The notches on the bottom of the jar are strangely shaped, and at first glance they don't look like the stamps of the firing workshop.

Zhu Luan was stunned, raised the oil lamp, and approached the bottom of the can.

After seeing the traces at the bottom of the jar, Zhu Luan was even more surprised.

Because the marks on the bottom of the jar have smooth edges, it is not like a mark cut by a carving knife, but more like a human finger.

Zhu Luan stretched out his finger and traced it on the traces at the bottom of the jar, slightly stunned.

With Song Huaizhu's realm, in the case of the leakage of true qi, as long as he touches it lightly with his hand, I am afraid that he will be able to leave such traces on this hard pottery wall.

With Song Huaizhu's personality, Zhu Luan didn't think he would deliberately use his true qi to draw around.

However, for the Unknown Realm Grandmaster whose control of internal qi has reached the pinnacle, if there is a situation where true qi leaks out......

Only serious injuries or ...... When the mood is severely unstable.

Since the bottom of this jar has not been penetrated, it seems that the leakage of true qi is not very serious......

Zhu Luan stroked the traces at the bottom of the jar and thought slowly.

She took a deep breath and carefully examined the traces at the bottom of the jar, the doubts in her eyes deepening.

At a casual glance, I felt that it was a mess, but if I looked closely......

"It's ...... Word? Zhu Luan said in a low voice.

It's the word.

Zhu Luan exhaled that breath.

She didn't see it before, because the writing was really not very good.

To put it bluntly, it's ugly.

The strokes are crooked, and the skeleton can't collapse anymore, and it's a font that any private school teacher will be furious at the sight of.

But the reason why Zhu Luan didn't blurt out an ugly word is that this word is not completely out of order.

In key places, it seems to be pushed and controlled by something.

It's like ......

Zhu Luan looked at the handwriting under the lamp, a little distracted.

It's like an adult holding a child's hand and writing it.

The reason why she can see it is because when she was a child, when the queen of heaven taught her to write, she often did this.

But putting these aside, Zhu Luan didn't think that this was written by Song Huaizhu.

Although it was only a quick glance, she had seen the words written by Song Huaizhu when he annotated the scriptures.

The font is thin and has its own style and bones, and I am afraid that I can make a lot of money by selling it, and it will never be the appearance of the handwriting at the bottom of the clay pot.

Either Song Huaizhu deliberately imitated it, or someone else wrote it.

But who would have written it?

You must know that the font of the Xuezhai monk copying the scriptures is also good, and it can be engraved on the stone tablet.

If so, why is it possible to imitate such a style of font?

No, before that, what is it to imitate such words?

Zhu Luan stared at the word at the bottom of the jar, although it was the first time he saw it, he felt confused. But for some reason, a strange feeling lingered in my heart.

What exactly is this word until we figure out that feeling?

Three points, then these are three points of water, this horizontal, this hook, this apostrophe, this ......

"It's ......"

Zhu Luan traced the handwriting on the bottom of the jar and read in a low voice.

"Shen?"

……

……

Even though he could make out the handwriting on the bottom of the jar, Zhu Luan still didn't understand what it meant.

In her third memory, there was nothing to do with this word.

Dignitaries, families, and Miss Gongzi, except for a few middle-level officials, there is no one with this word in their names.

And Xiliang and Houjin Wangting, there are no people who even have this word in their nicknames.

Maybe not the name?

Zhu Luan thought to himself.

Or is it something new that has emerged in the past decade?

After all, there is a ten-year gap between her and this world.

Or is it just the person who wrote it?

Zhu Luan couldn't guess, and thought that maybe he could ask the owner of this jar when they met next time?

Belch...... Forget it.

If they could meet again, what would be the next time they met?

Zhu Luan closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

She stood up and walked to the entrance of the cave, trying to blow out the oil lamp.

Outside the cave, you can see snowflakes crystal clear, and the beauty in the moonlight is incredible.

Zhu Luan was stunned, feeling that his eyes were a little sour.

When had she seen such a beautiful view?

Zhu Luan paused, walked back to the stone case, picked up the clay pot, and put it on his chest.

A crisp bell rang.

The flower bell glows brightly.

……

……

"So, you ended up climbing the cliff?"

In the warm Zen room, Princess Jinyang leaned on the head of the bed with her clothes draped, looking at the girl who climbed in through the window with an expressionless face.

Zhu Luan landed lightly on the velvet blanket on the ground, bringing in a burst of cold air.

She closed the east window and turned to look at Princess Jinyang, whose face was indistinguishable from joy and anger, "I'm sorry, I'm arguing with you again?" ”

"No," Princess Jinyang said, "I went to bed early, I just woke up." ”

"Yes," Zhu Luan smiled, walked to the dresser and sat down, took off his soft shoes, and picked up the square towel on the back of the chair to wipe the soles of his feet.

Princess Jinyang exhaled as she watched her skillful movements.

Truth be told, she's numb now.

Isn't it just that there is one less person around in the middle of the night, and then it won't be long before I come in through the window.

The first time, she was worried about people being kidnapped or something, and she would get out of bed to search.

By now, it has long been turned into waking up and continuing to sleep, and whether the person comes back to sleep or wake up depends on his mood.

"You went alone?" Princess Jinyang asked as she looked at the girl who was walking towards her lightly.

"Well," Zhu Luan nodded, "Otherwise, who else." ”

"It seems that that person will not come back," Princess Jinyang's eyes were stained with regret, "Since you have gone up......"

She paused, "Did he leave anything behind?" ”

Preferably something that proves his identity, even if it's a little bit of a beat-the-bush.

"It's true that there is something left," Zhu Luan said, "but I don't know if it has anything to do with his identity." ”

"What's that?" Princess Jinyang wondered.

"An ordinary medicine jar," Zhu Luan said with a smile.

Princess Jinyang's eyes showed disappointment when she heard this.

"Na, Jinyang," Zhu Luanmo rubbed his fingers and asked softly.

"In the past ten years, have you heard of any famous people with the character Shen in their names?"

"Shen?" Princess Jinyang frowned.

"Yes," Zhu Luan nodded, "It's not just a surname, it's a name or a nickname." ”

"It's not for nothing," Princess Jinyang said, "but it's ...... to be noticed by you."

She glanced at Zhu Luan, "It shouldn't be." ”

"Then ...... again," Zhu Luan wanted to say, let her push the time forward.

But after thinking about it, she forgot to remember those years, and Princess Jinyang was just a babbling child, so she had to give up.

I have to go to God and ask those people.

"Your information doesn't seem to be of any use." Princess Jinyang sighed, "In the end, I still haven't determined the identity of that person. ”

"Can you only speculate with what you know now......" Princess Jinyang muttered.

"I really want to hide it, everything that is shown in front of you will not be true." Zhu Luan smiled.