Southern Territory.

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.

"Yu'er, are you asleep?"

Suddenly, a whisper sounded outside the room.

Hearing the voice, Yan Ruyu hurriedly collected the scroll, "Nothing left?"

The door opened, and a beautiful figure walked in, with a graceful figure and graceful lotus steps. It was Yulan.

"Mother, why haven't you slept yet?" Yan Ruyu came up to greet her.

"You have nothing to do, just take a look around." Yulan smiled and sat down with her.

After two or three seconds, she added the second half of the sentence, "Today, another person came to Shangyang Island..."

"I won't marry."

Before Yulan could finish her words, Yan Ruyu refused.

Yulan stopped talking and swallowed back the words she was about to say.

Seeing her mother's expression, Yan Ruyu frowned slightly, "Is Master Shangyang putting pressure on the Yan family again?"

Yulan smiled gently, "Lin Rong is the most beloved grandson of Master Shangyang."

After hearing this, Yan Ruyu hesitated to speak, and then lowered her head for a moment. Her mother answered her question in a reserved manner. How could she not understand the meaning? If she hadn't been forced too hard, if her Yan family hadn't

At the end of the road, she was suppressed and her mother would not come to her place late at night.

"If you don't marry, you won't marry."

"Don't think too much and rest early."

Yu Lan smiled softly again, gave a sigh of relief, then stood up and left.

Yan Ruyu was the only one left in the room.

She took the scroll again and started painting silently.

As a saint of the Yan family, she should have some kind of consciousness.

I don't know when I saw the breeze blowing, and a black shadow came 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 even realize it.

"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 Ji Hen, and was stunned for a moment, "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? 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 it."

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 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?

"You said that day 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 had seven of them. Based on the quantity and market price, it was 211 billion! It was enough to buy her entire Yan family.

"What?" Seeing Yan Ruyu stunned, Zhao Yun patted her.

Yan Ruyu was awakened, and then stepped forward to identify them one by one.

Zhao Yun didn't bother him and just waited quietly.

After more than a dozen 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 I knew, I would have snatched it back long ago."

"There's no clue about such a big thing?"

"I was still young back then, so I don't know very well, but there are records in the clan." Yan Ruyu said, and walked out of the boudoir like the wind, "Wait here, don't run around, I will get the secret sect for you."

"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 saying 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 common and the records are detailed enough.

He looked at it carefully, not leaving out any details. 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, 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.
To be continued...