In the middle of the night, the lights went out in the dart game, and there was no sound.

At this moment, I saw a figure on the left wall flashing, and two black shadows came out of the wall and ran side by side towards the southwest corner.

Lin Zhennan bowed slightly, it seems that Ping'er has not put down his martial arts, and this hand-held qi body method has surpassed him.

Lin Shu naturally has never practiced light skills, but because he has cultivated his swordsmanship and palm skills to the extreme, his control over his muscles is already very strong, and it is still very simple to speed up himself.

The streets in the city of Fuzhou are vertical and horizontal, Lin Zhennan took Lin Shudong to turn around, and turned to the west, this road is obviously often walked, never hesitated on the fork in the road, ran out of more than two miles, and turned into an alley on the side of a stone bridge.

Lin Shu followed to the end of the alley, and the two flew up to the house and entered the wall of a large house.

The big house has a black door and white walls, and there is an old vine coiled on the wall, which is the ancestral house of the Lin family.

Lin Shu recalled the memories of the original body, vaguely remembering that he often came here when he was a child, but it was not uncommon when he grew up, how could the dilapidated ancestral house have the comfort of a brilliant dart game.

Lin Zhennan raised his hand to push the door open, layers of dust fell, the two took out the prepared candles and lit them, and shone around, the corners were covered with cobwebs.

"It's been a long time since you've been back, and you've moved out of here since your great-grandfather founded the game, only coming back once in a while. After so many years, your great-grandfather is gone, your grandfather's family is gone, and no one has returned. ”

Lin Zhennan sighed again and again.

Lin Shu reminded softly: "Dad, let's go to the Buddha Hall first, the house can't cover the fire." ”

"Yes, let's go to the Buddha Hall first. ”

Lin Zhennan came to his senses and took Lin Shu to the backyard. After passing through several rooms, I came to the Buddha Hall.

In the center of the Buddha hall hangs an ink painting, which depicts the back of the ancestor of Bodhidharma. There is an old futon on the west side of the Buddhist hall, and there are wooden fish, bell chimes, and a stack of books on the table.

Lin Shu took a book casually, and suddenly the dust was on his face, he had to cover his mouth and nose with his sleeves, and gently shake off the dust on the book, it turned out to be a Nanhua Sutra.

"It's just ordinary sutras. Lin Zhennan held the candlestick on the side, saw Lin Shu's movements, and said with a smile.

Lin Shu smiled awkwardly and put the scripture down.

"The robe is so big, it should be easy to find, Dad, is there any secret door in this Buddhist hall?" ”

In fact, Lin Shu already knew where the robe was hidden, and just glanced at the roof pointed by Bodhidharma's right hand in the portrait, and it was here that the original book found the robe.

But at this time, you can't directly remind Lin Zhennan, you can only look for opportunities.

"There is no secret door, you just read too many novels. If so, don't you know that your father and I grew up here?"

Lin Zhennan quipped while flipping through the futon.

Lin Shu pretended to be looking for it, and looked curiously at the ink painting hanging in front of the hall, as if he wanted to see every detail of the whole painting thoroughly.

Lin Zhennan rummaged around, came back and saw Lin Shu's fascinated appearance, and explained: "This painting is the Dharma Patriarch of Shaolin, and it was painted by your great-grandfather himself. ”

Then he asked, "Do you suspect that Ping'er has something to do with this painting?"

Lin Shu pretended to be mysterious and said: "Daddy, look at the hands of Bodhidharma in the portrait......"

Lin Zhennan fixed his eyes and saw that in the portrait, Bodhidharma had his back to the two people, his left hand was behind his back, as if he was holding a sword trick, and his right index finger pointed to the roof.

"This ...... Quirky indeed. Lin Zhennan muttered to himself. I've seen it many times before, but I didn't think there was anything strange about it, but today I was reminded by Ping'er, and I only felt that this painting was weird and abnormal.

"Daddy, you might as well try it, maybe this is a hint left by your great-grandfather. Lin Shu suggested.

Lin Zhennan thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

He stood up, aimed his palms at the point of Bodhidharma's index finger in the picture, and struck the roof.

With a bang, the mud and dust fell in a row.

Just when Lin Zhennan was disappointed, a red thing fell from the roof, and it was a robe.

Lin Zhennan stretched out his hand to catch it, and the expression on his face changed from surprise to ecstasy.

It was really found, it really existed.

Lin Zhennan couldn't stop sighing in his heart.

"Daddy, is this the secret of the great ancestor's domination of the martial arts?"

Lin Shu stared at it and saw that the robe seemed to be vaguely filled with countless small characters.

Lin Zhennan quickly unfolded his robe, looked at it intently, and his frightened face was like earth.

I saw that the first method of the sword spectrum was: "Martial arts are dominant, swing the sword from the palace!"

When Lin Shu saw Lin Zhennan's face, he knew that it was really right.

Lin Zhennan took the robe and looked at the ten lines, his face became more and more solemn, and he was gloomy as if he was about to drip water.

Just when Lin Shu was a little impatient, Lin Zhennan let out a long sigh.

"Daddy, what's wrong, but the sword spectrum is wrong?" Lin Shu asked pretending to be eager.

Lin Zhennan shook his head weakly, and said with a wry smile: "Ping'er, you are going to be disappointed, I'm afraid this sword spectrum is not so easy to cultivate." ”

"Why?"

Lin Zhennan handed the robe in his hand to Lin Shu and said, "Take a look for yourself." ”

Lin Shu has made a sword spectrum, and as expected, the premise of cultivating a sword spectrum is to cut off children and grandchildren.

He pretended to be shocked and shouted, "How is this possible......!

"I'm afraid that your grandfather and grandfather are not the heirs of Yuantu Gong, but the righteous sons who were adopted to hide people's eyes. Lin Zhennan looked a little melancholy.

"This ...... Not necessarily, maybe it was the sword spectrum that the great-ancestor cultivated after marrying his wife and having children?" Lin Shu said with relief.

"Do you know why the sword score is copied on this robe, just because Yuantu Gong was originally a monk, and the Buddha hall in the ancestral house is also because of this. ”

"You must wonder how I know, it's all written on the back of the robe. Lin Zhennan smiled miserably.

"Yuantu Gong practiced this sword technique before returning to the world, how did he give birth to two children after returning to the world?"

Lin Zhennan has worked hard for the Lin family and Fuwei Dart Bureau all his life, and his life has passed half a hundred, and he was suddenly told that his father was not born by his grandfather, how did he accept this?

Lin Shu stepped forward and comforted: "Even if the great-ancestor has no heirs, but the blood relationship between you and your grandfather is not fake, and the blood relationship between your father and me cannot be faked, isn't this enough?"

Lin Zhennan was silent for a long time, and said with a wry smile: "Your father has lived so much, but he hasn't seen it thoroughly as you kid, it's really in vain." ”

"That's it, since the thing has been found, let's go back first, don't let your mother wait, go back and study the sword spectrum. Don't secretly practice the above kung fu!"

Lin Zhennan glared at Lin Shu, blew out the candle and walked out.

Lin Shu extinguished the candle and hurriedly followed.

The two returned the way they came, and after a short time, they were back in the game.