In the dead of night, everyone is quiet, and everything in the Yan family is silent.
The beautiful little attic is the woman's boudoir. Yan Ruyu stands gracefully, holding a brush and painting alone. The beautiful lines make a public face lifelike.
"Ji Hen, I'm getting married."
Her murmur was heard only by herself.
Marry, such a beautiful word, came out of her mouth, but there was a hint of sadness hidden in it. If she hadn't been forced too hard, if the Yan family hadn't been forced to the end, who would want to marry someone she didn't like.
But she must marry to save her family.
This may be the fate of being a saint of the Yan family.
Squeak!
The door opened.
A little maid came in, carrying a wooden basin in her hand.
"Miss, please rest early!" the little maid whispered.
"Today, are there people coming to Shangyang Island again?" Yan Ruyu whispered.
The so-called Shangyang Island is the island of Shangyang Zhenren.
The person she wants to marry is Lin Rong, the most beloved grandson of Master Shangyang.
In the eyes of the world, he is a unique talent, and he is expected to be promoted to the Tianwu Realm in his next year.
It does not matter.
The important thing is that her Yan family cannot afford to offend Shangyang Island.
The little maid nodded lightly, and after not seeing the young lady for a long time, she silently left.
Yan Ruyu was the only one left in the room, still holding the pen and carefully sketching every stroke.
I don't know when I saw a gentle breeze blowing.
When it was over, I saw a black shadow coming through the wall.
He is Mr. Zhao.
He came all the way here and sneaked into Yan's house in the middle of the night.
Perhaps Yan Ruyu was fascinated by the painting, or perhaps she was so absorbed in looking at the painting that she didn't notice it at all.
"The painter is pretty good!"
Zhao Yun came close to Yan Ruyu and scanned the scroll with appreciation.
Yan Ruyu felt as if she was electrocuted. She subconsciously glanced sideways and saw that it was Ji Hen. She was stunned and said, "You."
"This painting must be me!"
Zhao Yun touched his chin, still admiring the painting.
Yan Ruyu looked dazed and in a trance, thinking that she had seen something wrong. The person she cared about would always stand in front of her at an unexpected moment. It felt like she was dreaming.
When she realized what she was doing, she hurriedly hid the scroll.
In order to cover up her panic, she still looked angry, "Are you a ghost? You walk silently?"
"I.."
"It's very rude to break into a woman's boudoir like this."
"Don't make trouble, I knocked on the door! You didn't hear me."
Zhao Yun disagreed. As he spoke, he walked back and forth in the room as if nothing had happened, looking here and there, like an expert in treasure hunting, more like a thief who stepped on the spot, because there was indeed something in this room.
There are many treasures, look at that vase, it is emerald green, you can sell it for a lot of money if you take it away.
Seeing that Zhao Yun did not ask about the scroll, Yan Ruyu breathed a sigh of relief.
But being caught red-handed like this made her blush a little, and she seemed a little less reserved.
"I came here to ask a question." Zhao Yun finally turned back.
"What's the matter?" Yan Ruyu calmed down and became interested.
Zhao Yun didn't waste any time and took out the eight-part pagoda with the demon king's head sealed inside.
Yan Ruyu narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly when she saw it, obviously she recognized this thing.
During the auction in Agni City, this iron box was the last item to be auctioned.
She was present that day, and so was Ji Hen. This object was taken away by a mysterious person.
Now I see this iron box again, and it's actually with Ji Hen.
Is it possible that Ji Hen and the mysterious man were originally in the same group?
"Remember that day you said that your Yan family once had such an iron box." Zhao Yun asked.
"It has been lost for many years." Yan Ruyu did not hide it.
"Among these iron boxes, is there the one your Yan family lost?" Zhao Yun flicked his hands and took out the other six eight-part pagodas. The seven iron boxes were placed together, which was particularly eye-catching.
At least, in Yan Ruyu's view, it was particularly eye-catching.
In the past, an iron box sold for a sky-high price of 30 billion. Ji Hen actually has seven of them. Calculated based on the quantity and market price, it is 211 billion! It is enough to buy her entire Yan family. As of now
She didn't even know what this thing was and how valuable it was.
"What?"
Seeing Yan Ruyu stunned, Zhao Yun patted her.
Yan Ruyu couldn't help but laugh dryly, feeling a little out of sorts.
She stepped forward and identified each item one by one. It was not difficult to identify this thing.
Zhao Yun didn't bother him and just waited quietly.
If there is no Yan family here, then there will be drama.
After more than ten seconds, Yan Ruyu closed her eyes and shook her head gently, "No."
"Are you sure you read that correctly?"
"Would I not recognize the things in my house?"
Yan Ruyu glanced sideways. At first glance, the iron boxes looked exactly the same, but in fact they were very different. Some of the lines on them were different. If there was one missing from her home, she would never miss it.
"Can you tell me about the one you lost at home?"
Zhao Yun's eyes flashed and he looked at Yan Ruyu intently.
The last clue to the Eight-Bud Pagoda may be found in the Yan family.
"It was stolen by thieves." Yan Ruyu coughed dryly.
"Do you know which force did it?" Zhao Yun asked hurriedly, his eyes full of hope.
"If you knew
, I have snatched it back from him a long time ago.”
"There's no clue about such a big thing?"
"Back then, I was still young, so I don't know very well, but there are records in the clan." Yan Ruyu said, and left the boudoir like the wind, "Don't run around here, I will get you the secret sect."
"Thank you."
When Zhao Yun spoke, Yan Ruyu had already walked away.
He won't run around, but he can't be caught as a thief.
After about half a stick of incense, Yan Ruyu came back, still holding a large pile of ancient secret scrolls in her arms. It may have been a few years ago, but the secret scrolls were still stained with a layer of gray, making the girl's whole body black.
"The relevant records are all here."
Yan Ruyu said as she piled a large pile of secret volumes on the desk.
"Just take your time and watch."
After that, she turned around and left the boudoir.
It's time to take a shower, I'm all dirty.
Mr. Zhao was very dedicated. He took a secret scroll and patted the dust on it before slowly unfolding it. It was indeed old and some of the writing on it was not very clear.
Speaking of this handwriting, I don’t know who wrote it, it’s crooked.
However, the whole article is still very smooth to read and the records are detailed enough.
He looked at it carefully and didn't miss any detail. He pointed at them to look for clues as to whether he could find the last eight pagodas, whether he could resurrect the immortal demon king, whether he could find the Buddha's land and rescue Liu Ruxin.
Having seen it, he probably has a rough understanding.
The secret volume records clearly that there was a civil strife in the Yan family, and thieves took advantage of it. Not only did they lose an iron box, but also many treasures. They have been criticized by the clan for many years.
Squeak!
The door opened again, and before seeing anyone, I smelled a wisp of woman's fragrance.
It was Yan Ruyu who had returned from bathing. She had changed into a clean white dress, and her blue hair was dyed with one or two drops of crystal water. Reflecting the bright moonlight, she looked as beautiful as a dream.
Zhao Yun was so fascinated that he didn't even look sideways.
Yan Ruyu, on the other hand, was a little confused when she saw Zhao Yun's beautiful eyes when she first entered the door. The candlelight on the desk was flickering, and the young man who was quietly reading the secret scroll had a unique charm.
Without further ado, she brought a cup of ancient tea and placed it gently on the table.
That scene was very much like a scholar with Qingdeng as his companion, studying hard to take the exam in Beijing, while the woman beside him was very much like a little lady, quiet and gentle, silently accompanying him.
Words that are indebted to the Moon God cannot be spread to the underworld.
Otherwise, she would definitely give her disciple a stabbing blow in a serious manner.
"No."
Zhao Yun murmured and frowned slightly.
Although there are many secret volumes, and the events of that year are recorded in detail, there is not a single clue.
It must be that the thief was so well hidden that he left no flaws at all, making it difficult to find any clues.
The last eight-part pagoda came to him here.
In this short time, he had already scolded God a thousand times, saying that it was fate that manipulated people.
Side of body.
Yan Ruyu held her cheek with one hand, not looking at the secret scroll but only looking at Zhao Yun.
It is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but there seems to be nothing wrong with it on the other hand.
For example, at this moment, someone's public face was extremely handsome in her eyes. Mainly because of his temperament and such an indescribable personality charm, they all fascinated her. Looking at the younger generation, it was undeniable.
It seems that there is only one person in front of me who is called a peerless hero. His achievements are unparalleled. Since ancient times, heroes have loved beauties, and beauties have always admired heroes.
As she looked at it, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.
Maybe she was too close, maybe she was looking too carefully, and even inadvertently, she saw something strange on Ji Hen's face. What was strange? There was a trace of skin curling up on this guy's lower jaw.
"Human skin mask?"
Yan Ruyu murmured in her heart and subconsciously moved closer. She also subconsciously stretched out her hand, grabbed the piece of flesh, and gently peeled it off. As expected, it was really just a piece of human skin.
However, before she could pull it off, Zhao Yun dodged.
Fortunately, Zhao Yun had to hide quickly enough, otherwise the secret would be exposed.
"If I read it correctly, it is a human skin without a form!"
Yan Ruyu looked at Zhao Yun with a smile, her beautiful eyes were sparkling, and there was still luster in her eyes.
This look is like a naughty little girl who has discovered something very interesting.
"I'm afraid you saw it wrong." Zhao Yun just focused on adjusting his mask.
"Are you questioning my vision?" Yan Ruyu's smile became brighter and brighter.
"She is a saint after all. Is it appropriate to do something like this?"
"Don't you feel ashamed to say this? You even took off my clothes when we were at the ruins of the Demon Realm?"
"That's a misunderstanding."
Zhao Yun coughed dryly, then pulled at his face, and stuck the human skin on it. It was fine, but why did the human skin become torn again? Is it because of blood? Does it reject the phaseless human skin?
Yes, that's definitely the case.
Last time in Yunyou Valley, due to the transformation of blood, the human skin was blown away.
It was probably the same this time, but he hadn't noticed it since he came out.
"Take off the human skin!" Yan Ruyu said with a smile.
"If you don't pick it off, I also know who you are." Yan Ruyu walked over slowly, stretched out her jade hand, and gently touched Zhao Yun's face, "In the past, the soul-searching array caused a great uproar. Everyone knows that Ji Hen of Tianzong
,Zhao Yun who forgets the past, I am really stupid, I should have thought that you are the same person."