Come out of the principal's office.

Qin Fan went out of school directly.

All the way back to the parking lot in the urban village and drive the Bentley out.

Open the navigation fixed-point Horseshoe Ridge, Gaozhou Prefecture.

Run away.

Meanwhile.

Jiangzhou Wealthy District.

in a mansion.

A middle-aged man nervously follows a man in a brown robe and holding a compass.

"Master Yi, what is the problem, is there an answer?" the middle-aged man said worriedly.

"Now it's not only a matter of dissipating wealth, but also nourishing the bad spirit!" Yi Tianji said with a frown.

Lost in wealth?

Nourishing by bad luck?

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face changed suddenly.

Swallowing his throat in a panic, he said, "Master Yi, can I choose to move out of here?"

"No! The foundation of this Yang Mansion and the entry into the house are all based on the birth date of your whole family! It has the most direct relationship with your whole family! To put it simply, if you don't solve this problem thoroughly, you will not only face bankruptcy and poverty, but also the whole family will be haunted by bad luck until the family is ruined!"

Yi Tianji said with a solemn expression.

Bang dang--

The middle-aged man hears this.

His legs went limp, and he staggered and kicked the flower pot.

His face was as pale as paper in an instant.

"Master Yi, help me, help me, as long as you can help me solve this problem, I am willing to pay any amount!"

The middle-aged man grabbed Yi Tianji's hand and said in a trembling voice.

"It's not difficult to solve this problem, but there is only one way to go!, that is, to plant the psychic grass all over the back garden, that is enough to completely suppress the bad spirit, and the wealth will be slowly re-cultivated in the aura of the psychic grass!" Yi Tianji said.

"Where is the psychic grass? How can I find the psychic grass, Master Yi, please help me no matter what!" said the middle-aged man.

"Gaozhou Mansion, Horseshoe Ridge, I only found out when I went to explore the Fan Ghost Bureau last month!" Yi Tianji said.

"Master Yi, let's go, let's go now, go now!" said the middle-aged man hurriedly who was unwilling to wait for a moment.

"Good!"

Yi Tianji responded.

The two quickly walked out of the mansion.

The middle-aged man drove a top-of-the-line seven-series BMW, carrying Yi Tianji, stepping on the accelerator and flying at high speed!

If Qin Fan is here, he will definitely not be unfamiliar with the license plate!

It's like the license plate number he saw at the door of his home for the first time when he returned from rebirth!

Monday Airlines' car!

And that middle-aged man is exactly Zhou Hang!

Because of the effect of Qin Fan's butterfly flapping its wings.

He doesn't have to wait for Zhou Xueman's fiancé to clean up in the future, Ye Jizu's actions in the past few days have tortured him enough!

Sadly, until now he didn't even know who was secretly targeting him!

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300 kilometers away.

Under Qin Fan's rapid gallop.

In less than three hours, they arrived at the jurisdiction of Gaozhou Prefecture.

It took another hour on the congested road to reach Horseshoe Ridge.

As soon as I got out of the car.

The consciousness is released.

Of course, this is still at the foot of the ridge.

But the rich aura induction still surged over.

Endure the excitement of your heart.

Qin Fan walked briskly towards the top of the Horseshoe Ridge.

Along the way, you can see a lineup of feng shui masters wearing robes and full of style!

Even the passers-by who came and went in a hurry uttered a series of Feng Shui terms.

But for these, Qin Fan was not interested.

All the way, he hurried along the way in pursuit of the breath of the Gathering Spirit Grass.

More than ten minutes later.

Footsteps paused.

What appeared in front of him was patches of Gathering Spirit Grass that looked a little weird and had a dark green body!

The rich aura invaded all of Qin Fan's perceptions in an instant!

Looking at such a large number of Gathering Spirit Grass.

The corners of his eyes and mouth trembled uncontrollably!

It's exciting!

Once all the aura essences of these spirit gathering grasses have been absorbed, it will definitely be no problem to completely consolidate the initial stage of qi refining!

In the excitement, Qin Fan still retained a little bit of reason.

He looked up and looked around.

Although the sun is beginning to set.

There are still many feng shui masters and feng shui enthusiasts and local villagers on the mountain.

This state is not suitable for formation cultivation at all!

Not to mention those Feng Shui masters who are a bit of a Taoist will find something unusual.

In case someone disturbs it, it is not a good thing for the formation cultivation.

What Qin Fan needed was an absolutely quiet environment.

At the moment, it is clearly not suitable!

"That's it, don't rush for a while, let's wait until later!"

He smiled bitterly and muttered to himself.

Qin Fan took out the yellow rune paper he had prepared on his body.

Raise your right index finger and bring it to your mouth and bite it gently.

Wait until the finger blood comes out.

The true qi in the dantian worked.

Towards the bite of the index finger poured out.

Right now.

Qin Fan slammed his fingers as a pen.

Blood as ink.

Concentrate and quickly scratch off the yellow rune paper!

Swish---

At the moment when the finger stopped.

The yellow rune paper immediately burst into a burst of golden light.

In the light of the setting sun, it looks sacred!

It's also a shame that no one is watching, otherwise this picture may have to set off some kind of turmoil.

Fu Zheng Cheng.

Qin Fan raised his finger and put it to his lips.

Suddenly, the cut in the index finger healed invisibly.

The true qi flowing on his body also returned to the dantian.

Holding the golden talisman, Qin Fan did not hesitate.

It was thrown directly to the center of the Gathering Spirit Grass Field.

At the moment when the talisman fell into the Gathering Spirit Grass Field.

The talisman eerily vanished.

It turned into a faint golden mang, and shrouded it towards the Gathering Spirit Grass Field.

Silently.

No one could have imagined that this meadow field had become a forbidden place that could not be set foot in!

Don't talk about plucking.

Even stepping into the past will be like a ghost hitting a wall, walking around and returning to the same place.

After solving the worries.

Qin Fan didn't linger any longer.

He walked towards the people who were scattered or gathered together not far away.

"Master, it is said that as long as the real cave can be found in this ghost game, it is the feng shui fortune of the ninth and tenth generations of kings, is this really not a legend?" Several admiring young people gathered around a feng shui master with a compass and asked curiously.

"It's not a legend! The ghost bureau of Horseshoe Ridge has been around since the Lai Buyi period, but it is a pity that it has not been really pointed out of the hole for so many years, if this cave is buried in the ancestors, the descendants will definitely be Zhuge Liang and Liu Bowen's generation! Chinese feng shui has been passed down for thousands of years, up to the height of the temple, down to the distance of the people, and it has never been a false empty talk! It's a pity, I have been looking here for three years, and I have not been able to find any clues after all!"

At the end, the master laughed at himself, ignored the young men, and turned to leave.

Looking down at the compass in his hand, he continued to spin around.

Images like this are constantly being played.

Qin Fan released his divine consciousness and performed a series of inductions on those compasses.

I found that none of them were magic weapons.

Thinking of this, he raised his lips and sneered disdainfully.

It's not a compass of a magic weapon, and you want to find out the real cave of this once-in-a-century feng shui situation?

How can it be!

Unless the real opportunity lies.

But once there is a real opportunity, do you need a compass?

Just these people, let alone three years, three hundred years will never be able to find the real cave!

In Qin Fan's disdainful sneer.

Behind him, to the side.

A voice rang out.

"What are you laughing at, what is there to laugh at, can you tell me?"