Shinto monks in modern times

The flowers and trees outside the window are beautiful, and the tall trees have luxuriant leaves, which block the sun.

Feng Chu woke up to the crisp sound of birdsong.The greening of the villa area is well done, and the birds, which are almost extinct in the city, often appear in this residential area.

He didn't sleep well.

I thought about a lot of things last night, and fell asleep on a chair in a daze, but now I woke up on the bed in the study.Young Master Feng stared at the ceiling unconsciously for a long while, and when he sat up, he saw the boy standing against the wall, flipping a book in his hand.

Crusty, brown, heavy.

It's a family tree.

Feng Chu put on his clothes and stood beside the young man: "What are you looking at?" Tuomeng, ancient people... These words let him understand that this "Feng Yi" in front of him is not an ordinary person, so people can find the well-hidden man. There is nothing surprising about the actual genealogy.

The young man looked up and stared at his face for a long time, as if he was missing someone through him, there was a sense of regret in his eyes: "This is my elder brother."

The record he rubbed with his fingers was the ninth generation patriarch: Feng Yi.

Feng Chu's heart beat faster, and his voice trembled a little: "What about you?"

Hundreds of years ago, the Feng family was still very large and had a large number of people, but this genealogy only recorded the descendants of the direct descendants inhumanely, and there may be a more detailed genealogy that was lost in a long time.

In addition to the patriarch Feng Yi, the ninth generation's direct lineage also has another member, Feng Xiazhi.

Feng Chu already had a premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, the young man stared blankly at the records on the genealogy with a remote look, and sighed for a while, "This is me. Xiazhi is my name."

Feng Yi was 17 years old, a young man with high aspirations, who insisted on leaving the villa to wander the rivers and lakes, violating the precepts of her ancestors, she should have been expelled from the villa and severed ties.

At that time, his father was dead, and his eldest brother was like a father. Feng Yi, 30, was under great pressure to crown his younger brother who was under [-] in advance, taking the character Xiazhi and putting him on the family tree.

flawed.

No one is perfect, and jade has flaws, why should we always pay attention to it and demand perfection in everything?

I only wish that the original heart remains the same, and I wish you peace and joy.

After that, "Young Master Cherishing Flowers" Feng Yi walked around the world alone, wearing a light robe and wearing a gentle belt, exuding countless fragrances, until he was besieged and fell off a cliff, and his life and death were unknown, and no one knew his relationship with the Feng Family Villa.

He only said that his name was Feng Yi, without words.

——The one recorded in the genealogy is not Feng Yi, but Feng Xiazhi.

"...Ancestor?" Feng Chu hesitated.

Feng Yi nodded in response, and said with a smile: "I don't know much about this era. I don't understand much about today's industry. Shen Qi told me that there are a lot of family property now, and some people are restless, but you are Feng Yi As a direct descendant of the family, I am naturally on your side."

Is there a difference between concubine and concubine?

Is this the reason?

As an adult who received modern education and grew up to be in his 20s, Feng Chu felt that he was a bit bad.

"...Do you really believe it? I'm kidding you." The young man blinked his eyes, brushed his fingers across his lips, and said slowly: "The arc here is exactly the same as in memory. You are the elder brother's blood, and I have the same bloodline." Same origin, that's enough."

Feng Yi snorted and laughed: "Could it be that I have been practicing for many years, and I am still trapped in the views of mere concubine?"

The young head of the family: "..." Isn't this really Secondary School?

The amount of information is huge.

During the meal, Feng Chu was still immersed in his own thoughts, he picked up vegetables absently, and ate three celery sticks that he didn't touch at all.

The housekeeper, Uncle Chang, looked at the young master's expression worriedly, thinking secretly: Has the young master's taste changed?

While the second youngest became less picky eaters, the eldest young one became even more picky eaters. Is this called feng shui rotation?The old housekeeper diverged his thoughts.

"Meow~" Kitten Lingling glanced at the cat food in front of her eyes, then at the food in the owner's bowl, let out a soft cry, and pushed her own bowl to the owner's hand.

Feng Yi: "What's wrong?"

The little black cat raised its head, stretched out its paws to point to the cat food, then pointed to the food, tried to open its eyes wide, and called softly: "Meow~"

Feng Yi quickly understood what the cat meant: "Do you want to exchange?"

"Meow~"

Feng Chu stopped lightly: "Cats can't eat human food."

A sign of a quarrel!The old butler immediately laughed and started a long speech: "Second young master, cats really can't eat salty food. Their digestive organs are different from ours. You used to pay attention to this."

Seeing that Feng Yi was still looking at the kitten, the butler continued: "How about we buy some cat food with different flavors for Lingling? I'll ask Mama Wang to cook some meat for her later."

Well, there is a vertical line in the middle of the cat's eyes... What was in her mind was completely different from what the old housekeeper had in mind, Feng Yi pushed the cat's warm little body: "Did you hear that? You can't eat this."

The kitten jumped off the ground unhappily and left.

This little episode didn't bring much disturbance to life. When Feng Chu walked up to the second floor, there were still some thoughts in his mind that he would never have had in the past——

The legendary gods, ghosts, and monsters all seem to exist.So somewhere in this house, there won't be any earth-bound spirits, right?

After living for so many years, Feng Chu, who suddenly found himself afraid of ghosts, was very troubled.

The door to the new world opened unexpectedly.

However, now that the ancestor version of Feng Yi is here, at least it can play the role of a town house, right?

"Meow~＞▽<" When he walked past the door of Feng Yi's room, a soft meow of happy cats came to his ears, Feng Chu was taken aback, and knocked on the door.

After a strange sound, a voice came from inside: "Come in."

There was nothing suspicious about the picture in front of him.

The little black cat was lying on the quilt, revealing its white belly. It was being elated by the owner's tickling attack. Its big cat eyes were narrowed, and it seemed to be enjoying itself very much.

Feng Yi sat on the edge of the bed with no abnormal expression on her face: "What's the matter?"

There is no trace, no smell, but something is always wrong.Feng Chu frowned, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Did you feed it vegetables?"

The boy admitted generously: "I was discovered by you."

Feng Chu: "..."

Can this look really hold a house? !

"Don't worry, I rubbed its stomach with spiritual power, and there will be no sequelae." Feng Yi explained: "Well, in the words of this era, Jianweixiaoshi tablets?"

"Meow~"

Feng Chu: "...I have business to do." He took a deep breath: "Old Ancestor, you..."

The boy made a pause gesture, with a strange look on his face: "Don't call me that, it sounds like a hapless old man who cultivates demons, just call me by my name." ←For Chu Chu, you are indeed an old man, let's accept the reality ==

"Or do you just want to call your brother by that name?"

"No." Feng Chu sat on the only chair in the room: "Feng Yi, will you continue to be an actor?"

"Is there an identity that attracts more fans than an actor?"

"Probably not."

"I will continue to do it."

Feng Chu didn't go into the reason, but said: "You own 21% of Feng's shares, and your signature is legally binding on some documents. If you sign your name to fans in the future, I'm afraid Someone will fish in troubled waters."

Feng Yi thought for a second: "How about replacing it with a seal? It is stipulated that my signature and seal must exist at the same time for it to be legally effective."

"Nice idea. We can sign an agreement like this first, and let only the cronies know."

"I will get the seal, and it will be placed where ordinary people can't find it."

A certain mortal: "..."

Brother's question is over, it's the turn of 'brother'.

Feng Yi's opening was simple and rude: "When will you have a son? The incense of the Feng family cannot be broken."

"..." Feng Chu said stiffly, "I don't have anyone I like yet."

"I heard from the housekeeper that you have been taking care of the family property all these years. You have never had a companion, nor are you attached to Qin Lou Chu Guan. You are still a virgin." Feng Yi looked at the appearance and figure of the descendants, and nodded with satisfaction: "If It doesn't matter if you don't like women, it doesn't matter if you don't want to get married, isn't there a surrogate now? I checked on the Internet, and the price is not expensive."

Feng Chu: "..." Ancestor, you are really trendy.

The president said that if there is no date at the age of 30, he will consider this suggestion.

The next day, Feng Chu, who was appraised by the outside world as "a strong man who cannot be defeated by any storm", felt that he might not live to be 30 years old.

The earth is still very cold, and the dawn is slightly bright.

At five o'clock in the morning, he was woken up by Feng Yi, and thrown into a bathtub filled with warm medicinal soup that appeared at an unknown time.After soaking in the bath for an hour, which was both painful and refreshing, Feng Yi took him out, asked him to put on the exercise clothes, and started practicing from the Tai Chi step.

According to Feng Yi's words: "The successor of the Feng family doesn't know martial arts? What a joke!"

Feng Chu: "..."

The author has something to say: My brother's mood is very delicate, and he is completely powerless to resist in front of his ancestors_(:з"∠)_

Now you all know who the typo "Feng Yi" in the previous chapters is. The past cannot be traced back, writing memories made me cry, the abuse point is so low. The 'is from my Baidu.