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"You calculated that I would be able to come." Zhang Xiaojian asked. Ye Zichen placed the stuff on the table and sat in front of San Ye.

When the Third Master saw Zhang Xiaojian taking so many things, he said, "So what? Why are you buying all these? You're thinking too much."

Zhang Xiaojian politely turned the topic over with San Ye again, then spoke about proper business, and asked: "San Ye, do you think that the problem with my garden is serious, and whether there's any way to break it?"

San Ye stroked his beard and said: "If it's not serious, then it's because I don't know. I can't tell that the ignorant is fearless. If it's serious, I can't say it now. In terms of feng shui, the place you chose was not bad.

The term feng shui originated from Guo Pu's Book of Burial: "Qi is wind then scattered, boundary water then perished, the ancient people gathered together and did not disperse, there is an end to it, so it is called feng shui, Feng shui, the method of obtaining water is first, the hidden wind is second." For thousands of years, feng shui has been the eternal theme of the location of Chinese cities and villages. Our village has the support of Green Spirit Mountain and the scenery of the four mountains and the lands are the most beautiful, the mountains have a vivid form, they are both in shape and in spirit, guarding the directions and facing each other neatly. Your garden is also the best location in the world, and although you are looking for wealth, I'm afraid there will be a calamity, and you will be able to reach great heights if you dodge it. "

San Ye stopped talking and started to ponder.

Zhang Xiaojian handed a cigarette to San Ye and said: "San Ye, you don't need to worry about anything, just say it."

San Ye nodded, lit up his cigarette, took a long drag and said: "I just feel it's wrong, but you asked me to tell you what's wrong, I can't find it." I have a vague feeling that something is in a certain corner of the garden, something that I couldn't figure out even if I wanted to check. However, I gave you a count just now and told you that you were lucky enough to encounter a calamity, so you wouldn't be able to escape. "

Zhang Xiaojian was extremely frustrated. He thought, had he not experienced many unfortunate things? Why did the heavens fall for him?

Since it was arranged by the heavens, he should be more careful in the near future. Whether or not he let go of that Peter incident for a while longer, it might not be possible if he could escape this calamity.

"Lord Third, can you use some sort of method to resolve this?" Zhang Xiaojian suddenly thought of this and asked.

San Ye shook his head and said: "In fact, there are some things that cannot be resolved, so this thing that can be resolved is just bullsh * t. It's nothing more than a scam." Unless this person says that he is doing good, he might be able to change his fate. This is also the fate that everyone normally talks about, it is in his own hands. "

Zhang Xiaojian smacked his lips and nodded. Then, he remembered that he remembered what his senior said.

"About that, my father told you about the villa, right?" Zhang Xiaojian thought about the matter of building the villa. As long as he built the villa, he would be able to receive the red fruit.

I've already looked at the location for you, it's your old courtyard, you don't need to choose another place, but there's one thing that is important, the date of starting work is quite important, there aren't any good days recently, I've already finished looking at it for you, next month's 8th is the good day, on that day you can start work. San Ye said.

Zhang Xiaojian nodded, and said: "San Ye, thank you very much. Your subordinate, I have some good intentions towards the money. "

Zhang Xiaojian said as he took out ten thousand yuan and handed it over.

San Ye waved his hand and said: "To me, money is not important, not important."

Zhang Xiaojian was a little hesitant. He normally did not like owing favors to others the most, not to mention that San Ye had helped so much, so he could not give the Five Elements Golden Tripod water to anyone else no matter what.

Zhang Xiaojian suddenly thought of that flower. Ol 'Five and the others said that the flower s fragrance would make people feel relaxed, lessen their nervousness and fatigue, so it would be better for them to just give a stalk to San Ye.

Zhang Xiaojian took out a Red Yearning and placed it on the table, saying, "This flower..."

Before Zhang Xiao could finish his sentence, San Ye had already stood up. His exaggerated actions had knocked a pot of tea onto the floor.

"Red Yearning." San Ye cried out in fear; his expression was as if he had seen some rare treasure.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't know why San Ye would act like this, and looked at him blankly. What surprised him even more was why San Ye also called this kind of flower Red Yearning, it was the same name he had given it.

"Alright, alright, alright. I'll take this. Old woman, hurry up and plant the flowers for me." San Ye and his wife said.

After Third Young Madam took the flowers and left, Third Master said, "This thing is a treasure. I've only heard about it in the books and have never seen it before. I thought that it no longer existed. Who would've thought that today would be such an eye-opener."

"Is this really that precious?" Zhang Xiaojian asked.

San Ye took a puff on his cigarette and slowly told a story.

It was said that a long, long time ago, a general had gone out to war for many years, and when the war was won, the general had become successful and had given up his wealth and fortune, preparing to return home to accompany his wife. However, after walking away for so many years, did his wife …

Halfway through the journey, he met an enemy, and the enemy was quite numerous. The general fled with heavy injuries, and only managed to escape disaster once in a cave, and when he woke up the next day, he barely managed to get on his horse. After another day of walking, he finally reached home, and when he reached the door of his house, he directly fell down, unconscious.

The general's wife ran out and was happy and sad to see her husband.

Although the wound was bandaged, the general was on the verge of death.

At night, the woman in the courtyard shed tears at the blossoming flowers. She said, "God, can you give me a way to deal with people? I'm willing to do anything."

At this time, a white-bearded old man walked over and said, "I have an idea, and that is to sacrifice yourself."

When the woman heard that there was a way to save her husband, she stopped crying and said, "I do."

The old man said, "The flower in the garden was planted by you on the day your husband left. If you really want to save your husband, cut your wrist with a knife and pour blood over it, it will save your husband. However, you must drain the last drop of blood from your body."

The woman's tears flowed down, because she hadn't received a warm hug from her husband yet. It was really a bit unresigned to die just like that, but …

The woman didn't say anything else. She went back to her room and pulled out her husband's scimitar. She walked into the yard and wiped her wrist lightly. Blood immediately flowed out. The dark red blood dripped onto the flower root and was slowly sucked in.