Chapter 407 Eighteenth generation?

Uncle Yun is in charge of the kitchen, and Yun Yin is always a long follower who is waiting for the order. Qingyan takes his men to patrol the garden, travel and guard, and work hard.

After the arrangement was made, she asked the kitchen to have a few tables and everyone had a good meal tonight.

She invited Xia Yanyi again, secretly called Lao Jia, and gave him a drink.

"Grandpa Jia, if it weren't for you, I might be so miserable! I don't know how to die if I was killed!" Xia Anan said, "You will be my dear grandpa in the future! As long as I, Xia Anan, eat it in one bite, you will never starve your family!"

Old Jiatou smiled and drank the wine: "Okay, that old man will hand over all my family to the girl. I may not be able to live long for me at this age, and they will rely on you from now on."

"What are you talking about?" Xia Anan said, "You are in good health! Good days will be long in the future!"

Old Jiatou smiled and said, "Yes! The girl has a bright future in the future, so we can enjoy it as well. It's great!"

Xia Anan: "Grandpa Jia, your skill in character testing is really good! Actually, I am particularly interested in these things. Can you teach me when you have time?"

When he mentioned this, Lao Jia asked seriously: "Does the girl understand the River Map and Luoshu, the Book of Changes and the Eight Trigrams?"

Xia Anan: "I only know a little bit of fur. My grandfather taught me! My grandfather has an ancestral book called "Yuanshi Tianjing". It records a lot of similar things, but he can understand very few, so I can't understand it even more! It feels like a heavenly book."

"Yuanshi Tianjing?" Xia Yanyi said curiously: "It sounds amazing. What kind of books? Take them to me and take them to see?"

"Okay! You can wait a moment." Xia Anan took out a ragged book from the house. The book was leather, and the words on it seemed to be branded with fire marks. The cover contained four ancient words "Yuanshi Tianjing".

This book is also one of the items to be burned for grandpa. Although it was soaked in water, the handwriting and graphics were still there.

Because no one in the family could understand, Xia Anan could barely understand a little bit of fur, and Li Dongqing gave it to her.

When Lao Jiatou saw this, his eyes were obviously dull and asked, "Where did this... come from?"

Xia Anan: "It's my ancestors! My grandfather... was passed down by my adoptive father's family! He said he was the 18th generation descendant of the Yinxian Sect, and this is the secretary of their sect! It's not for outsiders to see! But I can't understand it, so it doesn't matter if I show it to you outsiders."

"The successor of the eighteenth generation?" Lao Jiatou's focus was very strange, "The eighteenth generation?"

"Yes! I'm the 19th generation!"

"Then who are you in the first seventeen generations?"

Xia Anan: "...Who knows? It's not written in this book, it's just an explanation!"

Lao Jiatou took the book over and looked through it, page after page, and turned to the back. The handwriting was no longer black, but dark red, as if it was written in cinnabar.

"There is annotation to the original work afterwards," said Xia Anan, "My grandfather said it was added later."

Lao Jiatou: "Your grandfather added it?"

Xia Anan: "No! It was already there when it was passed to my grandfather."

Lao Jiatou: "There are many mistakes."

"Ah?" Xia Anan asked in surprise: "Can you understand this?"

Lao Jiatou said: "I can only understand five or six out of ten."
Chapter completed!