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"This house has no mountains on its back, and it faces the flowing water. The road in front of the house is like a bow, and the bridge is like an arrow." "As soon as the arrow points out the hall, it will bring about a bloody disaster. If the head of the family lives here, not only will he not be able to protect his money, but he will also bring light to the hall with his golden bow."

It was not that the three people of Lu Ming's group did not want to be invited to Miao Jiang, but it was just that on that day, the three of them came to an understanding. No matter what, he was an abandoned disciple of Dragon Tiger Mountain, and even if he were able to return to his sect, he would definitely be mocked even more seriously than before. The literary industry had never been afraid of blatant bullying, but only the gossip behind it was enough to make him furious.

At the very least, he wouldn't have to live a miserable life of poverty that never ended. But what the literary industry didn't know was how Longhu Mountain treated the deserters because they didn't have any previous examples for the literary industry to figure out. If those elders thought that he had insulted the reputation of the sect and didn't give him the chance to admit his mistakes, then what was the difference between staying at Longhu Mountain and living in this world? In this world, at the very least, one did not need to be poked in the back day and night in order to mock and ridicule him.

After paying respects to the three of them, he could be considered to be carefree and at ease. However, every night, he would find it difficult to stay at his dwelling place, and the literary industry would not be like the small Shamei who would knock on the door and get fated later on. He would first use the last of the ink in his stomach to discuss with the people who were about to sleep in his house, making them feel that he truly had the ability to take care of this small path.

This move of his was exceptionally skillful.

This was because every single household in the village had a golden bow that had broken through the Fiend Wind and Water Bureau. However, Wen Ye, who had been strolling around the village, did not sense the slightest bit of Yin Sha and instead saw many children with mental problems or young people with missing hands and feet. This golden bow was unbreakable, but it was also the reason why there were so many handicapped people in the village. This was also the reason why there were so many handicapped people in the village.

However, the villagers in the village, on the other hand, did not even think about inviting the literary industry into their houses. Instead, they muttered to themselves, "A trail full of excrement, with the blessing of the Great Sage Ping Shan, how could there be a problem?"

There was a family who called Wen Ye into their room. Wen Ye was never willing to meddle in other people's business, but seeing the stooped body of the old man, the naive, romantic girl at the age of five, and the woman who limped over the porridge, he immediately felt the same way. He put down his bowl and chopsticks and said: "Teacher, thank you for your love, but there is really a problem here, if you trust me, you can chop off one hundred and twenty-eight bamboo sticks, and stand behind the house with your backs against the mountain of gold!"

Narrowing his eyes, the old man opened his chaotic eyes and only gave a glance before quickly lowering his head. Wen Ye was just about to say something, but was suddenly choked by the old man's expression. That was sorrow, a deep sorrow. Wenye felt that he had said something wrong, so he turned his head to explain something to the woman. Unexpectedly, the woman's tears that were already as big as beans fell down her face, and the five-year-old girl pulled at the woman's clothes, waving her small hand to give her a hug.

"May I ask where the father of the child went?"

The woman hugged the girl and rubbed her eyes, "He died the year before last."

"It's not that I don't want to poke you with pain, it's just that this Feng Shui is not good for you. If it's inconvenient, then I will personally chop the green bamboo tomorrow to help you."

Wen Ye could sense that this young and old man had a very strong sadness, but he did not know what to say. In addition, the two did not have any intention of explaining, so he did not ask for more details and only waited for the day to leave with the green bamboo. After making up his mind, Wen Ye neatly cleaned the food. There were only a few houses in the house, and she was not particular about literature. She laid down in the middle of an unfed cow circle. There was straw covering her body, so she didn't feel cold in the middle of the night.

On the second day, before even the sound of chickens could be heard, Wen Ye crossed the bridge and headed towards the bamboo forest that he had seen yesterday. However, he did not want to be the holy Buddha, but he did not want to see the Feng Shui Bureau crushing the poor family even more. After chopping one hundred and twenty green bamboos, he was already drenched in sweat, as if he had not even noticed the lack of literary knowledge, as if he had done too many things against his will. At this moment, he suddenly did a good thing which made his mood great, even his steps became lighter, and before he had even entered the wooden door, he greeted from afar, "Old man, I've found the thing.

However, unexpectedly, the courtyard was filled with densely-packed villagers, and upon seeing Wen Ye enter, they all turned to look at this outsider. Wen Ye paused for a moment, then smiled and said: "Old mister, I didn't expect that you would have such good connections in the village and have people coming here so early in the morning." He wiped the water stains off his mouth twice and said with a smile, "I've told you that there's a problem with your Feng Shui village, but you don't believe me when I change the Feng Shui of this old man, I can help you with something. However, I need to collect some money, so I can't help you change it for free, right?"

Soon, Wen Ye discovered that something was wrong. This group of villagers were watching his every move without saying a word, but their gazes were filled with hostility. Wen Ye frowned slightly, and after looking carefully, he discovered that the old man was sitting on the doorstep with his hands in his sleeves, smoking a cigarette helplessly. The old woman's eyes were empty, and large tears kept flowing down her face, tightly hugging the innocent little girl. When Wen Ye saw the villagers standing in the courtyard, his whole body suddenly shivered. This was not like coming early, this was clearly like that unfilial son coming to split the wealth. Therefore, he quickly walked over to the old man and asked, "What do you want to do?"

The old mister raised his head. His chaotic eyes were filled with a deathly stillness as he opened his mouth to speak sinisterly, "I have nothing to do with you. Get the hell out of Red Leaf Village!"

Wen Ye's mouth twitched, but he still patiently said: "Are they forcing you to do something you don't want to do? "With me here, it's fine. If they dare to commit murder, I'll go report it to the government."

Suddenly, he felt a chill run through his body, and the eyes of the crowd showed no mercy and pity. The way they looked at him was as if he was looking at a chicken or a pig, and just as Wen Ye was about to open his mouth to call for everyone to retreat, he did not expect that the old teacher behind him would carry a hoe and smash it down on him, causing him to react very quickly, otherwise, he would definitely lose a piece of meat.

Wen Ye shouted in surprise and anger, "What are you doing? I'm busy with you."

The old man raised his hoe and fiercely said, "This is my Red Leaf Village's matter. It has nothing to do with outsiders. Hurry up and scram. If not, I'll get them to throw you out of the Red Leaf Village."

Wen Ye glanced at the people in the courtyard and saw that the angry old man's heart wasn't going well. He smiled coldly and said: "Truly, evil tides come out of the mountains to make trouble for the people. Even a dog biting Lü Dongbin doesn't recognize good intentions.

As he walked towards the door, a few peasants blocked his way, and the angry men of the literary world stopped their attempts to speak humbly. They pushed past the two men of brute force and climbed onto the bridge, cursing as they continued east along the dirt road. Along the way, the more literary industry thought about it, the angrier they got. They sat on the roadside and cursed the family for being cruel and unscrupulous.

After calming his anger down, Wen Ye lay on the dirt road with the dogtail grass in his mouth and thought back to what had happened just now. Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong, thinking about the woman's empty eyes, and his heart suddenly hurt. Even though he did not know where the pain had come from, Wen Ye turned around and looked towards the direction of the village, even though there were numerous mountains blocking his line of sight.

"This young master is truly unlucky." Wen Ye gave a self-deprecating smile as he threw out the Kobold Tail Grass. He then comforted her, "It's his business to be heartless to others. I don't want to go back on my word."

When he thought of the green bamboo that he had already cut, Wen Ye quickly rushed to Red Leaf Village. When the sun was setting, he sneaked into the village. He lightly pushed the wooden door and peeked into the hut to check if there were any lights inside.

The people in the room obviously didn't see Wen Ye, so they just continued talking.

The woman said, "I just went to look for someone, and they won't let me in. "Father, I'll just leave it to me tomorrow. You have to live well by yourself."

Old man: "What a silly thing to say. Tomorrow we'll go together and I won't be able to protect you two. When we reach the netherworld, how will we face the King?"

Wenye knew that the girl they were talking about was that girl, and he was even more confused. Looking at that girl's face, she seemed like she had a long life ahead of her. How could she give up without a reason? Not knowing what was going on, he leaned against the wall and listened.

The woman cried out, "I don't know if this Red Leaf Village offended that holy spirit or not. It has always been a natural disaster. My life has never ended …"

The old man's voice transmitted over. "This is the tradition of Red Leaf Village."

The woman cursed, "What a bullshit tradition! He's a man-eating demon!"

The literary industry was shocked! Pushing the door open and entering, both the old man and the woman jumped in shock, as if they did not expect that the literary industry would turn back again. The old man opened his mouth, but no words came out, and Wen Ye quickly said: "Old man, is there some secret news about this Red Leaf Village?"