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Feng Yizhen slumped down on the sofa in frustration.

Feng Qiyan picked up the fragments of the spiritual root on the table, and looked at them carefully under the light, "It turns out that the spiritual root looks like this when it is taken out."

"Be careful, it's already fragmented. If you break it even harder, you won't be able to put it back together if you find other fragments."

Feng Qiyan said, "You have some common sense, okay? Spiritual roots can't be broken by ordinary external force. How about I drop one and show you?"

"roll."

"However, you just said that you found other fragments... Do you want to mend the spiritual roots of spiritual cultivation?"

Feng Yizhen said, "I have this idea. In fact, Lingxiu has always wanted to practice, but because his spiritual root is broken, he has no other choice but to be an ordinary person willingly."

Feng Qiyan put the spirit root back on the table, "Actually, it's good to be an ordinary person."

"That's what you say, but isn't this thing also a siege? People who go in want to go out, and people who go out want to come in."

"About repairing the spiritual roots, do you have any direction?"

Feng Yizhen said, "I read an ancient book at my grandfather's. It contains detailed records. It is not difficult for me to repair it. The difficulty is to collect all the fragments."

"Then do you know where to find the fragments? It's been 20 years, and you just said that he didn't feel Chaxiu being so close to Lingxiu. Reactive, you don’t know how many pieces the fragments are broken into, and you don’t know where they fell, but you only know a repair method, and you don’t know how many years it will take to repair it.”

Feng Yizhen said, "Look slowly, there will always be a way."

"Oh."

Feng Yizhen said, "You are very strange today, why are you so concerned about this all of a sudden?"

"How can I say that I also watched you and Bu Lingxiu grow up, the eldest brother is like a father, what's wrong with caring?"

"Fuck your elder brother like a father, if you want to be a father, hurry up and have a baby with your sister-in-law, don't disgust me and Bu Lingxiu."

Feng Qiyan said, "So you really can't think of a way to find the spirit root fragments, can you?"

Feng Yi said angrily, "No."

Feng Qiyan said, "I can help you."

"You? Help me?" Feng Yi really felt that he had heard something incredible, "Feng Qiyan, did you have a brain problem today?"

"I have only one condition. After I tell you these things, you can't go to Dad."

Feng Yi was really confused when he heard this, "Hey bro, are you and dad having trouble breaking up recently?"

Feng Qiyan said to himself, "Bu Lingxiu is the strongest inheritor of the power of the real dragon. His spiritual root fragments have the residual power of the power of the real dragon, so he can maintain the life of ordinary monsters. It is also a great supplement to those super monsters. In short, you can understand it as an enhanced version of Tang Monk meat."

Feng Yizhen was dumbfounded, "Brother, are you serious?"

"I'm serious. So if you want to find the fragments of Bu Lingxiu, you can start with monsters. Back then, Bu Lingxiu's spiritual roots were broken and the fragments were scattered, so they were snatched by many monsters. Spiritual root fragments cannot be digested, they can only be consumed , 20 years is not enough for these monsters to consume the power of the real dragon."

"The power of the real dragon? The legendary guardian god of the southern kingdom, the real dragon?"

Feng Qiyan said, "Yes."

"How could Bu Lingxiu be the successor of the power of the real dragon?"

"Otherwise, why do you think Mr. Bu is so strong?"

"So what you mean is that you want me to catch monsters one by one, and then use Bu Lingxiu's blood to test if there are any fragments of spiritual roots in their bodies?"

"Yes."

Feng Yizhen said, "Brother, from looking for a wife to looking for fragments, why did you come up with such...inefficient plans?"

The fruit knife on the table suddenly came out of its sheath and stabbed Feng Yizhen.

But when it reached between the eyebrows, it suddenly fell into Feng Yizhen's hands with a crisp crashing sound as if it had hit something.

Feng Yizhen threw the knife casually and returned it to its original position.

"It's too much, you are murder."

Feng Qiyan said, "This is just a small punishment for your disrespect to your brother."

"I won't do this, I'm in trouble." Feng Yizhen said, "Let Bu Lingxiu's spiritual root be broken."

"Is the socialist brotherhood between you so plastic?"

"As for me, I don't like to bother others, so it's best for others not to bother me."

"You really don't think about it?"

"Hey brother, I can't find a wife in six months, so I'm going to take it with a dog. I'm not in the mood to find a spiritual root for Bu Lingxiu. After I find a wife, I can help him find it slowly."

"If I say that if the spiritual root is not completed, Bu Lingxiu will die?"

Feng Yizhen suddenly raised his head.

"What do you mean?"

Feng Qiyan said, "I went to Bu's hometown yesterday afternoon to deliver something to Auntie, and I heard Dad chatting with Grandpa Bu."

"What are you talking about?"

"They lied to us all the time. The spiritual roots are broken, and Bu Lingxiu can only live to be 30 years old."

Feng Yi was really silent.

After a long time, he said, "Are we considered brothers and sisters? I can only live for six months, and he can only live for six years."

Feng Qiyan went back to the house, Feng Yizhen sat on the sofa for a while, stood up and went out.

He walked to the entrance of the yard, and at the corner on the opposite side of the road, a black Porsche almost merged with the night.

Feng Yizhen went to the co-pilot, pulled the door, and it opened.

Feng Yizhen sat in unceremoniously, and Kang Zhuang inside held the steering wheel with one hand, propped his chin on the window frame with the other, and turned to look at him, "What's the matter with you?"

Feng Yizhen didn't look at him, his eyes fell on the front and didn't know where he was, "You've been downstairs at my house for an hour, what's the matter?"

Kang Zhuang tapped the steering wheel with his hand, "Is it some kind of sensory ability?"

"Yes."

Kang Zhuang said, "Are you from a family of celestial masters?"

"Yes."

"That is to say, you guys know how to practice... something like that?"

"Yes."

"So there are supernatural things like monsters and ghosts in the world?"

"Yes. You saw two of them today, Chaxi and Duoxi. You also saw Bu Lingxiu's spiritual root, the space where time passes at different speeds, and the floor that suddenly sucked us in."

"Ah."

Feng Yizhen said, "You don't seem too surprised."

"Some supernatural phenomena have appeared on my body." Kang Zhuang said, "I'm already surprised."

Feng Yizhen finally turned to look at him, "You're done asking, now it's my turn. What's your purpose in being a tutor?"

The two looked at each other, but there was no tenderness in their eyes, but suspicion and suspicion.

Kang Zhuang said, "I am 47 years old."

Feng Yizhen said, "Put P, ​​can you use dim sum to deceive people? You don't look like 47 anymore."

"That's what's supernatural about me."

"Rejuvenation?"

Kang Zhuang said, "Not exactly. Rejuvenation should be in the same timeline, my body changed from 47 to 27. But the current situation is that I am still 27 years old, but I have 20 more years of memory. I don't know At the age of 47, I was reborn 20 years ago, and at the age of 27, I was indoctrinated with memories of 20 years."

Feng Yizhen said, "This is the secret you said."

"Yes."

"Then why do you want to be a tutor? What does this have to do with your rebirth?"

"I was guided here." Kang Zhuang said.

That was the sixth day of Kang Zhuang's return to his 27th year.

He searched for the answer but couldn't understand it, and wandered alone in the street.

Kang Zhuang didn't believe in any gods and Buddhas at first, but what happened to him was too bizarre. When he passed by a temple, he walked in to take a look.

He stood in front of the main hall, did not kneel down, just stood, looking at the statue inside.

Surprisingly, what is enshrined in the temple is not Guanyin Bodhisattva or Tathagata Buddha, but a dragon.

……

"Dragon?" Feng Yizhen frowned, "I've never heard of a temple dedicated to dragons."

Kang Zhuang motioned him not to interrupt.

……

"Does this gentleman have worries in his heart?"

A voice suddenly appeared behind him, and Kang Zhuang was taken aback. He turned around and saw an old man holding a cane standing behind him.

"No worries, just looking around."

The old man said with a smile, "If you don't have worries, you can't enter this place."

Not getting in, not getting in.

The old man's words made Kang Zhuang feel a little strange, but he didn't get to the bottom of it, "Is the old man the steward of this temple?"

The old man shook his head, "It's just a frequent visitor, not in charge."

Kang Zhuang said, "There's no introduction here either. I don't know which god is enshrined?"

The old man said, "A real dragon."

"Real dragon?"

"Do you know the Southern Kingdom in history?"

Kang Zhuang said, "Is it that legendary country that has existed for thousands of years, but there is no historical record, and it is still unclear when the country was established and when it was destroyed?"

"I didn't expect you to know this. You are so knowledgeable. The real dragon enshrined here is the patron saint of the southern kingdom."

"I thought the Southern Kingdom was just a fabricated myth."

"Hahaha." The old man laughed, "Who can tell the truth if history is true or false?"

The old man continued, "What's more, a person's life is so short, even if he sees through the truth, sometimes it's just the truth that he thinks is the truth."

Kang Zhuang remained silent.

The old man said, "Mr.'s troubles actually have a solution."

Kang Zhuang said, "You don't know why I am troubled, and how do you know the solution?"

The old man smiled slyly, "Sir, I admit that I am troubled."

Kang Zhuang said, "The old man lives such a transparent life, if I still hide it in front of you, it will appear that I am clumsy."

The old man said with a smile, "We are destined to meet each other. On this piece of paper, there may be a solution."

……

"And he gave you a piece of paper? What was written on it?"

Kang Zhuang took out a paper from his pocket and handed it to Feng Yizhen, who opened it:

My son can't pass CET-[-], so I need a reliable English tutor.

Phone: 123456789

"Damn! Isn't this the little ad that my dad sent me that you showed me before?"

Kang Zhuang said, "That's why I came to teach you."

The corners of Feng Yizhen's eyes twitched, "Do you believe him? No matter how you look at it, it looks like a bluff."

"I thought I was being teased by the old man, but I returned to that place the next day." Kang Zhuang said.

"However, that temple is gone."

The author has something to say: Bu Lingxiu: Thank you restrict for the cute second mine!

Feng Yizhen: This is someone who cast mine the day before yesterday, why did you thank me today?

Bu Lingxiu: Blame me, old thief Xing threw all the articles in the manuscript box and left it alone

Feng Yizhen: Okay

Kang Zhuang: You also forgot the nutrient solution, thank you

Bu Lingxiu: Oh oh oh I'm coming now!Thanks to the three friends of Thousand Waters Night, Bungee Jumping, and Lishu for their nutrient solution!Hey, wait a minute, Xing Zhichu also voted

Feng Yizhen: You're such a thief, old thief Xing gave himself a nutrient solution!

Bu Lingxiu: (sighs) This may be the last struggle of an author whose work is not read by anyone.