Return of the Immortal Emperor: The Villain Empress Becomes Mother-in-Law

But what he didn't expect was that besides the two of them, there were actually two figures walking out from under the opposite tree trunk.

It was a man and a woman from the Langya Wang family who had bid with the sixth uncle at the bidding meeting.

Fatty saw two groups of people coming out, he was stunned for a moment, and then burst into joy: "Oh, it's so lively, are you all here to pay respects to Sixth Uncle's birthday?"

Sixth Uncle leaned on his crutches, turned around, first glanced at Tang Xuan, then at Langya and Wang, smiled slightly and said, "What are you doing?"

The woman in the Langya Wang family said calmly like an iceberg beauty: "It's nothing, just come and see, the famous sixth uncle wants to do something to this land."

It was the man beside him who smiled respectfully: "I'm offended, Uncle Six, I'm sending my greetings to you on behalf of the Patriarch of the Langya Wang Clan, it's not an offense."

The sixth uncle twitched the corners of his mouth, looking at Tang Xuan with an unruly look: "What about you? Young boy."

Tang Xuan expressionless: "Join the fun."

Uncle Six laughed strangely when he heard this answer, then paced back and forth a few times, and said with a smile: "Everyone has their own ghosts, I'm old, why haven't I seen it?"

"You youngsters, you are born with a good-looking talent, what's wrong with you?"

"How decent is it to hesitate and falter."

Tang Xuan remained silent, and a man and a woman beside him were also silent.

Obviously, no one wanted to take the old man's words.

Mr. Guo, who was standing behind Liu Shu, walked up to Liu Shu's ear and whispered something.

After Liu Shu finished listening, the smile on his face gradually subsided, and he waved his hand to let the bald man put in the rest of the formation flags.

Then, looking at Tang Xuan and the others, he said calmly: "Give me 5 minutes to get out of here, or you won't even think about leaving."

"Of course, you can also choose to keep it. After watching Mr. Guo's formation, don't blame me for killing people."

This threat does not sound like a threat.

A man and a woman of the Langya Wang family looked at each other, but they still stood where they were, with no emotion in their eyes.

Zhou Qiancheng stood behind Tang Xuan, and seeing that he didn't move, he naturally didn't dare to move.

Seeing that these people didn't take his own words seriously, Uncle Liu was not angry, but laughed instead: "It's really talented people from generation to generation."

"One by one, they are as courageous as tigers."

"Unfortunately, they were all born in the wrong era."

After finishing speaking, he ignored it and turned his head to discuss something with that Mr. Guo in a low voice.

The fat man smiled sarcastically: "You guys, you really dare to ignore Sixth Uncle's words, even in Xiangjiang, few people have the guts."

The young woman from the Langya Wang family smiled: "You forgot, this is inland, if you want to do it, you have to weigh it, whether you have the ability."

The fat man's face darkened, and he turned his head away.

Tang Xuan's eyes were always on Mr. Guo.

The latter took out a geomancy map and put it on the ground, with the four corners pressed by stones, pointed to more than 60 points on it, and explained them one by one.

These actions did not hide from everyone.

Tang Xuanneng could clearly see that the markings on the drawing were very old, and it looked like the general trend of Jutan Island and the surrounding lakes.

"You mean, after setting up the formation here, you need to dig the earth in the center and bury an empty coffin to suppress the evil spirit?"

Uncle Liu suddenly looked gloomy and said: "Is this kind of practice the principle of Feng Shui? No! It's too bad luck! I want to build an ancestral temple here to worship my ancestors, but I have to bury an empty coffin. A burial place for myself?"

Mr. Guo said calmly: "This is the way of setting up the "Burying Sutra". If you don't want to, there is another way. You can fall back to the next best thing."

Uncle Six calmed down and said, "Say it."

Mr. Guo said: "Look for eight eight-foot-high lightning-struck woods and place them on the eight trigrams respectively. This is for exterminating evil spirits, and burying them in coffins is for collecting evil spirits. You can choose between them."

Uncle Six nodded without thinking, "This method is feasible."

Mr. Guo went on to say: "The eight lightning strike woods need to be assembled today. If the formation is completed and the preparations are not complete, the formation will fail, and another method must be found."

When the fat man on the side heard this, his expression darkened: "Lightning wood? Is this thing so easy to find? Can't you give me more time?"

Mr. Guo said lightly: "No."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Liu faintly took out his mobile phone, made a call, and said a few Xiangjiang dialects to the other end of the phone, as if he was giving orders.

Fatty didn't dare to refute, and waited patiently for Sixth Uncle to speak.

During this period, people from Tang Xuan and Langya Wang's family just watched from the sidelines, without disturbing each other, as if they didn't exist.

But the fat man who is familiar with Sixth Uncle's temper knows that when the matter at hand is dealt with, this "No. [-]" character will definitely deal with these juniors who are overwhelmed.

About half an hour later, a civilian helicopter suddenly flew over Jutan Island, hanging in mid-air.

Several strong men in tights jumped down from the top, each holding a packed wooden box in their hands.

Eight pieces of lightning strike wood, delivered.

Only half an hour passed.

Zhou Qiancheng clicked his tongue secretly: "As expected of the No. [-] big shot in Tianzi, he can even mobilize the civilian helicopters of military industrial enterprises."

He recognized the symbols engraved on the outside of the helicopter.

There was no wave in Tang Xuan's heart, and he was not surprised by this. He just stared at the eight lightning strike woods being disassembled one by one and placed in front of him.

In his eyes, nameless lightning flickered around the surface of these lightning strike woods. Although it was extremely weak and could not even cause any damage, it was enough to highlight its extraordinaryness.

"Uncle Six, I have brought everything you asked for."

A person who got off the helicopter said respectfully.

Uncle Liu waved to him, and the group quickly left in the helicopter.

Mr. Guo, who is known as a master of Fengshui, looked at the eight lightning strike woods, and after confirming that they were correct, he began to set the stakes in front of everyone.

He first picked up a piece of lightning strike wood, drew a circle with his feet, selected an area in the lower right corner of the circle, put his palm against the top, and pressed down suddenly.

boom!
I don't know where the strength came from, but it made the Thunderbolt Wood sink halfway into the ground, it was as firm as a bell, and it didn't move at all.

A flash of surprise flashed in Tang Xuan's eyes. This force was very strange. It flowed down from the lightning strike wood, and it was definitely a force that only a master would use.

At this speed, this Mr. Guo quickly nailed the eight lightning strike woods into the prescribed positions.

At this point, a Bagua map with a radius of nearly ten meters is perfectly presented, and the eight lightning strike woods perform their duties and are as stable as a mountain.

Sixth Uncle asked lightly, "Is it done?"

Mr. Guo didn't say a word, just bit his fingers, and began to write on the tops of the eight lightning strike woods one after another. Each word was not like a letter, but a spell.