Chapter 215: The Secret of the Zhang Family Genealogy

Has our ancestral brochure lost from the Zhang family's ninety-four feet?

Uncle San was very anxious. His hand kept rubbing against his big belly, and then said to me: "I originally planned to take back the family tree and pass on the position of this patriarch to you, but..."

When Uncle Third said this, Zhang Yu and Xiaoman were by my side, and Sister Liu Qing were also there. They all looked a little curious. They probably didn't understand why my Uncle Third was so anxious after losing a ancestral book.

"Uncle San, don't worry, just talk about it slowly. What's going on?" I said to Uncle San lightly. In fact, I have always been a little curious about the ancestral book of our 94-meter-old Zhang family.

Zhang Yu poured a cup of tea for Uncle San, took a sip, gave him a breath, and then gradually told the matter.

It turned out that after Uncle San got the genealogy of our 94-meter-old Zhang family from his grandfather, he was worried that he would lose it in his own hands, so he deposited it in the world's safest, honest and best Swiss bank. However, when Uncle San went to get it back a few days ago, he found that the ancestral genealogy of our Zhang family disappeared out of thin air, and there was no clue in the bank's surveillance process.

After telling me about the incident, my third uncle looked a little decadent. Finally, he even buried his head in his hands. Uncle San also said that his cousin, who is far away in M ​​Country, will be back home this year and plans to join our genealogy.

What to do now? What to do now? Uncle San kept murmuring himself.

After a while, my father came back and learned about the loss of the family's ancestral genealogy, and his expression was also very solemn.

My father glanced at Zhang Yu, Xiaoman and Liu Qing sisters. They immediately found an excuse to walk out of the room. In fact, with their cultivation, as long as they were willing, they could hear whatever my father said here.

Although my father implied them to avoid it first, I did not use my magical power to block the room. I believe that neither of them would ever eavesdrop.

My father lit a cigarette, took a sip, and said to his third uncle: "If you are rich, don't be too self-righteous. Now it's the most important thing to find a way to get it back."

Uncle San drank a cup of tea and said with a wry smile: "I'm sorry for my father! I'm sorry for the ancestors of the nineteen-four-zhang Zhang family! I'm sorry for the children who haven't recorded their names on it."

I asked, "Uncle San, dad, is there any secret in our Zhang family's genealogy?"

Uncle San and my father heard me, looked at each other, and then remained silent for a while. After a while, my father's face was covered with thick cigarettes, and Uncle San drank the tea cleanly and even chewed the tea leaves.

The first thing I said was my third uncle. He had returned to his usual steadyness a little. He narrowed his eyes and said to me: "Yes, there is indeed a secret in the ancestral brochure of our 94-year-old man."

When my father heard the third uncle's words, he leaned on the sofa and took another cigarette.

"Can you tell me what the secret is?" I asked Uncle San.

Uncle San sighed and said, "Anyway, you will know sooner or later, Santong, have you become an immortal by practicing Taoism?"

When I heard Uncle San's words, I couldn't help but be stunned and nodded immediately.

When Uncle San and my father heard my words, their eyes flashed with excitement. Uncle San smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect it to be true, really! My sin is really...ah!"

Uncle San then murmured, "So, everything is true. There is immortality and the true spirit will last forever." After gathering the gods a little, Uncle San said to him: "The ancestor of our Zhang family is a very magical book. As long as the name of our Zhang family is recorded on it, there will always be legends. Even if the person is gone, the true spirit will be attached to it forever. When the time comes, the person with the name on it can even be resurrected."

—…%*, Wuliang, is this true?

When I heard the words of Uncle San, even with my current cultivation level, I almost got my mind out. Three big words flashed in my mind: The List of Gods. The legendary Gods Stick has such supernatural powers, but is this possible?

No wonder Uncle San, as a mortal, did not eagerly ask me how to become an immortal after knowing that I had achieved enlightenment, because I really became an immortal, which means that the magical legends of our Zhang family ancestors are also true, and Uncle San can also live with the above forever.

I couldn't help but ask, "Uncle San, what does the family tree look like?"

Uncle San thought for a moment and replied, "It's like a thick Xinhua Dictionary." He said here, and he took out a few photos from his bag and handed them to me.

I took it and saw that the ancestral score of our Zhang family in the photo is like a Xinhua Dictionary, with a light yellow back cover, but there are no patterns or words on the surface.

This seems not to be the list of gods...

My father also stretched his head and looked at the ancestral book in the photo, but suddenly asked Uncle San, "When did this photo take?"

Uncle San replied: "It's just before the bank."

My hands holding the cigarette were trembling a little, and my father immediately asked Uncle San: "You only have books in the bank? What about that?"

Pen? Could it be that it is written on the ancestral genealogy of our 9400-zhang Zhang family

When Uncle San heard my father's words, a trace of magic flashed in his eyes. He jumped up and said excitedly: "Yes, there is still a pen. The ancestor's note has been lost, but the pen has been in my hands." Uncle San hurriedly took out a brush from his bag and said: "As long as there is no such pen, there is no way to write on the ancestor's note."

When Uncle San took out the brush, a memory suddenly appeared in my mind. I remember that when I was young, I saw my grandfather holding the brush with a weird look.

Uncle San handed me the brush and said, "You can hold it, it's not safe here. If someone really knows the secret of our Zhang family's ancestor's genealogy, then he will definitely pay attention to this brush."

As soon as I took the brush from my third uncle, I immediately knew that the pen holder of the brush was made of the green trunks of the sacred tree cypress trees before the opening, and the same origin as the birch stake in the center of nine or four feet in the past. As for the pen tip, it seemed to be made of things from the same period as the pen holder.

However, there is no magic power contained on it. It looks very ordinary, but there is no trace of wear and tear.

The most peculiar thing is that the color on the pen tip is bright red and there is a faint bloody smell on it.

Uncle San said: "If you want to write a name on our ancestral brochure, you must be stained with blood to do it."

I held this magical brush in my hand, and my heart moved, and my magic power spread to it.

Suddenly, a particularly strange feeling surged into my heart.

It was as if the brush I held in my hand could draw traces anywhere between the world as long as I wanted. When my magic power surged on it, the remaining essence and blood of our Zhang family patriarchs all over the ages gave me a feeling of being even more strange, familiar, and yes, very familiar.

Just as my third uncle and my father were watching me in surprise, the brush in my hand suddenly emitted a faint red light, and the blood stains left on the tip of the pen suddenly became active, gradually moving from the tip of the pen to the tip of the pen and condensed into a very obvious blood line, and the entire tip of the pen turned snow-white.

Uncle San opened his mouth wide, and my father didn't even notice the cigarette butt that was about to burn between his fingers. Their eyes were filled with horror. Although they heard that I had become an immortal, they had never seen my magical powers. This time, when they saw the change of the brush in my hand, they must be extremely shocked.

Uncle San looked at me regretfully and said, "If I had known this, the ancestral book would have been given to you long ago."

My father took the brush from me, played with it for a while, and handed it to me, saying, "Santong, don't lose this."

I nodded to show that I knew.

"Uncle San, don't worry too much about the ancestral book. Leave it to me, I will find it back." After thinking about it, I asked Uncle San again: "Uncle San, do you think there are other people who know the secret of our ancestral book of the ancestral book of the 94-zhang Zhang family?"

Uncle San frowned slightly, exchanged glances with my father, and said, "If anyone else knows the secret of our ancestral genealogy, unless it is a descendant of the Yang family and the Liu family."

The father also jerked away, "Is it the Yang family?"

After hearing what my father said, Uncle San's eyes lit up. I'm sure they remembered the lamb and his uncles he met during a trip some time ago.

The loss of the ancestral copy is just like this for the time being. I told my third uncle and my father that I will definitely get the ancestral copy back with all my strength. When the third uncle left 94 zhang, he patted my shoulder and said, "Santong, I will leave everything to you. That ancestral copy represents the lives of hundreds of people in our Zhang family."

I understand that Uncle San is talking about the true spirit of the Zhang family above.

Zhang Yu and others were also very curious about this matter. I did not hide it and told the secret hidden in our ancestral genealogy. When they heard this, they were also shocked in their eyes.

When I took out the photo of the ancestral book and asked Liu Qing's sister Liu Wan'er, that is, Daji, she told me that this is definitely not the legendary list of gods? Daji must have known about the list of gods after the battle of the list of gods, so her tone was very certain.

But I noticed that when Queen Mother of the West and Empress Shiji saw the ancestral brochure of our Zhang family in the photo, their eyes were thoughtful.

then.

Queen Mother of the West spoke, murmured in uncertain tone: Will this book be...
Chapter completed!