The room is very clean, the tables, chairs and furniture are neat and stable, and there is no dust on the table with your fingers, and you can see that someone is cleaning it from time to time.

It's just that when you walk into the house, the overall feeling of this room is different from other rooms, a little lonely and a little old that belongs to time.

The orange-red sunlight is obliquely thrown into the room, and Yuan Lai can clearly see the particles of dust floating in the sunlight in the air, like fireflies like a galaxy, and like an invisible elf in the air.

I don't know why, Yuan Lai suddenly remembered his childhood when he was so long to remember the deep seabed, at that time he was still a simple boy who liked to lie on a high place and look up to see the white clouds change in the afternoon, and he would listen to the mud wrestling, yearning for adventure, like to run blindly, his face was thin and thick, and he could not change his face and use a dog's tail grass to forcibly replace a Qianlong Tongbao with a red rope bolt on someone's grave, and he had a young man's heart to explore the secrets.

Merely...... How many years ago was that?

Since the plastic airsoft gun in his hand has become a real thing, since a pack of plastic bullets for a few cents has become a dangerous object that can pierce people's hearts, that simple and pure heart that scares people to death has long been turned into a ball.

Yuan Lai was a little trance-like and a little melancholy.

The most obvious thing in the room is a painting, hanging on the wall, which is said to be not suitable for painting in this kind of room, but this one is very harmonious.

Yuan Lai walked a few steps and saw that the canvas already had traces of time.

The painting is a fairy scene, but the time seems to point to the night, the mountain peaks are hidden in the clouds and mist, there are green pines on the mountain, the white clouds are fluttering, there are rivers below, there are small boats in the river, and the most striking is a round of bright moon in the sky, the bright moon is extremely bright, the mountains and rivers shine like day. And there is a row of clouds and fairy cranes in the moon, spreading its wings elegantly and vividly.

The painting is nameless and has no inscription, but there is a signature: the twenty-seventh generation of cranes.

What a strange name, Yuan Lai stared at it for a long time before lowering his head and landing his gaze on a delicate mahogany box on the small cabinet directly below the painting.

After a moment's hesitation, he opened it, and in the box was a short weapon on the brocade. The sheath is red, very delicate but not exaggerated, the style is subtle, Yuan Lai likes it at first glance,

Pick it up, hold the handle and slowly pull it out, and a shiny blade is exposed.

This is a short knife, but it is not bent but as straight as a sword, but one side is open and the other side is blunt and round, when it is exposed to the air, Yuan Lai seems to hear the sound of paper being cut in the air, slowly rotate the blade side to his cheek and look carefully, he only felt a tingling pain on his face, a little hot, subconsciously touched his face, but there was no damage.

"Good sharp......

Yuan Lai was secretly surprised, seeing that the sharpness of this blade had reached such a level, it could actually be sharpened in the air, he subconsciously looked like looking for something to try its sharpness, but unfortunately he didn't find a suitable knife stone when he looked around the room.

The handle of the knife was engraved with words, and Yuan Lai carefully put the knife into the sheath and looked closely, only to see that it was three seal characters: the crane in the moon.

"Crane in the Moon...... Is this its name......" Yuan Lai said secretly, since ancient times, famous weapons have names, not surprisingly, this "crane in the moon" is the name of this thing.

Look at the picture above, it's a good match.

Yuan Lai carefully put the crane down, and then his eyes looked at the other desk by the window.

It is very elegant, the neatly placed books are evenly proportioned, Yuan Lai turned the top page at will, and saw that there were many lines outlined between the lines of the text, which seemed to be the mark mark written down by the owner of the book when he was reading.

Occasionally, I found some short words and sentences between the lines and pages, most of which were experiences, but unfortunately the words were extremely concise, most of them were just a few words, it was difficult to see the owner's outlook on life from these words, but looking at these fine and elegant small words Yuan Lai could at least draw a simple conclusion.

The owner of the book is delicate, decisive, and has his own hills and valleys in his heart.

In general, he must be a very well-bred person.

Not surprisingly, this is his mother's thing, Yuan Lai couldn't help but wonder how such a woman fell in love with Yuan Shoucheng, a layman who only knew vassal elegance?

Isn't it the fulfillment of that universal truth: good cabbage always has to be arched by that, and flowers always have to be planted there?

Well, in fact, Yuan Shoucheng is still a pretty good person.

Yuan Lai smiled, through these relics, he was able to peek into the life of someone more than ten years ago, which is a fascinating thing, just like archaeology, it is very interesting to use his heart to fit and speculate on the unknown years.

Finally, his gaze fell on the yellow wooden box on the table.

He had just opened the Moon Crane from that box, and now an even larger treasure chest was in front of him.

Yuan Lai took a deep breath and reached out to open the box.

......

On top is a piece of clothing.

Yuan Lai frowned and unfurled it in the air, this is a Taoist robe, the Taoist robe worn by cultivators, the robes worn by cultivators are different from those worn by scholars, and the robes of each cultivation inheritance are different, some differences are in color and some are in patterns, but the style of all sects is the same.

This is a leaf-yellow robe, very clean and thick, the stitches are very dense, from the details it can be seen that this is a brand new robe, there is no trace of wearing, from the luster it should be some years, but there is not the slightest decay, close can also smell a faint fragrance of grass.

The Dao robe was stretched up and Yuan Lai's figure just fit, which made him feel a little weird, as if this robe was made for him, and it was made for him at this age.

The robe is very plain, there are not too many patterns, but there is a crane with wings embroidered on the back, full of aura.

Yuan Lai put it down, and a thought popped up inexplicably in his heart, about the thought between his mother and the cultivator he had never met.

After picking up the robe, what appeared in the box was some strange-looking herbs, Yuan Lai had never seen them, and the smell was the same as the smell on the robe, it seemed that these grasses were plants used for cleaning.

After removing a few grasses, what was revealed was a booklet, made of unknown materials, which looked old but undilapidated.

Yuan Lai carefully took it out, only to see that there were three simple words on the cover: "Huang Tingjing".

......

The "Huang Ting Jing" contained in this booklet is divided into two parts: "The Yellow Court Interior Scene Sutra" and "The Yellow Court Exterior Scene Sutra", and the volume in Yuan Lai's hand is the "Interior Scene Sutra" part.

"Is this a practice book?"

Yuan Lai muttered to himself, holding the booklet and feeling like ripples on a calm lake.

His thoughts drifted for a while before he resisted the urge to open it, put down the booklet, and looked down at the last item in the box.

It was an envelope with no words on the cover and yellowish paper.

Yuan Lai vaguely guessed that this should be a letter from more than ten years ago, spanning more than ten years, and finally reaching his eyes.