Eternal Gate

Southland.

In the dead of night, the Yan family was all silent.

The graceful small attic is a woman's boudoir. Yan Ruyu stands lightly, holding a paintbrush, and painting alone, with beautiful lines that portray a popular face to life.

"Ji Hen, I am going to get married."

She muttered, she could hear it herself.

Marrying, what a beautiful word, came out of her mouth, but there is a sense of sorrow hidden in her mouth. If it is not forced to be too tight, if the Yan family is not forced to a dead end, who wants to marry someone who does not 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 with a wooden basin in her hand.

"Miss, rest early!" the little maid whispered.

"Today, is there another visitor on Shangyang Island?" Yan Ruyu whispered softly.

The so-called Shangyang Island is the island of Shangyang Zhenren.

The person she was going to marry was Lin Rong, the grandson of Shangyang Zhenren's favorite.

In the eyes of the world, that is a unique talent, and he is expected to conquer the Celestial Martial Realm.

It does not matter.

The important thing is that her Yan family can't provoke Shangyang Island.

The little maid nodded gently, and then she silently exited after seeing her words for a long time.

In the room, only Yan Ruyu was left, still holding a pen, making every stroke very serious.

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

When it was over, I saw a dark shadow entering through the wall.

Self is the son of Zhao.

Came across thousands of miles, and stole into Yan's house most of the night.

Xu is the fascination of Yan Ruyu's paintings. Perhaps it is because she is so addicted to the paintings that she doesn't even notice it.

"The painter is good!"

Zhao Yun leaned to Yan Ruyu's side and scanned the scroll with admiration.

Yan Ruyu looked like an electric shock, subconsciously looking sideways, seeing Ji Hen, he was taken aback for a moment, "You..."

"This...I am the one who painted it!"

Zhao Yun touched his chin, still admiring the picture scroll.

Yan Ruyu looked dazed and confused, thinking it was a mistake, and the person who was thinking of her would always stand in front of her at an unexpected moment. It felt like she was dreaming.

When she reacted, she hurriedly hid the picture scroll.

In order to conceal her panic, she still looked upset, "Are you a ghost? Are you silent when you walk?"

"I...."

"It's very impolite 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 disagrees. While talking, he walks around the room casually, watching here and there, like an expert in treasure hunting, and more like a thief who stepped on it, because there are indeed a lot of treasures in this room, look at that The vase, emerald green, can sell for a lot of money if you take it away.

Seeing that Zhao Yun did not question the picture scroll, Yan Ruyu was a little relieved.

But when she was caught in this way, she couldn't help blushing, and she seemed a little unreserved.

"Come here to ask something." Zhao Yun finally turned back.

"What's the matter." Yan Ruyu calmed his mind and showed interest.

Zhao Yun didn't talk nonsense, and took out the eight Buddha statues with the head of the demon king.

Yan Ruyu narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing it.

This iron box was the last lot at auction at the City of Fire.

She was there that day, and Ji Hen was also there, this thing was taken away by a mysterious person.

Now goodbye, this iron box is actually here in Ji Hen.

Is it possible that Ji Hen and that mysterious person are in the same group?

"Remember that you said that day, your Yan family also had such an iron box." Zhao Yun asked.

"It has been lost for many years." Yan Ruyu did not hide it.

"Then these iron boxes, there is the one that your Yan family lost." Zhao Yun flicked his hand and took out the other six and eight Buddha statues. The seven iron boxes were placed together, which was particularly eye-catching.

At least, in Yan Ruyu's eyes, it is particularly eye-catching.

In the old days, an iron box was sold for a sky-high price of 30 billion yuan, and Ji Hen actually had seven of them. Calculated according to the quantity and market price, it was 210 billion! It was enough to buy her entire Yan family, and she didn't know at this moment what it was, it was so valuable.

"Why?"

Seeing Yan Ruyu startled, Zhao Yun patted her.

Yan Ruyu couldn't help but let out a dry laugh, a little gaffe.

She stepped forward, recognizing one by one, it was not difficult to recognize this thing.

Zhao Yun didn't bother, but waited quietly.

If there is no face here, there will be drama.

After a dozen or so moments, Yan Ruyu closed his eyes and shook his head gently, "No."

"Sure you read it right?"

"Will I not recognize the things in my house?"

Yan Ruyu squinted. The iron box looked exactly the same at first glance, but it was quite different. Some lines on it were different from each other. If there was one that she had lost, she would never miss it.

"Can you tell me about the one you lost in your house."

Zhao Yun's eyes shone, and he looked at Yan Ruyu without squinting.

The clues to the last eight Buddha statues may be found in Yan's house.

"I was stolen by a thief." Yan Ruyu gave a dry cough.

"You know which force did it." Zhao Yun asked hurriedly, hoping.

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

"There is no clue for such a big matter?"

"Back then, I was still young and it is not very clear, 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."

"Thanks a lot."

When Zhao Yun spoke, Yan Ruyu was already far away.

He can't run around, but he can't be caught as a thief.

About half of the incense, Yan Ruyu came back, still holding a large pile of ancient secret scrolls in his arms, maybe some years, the secret scrolls are still dyed with a layer of ash, making the girl completely black and black.

"The relevant records are here."

Yan Ruyu said, stacking a large stack of secret scrolls on the desk.

"Look at it slowly."

After that, she turned and left the boudoir.

It's time to take a shower, I'm all dirty.

Young Master Zhao was very dedicated. He took a secret scroll and patted the dust on it before spreading it out slowly. It was indeed a few years old, and some of the handwriting on it was not very clear.

Speaking of this handwriting, I don't know who wrote it, it's crooked.

However, the whole text is quite common and the records are sufficiently detailed.

He looked at it earnestly and didn't put any details. Whether he could find the last eight Buddha statues, whether he could resurrect the Indestructible Demon Lord, whether he could find the land of the Buddha to save Liu Ruxin, he was looking for clues.

After reading it, he has a general understanding.

The secret scroll records clearly that there was a civil turmoil in the Yan family that year, and the thieves took advantage of the loopholes. Not only did they lose an iron box, but also lost many treasures, which has been criticized by the people for many years.

Squeak!

The door opened again. Before I saw anyone, I smelled a scent of women's fragrance.

It was Yan Ruyu who had returned from the shower. She had changed into a clean white dress, her blue hair, and she was dyed with a drop or two of crystal clear water, reflecting the bright moonlight, and she was so beautiful as a dream.

Zhao Yun looked obsessed, but he did not look sideways.

On the contrary, Yan Ruyu, the moment he first entered the door, looked at Zhao Yun's beautiful eyes, and was a little confused. The candlelight on the desk was swaying, and the young man who was quietly watching the secret scroll had a unique charm.

Without disturbing, she took a cup of ancient tea and placed it gently on the table.

In that scene, it looked like a scholar who was accompanied by a blue lantern, studying assiduously in order to enter Beijing for the exam, and the woman next to him was like a little lady, quiet and gentle, silently accompanying him.

Thanks to the Moon God's words, Mingming couldn't be heard.

Otherwise, she will definitely make up for the disciple.

"No."

Zhao Yun murmured, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Although there are many secret scrolls, the records of the events of the year are also detailed, but no clue can be found. It should be that the thief hid too well, leaving no flaws at all, and it is difficult to find clues.

The last eight Buddha statues came out for him.

In this moment, he has scolded God thousands of times, and made good luck.

Sideways.

Yan Ruyu cupped his cheek with one hand, not looking at the secret scroll but at Zhao Yun.

The legendary lover has Xi Tzu in his eyes, but on the other hand, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

At this moment, in her eyes, someone's popular face is also handsome and not to be wanted. It is mainly temperament, and there is such an indescribable personality charm that makes her fascinated. Throughout the younger generation, she is worthy of The one who is called a peerless man seems to be the only one in front of him. The record he has created is unmatched. Since ancient times, heroes have loved beautiful women, and beautiful women have admired heroes.

Looking at it, she narrowed her beautiful eyes.

Xu is that she is too close, maybe she is looking too seriously, and even inadvertently, she can see the strangeness on Ji Hen's face, what's the strangeness? ...There is a hint of fleshy skin on this man's jaw.

"Human skin mask?"

Yan Ruyu murmured in his heart, subconsciously leaning a point closer, and subconsciously reaching out, grabbing the trace of fleshy skin, and gently peeling it off. As expected, it was really a piece of human skin.

Of course, Zhao Yun avoided waiting for her to tear it off.

It's also due to Zhao Yun hiding fast enough, or he'll show up.

"If you read it right, it's invisible human skin!"

Yan Ruyu smiled and looked at Zhao Yun, her beautiful eyes were also gleaming, and her eyes shone with lustre.

This look is like a playful little girl who has discovered a very interesting thing.

"You are afraid that you have read it wrong." Zhao Yun just immersed himself in the mask.

"Are you questioning my vision?" Yan Ruyu smiled brighter and brighter.

"It's a saint anyway, doing things like this...is it appropriate?"

"You don't know how to blush when you say this? When you were at the Demon's Ruins, did you even take off my clothes?

"That... is a misunderstanding."

Zhao Yun let out a dry cough, and he slapped his face for a while, and then glued the human skin on. It's so good, the human skin has broken corners again, and it is because of blood? And reject the invisible human skin?

Yes, it must be so.

Last time in Yunyougu, the human skin was flew out due to the transformation of blood.

It was probably the same this time, but he hadn't noticed it since he came out.

"Pick off the human skin!" Yan Ruyu smiled.

"It's better to wear it well, and to wear it safely." Zhao Yun replied simply.

"If you don't pick it, I also know who you are." Yan Ruyu walked slowly, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked Zhao Yun's face. , Zhao Yun, forgetting the past, I'm so stupid, I should have thought that you are the same person."