I Can See Probability

Staying in such a manor is actually not boring.

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

Song Yuchen was originally a house girl, and she was born to endure loneliness.

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

Everything she needed for painting was in stock in Chen Jing's mustard sack.

Therefore, she looks here and there in the manor every day, walks there, takes pictures, draws some pictures, and can finish the day very leisurely.

Chen Jing practiced hard for four or five days, and after he was still unable to make progress in the spiritual line, he did not force it anymore.

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

On the sixth day, he also accompanied Song Yuchen to hang out in the village.

This whole village covers an area of ​​about 8 mu.

This scale, in places like Shanghai and Shanghai, is already very large.

Song Yuchen had been looking outside the house a few days ago. Today, after walking around in the backyard, he entered the inner house.

Actually, this villa is two-entry.

The building outside is full of foreign style and should have been built later.

There is another one at the back, which is a pure wooden attic.

Inside, there is a shrine.

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

According to the traditional generation, the 6th generation is called Tai, that is, Chen Mingxuan counts the 6th generation from his father up, that is his Taizu.

On the spiritual seat, there is written [the spiritual seat of Mr. Chen's Hongzhi].

This spiritual position is placed in the highest position.

In fact, from this point of view, the Chen Mingxuan family should also be a side branch starting from the great ancestor Chen Hongzhi.

Because the side branch does not enter the ancestral temple, it will be enshrined here.

After that is Chen Mingxuan's [Lie Zu·Chen Yuefu]!

[Tianzu·Chen Nianli]!

[Gaozu·Chen Xinghe]!

[Great-grandfather · Chen Qingyun]!

A total of five spirit positions.

In the side hall, there are other spiritual positions.

This Chen family is still relatively traditional, and female spiritual positions may be weak in terms of status, so they are all placed on the side.

"It looks scary here, Ajing, let's go and take a look."

After Song Yuchen glanced at the ancestral hall, he did not dare to enter.

However, Chen Jing touched his chin, looked at the spiritual positions, and glanced at the spiritual position of the great ancestor of Chen Mingxuan.

Then he hooked his hands and pointed again, and finally said to himself: 'Chen Xinghe? It's a bit of a coincidence, it seems that my great ancestor is also called Chen Xinghe. ’

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

But every year on Qingming Festival or Zhongyuan Festival, there is a tradition in Mingyang City that they will get some paper money, and then write on it who will be incinerated.

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

Several times, when the family was doing this ceremony, if he was too 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 great ancestor was also called Chen Xinghe.

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

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

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

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

This attic should be very old, but it is well maintained, so there is no trace of old age.

In the tea room, there is a large tea table made of black stone, and around it are stone benches that are also black stones.

For some reason, the villa in front was often cleaned and kept clean.

The wooden house in the back, in addition to looking clean on the outside, is full of dust inside.

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

A little further back, near the backyard, there is a very spacious quiet room.

It is quite spacious inside, and the ground is paved with hard bluestone slabs.

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

It's even dirtier here.

The dust has accumulated almost half a centimeter thick, and the spider webs are scattered here and there, as dense as cotton wool.

"It's strange. The ancestral hall is clean and the rest of the place is clean, but why is the tea room and this place so dirty?" Song Yuchen opened the door, 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, two old aunties would come to clean the front house every day.

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

It never affected Chen Jing's rest, but Chen Jing saw them again and again.

Obviously, they were arranged by Chen Mingxuan's house to clean up.

But since the house can be cleaned, there is no reason not to clean the wooden house in the back.

It's not like they want to be lazy.

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

How dare a servant do things for his master without hesitation?

If he really let the dust accumulate so thick at home, he would have been beaten to death by his master long ago.

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

"Forget it, I'll go to the bamboo forest over there to paint. Although this house is beautifully built, it's 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 went back to the Chen family's ancestral hall, tea room, quiet room, and read it again.

In the end, he stayed in the quiet room where the dust accumulated half a centimeter thick.

Here, he saw something very special.

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

At first, he thought that it should have been left by someone who practiced Qigong in the past~www.wuxiaspot.com~ With the power of a cultivator, it was not too difficult to leave a palm print on the bluestone.

But when he tried to hit a palm on the bluestone floor tile, he found that there was no movement. The bluestone floor tile just had some dust floating away, and the surface remained motionless.

"This stone is unusual."

To know Chen Jing's current strength, it is not a problem to open the monument and break the stone, but it can be replaced by this bluestone floor tile, but there is no power at all.

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

"Snapped!"

With one palm down again, his palms were numb, but the bluestone floor tiles were still safe and sound.

"This brick is a bit unusual. It's such a hard brick that I can't even move its fur, and these palm prints and footprints are just like being printed on mud. How big is the person who left the palm prints and footprints? strength?"