Eternal gate

Southern Territory.

It was late at night, and everything in the Yan family was 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 audible to 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 in 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 gently, 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 drawing every stroke carefully.

I don’t know when I saw the breeze blowing.

After it was over, a black shadow was seen entering through the wall.

He is Mr. Zhao.

He came all the way and sneaked into Yan's house in the middle of the night.

Maybe Yan Ruyu was fascinated by the painting, maybe 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 had been electrocuted. She subconsciously glanced sideways and was stunned when she saw it was Ji Hen, "You..."

"This...is the painting of 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? Are you walking 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 were indeed many treasures in this room. Look at that. The vase 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 Lord'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 thing was taken away by a mysterious person.

Now I see this iron box again, and it's actually with Ji Hen.

Could it be 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, but Ji Hen actually had seven of them. Calculated based on quantity and market price, it was 210 billion! It was enough to buy her entire Yan family. At this moment, she didn't know what this thing was, and it was so valuable.

"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 them 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?"

"Won't I recognize my things?"

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 I knew, I would have snatched it back long ago."

"It's such a big thing and you don't have any clues?"

"Back then, I was still young, so I don't know it very well, but there are records in the clan." Yan Ruyu said, leaving 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, holding a large pile of ancient secret scrolls in her arms. It must have been a few years ago, and 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 he piled a large pile of secret scrolls 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 quite 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 common and the records are detailed enough.

He looked at it carefully and did not miss any detail. He pointed at them to find clues as to whether he could find the last eight pagodas, whether he could resurrect the immortal demon king, and whether he could find the Buddhist land to save 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 crystal drops of water. Reflecting the bright moonlight, she looked as beautiful as a dream.

Zhao Yun was so fascinated that he didn't 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 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 for the exam in Beijing, while the woman beside him was very much like a little lady, quiet and gentle, accompanying him silently.

Words that are indebted to the Moon God cannot be spread to Mingming.

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 hid it so well that he did not leave any flaws at all, so it is difficult to find out the clues.

The last of the eight pagodas came to him.

In this short period of time, he has scolded God a thousand times for making bad luck and playing tricks on people.

side.

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.

At this moment, someone's public face seemed to her to be extremely handsome. Mainly because of his temperament and such an indescribable personality charm, she was mesmerized. 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 person. 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 seriously, and even inadvertently, she saw something strange on Ji Hen's face. What was strange? ...There is a trace of fleshy skin 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 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'm not mistaken, it's a formless human skin!"

Yan Ruyu looked at Zhao Yun with a smile, her beautiful eyes sparkling with luster.

This expression 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 smiled brighter and brighter.

"She is a saint after all, so touching her like this...is it appropriate?"

"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... was a misunderstanding."

Zhao Yun coughed dryly, then pulled at his face, and then stuck the human skin on it. It was fine, but why did the human skin become torn again? Is it because of blood? And reject the appearanceless human skin?

Yes, that's for sure.

Last time in Yunyou Valley, the human skin was blown away due to the transformation of blood.

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.

"It's better to wear it, it's safe." Zhao Yun replied simply.

"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 and was known to the whole world. Ji Hen of Tianzong , Zhao Yun who forgets the past, I am really stupid, I should have thought that you are the same person."