Chapter 8: Do you know, Jun En is shallow and the grass is deep 2

Thinking about it, there were suddenly no footprints in front of me. Han Ruxu looked around blankly and finally found a white gown thrown on the bushes not far away. Why did you throw the clothes here? The clothes are here, and people should be not far away, but why are there no footprints?" Did he turn into smoke and float away?

Han Ruxu, who was empty, was very annoyed. When he threw his long shirt and was about to go down the mountain, he suddenly thought that his face became ugly.

It is said that there is a master from the world hidden in Wugong Mountain. Did he take him back as a slave? It doesn't seem to need to take off your clothes. Is it dragging it nearby to eat? Pooh, pooh, how can people eat people? If you take off your clothes and don't eat meat, is it...

Han Ruqi was shocked by his own ideas. He held his breath and listened to the movements around him. Although there was nothing wrong, he still couldn't think of the second situation. It seemed that the master of the world must be a lonely woman. When he finally saw the pleasing man, he immediately dragged him away.

"Cough!" It's too bad to think about it any more. Han Ruxu stopped quickly and decided to save people - not to save Wei Tanyi, but to save the senior who might be cursed to death.

The more he went, the more muddy it was. Han Ruxu began to regret why he thought about it, why he wanted to go up the mountain, and even asked the prince to inquire about it. Isn't it beneficial for this person to disappearing? Chasing him is from begging suffering!

***

When he woke up in a daze, the young man found himself lying in a sea of flowers, with a cliff behind him, and there were traces of his sliding down.

Where is this? The young man moved his whole body and found that it was just a sprain on his left foot, and everything else was fine, so he limped to the depths of the sea of purple flowers in front of him.

It was like a dream in a valley full of wild flowers. The breeze was so fragrant that he could only hear his breath and the sound of petal rubbing. The young man almost forgot the pain in his ankle and looked at everything in front of him.

If another peerless beauty comes from the depths of the valley, he will definitely think that this is an illusion before death.

However, it is not the peerless beauty that comes out of the valley, but thousands of butterflies. They flap their wings to the fragrant flowers, and then rise up after a while, so repeatedly, like countless beautiful girls playing in the flowers. The young man was stunned, and even the butterfly stopped on his shoulder.

Such a beautiful scenery, what's the harm in being with you for a lifetime!

The young man staggered forward and carefully avoided stepping on those delicate flowers. Wherever he passed, the butterfly wings flapped and sprinkled phosphorous powder.

This must be a dream. I will wake up one day. That's why, and let me sink at this moment...

***

After climbing more than half of the mountain, Han Ruqi has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and was so tired that he was out of breath, and his feet were as heavy as lead.

The mountains after the rain gradually became foggy, and he couldn't see the road ahead clearly. He groped step by step and almost slipped down the cliff several times, shocked him with cold sweat layer by layer. What the hell are you doing? You have to come to this damn place. Han Ruqi fell into self-loathing and scolded.

After walking for another while, he slipped and fell all over mud. He was so angry that he simply couldn't get up and sat in the dirty mud and abandoned himself. With his extremely clean personality, I'm afraid there will never be a second such thing in his life. Unfortunately, he can't control so much at the time, and he just feels that he has nowhere to vent his anger.

At this time, it began to rain again. Although it was not big, it hindered the sight. Han Ruxu had to walk forward with a stinky face, trying to find a tree to avoid the rain, and after these steps, he actually saw people.

There is a red shadow in the fog. The height should be a man, but the man turned his back to himself and stood motionless where it should be on the edge of the cliff. The rain hit his long hair, and he didn't mind.

"Please..." The question had not yet been said, and the red shadow jumped and was about to throw a cliff. Han Ruqi was shocked. Despite the soreness of her whole body, she rushed over and grabbed the man's arm. After slipping several times, he barely grasped his wrist, and he himself fell to the ground and hugged a ponytail pine on the edge of the cliff and did not fall down. Go.

The person he pulled by him exclaimed in pain, raised his head in the rain, and his eyes glared at him as if they were burning. Han Ru was dumbfounded. This person... Isn't this person in Wei Tanyi?

Why did he jump off the cliff? Why did he suddenly change his dress? Also, he saved him, why did he stare at him with those eyes instead?

"You! Why don't you let me do it!" Wei Tanyi was forced to lower his head in a short time, otherwise the rain would hit his face and he couldn't even open his eyes.

"What?" Han Ruxu thought he had misheard, "Why can't you think about it?"

Wei Tanyi raised his head again, and finally forced the rain to block his eyes with the other hand: "Are you crazy? Let go of it..."

I wanted to say, "I'll pull you up and talk about it later." As a result, after a heavy rain, the soil on the cliff is very loose. The pine tree has barely taken root, and the bottom is completely empty. At this time, it can't hold on to the two people, and the root is broken with a click. Wow!" Han Ruxu screamed in shock, rushed down and followed the person and the tree down the valley.

Before he lost consciousness, an idea finally flashed in his mind - he actually went to the Hall of the King of God with so much dirt!

***

The door was knocked, and the middle-aged man in the study was happy and said casually, "Come in."

A beautiful embroidered shoe stepped into the door: "Sir, Mr. Mo is here. Do you want to invite him to the study?"

The middle-aged man shook his head with a smile and said, "I'm not busy, Yao Niang, come and see. This is the treasure I just got yesterday. It's been 700 years old. Although it's old, it's worth so much for this garden." With that, he showed her the ancient coins that had been playing in his hand in the palm of his hand.

The woman walked over with a smile: "Sir, if you choose between a concubine and ancient coins, who will you want?"

"It goes without saying," the middle-aged man grabbed her waist. "My Yao Niang is a daughter who can't be exchanged. How can an ancient coin be compared with you?"

"Master!" The woman was so coquettish and urged, "Go quickly. Mr. Mo is an experts in this field. The master will be happy."

The middle-aged man smiled and let go of her: "Yao Niang still understands the master's heart and is considerate. It's worth it even if there is no baby in the room."

In the woman's repeated urging, the middle-aged man clenched the ancient coins and followed her to the hall to meet the guests.

Mr. Mo, in the woman's mouth, is an old man who is over 60 years old. A goatee makes him very knowledgeable. In fact, he is just an antique businessman of a jade shop on the street. Because he is like-minded with this old man, he is invited to come from time to time to appreciate the owner's collection.

"Mr. Mo, are you all over?" The middle-aged man and beauty was beside the baby in his hand and smiled particularly comfortably. In contrast, the man surnamed Mo was thin and shabby in clothes, so he could only get up quickly to say hello.

After the greeting, the two sat down separately. Yao Niang brought the fruit for them, and then retreated.

The man surnamed Mo asked tentatively, "I don't know if Master Ai has a new baby recently. I also want to open my eyes. I don't know..."

The middle-aged man leaned over with a smile and lowered his voice: "To tell you the truth, sir, I got a valuable treasure today. I just want to show it to you."

"Oh?" The man surnamed Mo's face was shining, "Where is it now?"

"It's right here." The middle-aged man said, opening his clenched fist. The man surnamed Mo hurriedly stretched out his head to look.

I saw the ancient coins with mottled patterns engraved with the four characters "Huide Tongbao". The man surnamed Mo screamed, "This...! Is this the real product?

"It's really authentic." The middle-aged man is quite complatic.

The man surnamed Mo looked like he wanted to touch and was timid. He praised repeatedly: "If this is authentic, it is a valuable treasure!" I think that the Qiong Dynasty has only been minted for decades, and there are very few coins, and one piece is worth tens of thousands of gold!"

This sentence sounds quite useful to a middle-aged man. What he wants is nothing more than the praise and envy of the man in front of him. He said, "Mr. Mo's words are heavy, but even if it's not worth a lot of money, it's a priceless treasure. I think someone likes to collect antique calligraphy and paintings all his life, and finally got a rare treasure."

"Yes, yes, congratulations to Master Ai!" The man surnamed Mo congratulated repeatedly, but his smile was not so comfortable.