Pushing open the courtyard door, Feng Chenglin couldn't help but stunned: "Wow...If it were me, I would live in such a place and I wouldn't want to leave!"

In the small courtyard, all kinds of flowers and plants are blooming, and the fragrance is fragrant.

Ling Luoyu frowned slightly, staring around him: "The spiritual energy here is stronger..."

She raised her eyes slightly, and she looked at the towering palace not far away.

"The place where Xingjun lives should be a spring of spiritual energy, and all the spiritual energy is poured out from there... Therefore, the spiritual energy of this small yard is also very sufficient!"

Feng Chenglin rubbed his shoulders and walked towards the bamboo house in front of him.

The door of the bamboo house was lightly covered, exposing a gap, and the furnishings inside were vaguely visible.

"San Shao, this house is simple enough... it contains some essential household items, it doesn't seem to be for the most favored disciple!!"

"People here pay attention to cultivation and don't care about enjoyment!"

Ling Luoyu pushed open the door, looked at the room, and raised his eyebrows.

"Perhaps, this is what Xingjun thought..."

No one seeks for a pure heart and few desires.

Because no one can be in wealth and seek further practice!

Only a very small number of people with perseverance can abandon the glory and wealth and go to cultivate self-cultivation.

The bamboo house is divided into three rooms, with the living room in the middle, the bedroom on the east and the study on the west.

Said it is a bedroom, but it is just a bed, a quilt and a wardrobe.

It was the study room, with six bookshelves filled with books, thick and thin, arranged in a disorderly manner.

Feng Chenglin searched all three rooms, but couldn't find the figure of Dingmiao, frowning.

"Three young masters, what should no one do? Are we waiting here or looking elsewhere?"

Without seeing Dingmiao, they could not make the next plan.

More importantly, they are not sure whether Dingmiao is here!

Feng Chenglin's complaint did not resonate with Ling Luoyu, and he couldn't help but look sideways.

"Three young masters, what are you doing?"

Ling Luoyu was at the desk in the study, quietly looking down at a book on the desk.

"Fatty, you come..."

"What's wrong?" Feng Chenglin leaned forward curiously.

"This book!!"

Ling Luoyu turned the book over and pointed to the words on the cover.

"This thing is probably the only one!!"

"Secretary of the Miao family...Picture...Miao..."

Feng Chenglin raised his head in shock and looked at Ling Luoyu incredulously.

"This is the Miao family's...secret?"

"should be!"

"...I thought that everything in the Miao family was passed down by inheritance, but I didn't expect that there were books..."

"This secret book should not be left by the upright Miao family ancestors, it should be a side branch...because the Miao family has a method of blood inheritance, it will never be passed on to future generations by such a method!!!"

The inheritance of the Miao family is only passed down by the descendants of the Miao family.

As for the other members of the Miao family, they can only practice through the secrets to gain knowledge.

"that"

Feng Chenglin took a breath and looked at the bookshelf.

"There are so many books on the bookshelf, but this one... the book surnamed Miao is on the table, San Shao, you say..."

Only Dingmiao would be so concerned about the things of the Miao family.

If you are an outsider, the chance of getting this book is one in a thousand.

and so--

"It should be him!!"

Ling Luoyu sighed and looked thoughtfully at the small garden outside the window.

"It seems that his life is better than we thought!!"