One person: Reborn as Huangxian, seeking the title of Feng Baobao at the beginning

Every story Huang Miao told surprised Lin Xia.

She felt that Huang Miao's previous life and her own were two completely different worlds, one black and one white, incompatible with each other.

But the gripping stories told by Huang Miao made her feel a little yearning in her heart.

At this moment, she seemed to finally understand why Huang Miao was incompatible and completely different from others.

Because Huang Miao himself came from another world, a world full of bizarre and strange things.

But it is also full of stories about the warmth and fickleness of human nature, and the pleasure of revenge.

That world is so exciting that no one can predict what will happen in the next second.

Perhaps it is this kind of excitement that makes countless people yearn for it and even indulge in it.

From Huang Miao's narration, Lin Xia gradually understood that this world was what Huang Miao called the Jianghu.

And people like them are called Jianghu people...

Unconsciously, Lin Xia looked out of the car window again and was surprised to find that the vehicle had quietly entered the border of Lianyun City.

Looking back on the journey, Lin Xia didn't realize that time passed so quickly.

At this moment, they were approaching the Lianyungang Municipal Government and were about to arrive.

These several hours of journey gave Lin Xia a deeper understanding of Huang Miao.

"Director Huang, we're almost at the city government, why don't we go sit together?" Lin Xia invited.

Huang Miao heard this, hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "Mayor Lin, I'm not going. I'm going to the construction site later to see the progress of the headquarters building.

There are still many issues to be resolved and time is running out, so let’s meet again another day.”

As he spoke, Huang Miao signaled the driver to stop the car in front, because the construction site was only one intersection away and could be reached on foot.

After getting off the car, Huang Miao walked straight towards the construction site.

Lin Xia looked out the window and saw Huang Miao waving goodbye without looking back, and she couldn't help but smile.

The vehicle then restarted and turned to another intersection.

Lin Xia's thoughts were still immersed in the stories Huang Miao shared along the way.

……

At this time, Huang Miao put his hands in his pockets and walked along the road towards the construction site.

This area is a government district with few pedestrians, and is considered the quietest place in Lianyun City.

The road is wide and there are not many vehicles. The only sounds I can hear are the leaves swaying in the wind and the birds chirping.

Being in such an environment, Huang Miao's mood suddenly became brighter.

The depressing feeling from the meetings over the past few days was released at this moment.

He saw the fenced construction site from afar and heard the roar of large equipment running from time to time, prompting him to quicken his pace, wanting to see the current situation of the construction site with his own eyes.

Just then, Huang Miao inadvertently noticed a person standing across the street.

He was a young man, dressed in plain white clothes, and was particularly conspicuous.

What was even more striking was his expression and behavior. He had been standing across the street, glancing at the construction site from time to time and writing something in the notebook in his hand.

The young man looked to be in his twenties, had fair skin, and did not seem to be good at physical work.

He exuded a unique aura that quickly attracted Huang Miao's attention.

Huang Miao looked up at the sky above the young man's head and found that the clouds seemed to have deliberately avoided this area. Above the young man's head there was only a clear blue sky without a trace of clouds.

This strange astronomical phenomenon made Huang Miao frown, and then he walked straight across the street.

The young man didn't seem to notice Huang Miao's approach. He was still concentrating on observing the construction site not far away and taking careful notes in his notebook.

As the distance got closer, Huang Miao noticed that the notebook in the young man's hand was more like an antique scroll, and what he held in his hand was not ordinary ink, but a slender wolf-hair brush.

These things are obviously not suitable for modern young people, which makes Huang Miao feel very strange.

This young man seemed to have traveled through time from ancient times. Huang Miao had never felt the unique aura he exuded from anyone else.

When Huang Miao stood next to the young man, the young man was unaware.

After some observation, Huang Miao suddenly asked, "Who are you?"

The sudden voice startled the young man. He turned around abruptly and saw Huang Miao, then turned around and wanted to leave.

Huang Miao became even more confused when he saw this.

He grabbed the young man's shoulder, but he didn't expect the young man to react faster. He grabbed Huang Miao's wrist with his backhand and used a small grappling technique.

Huang Miao couldn't help but secretly applaud this technique.

Whether in terms of reaction or strength, this young man is obviously very skilled, and this little grappling technique is enough to defeat anyone in one move.

However, what the young man didn't know was that Huang Miao was a man who was proficient in both internal and external martial arts and had received rewards from the system.

This small grappling technique is a kind of external ancient martial arts, and naturally poses no threat to Huang Miao.

At the moment when Huang Miao's wrist was grabbed, he kicked the young man's shin bone, then used his backhand to easily break the young man's small grasp with the force of a white snake wrapping around his neck.

The young man still wanted to struggle, but Huang Miao had already pinched his inch pulse. The slightest movement caused him to feel a bone-eating pain, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

"Boy, you have pretty good skills. Who are you?" Huang Miao asked doubtfully.

The young man grimaced in pain, but still did not answer Huang Miao's question.

This made Huang Miao a little unhappy, and the strength in his hands gradually increased: "I am pinching your Cun pulse now. You may not know that once the Cun pulse is damaged, your arm will be useless.

So I advise you to answer whatever I ask and don’t cause yourself trouble.”

Huang Miao's words seemed to make the young man relax: "Let me go first, quickly... let me go..."

Huang Miao immediately loosened his hand upon hearing this. The young man moved his numb arm as if relieved of a heavy burden, and at the same time looked at Huang Miao with dissatisfaction and muttered: "Who are you? How am I bothering you here?"

Huang Miao immediately asked back: "If you are not guilty, why are you running?"

The young man was even more unconvinced: "Suddenly a weirdo came up to you and asked who you are, aren't you afraid?"

Huang Miao glared at him and scolded, "You are the weird one, okay? Tell me the truth, why are you looking at the construction site? And what are you writing here?"

As he spoke, Huang Miao looked at the strange scroll and the slender wolf-hair brush in the young man's hand.

The young man seemed to cherish these two things very much and quickly put them in his arms.

Yes, like the ancients, he habitually put things in his arms.

This unintentional action once again caught Huang Miao's attention.

This young man looked strange no matter how you looked at him. Whether it was his clothes, the things he used or his habitual behaviors, they were all out of tune with modern society.

Could it be that this guy came from another world?
And it was a journey from ancient times to the modern times?

Huang Miao was full of doubts and wanted to find the answer from him.

As Huang Miao approached step by step, the young man showed uneasiness and slowly backed away, warning:

"Don't mess around, I'm telling you..."

Huang Miao stared at him expressionlessly and said word by word:
"I'm going to ask you one last time, what are you doing here? This is your last chance, think it over before you answer."

Frightened by Huang Miao, and having just witnessed his skills, the young man sighed helplessly:
"Well, it's okay to tell you. Do you understand Feng Shui?" Upon hearing this, Huang Miao's eyes lit up and he couldn't help laughing:
"Oh? From what you said, you know a little bit about Feng Shui?"

The young man showed a disdainful expression:

“You wouldn’t understand even if I told you this. This is a Feng Shui location in Lianyun City. Ordinary buildings can’t stand here.

I really don’t know which idiot chose to build in the Feng Shui treasure land of Lianyun City.

Are you out of your mind? "

The young man seemed very dissatisfied with this and kept expressing his opinions, but he did not notice that Huang Miao's expression became a little subtle.

"You just need to speak, but it's wrong to curse."

Huang Miao's words puzzled the young man:

"I scolded them, what does it have to do with you?"

What the young man didn't expect was that Huang Miao pointed directly to the construction site not far away and said word by word:
“I was the one who ordered the construction of that project.”

When the young man heard this, his first reaction was disbelief. After all, Huang Miao looked only a few years older than him. He heard that this was a government project, so how could a young man decide this?

Without approval from the mayor, it is simply a dream to build in the city center.

Therefore, the young man waved his hand disdainfully and said contemptuously:

"Come on, these days it's really strange, even people are vying to be a fool."

However, Huang Miao raised his hand with a cold face and warned:
"If you curse again, I'll whip you."

Huang Miao's reaction left the young man confused. After a moment, he realized what was happening and said in astonishment:

"No way, are you really the person in charge of this project?"

Huang Miao glared at the young man unhappily:
"Nonsense, why would I lie to you if I have nothing to do?"

Huang Miao then explained the project to the young people:

“What is to be built here is the headquarters of the Jiumen Fengshui Bureau, which was founded by me and I am the director.

From what you just said, you should have some understanding of Feng Shui.

Tell me, what's wrong with this new building?"

Huang Miao said, took out a cigarette case from his pocket and handed a cigarette to the young man. The young man frowned in confusion:
"How do you know I smoke?"

"Nonsense, you smell like cigarettes, and the wind can carry you a hundred miles away.

Anyone with a nose will know that you smoke."

The young man took the cigarette, lit it, and took a puff with enjoyment.

After smoking, the young man still sighed:

"It's been several days since I last smoked..."

Hearing this, and considering the young man's simple attire, Huang Miao guessed that his conditions might not be very good.

But he was more concerned about the young man's knowledge of Feng Shui, so he urged:

"Don't talk nonsense. Tell me what you think of Feng Shui."

The young man took another deep puff of his cigarette and said:

"For the sake of this cigarette, I'm giving you a piece of advice.

If you are really the person in charge of this project, stop it immediately.

Like I said just now, this is an important Feng Shui location in Lianyun City, where four dragons gather, and ordinary buildings cannot suppress it at all.

People with bad luck may die on the spot, and even those with good fortune will find it difficult to avoid the fate of suffering five disadvantages and three shortcomings. "

Although Huang Miao's expression did not change, he was impressed by the young man in his heart.

Because what the young man said was true, the feng shui here is special and it is difficult for anyone to suppress it.

This also made Huang Miao more curious about the young man. He looked him up and down and said jokingly:

"How can you, at such a young age, know all this Feng Shui knowledge?"

The young man puffed out his thin chest with some pride after hearing this:

“Let me put it this way, I am the least successful person in our family.

Our family has been experts in architectural feng shui for generations.

The reason I came here is to study the Feng Shui locations in a city to improve the Feng Shui books I have."

Looking at the proud young man, Huang Miao frowned in confusion:

“So, your ancestors must be very famous.

May I have your name? "

Facing Huang Miao's question, the young man let down his guard, looked at Huang Miao, and said calmly:

"My name is Jiang Qingwen, what's yours?
I feel like we are compatible, maybe we can be friends in the future."

Hearing this name, Huang Miao felt something was wrong:

“The surname Wang is somewhat rare.

You said your family has been experts in architectural feng shui for generations, can you tell us more about it?"

Huang Miao did not answer Jiang Qingwen's question, but directly asked his own question.

Jiang Qingwen looked at the burnt cigarette in his hand, threw it on the ground, and stomped out the cigarette butt skillfully:
"My great-grandfather's name is Jiang Shi..."

Hearing this, Huang Miao's eyes widened and he asked again in surprise:

"Who were you talking about? Jiang Shi?
That amazing workmanship in the world of architectural feng shui?"

Hearing Huang Miao's words, Jiang Qingwen looked over in confusion:
"You seem to know my great-grandfather very well..."

Although Jiang Qingwen did not directly answer Huang Miao's question, his attitude had already given Huang Miao the answer.

This made Huang Miao's eyes light up, and a bold idea emerged in his mind.

“Good boy, I was wondering who dared to speak so arrogantly, it turns out to be Jiang Shi’s descendant.

I can understand this kind of pride."

As he spoke, Huang Miao took out the blueprint of the Jiumen Fengshui Bureau building from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Qingwen:

"In that case, take a look at this. If such a building is built on this important land, will it be able to suppress the Feng Shui here?"

Jiang Qingwen took the drawing handed to him by Huang Miao, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and at the same time he looked up at Huang Miao, as if looking for an answer.

Huang Miao did not immediately explain Jiang Qingwen's doubts, but just looked at him silently. When Huang Miao learned that Jiang Qingwen was a descendant of Jiang Shi, he was indeed surprised. He thought that the Jiang family had long disappeared in the long river of history, but he did not expect to meet the descendants of the Jiang family here by chance.

"What kind of building is this?" Jiang Qingwen opened the blueprint and showed a surprised expression after just one look. He repeatedly confirmed the contents of the blueprint in disbelief, then looked up at Huang Miao, "Building a building like this can really suppress the Feng Shui of Lianyungang. So, you are also an expert in Feng Shui?"

Jiang Qingwen saw the mystery of the blueprint at a glance, which convinced Huang Miao that he really understood Feng Shui. Architectural Feng Shui is a branch of Feng Shui, and in modern history, only the Jiang family has carried it forward.

"Good boy, you are really not simple. How is your Jiang family doing now?" Huang Miao asked straight to the point. This question shocked Jiang Qingwen. (End of this chapter)