Misidentifying his own father: the supernatural son, the spiritual doctor mother

Chapter 172 The Secret of Fire Dragon Lake [6]

"What do you mean, you also think that this painting might have been secretly put in the cabinet by your ancestors?" Lin Xiaoling looked at the strange painting, "But why did they put something like a children's painting in it?" How about going to the secret room?"

Nangong Chenyan was also puzzled.

"Is it possible that he put it here randomly?" Lin Xiaoling raised an idea.

Nangong Chenyan shook his head: "Look at the height of the cabinet. I have to raise my hand to put it in. It's definitely not a good place to put it."

"After 1000 years, has this secret room not changed at all?" They are all wooden cabinets, which have been eaten by insects thousands of times, right?

"It is said that the bookcases in the secret room are all made of sacred wood brought by Taizu from the bottom of the sea, which will not be eaten by moths, and can live forever without rot."

There is such a magic wood?

It seems to be the same. If it can grow on the bottom of the sea, the wood may not rot. The sea water is salty and humid. The wood that can grow there must be able to compete with it. "

"What about the location?" Maybe the cabinet wasn't at this height back then.

"Come with me." Nangong Chenyan took her hand and walked in, "Look."

Lin Xiaoling looked up, but he didn't expect that the secret room was really big. When he entered the door, he saw a whole row of bookshelves, and then he stayed on the genealogy tree, so there was no possibility of going back. He didn't expect that there were several rows of bookshelves behind. Many of them are small cabinets with doors one by one, and some of them are written about palace esoteric sects, and there are also genealogies. From the first generation to hundreds of generations, a total of a thousand generations are written.

In other words, there are as many as a thousand small cabinets for the family tree.

"Your ancestors are crazy, who is still writing after a thousand generations?" Lin Xiaoling was a little tongue-tied.

"I think it's because there are too many woods to use up." Nangong Chenyan raised his eyebrows.

Lin Xiaoling said angrily, "It's not funny at all."

"In fact, this secret room was built according to the wishes of Taizu and Queen Longyin. It is said that Fengshui is very beneficial to our Nangong family. The layout cannot be changed at will. There is a legend that the entire Burning City belongs to a giant dragon, and this secret room is Longan, the Taizu set up a feng shui array here to gather the dragon energy to the Nangong family, so as to maintain the Nangong family's rule over Dongzhi Kingdom for generations to come."

This is the ideal of every emperor. From Qin Shihuang looking for the elixir of life to the emperors of all dynasties, they all hope that they can live for ten thousand years. When you have reached the top of your life, there is no possibility of upward progress. Then, Let yourself live longer, and it will become the only goal.

Lin Xiaoling didn't write to blaspheme the ancestors of the Nangong family, nor did she want to destroy the beautiful ideals of the Nangong family, but just brought the topic back to the painting in her hand: "So, this painting should be specially put in by Taizu?"

"It should be like this." Nangong Chenyan nodded.

"That's weird, why did your Taizu put this kid's graffiti work?"

"Maybe it's not a child's work?" Nangong Chenyan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Look around the golden egg, the edge line is very even, it doesn't seem like a child can draw it."

"Do you know how to draw?" Lin Xiaoling thought for a while, "I've only drawn bones and nerve lines. It seems that the control of the brush is a bit troublesome, and the thickness will be uneven."

She looked at this painting with modern eyes, but even if she really looked at it with modern eyes, the three-dimensional effect of the golden paint used is quite good, and it really doesn't look like a child can do it.

(End of this chapter)