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Behind the whitewashed wall is a wooden carved door, which is still push-pull. The pattern is carved meticulously and the workmanship is extraordinary.

Bu Lingxiu touched the carvings on the wood and said, "Don't tell me, it's quite delicate."

Feng Yizhen asserted, "It's so exquisite, and it appears in this position again, and hides it with a formation, there must be a ghost."

Since there is something tricky, as a contemporary young man with the spirit of exploration (ba) and exploration (gua), Feng Yizhen immediately grabbed the doorknob and gently pulled it to the right.

The door was easily pulled open.

Before, Feng Yi really thought that the extra thickness of the wall was about the width of a bookshelf, but he didn't expect that after opening the door, there was really a bookshelf behind it.

The bookshelf is as tall as a person, and the upper four floors are in the style of ordinary bookshelves, and the bottom starts from the knees of a person, which is a cabinet.

There are scattered things on the bookshelf, including brushes, inkstones, miscellaneous books and messy balls of thread. Not only that, but there is even a figure of Naruto Naruto with a broken leg.

Bu Lingxiu looked around at the things on the shelf, and said disappointedly, "What the hell, I thought it was a secret room with a big secret, but after working on it for a long time, it turned out to be a place to put sundries."

He picked up the Naruto figurine of Huoyin Ninja and looked at it, "Is this the birthday present you gave your brother when you were ten years old? I remember it was accidentally smashed by the two of us?"

"It seems to be." Feng Yizhen took a book from the bookshelf and flipped through it, and found that it was a very common exercise method and the like. It was probably precious, but it was not necessary to keep it like this.

Feng Yizhen squatted down again and opened the cabinet below. It was empty and contained nothing but a smell of dust. It looked like it hadn't been used for many years.

Bu Lingxiu pouted, "It's too boring."

Feng Yi really felt fine, "I only stay in this place for one month a year, and I'll be damned if there is anything there. There are no leftover apple cores in it, which is my brother's greatest respect for this place."

Bu Lingxiu picked up a few books casually and glanced at them, "This book is quite interesting, hehe, and there is Tathagata Palm."

Feng Yizhen said, "What is the palm of the Tathagata, it is a notebook."

The notebooks bound in the shape of ancient books that were popular in junior high school and high school include everything from Sunflower Collection to Dugu Nine Swords to Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms.

I thought there might be something in it before I opened it, but it turned out that it was all good words and sentences in Chinese, wrong questions in physics, chemical equations or English words.

Bu Lingxiu opened the inside and saw that it was indeed a notebook with horizontal lines. On the first page, Feng Qiyan signed Feng Qiyan.This book was probably used as a math problem book. On the second page, I copied a quadratic function problem, and wrote the reason for the error in red pen, and wrote the correct answer in blue pen below.

"I've always wanted to say that your brother's signature is really flamboyant." Bu Lingxiu sighed, "It's crooked."

Feng Yizhen said, "That's how he signed it."

"The handwriting is quite correct. I don't know why the signing practice is so flirtatious."

Bu Lingxiu turned another page, but it was a pity that Feng Qiyan seemed to be a person who couldn't calm down and make mistakes in the question book, and there was only this question in the whole book.

"Put it back for him, otherwise when he comes to guard the tomb next year and finds things messed up, he will definitely say that I moved his things and lost his things." Feng Yi really disgusted, "I'm too lazy to argue with him, just close it."

"Okay." Bu Lingxiu put the book back on the bookshelf, and Naruto who had a broken leg also put it back in its original place.

Feng Yizhen held the handle, ready to close the door.

But this bookshelf is really narrow, the door is close to the edge of the bookshelf, the gap is no more than a sheet thick.The books and notebooks that Bu Lingxiu put back were actually a little bit beyond the edge of the bookshelf, and they were taken away when Feng Yizhen opened the door, and got stuck between the inner wall of the bookshelf and the door.

The poor book was caught in the middle, with its corners rolled up innocently.

Feng Yizhen said, "Look at you, can you put the book away properly?"

Bu Lingxiu said, "Is he to blame me for being so narrow?"

"Don't blame who you blame?"

"Can't you look at it when you pull the door?"

"I won't."

"Hey, are you still joking?"

The two chattered as they spoke, completely forgetting about the book whose pages were curled up by them.

Fortunately, after the two quarreled for a few more words, their conscience realized that Feng Yizhen pushed the door back, took out the book, and smoothed the creases on it.

Lingli gently crawled over the corner of the book, and after a while, the book was flat as usual. Feng Yizhen put the book on the shelf, checked the position carefully, and made sure that there was no book sticking out.

But he found another book that was a little different.

This book is lying quietly in the middle of other books and notebooks, but the strange thing is that it looks very old, and the yellowed paper is not the same color as it is made now, but it is really caused by a long time of.This book doesn't look like something Feng Qiyan bought, but rather some kind of serious ancient book.

Feng Yizhen reached out his hand out of nowhere and took out the book.

Bu Lingxiu leaned over, "What's the matter? What is this?"

"I don't know either." Feng Yizhen turned to a page and found six names written in neat script on it.

The paper of this book is very thick, and the writing brush used by the person who wrote the name did not smear the ink at all.

"Feng Kailuo, Qiling; Feng Manshan, Youzhen; Feng Keyin, Chang Yuyun..." Bu Lingxiu said, "There are three people with the surname Feng? Is this your family tree? What about the rest of Qiling and Youzhen?" And who are Chang Yuyun?"

Bu Lingxiu took a closer look at the way the name was written. Two lines form a line, a total of three lines. Feng Kailuo is facing Qiling, Feng Manshan is facing Youzhen, Feng Keyin is facing Chang Yuyun, "But the general genealogy is not written like this. right?"

Feng Yizhen touched his chin and said, "Do you think it looks like that?"

"what?"

"It's the kind of connection problem that kindergartens do, who is against whom."

Bu Lingxiu said with disgust, "Wake up."

"Seriously, Feng Cailuo and Feng Manshan...this seems to be my ancestor?" Feng Yizhen turned another page and found that the names recorded here are all surnamed Feng on the left.

"Are these all your ancestors?"

Feng Yizhen said, "It should be, but I can't be sure. This is indeed not my family tree. My family has a family tree. Although I have looked through it, I haven't written down all the names of all the ancestors. My Feng family has passed down thousands of years. How can I remember every name in a hundred years?"

Bu Lingxiu urged, "Then look back and see if you recognize anyone."

"It's too tiring to look through like this, try from the back to the front." Feng Yizhen just turned through the whole stack, and finally there was a familiar name that came into view.

Still three lines of characters, six people.It's just that the person who writes is obviously not the same person. Although it is still in block letters, the strength and sharpness of the writing is completely different, and the pen has also changed from a brush to a fountain pen.

"Feng Youli, ah, I know this." Feng Yizhen said, "Isn't this my great-grandfather?"

Bu Lingxiu said, "Qin Keyun, is it your grandma?"

"Yes. Look at the second line, it's my grandfather, Feng Santai; and my grandma, Qiu Lele."

Bu Lingxiu pointed to the names of Feng Changdong and Gong Ranxiu on the third line, "I know these two, Uncle Feng and Aunt Xiuxiu."

"That's right, these are my father and my mother." Feng Yizhen had a flash of inspiration, "Could this be the book that records the destined people? The curse is only valid for our direct bloodline, but the genealogy will record the collateral lineage, so take this alone come out?"

Bu Lingxiu said strangely, "But if they are destined by your family, wouldn't they all marry into your family or marry a girl from your family as a daughter-in-law? No matter if it is marriage, it will be included in the genealogy naturally. Why bother to pick it out?" Make a record?"

"That's what I guessed. And this record is not correct." Feng Yizhen pointed to the name on it and said, "My father is my grandfather's second son, and there is an uncle on him. Although the uncle died at the age of 22 due to frailty, the uncle My aunt also passed away early, but after all, she is also a direct bloodline of the Feng family, and she married my eldest aunt, who is also destined, why isn't it in this book?"

Bu Lingxiu also felt that something was wrong, "That's right, this kind of information must be written according to age, and your uncle should also be written before your father."

"Let's look back first. If it is really the person who recorded the destiny, according to this logic, the next page is likely to be my brother." Feng Yizhen said while turning the page.

He guessed right, sure enough, Feng Qiyan's name was on the second page.

The one next to him is Sheng Yuan.

But they are on the second row.

There are two more names on the first line.

Feng Yizhen and Bu Lingxiu stared at each other in disbelief.

"Hey, hey, hey...this is wrong..." Bu Lingxiu folded his chest and looked at Feng Yizhen and said, "Don't look at me! Laozi is a straight man! I have always regarded you as a pure buddy!"

"Fuck! Fuck off, I have no idea about you. But... what's going on here!?" Feng Yizhen looked at the notebook in his hand, on top of Feng Qiyan's name was his own name.

Feng Yizhen.

Feng Yi is really Feng's family, so it's not surprising to have his name.

But next to his name, there is actually another name, which is very strange.

And corresponding to Feng Yizhen, the one whose name is above Sheng Yuan——

It's Bu Lingxiu.

Feng Yizhen rubbed his eyes and read it over and over twice.

But no matter how you look at it, it's those three words.

Divination, spirituality, and cultivation.

Feng Yi's heart flickered for a while, and he said, "No way, Bu Lingxiu, my destined person is you!?"

"I don't think it's right, really. There must be something wrong." Bu Lingxiu was almost incoherent, "It's impossible, we two brothers have been brothers for so many years, how can I have... there is not a single dime like your destiny. man!"

Feng Yizhen suddenly turned his head to look at Bu Lingxiu, and said expressionlessly, "Bu Lingxiu, let's be together."

Bu Lingxiu sank to his dantian, and let out a mighty cry, "Get out!"

The author has something to say: Wanzi is a bit weak, I will write a small theater tomorrow, thank you for your thunder.