Zhu An closed the yellowed and wrinkled book without a single corner of the book, and sighed, it turned out that there was such a sad and sighing story in this underground palace.

If you don't write it down with pen and paper, these past events will pass away with the years and no one will ever talk about them again.

With awe in his heart, he put the book that belonged to the new moon back in its place, carefully dusted the sarcophagus, and worshipped it earnestly.

Presumably, the mood that Shuoyue wants to convey to her master has been well transmitted!

However, what surprised him even more was the repeated forgetfulness of worries in Shuoyue's writings, and he didn't expect that Master Forgetfulness would have such a past. He had guessed the reason why Master Forgetfulness was not in the world before, but he didn't expect it to be just because of a person named Shuoyue. Forget Worries never said it to him.

When I was still on the mountain, there were often people who made some plaques praising medical ethics to thank me for the life-saving grace of forgetting worries and sent them up the mountain, but forgetting worries always politely declined, and I really couldn't get rid of them, and I just piled them up in other rooms at random. Because there was a simple plaque with gold characters on a black background hanging in his room from beginning to end, and there were no other words written on it, only the words: Forget the Moon Pharmacy.

He used to see Forget Worry looking up at the plaque with his head up, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and sometimes he could look at it all day.

These subtle movements now have a reason, but just as Forget Worry never told him the story of his parents, he never asks about Forget Worry's past, after all, everyone has their own secrets that they carefully treasure.

He sighed.

Zhu'an stood up and walked back to where the skeleton was sitting, where there was a floor tile that was clearly different from the ground around it, and the gap between them was very obvious. There was a white bone sitting on it before, which directly covered it, which can be called a bold and ingenious disguise, after all, no one usually wants to take the initiative to move a white bone, not only troublesome but also disrespectful to the dead.

It's just that I didn't expect the white bone to move on its own, which saved Zhu'an a lot of trouble.

Zhu An squatted down and pried open the stone slab with the tip of his sword, listening to the noisy sound coming from below, there was a faint light running out from under the black hole, he breathed a sigh of relief and found it!

He didn't think much about jumping down, the distance of the hole was much deeper than he thought, and he didn't know if he would hit anything when he landed.

So, with such a cautious mood, he fell on a soft thing in front of everyone's eyes, and the originally rapid fall was also buffered, and the stone room, which was originally full of people and chaotic into a pot of porridge, suddenly fell silent.

Zhu An and a group of sect masters and protégés of the martial arts family who were meditating cross-legged and healing their luck stared at each other for a while.

Zhu Anxin said: What kind of strange posture are these people? Collective cultivation? Is this stone room some kind of blessed land cave heaven?

Against their strange gazes, he quietly glanced down at what he was sitting on, and he fell to the ...... On a huge reishi mushroom.

As for those people looking at him, the huge and dazzling golden tree that was already close in front of them, making their blood boil and cheer, was trampled by one foot!

Stepped on!

Among the people who were still sitting on the ground to do the exercises, some of them almost cried while maintaining the posture of spitting, and asked in a broken voice: "...... That...... The golden tree? No, it's gone?"

"How could it be ......"

"He ...... It's gone!"

“......”

"Chase!"

Zhu'an looked sideways and saw Weaving Dream running towards him with an anxious face.

He was already a little hairy by the wolf-like gaze of these people, and quickly jumped off the huge Lingzhi.

As soon as he stood firm, he was pounced on by Weaving Dreams, and his hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

"Brother, where have you been?"

"I ......" his experience was really indescribable, and he comforted and reached out to touch the hair of the dream.

Weaving Dream was very happy to see Zhu'an again, but she didn't just care about her own happiness, and hurriedly pulled Zhu'an to the side,"

Brother, come and see Mu Feibai! he's injured!"

Zhu An didn't say much and followed her over, and Weaving Dreams made a long story short and talked about how Mu Feibai was injured and why everyone in the family quickly picked out the key points in luck healing.

When Zhu'an approached, she only saw Shuhua sitting on the ground holding Mu Feibai, who was pale and her eyes were closed, her eyes were red, but she stubbornly looked at Mu Feibai's face without tears.

When she saw Zhu'an approaching, she said with difficulty: "Save him." ”

Zhu'an didn't say anything more, hurriedly went to explore Mu Feibai's pulse, carefully inspected the wound, methodically applied the medicinal powder he was carrying, tore the strip of cloth for him to bandage it simply, and took off the small cloth bag that never left his body from his waist, took out a set of silver needles, and pricked a few needles on Mu Feibai's body steadily and quickly.

Shuhua saw that he had received the needle, and finally had a different expression on his face: "What's the matter?"

Zhu'an shook his head and replied solemnly: "The wound is too deep, it has passed through the body, and it is still in danger if it needs medicine urgently." ”

He never exaggerates his condition, nor does he understate what the diagnosis is, and he uses extremely strict words when he says it.

Shuhua's body trembled and was stunned, and Weaving Dream quickly reached out and touched her shoulder to comfort her.

Zhu'an also comforted: "Life is at stake, and the more you delay, the worse it will get." Now, we need to get out of here. Shuhua, cheer up, Feibai is still waiting. ”

Shuhua calmed down, nodded and said a hmm.

Zhu'an also knew that she had made a promise that she would do it, and she didn't say anything more.

Suddenly thinking of something, Zhu An stood up, took two steps back quietly, and stood side by side with Rong Lian, who was standing on the side, and the people around him didn't notice his movements.

He has some questions that he wants to figure out, but he can't say anything to everyone hastily because he hasn't figured it out.

"Young Master Rong, I take the liberty to ask you a question. ”

Rong Lian blinked, looked over, and replied in a low voice, "You say." ”

"Who are you?"

Rong Lian didn't seem to expect him to ask this, she was stunned for a moment, and replied with a curious expression: "Do you know my father?"

"I don't know, it turned out to be Ling Zun, it's rude. ”

Zhu'an actually cares a little about Rong Pian, no matter the time or place of appearance, it is very coincidental, and his family has been chasing the Phantom Flower Treasure for generations, but at least he couldn't find Rong Pian's motive before, and even now, he still can't find Rong Pian's motive, if he is looking for treasure like his father, then he should be very interested in money and treasures, but on the contrary, Rong Pian doesn't look at these things, he doesn't care very much, and he can't even find fault with his behavior.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that Rong Xun hadn't mentioned this matter to Rong Lian when he was killed by Shuoyue, but he wanted his father to die for some reason, and even helped Shuoyue lead the way. Looking at it this way, if you don't know about the illusion treasure Rong Lian, does it really have nothing to do with him?

"It's okay, but how do you know your father's name?"

"I saw it in a handwritten letter left by a girl named Shuoyue. ”

"Shuoyue, do you mean Shuoyue?" Rong Lian's expression was shocked, the laziness around him dissipated a lot, as if he remembered the old man, his expression was a little solemn, and he said frankly: "Shuoyue had a relationship with me, it was she who killed my father, but unfortunately she was brainless, she was poisoned and refused to solve it, she died, she is a very interesting person." ”

After speaking, he returned to his careless appearance, looked at Zhu'an with a smile and said, "Doubt me?"

His expression was flawless, and Zhu'an just wanted to confirm something, although he couldn't be called suspicious, and he would be relieved to confirm it after all, but Zhu'an would not lie.

So he honestly replied, "To tell you the truth, there are some." ”

Rong Lian nodded and didn't care much, "Well, it's doubtful. ”

Hearing this, Zhu'an also laughed, "It's rude, don't blame." ”

Rong Lian shook her head, indicating that she didn't take it to heart.

Zhu'an walked back to Weaving Dreams and asked them how they got here

Coming, Weaving Dream roughly told Zhu'an about their previous experiences, including the strange stone gate they encountered, and the Bliss Snake Gu they encountered, and how they got here and saw the golden tree that he had trampled on.

"There's a tree made of gold?"

"Yes, it's very tall, the trunk and leaves are all golden, and there are piles of all kinds of treasures, it looks quite beautiful!" Weaving Dream turned his head and pointed, "Well, it was the spot where you jumped just now." ”

Zhu An looked in the direction she pointed, and there was only the huge Lingzhi, and the protégés of the various families who had finished their luck healing were still crumbling around it.

Zhu'an and Zhimeng walked over to inspect together, and everyone's eyes shifted to the two of them again, and the heavy resentment followed like a shadow, and Zhu'an couldn't help but sweat in his heart.

"Brother, you have trampled on their dreams of making a fortune. Weaving Dream blinked, leaned closer, and whispered teasingly.

Zhu An also replied helplessly in a low voice: "That's really a big sin." ”

He tried his best to ignore the increasingly resentful eyes of everyone, and looked around the Ganoderma lucidum, this Ganoderma lucidum is very huge, he just landed on it and was firmly supported, the touch is still very soft and fluffy, the color is yellow-brown, the texture on the Ganoderma lucidum is clear and uniform, if its body shape is not so weird, it is a very high-quality Ganoderma lucidum, and there is a circle of smaller Ganoderma lucidum groups on the side of its rhizome, which looks a little weird and lush.

Weaving Dream was really uncomfortable being stared at by everyone's strange eyes, and turned his head and said to them tentatively, "Why don't you get some Ganoderma lucidum to sell?"

Before everyone could answer, Zhu'an rejected the proposal.

"This lingzhi is different, it is best not to touch it easily. ”

One of the protégés had a resentful look in his eyes but didn't dare to be too obvious, and asked weakly, "Why?"

"If the speculation is correct, this is the mirage Ganoderma lucidum that is often planted in the tombs of the royal family of the Chaoyue Kingdom. ”

"What is Mirage Ganoderma lucidum?"

"Is there such a Ganoderma lucidum? I haven't heard of it!"

"Mirage, as the name suggests, is a pavilion transformed from mirage, you can understand that this reishi is alive, and when it is planted, it will constantly release a special gas. When these gases condense together, they will change into a virtual scene, generally speaking, it is an extremely luxurious scene, luring people to approach, and when people indulge in it and fall into an illusion, it will be swallowed little by little and become its nutrients, and insects, snakes and rats are the same. Just as there will be a mirage about the oasis in the desert, this kind of Ganoderma lucidum is the same, so the book calls this Ganoderma lucidum a mirage, which is toxic and inedible, and its only function is to guard the mausoleum. Looking at its size, if it is not very large, it has already devoured a lot of nutrients. This kind of Ganoderma lucidum is very common in the tombs of the nobles of the emperor's mound, and it is normal for you to go to the tomb for the first time, so it is normal to have no impression. ”

The protégé said with a resentful face: "So...... Is it fake?"

As soon as his words fell, the others began to wail.

"What! It's fake, it's been tricked! I can't believe anything in this dungeon!"

"I don't believe it, my gold everywhere has been trampled on like this!

"The Phantom Flower Treasure is fake! This time, I won't believe it again!" though they had said it several times.

In the face of everyone's disappointment and resentment, Zhu'an shook his head again, "Definitely." ”

As soon as his words came out, everyone fell silent.

Fang Xu, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke: "Gongzi Zhu'an, what do you mean?"

"The so-called mirage scene is a scene made of the mirage in the legend, but in reality, the mirage scene needs to rely on the real thing to take shape, so ......" Zhu'an didn't say it, but everyone understood what he meant.

"So...... So that golden tree is real!"