When Feng Chenglin opened the gate, he couldn't help but be shocked: "Wow... If it were me, I wouldn't want to leave if I lived in such a place!"

In the courtyard, all kinds of flowers and plants bloom in a scent of fragrance.

Ling Luoyu frowned slightly, and his eyes were fixed: "The spiritual energy here is even stronger..."

Her eyes raised 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 in this small courtyard 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 is lightly closed, revealing a gap, and the furniture inside can be vaguely visible.

"San Young Master, this house is simple enough... It contains some essential household items, and it doesn't seem to be for the most favored disciples!!"

"The 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.

"Maybe, this is what Xingjun thinks..."

There is nothing that a practitioner wants to be a pure mind and has few desires, and sleeps in the open.

Because no one can seek practice in wealth and honor!

Only a very small number of perseverance can give up wealth and prosperity and cultivate themselves.

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.

It is said that it is a bedroom, but it is just a bed, a quilt and a wardrobe.

However, there were six books on the study room, which were filled with books, and were discharged in disorderly size, thin and thick.

Feng Chenglin searched all three rooms, but couldn't find the figure of Ding Temple, and couldn't help frowning.

"San Young Master, what should I do if there is no one? Should we wait here or look for it somewhere else?"

If they can't see the temple, they will not be able to make the next plan.

More importantly, they were not sure whether the temple was here!

Feng Chenglin's complaints did not resonate with Ling Luoyu, and he couldn't help but look at him.

"San Master, what are you doing?"

Ling Luoyu was quietly looking at a book on the desk in front of the study.

"Fatty, come..."

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

"This book!!"

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

"This thing is probably a lonely book!!"

"Miao's secret...photo...Miao..."

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

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

"It should be!"

"...I thought that the Miao family's things were passed down through inheritance. I didn't expect that there were books..."

"This secret book should not be left by the serious Miao ancestor, but should be a branch... Because the Miao family has a method of blood inheritance, they will never pass it on to future generations again!!"

The inheritance of the Miao family is only passed down from a single lineage of the descendants of the Miao family.

As for other Miao people, they can only gain knowledge through secret books to practice.

"That……"

Feng Chenglin took a breath and looked at the bookshelf.

"There are so many books on the bookshelf, but this one is the only one...the book surnamed Miao is placed on the table. Three Young Master, you said..."

Only by setting a temple can you care about the Miao family’s things so much.

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

so--

"It should be him!!"

Ling Luoyu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the small garden outside the window thoughtfully.

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