I'm just a swineherd, not a beastmaster.

Chapter 140 Not dead?

Zhao Muxin clamored to drink, but she didn't drink at all. After one glass, her face turned as red as an apple.

Of course, this is also related to the high alcohol content of the osmanthus wine brewed by Hu Jiuer.

"Eh? Brother Feng, how come you've become two people?"

"Sister Jiuer, how come there are three of you? It's strange. The moon is a little too big today..."

"You are drunk." Yuan Feng said helplessly.

"I'm not drunk..."

Zhao Muxin fell into Yuan Feng's arms halfway through her words.

"You still said you weren't drunk." Yuan Feng smiled bitterly.

Hu Jiuer, who was standing by, had a gleam in her eyes: "Yeah, I'm drunk too!"

Hu Jiuer was obviously pretending. Yuan Feng knew very well that it was not easy for a cultivator to get drunk.

Yuan Feng grabbed her by the back of her collar and said, "Get up, stop pretending, and send Mu Xin back."

It was indeed erotic to have two girls throwing themselves into his arms, but one was too young and the other was too coquettish, which did not suit Yuan Feng's taste.

"Oh……"

Hu Jiuer was not drunk. After being exposed, she felt embarrassed to continue pretending and stood up to help Zhao Muxin.

"Don't pull me, I still want to enjoy the moon!"

Zhao Muxin was very drunk and wanted to refuse to leave, but with Hu Jiuer's skills, she picked her up easily and carried her on her shoulder.

"Sir, I will take Sister Mu Xin back first."

"Ah."

Yuan Feng originally planned to practice under the moonlight.

I have to say that the spiritual energy on the mountain is a little more than that at the foot of the mountain. Although it is equally thin, there is still some difference.

Yuan Feng clearly felt that his cultivation speed had increased a little.

No wonder those sects like to live in the mountains. Even in areas with thin spiritual energy like Hongfeng Mountain, there is a difference in spiritual energy between the top of the mountain and the bottom of the mountain.

The territories occupied by large sects are full of spiritual energy, and I believe the spiritual energy on the mountain must be even richer.

Yuan Feng has no plans to move at the moment, but it would be nice to build a place to practice in the mountains.

It just so happened that a commercial street had been built at the foot of the mountain, which made the place lively but also noisy, making it no longer suitable for cultivation.

What is most needed for cultivation is a quiet environment.

Yuan Feng made a simple plan and decided to go down the mountain after daybreak and find Wang Er to go up the mountain to build a house.

In the future, people will gradually move their residence up the mountain, and the area below the mountain will be used exclusively for business.

Immersed in cultivation, Yuan Feng only felt that time passed quickly, and a ray of morning sun shone on him.

He knew it was time to go down the mountain.

After going down the mountain, Yuan Feng went directly to Wang Er's house to find Wang Er.

However, Wang Er was not at home, and he only saw their housekeeper.

"Where is Wang Er?"

"Oh, it's Boss Yuan." The housekeeper was a little embarrassed. He still remembered the gossip in front of him last time. "My master just went to the ancestral hall. I'll go and call him back. He will be happy to know that Boss Yuan is here to see him."

"No need." Yuan Feng waved his hand, "I'll go find him directly."

"Then I'll go with you."

"That's not necessary. I'm leaving now."

Yuan Feng went straight to the ancestral hall.

I found out there was a meeting going on inside.

Wang Er was standing in the middle of the crowd. "This time, the tomb is being moved. The middle piece is a Feng Shui treasure land. Why don't you give it to me, Wang Er? Do you look down on me, Wang Er?"

"Wang boy, that's not the case." Old man Jiang was in charge of the work and explained patiently.

"What's going on? Besides my family, who else in Xiufeng Village is worthy of this golden land?" Wang Er insisted.

"Wang boy, this Feng Shui treasure land is reserved for Yuan Feng. If you really want it, go and discuss it with him."

"Yuan...Yuan Feng? Left it for him?" Wang Er suddenly stuttered.

"Yes, Wang Er, you can go to Yuan Feng to exchange land. You have a lot of face." Someone echoed.

"Since it's Yuan Feng, forget it." Wang Er said angrily.

He has a lot of face now, but it was given by Yuanfeng. In the past, he dared to curse Yuanfeng when he met him on the road.

Things are different now. Yuan Feng is now the prince's guardian, and Wang Er’s current status as the second richest man in Xiufeng Village is all due to Yuan Feng.

Wang Er didn’t dare to scold Yuan Feng now, as it was too late to flatter him.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Feng squeezed into the crowd, "Wang Er, do you want to discuss something with me?"

"Oh, it's Master Yuan!"

Seeing that it was Yuan Feng, everyone quickly gave up their seats.

Now there are people in the village who call him Mr. Yuan Fengyuan, and some who call him Boss Yuan. In short, no one dares to mention the title of pigherd anymore.

Yuan Feng didn't care much about it. It was just a title. It didn't matter what he called him. They were all acquaintances.

“Hehe…” Wang Er smiled awkwardly and stepped forward. “No, the houses in the village are getting more and more, and the cemeteries of each family are scattered everywhere, so the villagers are discussing moving all the cemeteries to one place. And now everyone has money, so they want to renovate the cemeteries more generously.”

"Then, the best location with the best feng shui will be left to you, Brother Feng."

"Is that so? What else is there to say? Let's go and take a look. Since everyone is here, let's move together." Yuan Feng did not refuse. The matter of the cemetery concerned his adoptive parents.

Since you have taken over someone else's child's body, you can only make up for it by building a better grave.

Under his leadership, a group of people decided on an auspicious date.

At 3 p.m., everyone hurried to prepare for the relocation of the tomb.

Yuan Feng briefly discussed with Wang Er about building a house on the top of the mountain and then hurried back home.

"Mu Xin, Mu Xin!"

"Brother Feng, what's wrong?" Zhao Muxin rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked out of the room.

It was obvious that she was not pretending to be drunk, as she rarely slept so late.

"Get a shovel."

"Ah? Someone died again?" The previous times of using a shovel had left Zhao Muxin with a psychological trauma.

“No one died.”

"What's that for?"

"Moving the tomb."

"who?"

"Who else could it be? Of course it belongs to my parents."

"Oh, okay, I'll go prepare some paper money."

"Don't prepare too much. Timing is more important. Don't miss the afternoon."

"I understand!" Zhao Muxin nodded.

When they set off, Zhao Muxin and Yuan Feng went out together.

Hu Jiuer was fiddling with something in the room, and Yuan Feng was too lazy to call him.

As for the servants in the house, they were busy with housework and were not asked to do it.

When he arrived at the cemetery, Yuan Feng started digging directly at the two mounds of earth.

Dig a few times.

"Oh, we found it!" Zhao Muxin reminded.

Yuan Feng picked up the soil and lifted the two coffins out.

His adopted parents were buried next to each other and taken out together.

“Burn the paper!”

"it is good."

The paper money was quickly burned.

Yuan Feng kowtowed three times before reaching out to open the coffin.

"Brother Feng!" Zhao Muxin covered her mouth in surprise, "It's empty!"

Yuan Feng quickly opened another one: "It's empty too!"

"Damn it! They are so wicked that they even steal the bodies that have been buried!"

Yuan Feng stood in the wind and cursed.

"Brother Feng, there seems to be a piece of paper in here."

Yuan Feng looked down and saw either something like, or a piece of paper.

Just as he was about to say something, Zhao Muxin had already picked up the paper.

"Brother Feng, it's a letter!"

"Oh?"

"Brother Feng, look, this is for you!" Zhao Muxin quickly handed the letter to Yuan Feng.

[My son Yuanfeng, when you see this letter, you should have opened your parents’ coffins...]

"Oh, the prediction is quite accurate. How did my parents know that I would open the coffin?"

"Um...Brother Feng, is it possible that only when the coffin is opened can this letter be seen? It was just written in advance, not calculated?"

"is it?"

Yuan Feng continued to read.

[My son, you must be sad about the passing of your parents. Don’t be sad. In fact, your parents are not dead. They just left temporarily due to no other reasons...]

"Hey, Brother Feng, it says your parents are still alive!"

Yuan Feng held his forehead and said, "I can read, so you don't need me to tell you."

"Oh."

[When the time is right, come find your parents. They are right here...]

"oops!"

The letter suddenly caught fire, Yuan Feng quickly threw the letter away, and it was burned to ashes by the wind.

"Brother Feng, what's going on? Why did it suddenly catch fire?"

"I don't know, maybe that letter is from watching too many hot-blooded anime."

"What comic?"

"It doesn't matter. The time has come. Let's move the tomb."

"Ah? Brother Feng, your parents are still alive, do you still want to move?"

"Move, how can we not move? We are already here."

"By the way, Brother Feng, what is the address your parents left? Do you want to go find them?"

"I didn't see it clearly. If I had, I would have looked for them. After all, they are my parents."

Yuan Feng lied. In fact, he saw it clearly, but he just didn't want to look for it.

Are you kidding? He is a time traveler. What if he gets exposed when he goes to meet his adoptive parents?

He would never go looking for these parents.

Besides, his memory before the time travel was very vague, and he couldn't remember what his step-parents looked like at all. It would be difficult to find them, and it would be easier if he didn't look for them.