The woman in white and the woman in black thought about it for a long time, and they didn't understand where the deep merit power of the food in the treasure came from, but there was one thing that the two of them agreed on, that is, the treasure is very, very important, except for Guo Dalu, the treasure is the object that the two of them must protect even if their skills are lost, because as long as there is a treasure, the lost power can be quickly made up, and if the treasure is lost, the two are still just an ordinary termite and a small dragon punished by heaven.

The woman in white and the woman in black decided to go further and step up their cultivation, so that they would never appear in the world until they were absolutely exhausted.

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty.

If the woman in white and the woman in black don't have the ability to protect Guo Dalu and the treasures, then the gods and monsters from all walks of life can slap Guo Dalu in order to compete for the treasures.

The woman in black suddenly asked, "Those little termites are his children?"

The woman in white blushed slightly and shook her head: "Although I am happy with my master, I only have a soul relationship and a spirit that is in harmony, and I don't get his rain and dew, so although I now have the ability to lay eggs and give birth, what I give birth to is only an empty shell that I can drive, but I don't have a true soul, so I can't count it as his child." ”

The woman in black breathed a sigh of relief, speaking of which, the woman in white can't really be counted as his woman, and she is not too late, fortunately, fortunately.

Early the next morning, after Guo Dalu got up, he was dragged by Guo Jin to find the old village chief, saying that he wanted to relist the family tree for him - when Guo Dalu was "lost", because of his young age, he had not had time to go to the family tree. The children of poor families are not easy to feed, in order to hide their birthdays, so as not to be accepted by Lord Yama early, many people only give their children genealogy after the age of ten.

Now that Guo Dalu has "returned", he has grown into a strong young man, and he has officially entered the yellow book in the yamen, which is equivalent to having an official identity and household registration, and it is logical to go to the family tree.

Guo Dalu muttered in his heart, my authentic Lao Tzu doesn't know what his surname is or what genealogy he is, but looking at Guo Jinxing's head, he didn't want to refute his intentions, so he followed him to find the old village chief's house.

As soon as the old village chief Zhu heard the meaning, he agreed in one bite, originally opened the ancestral hall, and it was a very solemn event to enter the family tree, always burn incense and salute, put a whole chicken and put a piece of cold pork or something, but Houlong Village has been poor for a long time, so there is not so much attention, Zhu Lao Village Chief turned out three sticks of fine incense from the stove side of his house, and took Guo Jin and Guo Dalu to the ancestral hall.

On the way, I happened to meet Brother Hao who came to find Guo Dalu - Brother Hao has now become Guo Dalu's follower, if he used to find Guo Dalu or out of the mentality of repaying his gratitude, now he has admired Guo Dalu so much, a dung pit can toss out such a big movement, the two dung pits in the bazaar are now full of human fertilizer, and the village has sent more than ten strong laborers to pull the cart, which is enough for the whole village to use.

Not to mention that Guo Dalu also saved the big girl, and gave fifty taels of silver to the whole village as soon as he changed hands.

In Brother Hao'er's eyes, Guo Dalu regards money as dung, puts righteousness first, saves orphans and widows from desperate situations, and is a real hero!

Brother Hao immediately spread the news of the genealogy on Guo Dalu, and soon, not only the stupid big man waited for the children to come, but also the big girl sisters, and the villagers such as Zhou Carpenter and Li Dayan also came.

Guo Dalu followed the old village chief Zhu to the ancestral hall, the ancestral hall is actually a small temple, and it is also a size, but the table is not a clay sculpture of the gods and Buddhas, but a genealogy of yellow table paper, the old village chief Zhu washed his hands, looked solemn, patted the ashes on his clothes, and saluted the genealogy - in fact, this genealogy should be called the Houlong Village roster, which is not just a family tree with one surname, but many surnames are registered on it.

The old village chief Zhu found the surname Guo - there are only two names on it, one is Guo Jin, and the other is Guo - that is a cheap old lady that Guo Dalu has never met, and the villagers of Houlong Village have been exiled here because of the defeated army, and the original genealogy has been cut off, and there are only two generations at most who recuperate here, so the new genealogy is relatively simple. Otherwise, the genealogy of a surname alone would be as old as a footwrap.

The old village chief Zhu took the cinnabar pen and wrote the words "Guo Dalu" on the back of Guo Jin.

Well, Guo Dalu is officially settled. Since then, there is no one in this world, only Guo Dalu.

Guo Dalu also learned to salute the genealogy.

He really got a little serious, because, if nothing else, he would live forever in Houlong Village, marry and have children, and the names of his wife and children would continue to be written on this genealogy.

The old village chief Zhu put back the family tree, turned around, coughed, and was about to say a few words to Guo Dalu, which is indispensable to be a man in the future, respect the old and love the young, etc., suddenly, Guo Jin groped a step forward: "Old village chief, please trouble you to test our big road." ”

Old Village Chief Zhu was stunned: "Take a test? When Guo Dalu was born, didn't he test it?"

Guo Jin closed his eyes and looked at the old village chief: "It's been a long time, and I've long forgotten it." ”

Guo Dalu muttered in his heart beside him, take a test, what to measure? Test the eight characters? Give me a fortune teller? This person of the Great Li Dynasty is really superstitious.

However, fortune telling is still popular even in the 21st century, and young people with fresh pictures not only count eight characters, read the yellow calendar, but also engage in constellations, tarot cards and other foreign gadgets.

Let's test it, Guo Dalu wants to see what life he can measure--haha, it's interesting to calculate how many wives he can ask for and have children in his life.

Old Village Chief Zhu sighed slightly: "Then let's measure it, it's not troublesome." ”

Old Village Chief Zhu cleaned his hands again, saluted, and then took out a small wooden plate from behind the desk, Guo Dalu looked at it with a burst of curiosity - what is this? Compass? Isn't the compass used to look at feng shui?

The old village chief Zhu held the compass and called Carpenter Zhou to ask him to help, and Carpenter Zhou took the hand of Guo Dalu, who was curious, and quickly cut it with a knife on his finger, Guo Dalu was startled -- what is this doing? How did you move the knife? Isn't it a fortune teller with eight characters? How did it become the rhythm of dripping blood and recognizing relatives?

Could it be that to this day, Guo Jin still doesn't really believe that he is his lost son, and he wants to take this opportunity to have a blood test?

Guo Dalu knew that the thing of blood recognition could not be done accurately at all, the ancients did not have the concept of blood type, but simply thought that two different drops of blood could be fused, that is, there was a blood relationship, otherwise, it was not biological - this is not nonsense. In case his own blood and Guo Jin's blood can't be fused, I don't know how much turmoil it will cause.

Guo Dalu was nervous, and saw Carpenter Zhou pinching his fingers lightly, and dripping the blood on his hand onto the wooden plate held by the old village chief Zhu - hey, shouldn't the blood be dripped in the bowl with water?

The blood dripped into the wooden plate, and it did not seep into the wooden base, but dripped and spun in the wooden plate--Guo Dalu's eyes were about to pop out, damn it, what is this?!

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