Liu Ruyan looked at it from a distance for a while, then her eyes turned and fell on Shen Yanchu again.
The man stood with his hands behind his hands and his cold expression reminded her of the cold and murderous look on his face when they first met last year, and she suddenly felt that he was a little strange.
Last night in the tent, the person who lay on her knees with her, held her in his arms and told her not to squeeze, who was the real him?
Liu Ruyan frowned, no, sooner or later people will part ways, it would be better to be found by Cang Ming Sect's subordinates as early as possible. What the hell is she thinking? Liu Ruyan turned around and walked towards Jin Buhuan's camp.
As soon as they entered the tent, Jin Buhuan looked at her with a playful smile and threw the money bag in his hand into the air: "Ten taels of gold, brother Liu, you deserve it."
Liu Ruyan held it in the air and raised a smile on her lips: "Master Jin, are you planning to say goodbye now?"
When Jin Buhuan heard this, his eyes were full of emotion: "Why, brother Liu is reluctant to be separated from me?"
Liu Ruyan pursed her lips slightly.
She went to Yongshan for the Xuankun Seal, but now that the matter has made no progress, how could she be willing to give up. As for the Jin Buhuan in front of her, it is still unclear whether he is a friend or an enemy, but as the guardian of the Xuankun Seal, he has a close relationship with the people behind the scenes. The mastermind must have some connection.
Thinking of this, she smiled: "I heard that there is some incredible treasure in the mountains, and I, Liu, also want to get a share of it. Why, Mr. Jin is not willing to part with it?"
Jin Buchan folded up his sleeves and said, "Brother Liu is joking. The one who can get it will get it. How can Jin not give it up?"
"It's rare for Mr. Jin to be so generous." She praised.
The sky finally darkened. In addition to Xuantian Sect, Qingyan Sect, Mingjian Sect, and Cangming Sect, there were also many disciples from other sects gathered on the plain.
At night, the bonfire flourishes.
The disciples of Xuantian Sect were sitting around the fire, and soon someone with an active mind came over.
A middle-aged man wearing an azure robe with a silver sword pattern embroidered on his collar gave Elder Jiang who was sitting here a fist pump: "I am Murong Xiao, the elder of the Qingyan Sect. I have heard about the reputation of the Xuantian Sect for a long time. When I meet you today, It is indeed the style of a famous family."
Upon hearing this, Elder Jiang of the Xuantian Sect only responded lightly and stopped talking to him.
Elder Murong's face froze, and he ordered to the junior next to him: "Why don't you meet senior soon?"
Dugu Yi and Fu Xin lowered their heads and bowed respectfully to their juniors: "I have met Senior Jiang."
Elder Jiang waved his sleeves, obviously not wanting to pay attention to this group of people. The disciples of the Qingyan Sect were so bored that they had no choice but to return to their own camp.
As soon as he entered the tent, Fu Xin grimaced: "He's just a country boy who has never seen the world, but he really thinks he's a big shot!"
He dragged the bench over and sat down, his tone full of disdain: "If it weren't for the fact that we have been entrenched in Yongshan for many years, who would bother with such a wild approach."
The man standing opposite him had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He was wearing an azure round-neck robe and outlined his slim figure. This man was Dugu Yi, a disciple of the head of the Qingyan Sect.
Dugu Yi turned his head and looked outside, and whispered to comfort his junior brother: "The Xuantian Sect knows the terrain in the mountains best, and has made great achievements in the Qimen Dunjia. It is not appropriate to become enemies with them before finding the Sword Tomb."
Fu Xin snorted coldly, took off his suede boots and patted the grass clippings on the soles: "In a ghost place like this, who knows if there is any sword tomb."
Dugu Yi paused in his words. The sacrificial altar is a thousand years old and no one is sure about the existence of the sword tomb. But since someone is thinking about it, the Qingyan sect will not stand idly by.
Outside the account, the fire was burning brightly, and everyone had their own thoughts. Some people even took out the compass and fiddled with it, trying to find the location of the sword tomb based on the technique of dividing gold and fixing acupuncture points.
In front of Cang Ming's tent, Ling Yun secretly looked at the Lord. Although he had not seen him for many days, the Lord suddenly appeared in Yongshan, and the trip to the Sword Tomb was absolutely inevitable.
Before he could speak, Shen Yanchu stood up suddenly: "Tomorrow morning, I will go up the mountain with you."
Ling Yun looked solemn: "I obey my orders!"
At the end of the conversation, at the tent where Liu Ruyan was resting, Bai Zhi was sitting beside her.
Opposite them, Dong Qingxian lowered his voice: "Someone just left the camp under the cover of night. Listening to the directions, they were the group playing with the compass."
Liu Ruyan roughly guessed the identity of this group of people: "Maybe they are from the gold-touching sect. If you don't have some real skills, how dare you enter the mountain at this time."
Dong Qingxian closed his eyes and listened for a while: "People from the Xuantian Sect are also on the move."
"What if gold can't be exchanged?" she asked.
"No action has been taken yet."
"Don't rush for a while." Liu Ruyan closed her eyes and had the nature to keep gold in exchange. If what he was planning was not the Bronze Sword Tomb, then...could it be related to the Xuan Kun Seal, "After daybreak, let's follow Jin Buhuan first. ."
The storm did not stop that night. When Bai Zhi came out of the tent, the tents on the ground were already empty. Even the girl Qiu Shi who came from behind was nowhere to be found.
Shen Yanchu jumped down from the tree trunk and walked towards Bai Zhi: "Those people entered the mountain at night."
Bai Zhi didn't dare to be careless and quickly looked at Jin Buhuan's tent. Through the curtains, the air was filled with the fragrance of tea, and Jin Buhuan was sitting inside drinking tea alone.
Bai Zhijun frowned slightly. After the Eight Sages, the Jin family had been in seclusion for many years. Why did they get involved in the dispute at this time?
"Since you're outside Jin's tent, you might as well come in and sit for a while." Jin Buhuan's voice came from inside.
As a descendant of the Eight Sages, Bai Zhi had no hostility toward Jin Buhuan. He glanced at Shen Yanchu, and the two walked into the tent together.
Jin Buchuan was wearing a purple round-neck robe, his hair was tied up with a jade crown, and his eyes were slightly misty from the tea in front of him.
Bai Zhi lifted up her clothes and sat on the floor. For convenience, she was dressed simply today. She did not wear any accessories except the necessary medicines.
Bai Zhi finished drinking the fragrant tea in the cup and suddenly asked: "Bai fell in love with Mr. Jin at first sight. I wonder where Mr. Jin's ancestral home is?"
He always likes to speak straight to the point, but this time he used a different approach, which seemed much more tactful.
Jin Buhuan's hand holding the cup suddenly stopped, and his expression was a little confused. After a while, he put down the tea cup and said with a wry smile: "I have been separated from my family since I was a child. I can't even remember where my ancestral home is."
This time it was Bai Zhi who was stunned. He originally planned to find an opportunity to ask about the Xuankun Seal in the hands of the Jin family, but he never expected that Jin Buhuan had been separated from his family since he was a child.
"Excuse me for being abrupt."
"It doesn't matter." Jin Buquan poured the tea for him, "Fortunately, God has mercy on me. I may be able to meet them again in my lifetime."
"I wish Brother Jin can get what he wishes for."
Jin Buhuan nodded and smiled. The faces in his memory were blurred, but the family ties that were integrated into his bones and blood were always tied up: "I feel ashamed to say that I have forgotten all the faces of my relatives. I only remember that I have a younger sister." , called Zhijing. At that time, she had just learned to walk, and I often held her hand and walked around the corridor in the courtyard. The corridor was very long, and when she could no longer walk, she cried and asked me to carry her. Later, in order to avoid the chaos of the war, , I moved with my parents and got lost on the way, and I have never seen them again since then..."
"After so many years, I wonder if Brother Jin has any tokens to recognize his family?" Shen Yanchu asked seemingly casually.
"No." Jin Buhuan replied truthfully, "Jin did not have any tokens on him on the day he was lost."
Shen Yan first looked at his eyebrows, and it seemed that Jin Buhuan was not lying.
After drinking tea, a boy outside the tent announced: "Sir, the chariot is ready."
"I know." Jin Buhuan stood up slowly and walked out through the curtain.
He stood in the open space and looked at Liu Ruyan's tent: "Why hasn't Brother Liu gotten up yet?"
"Who said I didn't get up? It's all better." A charming female voice came from the tent.
Shen Yanchu came from behind. He was wearing a dark-white round collar and narrow sleeves robe. The moment he heard the sound, he looked towards the tent under the tree.
But when the curtain was opened at a corner, a girl in yellow clothes walked out.