Staying in such a manor is actually not boring.

Because he is not here alone after all, accompanying Song Yuchen every day, this feeling is like a couple living in seclusion.

Song Yuchen is a homebody, and she is born to endure loneliness.

There are all kinds of fruit trees, flowers and plants planted in this manor, which is quiet and pleasant, and she not only does not reject it, but also likes it very much.

Everything she needed to paint, Chen Jing had a stock in her mustard seed sac.

Therefore, she looks here and there in the manor every day, takes pictures, paints some pictures, and can spend the day very leisurely.

Chen Jing worked hard to cultivate for four or five days, and after he still couldn't make an inch of progress in the spiritual line, he was not reluctant.

He also knows that sometimes rushing to make progress can backfire.

On the sixth day, he also accompanied Song Yuchen to wander around this village.

This whole Zhuangzi covers an area of about one acre.

This scale, in a place like Shanghai, is already very large.

A few days ago, Song Yuchen had been outside the house, and today he entered the inner house after walking around the backyard.

Actually, this villa is two-bedroom.

The one outside, full of foreign atmosphere, should have been repaired later.

And there is another building in the back, which is a pure wooden attic.

Inside, there is an ancestral hall.

As Chen Mingxuan said, this place was left by his ancestor.

According to the traditional generation, the 6 generations are called Tai, that is, Chen Mingxuan counts six generations from his father, and he is his grandfather.

On the spiritual seat, it reads [The Spirit Seat of the Elder Hongzhi of the Chen Family].

This spiritual position is placed in the highest position.

In fact, from this point of view, Chen Mingxuan's family should have been a side branch since the great grandfather Chen Hongzhi.

Because of the side branches, it is not in the ancestral shrine, so it will be enshrined here.

After that, it was Chen Mingxuan's [Liezu Chen Yuefu]!

[Tianzu Chen Nianli]!

[Gaozu Chen Xinghe]!

[Great-Ancestor Chen Qingyun]!

There are a total of five spiritual positions.

In the side hall, there are other spiritual seats.

This Chen family is still relatively traditional, and the female spiritual position may be weak in status, so it is all placed in a biased position.

"It looks weird and scary here, Ah Jing, let's go and have a look. ”

After Song Yuchen took a general look at the ancestral hall, he didn't dare to enter.

Chen Jing touched his chin, looked at those spirit positions, and looked at Chen Mingxuan's high ancestor's spirit position a few more times.

Then he hooked his hand and counted it, and finally said in his heart: "Chen Xinghe? It's really a coincidence, my ancestor seems to be called Chen Xinghe." ’

Chen Jing actually doesn't know much about his ancestors.

But every year during the Qingming Festival or the Midyear Festival, there is a tradition in Mingyang City, that is, some paper money will be made, and then it will be written on it to whom it will be incinerated to.

The wisps are clearly divided, just like we usually mail things, there is such a ceremony.

Several times, when the family was doing this ceremony, if he couldn't get busy, his father Chen Yiyuan would greet him and ask him to help write it.

The more times he wrote this, the more he had a deeper impression of the names of the ancestors above.

His ancestor is also called Chen Xinghe.

But this galaxy and the other galaxy should just be a coincidence.

Chen Jing didn't think that his family could have anything to do with the Chen family in Guigu.

Since Song Yuchen was afraid of the ancestral hall, he didn't look at it much, and accompanied her to the other attics to take a look.

In these wooden attics, there is a large study room, and there is also a large tea room.

This attic should be very old, but it is well maintained, so there are no traces of antiquity.

In the tea room, there was a large tea table made of black stone, and around it, there were stone benches made of the same black stone.

For some reason, the villa in front of me is often cleaned by people, and it is clean.

And the wooden house behind this, except for the outside looks clean, but the inside is full of dust.

In this tea room, even spider silk is involved everywhere.

A little later, near the backyard, there is a large quiet room.

It's quite spacious, and the floor is paved with hard bluestone slabs.

The total area, to say the least, is the size of two regular basketball courts.

Inside, it's even dirtier.

The dust had accumulated almost half a centimeter thick, and the cobwebs were dense in the east and west, as dense as cotton wool.

"It's strange, the ancestral hall is clean over there, and the rest of the place is also clean, but why is the tea room and here so dirty?" Song Yuchen pushed open the door, only glanced at it, and didn't plan to go in. Because it's so dirty.

"There may be some reason. Chen Jing said.

After all, in the bungalow in front, two old aunts will come to clean it every day.

Every morning at 6 o'clock, they would come here on time, and after cleaning silently, they would leave silently.

It has never affected Chen Jing and their rest, but Chen Jing has seen them every time.

Obviously, they were arranged by Chen Mingxuan's family to come over to clean up.

But since you can clean the bungalow, there is no reason not to clean the wooden house behind.

It's not that they want to be lazy.

According to Chen Jing's conjecture, the two old aunts should be the domestic slaves of the Chen family.

How dare a house slave do things for his master?

If he really allowed the dust to accumulate so thick at home, it is estimated that he would have been beaten to death by his master.

The only thing that can be explained is that there must be a story in this, it should be that the Chen family is not allowed to clean, so the dust and cobwebs here are so thick.

"Forget it, I'd better go to the bamboo forest over there to paint, although this house is beautifully repaired, it's really a bit weird. Song Yuchen turned around again, and decided to go to the small bamboo forest in the front yard to paint.

Chen Jing helped her and moved all the tools needed for painting.

Then she painted in the small bamboo forest, and he was alone, and returned to the Chen family ancestral hall, tea room, and quiet room again, and watched it again.

In the end, he remained in the ashram, where the dust had accumulated half a centimeter thick.

Here he saw something very special.

——On the bluestone on the ground, there are fierce palm prints and footprints.

At first, he thought that it should be left over from the previous practice.

With the power of a cultivator, it is not too difficult to leave a palm print on the bluestone.

But when he tried to hit a palm on the bluestone floor tiles, he found that there was no movement, and the bluestone floor tiles only floated away some dust, and the surface did not move at all.

"This stone is not ordinary. ”

You must know Chen Jing's current strength, it is not a problem to open the stele and break the stone, but it can be replaced by this bluestone floor tile, but the power is not visible at all.

Clapping his hands, he tried again, this time with all his might.

"Smack!"

When he slapped it again, his palms were numb, but the bluestone floor tiles were still unharmed.

"This brick is a bit unusual, such a hard brick, I can't even get any fur from it, and these palm prints and footprints are like being printed on mud. How much power does this person leave his palm prints and footprints have?"