Princess Against the World

Pushing open the courtyard door, Feng Chenglin couldn't help but gasped: "Wow... If it were me, living in a place like this, I wouldn't want to leave!"

In the small courtyard, various flowers and plants are blooming, and the fragrance is fragrant.

Ling Luoyu frowned slightly and stared around: "The aura here is even stronger..."

She raised her eyes slightly and looked at the majestic palace not far away.

"The place where Xingjun lives should be a spring of spiritual energy. All spiritual energy pours out from there... Therefore, the spiritual energy in this small courtyard is also very abundant!"

Feng Chenglin rubbed his shoulders and walked towards the bamboo house in front of him.

The door of the bamboo house was slightly opened, revealing a gap, and the furniture and furnishings inside were vaguely visible.

"Third Young Master, this house is quite simple...it only contains some necessary household items. It doesn't look like it is for the most favored disciple!!"

"The people here pay attention to cultivation and don't care about enjoyment!"

Ling Luoyu opened the door, looked at the room, and raised his eyebrows.

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

To have a pure mind and few desires, to eat and sleep in the open air, is what no cultivator wants.

Because no one can pursue spiritual practice in wealth!

Only a very few people with perseverance can give up their glory and wealth to practice hard 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's called a bedroom, but it's just a bed, a quilt, and a wardrobe.

In the study room, there are six bookshelves full of books, large and small, arranged in a disorderly manner.

Feng Chenglin searched all three rooms and couldn't find Dingmiao, so he couldn't help but frown.

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

Without seeing Dingmiao, they couldn't make their next plan.

More importantly, they are not sure whether the Ding Temple is here!

Feng Chenglin's complaint did not resonate with Ling Luoyu, and he couldn't help but look sideways.

"Third Young Master, what are you doing?"

Ling Luoyu was at the desk in the study, quietly looking down at a book on the table.

"Fat man, come here..."

"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 unique copy!!"

"The secret of Miao's organization...picture...Miao..."

Feng Chenglin raised his head in surprise and looked at Ling Luoyu in disbelief.

"This is the... secret of the Miao family??"

"should be!"

"...I thought that everything in the Miao family was passed down through inheritance. I didn't expect that there are actually books..."

"This secret book is probably not left by the serious ancestor of the Miao family. It should be a side branch... because the Miao family has a method of blood inheritance, and it will never be passed on to future generations in this way!!"

The inheritance of the Miao family is only passed down by the descendants of the head of the Miao family.

As for the other Miao family members, they can only gain knowledge through secrets to practice.

"That……"

Feng Chenglin took a breath and looked at the bookshelf.

"There are so many books on the bookshelf, but only this one...the book named Miao is placed on the table. Third Young Master, what do you say..."

Only Dingmiao would care so much about the Miao family's belongings.

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

so--

"It should be him!!"

Ling Luoyu took a breath and looked thoughtfully at the small garden outside the window.

"It seems that his life is better than we imagined!!"