

Wang Xuanzhen sighed and said, "Are you shocked the world and cried ghosts?"

"He may have only made two moves in his life. Once, in 1947, Gong Changhong was only in his early twenties. After the Japanese came to the Northeast, they heard that there were descendants of the Qing royal family on Changbai Mountain. They also knew that these descendants of the royal family might be quite rich. So they sent a team of fully armed soldiers to come and plunder them. However, before the troops were even up the mountain, they were at the foot of the mountain. One night, Gong Changhong was touched by the team of more than 200 Japanese soldiers camped. All of them were slaughtered. They didn't even have time to fire a bullet. Almost all of them were slapped on their necks and died."

Wu Qiao swallowed, looked at the silent Wang Xuanzhen and Wang Dongzhi, and said, "The second time was fifteen years ago, an elder from Longhu Mountain died. The elder had come to Changbai Mountain and fell in love with a dragon cave. He felt that he would be blessed with his descendants after he died. So he left a last word saying that he would be buried on Changbai Mountain when he died. At that time, his descendants came... No one knew the specific details. Anyway, it was after Gong Changhong took action that Longhu Mountain had not opened the mountain gate for five years."

After hearing this, Wang Xuanzhen cursed irritably and said that he shouldn't have come. He said that Xiang Que was too damn, and he had to lick his cheeks to bother him. But when he said that he was unwilling to Gui or not, Fatty Wang didn't move his feet back.

Although Wang Xuanzhen is over 40 years old and has all his children and grandchildren, no matter how old a person is, even if he is old, his temperament will not become very outrageous.

Fatty Wang has always been the one who dared to follow Xiang Queheng's sword and was not afraid of being afraid of breaking the sky, even though he was never a combat player.

Wu Qiao glanced at Wang Dongzhi with his eyes slanted, wanting to see if the little girl would give up after hearing what she said, but unexpectedly, Wang Dongzhi only said one sentence.

"Oh, there are so many rumors about masters in the world. If you don't try the depth, how can you know who is higher and lower? If you can reason, just talk. If you can't, just fight. Could it be that you have been traveling thousands of miles and beat him home after farting? Oops, it's so embarrassing..."

Wang Dongzhi felt that since he came, there would definitely be no reason to go back, because there are only twenty-four dragon veins on these 9.6 million kilometers of land. If you retreat this time, you will have to encounter them sooner or later. Why bother to do those two troubles?

After a while, the three of them continued to walk up the road ahead.

Changbai Mountain is already a little cold in this season. The hot dog outside Baishan sticks out his tongue, but the cool breeze blows on the mountain, and the top of the mountain is surrounded by clouds and mist. There is the most famous Tianchi in Changbai Mountain. The other half of Tianchi belongs to Bangzi. Not only does the Qing Dynasty regard this place as a dragon vein, Bangzi also regards this mountain as its own great prosperity, called Baitou Mountain.

On this road, you can still see tourists coming to play. After the three of them walked along the mountain road for more than half an hour, Wang Xuanzhen waved his hand and signaled them not to go up. The real dragon vein cannot be a place where people come and go.

Wang Xuanzhen didn't hold a Feng Shui compass in his hand, so he just held his back with one hand and pinched three fingers with the other. He stood on a huge rock and looked around.

Those who hold a compass in their hands can be called a master. If you pinch the dragon vein with your fingers, they are all the postures of the earth master. Just like Wang Xuanzhen, who was so many years ago, had already taken the posture of a country's Feng Shui Earth Master.

Four or five minutes later, Wang Jingzhe pointed to the south of the north slope and said, "The dragon vein is five miles further up, that is where the dragon raises its head..."

After a moment, the three of them followed the path pointed by Wang Xuanzhen and walked up to a plain little hill. Before they could reach the top of the hill, they saw a lonely figure standing with their hands behind their backs.

The man was wearing a blue dress, and the big braids tied up behind his head moved gently with the wind. He swept over his old face without any emotion.

Gong Changhong came first and waited here.
Chapter completed!