Chengyou [rebirth]

In a flash, two years passed.

Zhang Chengyou was wearing the overalls chosen by his elder brother Zhang Xingqi, carrying a schoolbag, and followed behind Zhang Qianxian.

"Are you sure you want to go to the first grade?" Zhang Qianxian squatted down and looked directly at Zhang Chengyou with a serious expression.

"That's right, I'm just so cool!" Zhang Chengyou raised his chin arrogantly, with an expression of "you wait for mortals to kneel and lick me quickly".

"..." I don't know what this brat is talking about.

In the past two years, Zhang Qianqian could only reply with "..." to Zhang Chengyou's strange words from time to time. Every time he saw this brat's face, he wanted to beat him up.

However, when he thought of the headaches that this child would suffer almost every day, and the energy and blood spent to support that ancient book, the hand that was just about to be raised was put down again.

A year ago, Zhang Chengyou expressed great interest in that ancient book. He tried roasting it with fire, soaking it in water, and immersing it in oil, but none of the handwriting on the wordless book showed.Until he tried to drip his own blood on the book and found that the blood mark was gone, so he started the daily bloodletting plan.Zhang Qianxian was hiding it from Zhang Qianxian at first, but later Zhang Qianxian found that Zhang Chengyou's face was getting paler and he felt something was wrong. After some pressing, Zhang Chengyou finally revealed the reason.Zhang Qianxian was so angry that he threw the book to the ground on the spot, picked it up and wanted to tear it up, but found that he couldn't tear it up.

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Zhang Qianxian was stunned on the spot, looking at the book as if looking at an enemy, then went to the north room, took out a kitchen knife, which was sharpened on the whetstone the day before yesterday.

Then, he swiped his left wrist, and blood flowed out immediately, but he found that the blood did not soak into the pages of the book, but floated on the surface of the paper, which was a bit weird.

Zhang Chengyou was delighted when he saw it: "Father, do you know what it means to recognize the master by dripping blood? I guess this book is only for the current master to recognize the master after the death of the previous master!" The implication is, father , I'm not dead yet.

Zhang Qianxian glared at Zhang Chengyou, but did not respond.He continued to stare, but there was still no response.

"Father, go and stop the bleeding, the blood is almost flowing into a small river!" Zhang Chengyou stepped on his short legs and pushed Zhang Qianxian into the gauze-covered east room.

Afterwards, Zhang Qianqian made an agreement with Zhang Chengyou that blood should be taken every three weeks, and each time should not exceed 1 minute.

However, this also caused Zhang Chengyou's left arm to be full of wounds. The wound was almost close to the hand, and another cut was needed, or the scar near the bend of the arm had just disappeared, and it was necessary to cut it again.

For this, Zhang Qianxian blamed himself.

But the truth of the matter is that Zhang Chengyou would bleed every other week. As long as Zhang Qianxian was not watching, there would be an extra wound on his right arm.

Sometimes, Zhang Chengyou will be in the yard, facing the sky at a 45° angle, and sigh quietly: "A real man is so cool."

Then, after Zhang Qianxian stared at him with a ferocious expression, he entered the room and sighed: "As expected, no one can understand my heart~"

Then, he took the clothes from Zhang Xingqi and put them on.Then silently picked up a German book, and read it with arias.

In this regard, Father Zhang and Brother Zhang can only say "..."

Finally, a month ago, that ancient book could no longer suck blood. After that, it shone brightly in front of Zhang Qianxian and Zhang Chengyou, like a huge light bulb, making people's eyes hurt.

After the light disappeared, the book gradually became smaller. Just as Zhang Chengyou was about to reach out to touch it, it melted into the back of his neck automatically. Zhang Qianxian pulled down the back collar, and found that there seemed to be a circle on Zhang Chengyou's back waist. shaped pattern.He lifted up Zhang Chengyou's clothes, and a Tai Chi pattern appeared in front of his eyes.

The Taiji diagram is about 2 centimeters in diameter, black and white, as if pasted on it, and you won't find anything unusual if you don't look carefully.

"Father, what's wrong with my waist?" Zhang Chengyou asked aloud.

"There is a picture of Taiji that is two fingers wide, not like a tattoo, and the colors are black and white." Zhang Qianxian said worriedly.

"I think this is like the symbol of the "portable space" written in the novels of later generations. You can enter the space by touching it." Zhang Chengyou smiled heartlessly.

"..." Why did I have the urge to beat up this brat again.

"Don't worry, Dad. I'll feel it myself. I'm going to count down, [-], [-], [-], [-], [-]." Zhang Chengyou disappeared on the spot as soon as he finished shouting.

Zhang Chengyou found himself in a large hall with a portrait in front of him.

He looked curiously at the statue in front of him. It was a colorful clay statue of a young man with delicate features, about two meters high, with fluttering clothes, fresh and elegant.

Suddenly, he looked at the portrait and was stunned for a few seconds.

This guy looks a bit like my dad.

Zhang Chengyou was not calm anymore.

Because as long as this person's eyebrows and eyes are deeper and his outline is more defined, he will be almost like his father.

An idea came to mind.

Could it be that this person is the ancestor of his Zhang family?

The Zhang family has not changed for so many generations?

Or is there an atavism?

Everything is possible.

The Zhang family is so cool!