At noon the next day, Ji Paper Kite held a grand mourning party to mourn the martyrs who died in the past, and then rewarded the meritorious deeds, and set off back to Yongling that night. She has been away for too long, and she needs to deal with many things in the court, so she has to hurry in the starry night.

Yan Li used the excuse of recuperating from his injuries and did not act with the large army, but found a carriage and asked Zhao Qiping to drive back slowly.

"Back in Yongling, what do you want to do most?"

Zhao Qiping thought while driving the car, and said, "Of course it's going back to the academy, but I know it's impossible, the academy has never accepted students who have been driven away." Wait for Your Majesty's arrangement. ”

Of course, Yan Li hid in the car not to recuperate from his injuries, but to study the Wuling map. But now there is no light at night, only with the help of the moonlight, but he helplessly found that he overestimated his eyesight, and he couldn't see any mystery during the day, let alone such a night?

He comforted casually: "All the Xishan Battalion were killed, you are the only survivor, and Ji Tiansheng will compensate you." I guess I'll give you an official to do, even in the face of your old classmates, you can raise your eyebrows, and you will also have an explanation for your fathers and fellow villagers. ”

"If that's the case, I really have to thank Brother Yan!" Zhao Qiping said overjoyed. sighed again, "Opportunities change from time to time, and life is really unpredictable." Standing at the gate of Yongling, waiting to be escorted, I still have an aftertaste, I didn't expect to be killed, and I still have a chance to return to Yongling......"

Speaking of which, such a big man, his eyes were slightly red. If you haven't experienced it, you'll never understand his feelings.

"Let's find an inn in front of you. Yan Li said suddenly.

Zhao Qiping was stunned for a moment and said, "We have only walked less than twenty miles." ”

Yan Li said: "Twenty miles away, there seems to be a small village." ”

Zhao Qiping smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Yan, I mean, if you want to find an inn to stay in, why don't you just wait in Rongcheng until tomorrow morning?"

Yan Li rolled up the Wuling map, lay down lazily, and said, "Because I suddenly found that I was really a little full and supported by traveling at night, and I couldn't see the beauty." ”

Zhao Qiping could say anything other than a wry smile.

Half an hour later, the carriage drove into the village and knocked on the door of an inn.

The shopkeeper is a white and chubby middle-aged man, and he is not annoyed when he is woken up at night, holding a candlestick in his hand, with a kind smile: "The two guest officers are still staying in the hotel?"

Yan Li said: "Stay in the hotel, come to two rooms." Also, help us feed the horse, it's yours. Then he took out a minot, ten taels of silver, from his bosom.

"Okay!" the shopkeeper's eyes lit up, knowing that he had met the big customer, "the villain will take you two to the room first, and then go to feed the horses." ”

The inn is a duplex structure, with a handrail staircase on the right side of the lobby and guest rooms next to the aisle.

"Watch out for the dark, you watch the way. ”

The shopkeeper pushed open a door and used candlesticks to illuminate the way.

Yan Lijing walked in, and suddenly took two steps back: "Wait, leave the candlestick." ”

He put the silver in his hand and took the candlestick.

The shopkeeper had nothing to do, so he took Zhao Qiping to another room in the dark.

Yan Li locked the door, put the candlestick on the table, looked left and right, the furnishings were very simple and clean, he felt very satisfied, so he went to close the window and door, and then sat down, took out the Wuling diagram and spread it on the table.

A genuine handiwork of Master Pu in the world, casually costs more than 10,000 taels of gold, and if there is a good work copied, it can also be sold for hundreds of taels, so it can be said that Master Pu has improved the aesthetic level of the Great Xia Dynasty by a dynasty.

Master Pu is accustomed to painting with freehand techniques, and this Wuling picture reveals a simple and rich charm, but with a few brushstrokes, the panorama of Yongling is completely outlined. Every yard, every house, every street, every tree, and even the fruit on the tree is all lifelike, as if it would become real at any moment.

Yan Li could even see the statue of Emperor Wu at the entrance of the martial arts arena, and the arrogance of the four wilds was vividly displayed in one stroke.

After watching carefully, he felt the artistic value of the Wuling map, and the majestic momentum of the Danqing master jumped on the paper. It's no wonder that the good works copied can be sold for hundreds of taels, just because most of the painters can't even capture one ten-thousandth of Master Pu's charm.

However, he had also seen the copying work, but he did not find that this authentic painting had the so-called code that Sun Bo said.

After watching it for a long time, I still don't have a clue.

Is it still nothing today?

Suddenly, the small dish on which the candles were placed on the candlestick overflowed, and the candle oil dripped down and dripped onto the painting.

Yan Li was stunned for a moment, and then his heart ached, and he hurriedly moved the candlestick away, while blowing the wind, trying to dry the candle oil, and then find a way to peel off the picture. But when it came time to peel it off, he was in trouble, for the candle oil had solidified on the paper, and if he had forcibly peeled it off, he might have torn off a piece, which would have been devastating, and even if it had been lightly estimated, it would have been a desecration of the painting to stain it with just a little ink.

He couldn't help but secretly blame himself for forgetting to check the candlestick.

Now that he was frustrated that nothing was going to be done, he thought to himself that it would be better to find a clever craftsman to deal with the treasure than to destroy it himself, so he prepared to put the painting away.

At this moment, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the place on the painting dripping with candle oil wrinkled, and he leaned over to examine it carefully, and found that there was a slight crack on it, but he was not surprised, because this crack seemed to be a transparent wax skin.

It turned out that the painting was also covered with a layer of transparent wax.

He carefully peeled off the candle oil and wax skin together, and presented the Wuling diagram completely, and then slowly exhaled.

He put the wax skin aside, looked strange, and said to himself: Could it be that Master Pu pinched his fingers back then, and calculated that this painting has such a catastrophe today, so he kept this method?

In any case, the fact that the treasure was not destroyed is something to celebrate.

Remove the outfit, Wuling Tu is still Wuling Tu, I can't see any difference.

After thinking about it, he picked up the peeled wax skin, leaned in the candlelight and took a closer look, and suddenly found a small black spot.

His surprise was not trivial, could it be that his hands were too heavy to really peel off the ink on them?

The wax skin was re-compared to the Wuling map, and the location of the small black dot was found by candlelight, but there was no difference, not only was there no difference, but the ink in this place was thicker than elsewhere.

"Huh?" he suddenly seemed to think of something, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it became.

Of course, it is impossible for Master Pu to seal the wax skin for Wuling Tu in advance, only the person who hides the clue will leave a small black spot on the wax skin by dotting a little ink on the position of the Dragon God Ring and then sealing the wax skin.

If Yan Li hadn't found the wax skin, then he wouldn't have been able to find the location of the Dragon God Ring for the rest of his life.

Four days later, Starry Night rushed back to Yongling, and came directly to the location on the small ink dot, which was a weapons shop, coincidentally, he had been here, before saving Tang Sanghua, in order not to reveal his identity, he made preparations for rescue here.

The shopkeeper of this shop still remembered him, and as soon as he saw him, he greeted him warmly: "The guest officer is here again, what do you want this time?"

Yan Li said: "I'm not here to buy weapons, I want to ask the shopkeeper about something." ”

The shopkeeper said politely: "You ask." ”

Yan Li said solemnly: "Can the shopkeeper recognize a person named Zhu Long?"

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment and said, "I recognize, that's an old friend of mine." ”

Yan Li became a little excited, and said, "Then did he put a sword here with you?"

The shopkeeper also became excited, and said, "Yes, yes, how did the guest officer know?"

Yan Li said excitedly: "I am his friend, and I came to get the sword." ”

The shopkeeper said: "Take the sword, what sword?"

Yan Li's mood sank, and he said with a cold face: "Zhu Long's sword." ”

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "You forgot, guest officer, you have taken it from me last time." ”

Yan Li was stunned for a moment, and then said in astonishment: "You mean, Xuanjun?"

The shopkeeper nodded.

Yan Li subconsciously touched his back.

Empty!

He felt the world spin for a while.

Xuan Jun was confiscated as early as when he was imprisoned in the Black Water Courtyard, and he fled in a hurry at that time, and he didn't have time to find it, and now God knows if he is still there.

Yan Li walked out of the armory shop in a daze, sighed, and just as he was reinforcing his spirit and preparing to rush to Rongcheng again, a pretty little girl blocked his way.

"You're finally back, woo-woo-woo......"

Ignoring the attention of pedestrians, the little girl rushed over and pounced on Yan Li, crying heartbroken, miserable and miserable, so that the listeners all looked at Yan Li angrily, thinking that he had abandoned the girl, causing the girl to cry so miserably.

Of course she's Fu'er.

Yan Li pushed her away weakly, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly found that the little girl actually had a sword behind her back, his lips trembled, and said, "Xuan Xuanxuan, why is Xuan Jun here with you?"

Fu'er wiped her tears and said, "People don't know, Sister Liuyun gave ......"

Yan Li took Xuanjun, and he felt like he had obtained a treasure. He sighed and said, "What are you crying about, even if I come back, you don't have to be so moved." ”

Fu'er cried even more fiercely: "Cai, it's not, Liuyun, Sister Liuyun forced others to try the food......"

Yan Li understood as soon as he heard that he was in a good mood, and his gratitude to Shen Liuyun prompted him to make a decision, he decided to personally send shàng mén as a guinea pig.

When he returned to his lodgings with Fu'er, there was already a table of dishes in the courtyard.

When he walked in, he saw Shen Liuyun wearing an apron, like an ordinary peasant woman, coming out with a plate.

"The last plate of fried greens, it's really time for you to come back. She expertly unbuttoned her apron.

Yan Li glanced at it, and was immediately dumbfounded: "This, this, this, these are all done by you?"

I saw that the dishes on the table included garlic tofu, fish-flavored shredded pork, fried fungus noodles, braised carp, potato stewed meat, and fish head soup, each of which looked very delicious.

Shen Liuyun patted the sealing mud of the wine jar and said, "You forgot what day it is." ”

Yan Li thought about it and shook his head.

Shen Liuyun sighed faintly and said, "You really forgot, today is your birthday, and you are already nineteen years old." ”

Yan Li was stunned, and a warm current was injected into his heart.

Shen Liuyun poured him a glass of wine, and poured a glass for himself and Fu'er: "Sit down." ”

Yan Li has long forgotten what it is like to be accompanied by someone: even if it is cloudy, even if there is a sudden goose feather snow in the sky, it will not affect the mood.

After drinking, Shen Liuyun said: "Eat, taste my craft." ”

Just as Yan Li picked up the chopsticks with anticipation, Fu'er suddenly covered her stomach and said, "Woo, Fu'er has a stomachache, eat, can't eat......"

Shen Liuyun said lightly: "Leave her alone, you eat." ”

Yan Li felt a bad premonition, he carefully sandwiched a piece of braised fish, slowly put it in his mouth and chewed. Then his face turned wonderful, and tears spurted out of his eyes.

Shen Liuyun was surprised: "Why are you crying?"

"Auntie, I, I was so moved that I cried...... Yan Li said with tears in her eyes, "I decided to do something for my aunt too." ”

Shen Liuyun was very happy and said, "Oh, what's the matter?"

Yan Li got up and entered the house, took the purple bamboo flute that the Pranya Futu gave him, walked under the peach tree, turned around and smiled: "Auntie, I want to give you a tune." ”

Shen Liuyun smiled: "Great. ”

Yan Li gently put the bamboo flute under his lips, his expression solemn.

Fu'er's eyes were full of little stars: "The master is so handsome!"

Yan Li took a deep breath, and then, a very unique flute sound sounded.

The two girls were stunned at first, then frowned in unison, and finally covered their ears in pain.

"What, it's so ugly......," Fu'er said angrily, "If the master can't blow it, don't blow it, it's ugly!"

Shen Liuyun said with a dark face: "The good flute was blown into suona by you, why don't you stop it quickly?"

Yan Li deliberately blew louder.

"Fu'er, catch him. Shen Liuyun called.

"Bah!" Fu'er pounced on Yan Li with her teeth and claws.

"Just keep going, don't stop ......"

"It's so ugly, I'm embarrassed to blow ......"

"It's so unpalatable, I'm embarrassed to cook it......"

"Just Xiaofan, you dare to say that about me!

"Ouch...... Today is my birthday......"

"What about birthdays?"

"Can you give some face? ”

"No, you can't. ”

"By the way, did you prepare a congratulatory gift for me?"

"Haven't you already eaten it?"

"Master, master, will Fu'er give you a fragrant kiss?"

"If I'm not there for you, I'm not good at you, tell me honestly, where did you learn?"

"Woo, master, I was wrong, don't spank Fu'er's ass. ”

"How dare you do anything to Fu'er?"

"I, I don't have ......"

Today is November 15 of the twelfth year of Emperor Qi, winter, Yanli will always remember.

PS: That's the end of the fifth volume, and the first part has finally reached the end volume. Overall, in addition to burning my brain, I am personally quite satisfied with this volume, especially at the end, I did not end it hastily like the fourth volume, and insisted on expressing the effect I wanted, which is especially not easy. It's almost 4,000 words, and I don't want to take you for 1,000 words, so I won't say more.