Behind the tin door, there was a mess of all kinds of old items.

The broken copper furnace, the copper tripod with broken feet, the wooden box with perforated holes, as well as wooden tables, wooden cabinets, and even several groups of medicine cabinets are crowded inside, and some moldy and rotten Chinese medicinal materials are scattered on the ground, and a dried wild ginseng fell in the corner, half of it is jet black, and half of it also reveals a dark red light, which is obviously a spiritual material of a little old.

This appears to be an underground storage room, which was once used to store medicinal herbs, and after the herbs were taken out, they were used to store garbage.

These garbage are a bit old, at least thirty or fifty years old, as far as the half-broken rosewood box is concerned, if it is complete, maybe it can be sold for some money.

Hua Tao scanned around the ground with his divine thoughts, almost not letting go of every inch, and opened the broken box and opened the cabinet to check. He had a little idea, this was once Hua Xueying's home, it should be something used by master Hua Qiming, maybe something special would be left behind.

Today, Yin Zhengsheng mentioned Baoqing Building, which touched Hua Tao's nerves, and he remembered again that Baoqing Building is also the Hua family's property and Hua Xueying's property, and now that Hua Xueying is unconscious, he should eliminate this regret. Without hatred, there is still responsibility, Baoqinglou should not be left undecided all the time, he has to give the master an explanation.

It's a pity that I searched for most of the day, rummaged through every corner of the underground, and found nothing. His current divine mind is so powerful that he can catch even the slightest crack and interlayer, and he even has the idea of smashing open the concrete floor and looking through it.

"Well, is it just gone?" Hua Tao raised his head and sighed.

As he looked up, his eyes fell on the upper right. On an antique sconce, near the top. It's an oil lamp. It has long been abandoned. It was cut into the wall, perhaps because it was a bit tall, and was not pried off and discarded. The oil lamp is not black, and there are obvious stains, and there is a black and white photo of an inch square pasted on the button of the oil lamp.

"Master!" The moment Hua Tao saw the photo, he couldn't help but exclaim.

The person in the photo is Hua Qiming, thin as firewood. His face was gloomy, and the only thing that remained unchanged was his eyes, which still revealed a layer of sharp light.

Hua Tao stayed where he was for a long time, and finally calmed down.

It was the last ruin, and if he didn't have what he wanted, he would almost be dead. He didn't go to get the oil lamp with his own hands, but closed his eyes and was stunned for a while, and from his forehead conjured up a woman in a pink skirt holding a sword, it was Shu'er.

Shu'er floated up to the roof of the room and waved her arm lightly. After a few back and forth, she cut the oil lamp and the bricks on the wall. Finally, he slowly moved in front of Hua Tao.

Hua Tao took the things, scanned the basement again, and after no more gains, walked out quickly.

Shu'er and Hua Tao sat in the living room, peeling off the bricks little by little, leaving a complete antique lamp.

This lamp is very special, the part cut into the brick has a fist-sized oil tank, pure copper zuò, without a trace of rust, engraved with a few strange patterns. A small copper pipe sticks out from above, and through guò, a hollow copper pipe, into which kerosene can be filled. The small copper tube below reaches into the wick and strikes a match to emit a bright light.

Hua Tao carefully took out the portrait of Hua Qiming, there are several rows of blurred handwriting behind the photo, these handwriting is not written with pen and ink, but pierced with a needle little by little, the text is very small, because of the age, with the corruption of the photo itself, the pinholes are connected into a piece, and the handwriting is blurred.

After half an hour of identification, I can only roughly see the two sentences in the middle: the oil is exhausted, the lamp is dry, and the sea vows are in the heart.

There is nothing special about the meaning of the two sentences, it is estimated that the master feels that his health is no longer good, and he is still in love with his mother. There should be a sentence at the top and bottom, but it has been turned into history by time, and the specific traces can no longer be traced.

"Shu'er, help me break the fuel storage tank." Hua Tao sighed, collected his mood, and pointed to the fist-sized fine copper and said.

Shu'er snorted, swung his sword and was about to chop down, but he took it back halfway.

"What's wrong?"

"Childe, I think this oil lamp is a bit special, and if you forcibly break it, you won't get the result you want." Shu'er shook her head and said.

"Really? You look at this oil storage tank, it is completely a whole, it is estimated that it was refined by the master, if it is not broken, how to open it? Hua Tao frowned and asked.

Shu'er still shook her head: "Anyway, I feel that it is not appropriate for me to break it." Have you seen these circles of patterns, it is definitely not a pattern, it should be a kind of rune, once forcibly cut, it may destroy its complete structure. It's all my gut feeling, nothing else. If Childe is determined to do so, Shu'er will help you. ”

"Wait, you don't know these runes?" Hua Tao frowned.

"I don't know, there are thousands of runes, some of them are still my own, where is it so easy to identify." Shu'er put away the sword in his hand and looked at Hua Tao with a smile.

Hua Tao closed his eyes and thought for a while, and finally nodded, waved his hand without saying a word, and put the lamp into the Sumeru bag.

…

Learning soon got on the right track, and Hua Tao also made up his mind, not affected by the beauties around him, and concentrated on learning, completely treating himself as a student who strives to be motivated and eager to learn.

He liked Maria's course very much, and the international trade theory she taught had a strong personal point of view, putting aside the dogma in the books, and using a large number of cases to illustrate, especially the history of the West and the United States, and analyzing it step by step, which made Hua Tao fascinated.

Maybe the students here don't have Hua Tao's experience, they don't listen as attentively as him, and they don't understand it thoroughly, but they like her incisive remarks and sweet and relaxed teaching atmosphere, plus she herself is a blooming beautiful flower, no one doesn't like her classes.

Maria often asks questions in class, and many classmates can't answer them, only Hua Tao and the three beauties beside him, Tang Tang, Yin Qin, and Xue Feng, can answer fluently. Over time, the international trade course became a symposium for one man and four beauties.

Maria's English course is a favorite of all students, and the lecture is held in the general room, and the classroom that can accommodate hundreds of people is full every time, and almost all students from the Department of International Trade will be present, and the learning atmosphere is extremely hot. Of course, there is an exception, that is Xue Feng, she never comes to English class, because her English level has long been perfect, and the taste of speaking English is even more authentic than Maria.

Time passed unconsciously, and a month had passed since the start of school.

Hua Tao gradually became familiar with the environment of Dongda, and gradually got used to the people and things here. He is very low-key, rarely appears in public again, and has never lived in a student apartment, and his aura as a male god has gradually faded and is gradually forgotten. (To be continued......) R1292