Reborn in the 1980s: A scientific research leader cultivates the land to serve the motherland

Chapter 332 Dies at 140 Eight Years Old

140 eight years old.

An Ning didn't interrupt Mr. Feng Shui again. Inside the low courtyard wall, accompanied by the faint whimpering wind, Mr. Feng Shui told his story.

"In my whole life, I have experienced prosperity, depression, battle, and guilt."

"When I was young and vigorous, I relied on my own ability to do something that I regret for the rest of my life."

Mr. Feng Shui let out a long sigh and looked into the distance.

"In this village, because I lost my temper after drinking and leaked important information, all the villagers were killed overnight, all because of me."

"Those who knew died gradually, leaving me alone, staying here all the time, it's a redemption."

Although Mr. Feng Shui didn't say it very carefully, he used his own experience to give An Ning a warning.

"An Ning, people don't have to ask where they are, they just need to know where they are going. You have done a good job and have always been good. If you keep going firmly, everything will be fine."

Mr. Feng Shui got up and followed quietly.

"You take all the books in my room."

"This one...you remember to dig it out, it's my reward for recruiting you as an apprentice."

Mr. Feng Shui handed An Ning a scroll, and An Ning accepted it, the two of them tacitly agreed.

"Come over tomorrow morning. After collecting the things, please cremate my body and bury my ashes in this place."

Mr. Feng Shui pointed to a piece of paper on the table with a detailed address on it.

Going west for a kilometer, Shuanglong Cave, facing south and going down two meters and three inches.

An Ning stared at the directions and requirements on the urn, she raised her head in disbelief, and looked at Mr. Feng Shui.

"You want to use your own ashes to make a Feng Shui array?"

"I know I can't hide it from you."

Mr. Feng Shui said indifferently: "I owe people here, and I can only repay it to people in the future."

An Ning looked at Mr. with pleading eyes, and finally nodded slowly.

"I will do well."

"Thank you."

The two of them seemed to have finished talking, and An Ning was escorted out by Mr. Feng Shui. At the door, An Ning turned his back to Mr. and asked, "You never told me your name."

"Liu Shouan."

"Guardian?"

An Ning turned around, with seeking eyes, Mr. Liu nodded affirmatively and said: "I am old and not talented. I used to be the feng shui master who has been guarded by the ancestors of the An family for generations."

As soon as Mr. Feng Shui said this, An Ning suddenly smiled and saluted Mr. Feng Shui.

"It's Mr. Abrupt Junior."

"Forgetting the friendship of the year, how can we talk about false etiquette?"

After receiving An Ning's worship, Mr. Liu helped An Ning up with his peers, and pointed out the way to her.

"The road is wide, the sky is wide, go."

An Ning left.

She wants to stay, but she knows that her husband should have something he wants to do and needs to be alone.

She couldn't bear to bother.

An Ning returned to An's house, her expression didn't change much, but her words were a little less, and everyone didn't pay much attention.

In the evening, An Ning went back to her room to rest very early.

Just after midnight, she sat up, got dressed, and quietly walked out of An's house.

In less than an hour, An Ning arrived at Mr.'s door, did not go in, but just waited quietly.

Inside the room, the gentleman who was meditating on the kang looked out of the window with his eyes closed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

God sent a person from outside the sky, so that he would not have to suffer from the five disadvantages and three disadvantages in his later years.

Satisfied.

He is really content.

The gentleman did not greet An Ning, but slowly closed his eyes.

The tranquility at the door and spiritual power gradually enveloped the entire small courtyard.

She saw Mr.'s eyes opening and smiling, and the silent thank you, let An Ning know that Mr. knew she was coming.

In the early morning, the door of the courtyard opened.

The gentleman wearing a robe embroidered with unknown patterns came out of the house, walked to the door, and said to An Ning, "Come with me?"

"My pleasure."

An Ning followed behind her husband, and the two of them were approaching. If someone saw it in the middle of the night, they would definitely think that they had encountered a ghost, or a ghost that could fly without feet.

The two arrived at the mountain very quickly, and it was also the burial place that the husband had found for himself.

An Ning took a few steps back, leaving Mr. alone in front.

The gentleman has a compass in his left hand and a cloth bag in his right hand.

Regularly, with a specific pace, every time he finds a place, he personally buries a magic weapon in the cloth bag.

Gradually, An Ning saw an invisible net in midair.

This net is not real, but it is real.

Although invisible, it actually changed the aura here, or the magnetic field.

A certain magnetic field has a huge impact on people. What Meng Mu moved three times changed is also the environment, and the magnetic field can also be said to be the environment.

And Mr. is using his vitality to change the magnetic field of this land boundary and help the future generations of the whole village.

Although An Ning is not from the mountain gate, her spiritual power makes her sensitive and accurate to all mysterious forces.

Every time Mr. takes a step, the vitality disappears a little bit.

He said his time was coming, rather he let his time come.

This time is the time he chose for himself, not God's arrangement.

For a moment, An Ning wanted to stop it.

But she stopped again.

The entire interstellar world has spent hundreds of years of preparation for the inheritance of seeds. If someone stops her, she will not be grateful, only angry.

The same is true for the gentleman in front. This hour, this time, and this location are all carefully calculated by him.

She can't be destroyed, this is what he wishes and thinks all his life.

Time gradually passed, and after the last magic weapon in the cloth bag was buried by the husband, the original black hair of the husband had already turned white.

The man who looked like he was only in his forties, now his face was wrinkled, and he could no longer see his original appearance.

When the husband turned around to look at An Ning, his eyes were satisfied, as it should be, and he was done with the world, without worries.

"Let's go back, there's still time for a pot of tea."

An Ning stepped forward, held her husband's arm, and said flatteringly: "Then I have to drink the tea from the bottom of your box, I won't drink the bad one."

"Hahahaha, okay, okay, you, I don't know how long you have been brewing this tea."

"It's been a long time."

"Hahahahaha!"

An old man and a young man walked down the mountain and returned to the small courtyard and the stone table.

An Ning boiled water, got the tea leaves that her husband had cherished for a long time, made tea, and walked to the yard with the teacup.

"This tea is really fragrant, if I knew it, I would have——"

Holding the teacup, An Ning said in a low voice, "If we had known, we would have drank it earlier."

"I'm so anxious. Can't you wait for me for a while?"

An Ning put the teacup on the table and pushed it to the gentleman opposite, but the husband never responded.

She sat for an indeterminate amount of time, and finally picked up the teacup and drank it in small sips.

"It's weird, it's a bit bitter."

A drop of tear flowed down the corner of An Ning's eye and hit the water teacup, causing small ripples.

(End of this chapter)