'Fan Wenzhe' Gui Mu squinted slightly when he heard this name, and his heart became vigilant. The person he beat is called Fan Sixiu, Fan Wenzhe, the eldest son of the Fan family, it seems to be so, isn't it the same name and surname?

"I'm exactly what you think I am, but I have no ill will towards you, and there's no way I'm going to beat you, can I?"

Katsuragi lowered his head and thought about it, it seemed to be the same. Then he looked up and asked.

"You came to me on purpose, dare you say that there is no purpose. ”

"It's not deliberate, it's just a chance encounter on the road, and I just want to make a friend. ”

"I hit your brother, and it's funny that you tell me about friends. ”

Fan Wenzhe turned around, picked up the stone in his hand, and threw it towards the lake.

"I just want to do something I love while I haven't lost my passion for the world. ”

Gui Mu didn't understand his words very well, but he could also hear the general meaning, because he knew this kind of person very well, and the first condition for practicing the "Life and Death Sutra" was to do what he wanted and do what he liked. His senior brother also told him that once he loses himself in doing what he wants, then there is only desire for the world, and there is no love, which is very tragic. So Katsura can roughly understand what kind of person this young man is, but he can't love the world.

"Do you understand?"

"Well, then I'll be half a friend, half deep, half defensive. ”

Fan Wenzhe smiled, it was a very simple kind, he just wanted to laugh. Katsuragi looked at the young man with a puzzled expression, but he didn't bother to think about it, after all, it was tiring to study this thing deeply.

Fan Wenzhe waited quietly by the lake for a while, chatted with Guimu for a few words, and then left silently. Soon after he left, Katsuragi realized that it was boring to stay by the lake, and walked away.

He wandered around outside and eventually returned to Zeng's mansion. At this time, a long red carpet was laid out in front of the Zeng Mansion, and two big red lanterns were hung in the porch. There are two days left for the birthday of the head of the Zeng family, but Guimu was invited over by an unknown person, and he stayed here for some reason, and he was not interested in anything but food at this birthday banquet. He wasn't worried about what would happen, after all, Qingquan was not far away from Ziming, and it was a big deal to use his divine power and run back against the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, he didn't believe that his cheap master could still watch himself being killed.

"Guimu shopkeeper, what a coincidence!"

Katsuragi turned around and saw a girl walking towards him.

"Miss Zeng!"

Ziyan is wearing a white dress today, but she shows a lot of fairy energy. Katsura and Ziyan walked along a quiet path.

"Yesterday's incident, I'm really embarrassed, impulsive, but scared you, Miss. ”

"No, it should be me to apologize to the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper as a guest of the Zeng Mansion, this kind of thing happened, but as the owner, he failed to solve it, but my Zeng family can't live with the shopkeeper. ”

Katsuragi scratched his head, looking embarrassed. Ziyan looked at it for a while, and quickly shifted her gaze to other places.

Katsura and Ziyan walk to a tower. Ziyan pointed to the tower and introduced its history to Katsuragi's guest.

"This building was built by the great-grandfather for the first person he loved, and it represents the purest emotion between the two. Although the great-grandfather did not get together with the girl in the end, the tower has been preserved and has become a beautiful scenery for the Zeng family. ”

"Can you go inside?"

Katsuragi looked at the delicate dark red tower, and there were some doubts in his heart, he had a little impression of the tower, as if he had turned it over in a book, and vaguely remembered that it was quite remarkable, but it was difficult to say. The girl nodded, and led the boy into the tower.

The tower has seven floors, with the ground floor being the most wide, and gradually decreasing as it ascends. Ziyan said to Katsuragi that this tower could only go up to the fifth floor at most, and above that, only the head of the family had the right. After Guimu heard this, he didn't say anything. Because he has been wandering around here on the first floor, let alone the fifth floor, and he has never gone up the stairs on the second floor.

Katsuragi walked over to a dark red wall and stopped. There are many portraits hanging on the walls, as if they are all the same person. Katsuragi pointed to the portraits and looked at the girl beside her.

"Is this a portrait?"

"Well, it's the personal portrait of the head of the family for generations, is there any doubt about the shopkeeper of Guimu, why are they all so similar?"

Katsuragi nodded, expectantly, showing interest in the answer. Ziyan sold a pass, and she slowly stepped forward to the bottom of a portrait.

"This is the great ancestor, the source of the blood of the Zeng family. Each generation of great-born children and grandchildren will be more or less influenced by blood, and their appearance tends to be close to that of great-grandfathers. The successive heads of the family, before taking office, will accept the baptism of the blood pool, so that their bloodline is infinitely close to the great-grandfather, which is why the appearance of the previous heads of the Zeng family converges. ”

Katsuragi listened carefully to what the girl had to say, and it wasn't until she finished speaking that he questioned him.

"Did the ancestors of the Zeng family like to read?"

Guimu looked at the past, except for the portrait known as the great ancestor, everyone else was wearing a book in a green shirt and wearing a book. Ziyan lowered her head and pondered for a while before looking up at Katsura Mu.

"I don't know, but my father likes to read books anyway. ”

Ziyan smiled, and Katsura didn't delve into it. After a while in the tower, the two walked out side by side. Continue along the path and already close to the backyard.

"Miss Ziyan, are you free tonight?"

"Ahh

Katsuragi looked at the girl's somewhat panicked expression, but felt a little funny.

"Yes...... Yes, what's the matter with the shopkeeper?"

"Oh, I'm sorry to have been here for so long, and I've been warmly entertained by your Zeng family, so I want to ask you to go out and play a little bit to make up for the feeling of indebtedness in my heart. ”

"I'm sorry to ask my father about this. ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

Katsura waved his hand, then put his hands behind him, and walked leisurely beside the girl. Ziyan lowered her head and walked slowly beside the boy.

At this time, the sun is not dry and the breeze is just right.

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In a small study in Zeng's house, an elegant man sat upright, this time with no books on the desk, only a portrait.

In the portrait, it is a woman in a green shirt, carrying a delicate bamboo box, with a red thread on her slender neck, a round jade pendant strung together, and a book in her hands and placed on her chest. There is brilliance in his eyes, he is exceptionally clear, and there is a hint of a smile on his face, which is full of innocence.

The elegant man gently ran his hand across the portrait woman's face, and a crystal clear tear slipped down his face and dripped on his shirt.