The waning moon is like a hook.

Jun Moliu and Yan Bangqiu caught fire on the cliff on the side of the cemetery, planning to make do with it all night and sort out their thoughts.

Jun Moliu took out a blue purse embroidered with green bamboo in his baggage, which he took from the hand of Fake Hongqing, and took out two yellowed volumes of books and a wooden box from his arms.

"Hey, Jun Xiaoliu, isn't this purse that you often wear?" Yan Bangqiu casually plucked the burning firewood with a wooden stick to make the flame bigger, and subconsciously asked when he saw Jun Moliu taking out the purse.

"No, I'm not the only one wearing this purse. Jun Moliu hooked his lips, didn't explain much, opened the purse, there was nothing in it, as expected, Jun Moliu raised his eyebrows, and rubbed his three fingers. Yan Bangqiu picked up a book and flipped through it, it turned out to be the one that had been placed on the bookshelf in the secret room outside the building.

Jun Moliu took out a silver needle, picked up a thread in the purse, tore it with both hands, the sound of the cloth tearing sounded, Yan Bangqiu looked over, the purse was torn open, and there was a messy thread inside, Yan Wanqiu no longer paid attention, put down the book in his hand, and took another one.

Jun Moliu was not disappointed, picked it again with a silver needle, and tore it again, and it turned out that there was an extra layer of fabric sewn in the purse. Jun Moliu tore off the interlayer, and the words were embroidered on it, using double-sided embroidery, sewing the font inside, and exposing the thread on the other side according to the pattern outside the purse.

If you are careless, you will not find anything wrong with the thinness of the sandwich fabric, and even if you open it, you can only see the side that the person who sews the purse wants people to see. It is precisely because of this that he has not found out.

Yan Bangqiu seemed to be fascinated by reading, almost leaning on the bonfire, and didn't care about Jun Moliu.

Jun Moliu adjusted his sitting position and leaned closer to the campfire.

Seeing the words like faces, the purse is made by Tongmian, and the name of the second son has been admired for a long time, and the face is not what I want. This letter is only for family feuds, and I am willing to live up to it.

Jun Moliu looked at it again, his long eyebrows furrowed, Tong Mian should be the woman who died on behalf of Hongqing, Jun Moliu read it silently, her face should have been made when she was alive, and this purse should have been embroidered by her before she died, because the time was urgent, so it was a little rough.

But if the mask she put on when she was alive should be voluntary, why did she leave a purse at the end to avenge her?

Jun Moliu has a bit of a headache, things are getting more and more complicated, always when he thinks the mystery is going to be revealed, another layer of fog appears, and the clues are all disorganized, and he can't figure out the clue, but everything is linked together and interlocking.

Jun Moliu stuffed the tattered purse into his arms and picked up the wooden box again. Yan Bangqiu was fascinated by the book, and only glanced over and retracted his gaze.

Jun Moliu carefully took out the cloth and put it on the baggage, and cut open the mezzanine again, this time he directly took out the wooden board of the mezzanine, the thickness of the wooden box is somewhat similar to the book, so it is not deep, and the wooden board of the mezzanine is only a thin piece, the wooden board is a little rotten, and there are some deep and shallow traces on it, and some are blurred.

Jun Moliu approached the wooden box to the bonfire, and the wooden box was actually painted with cinnabar, but the handwriting was a little blurry for too long, because it was made of cinnabar, so it could still be seen clearly, with the bonfire being extinguished, he finally saw the four words, which was the "Huaxu dream" depicted with a small seal.

After turning over the box, and finally making sure that there were no other clues, Jun Moliu put down the wooden box, unfolded the cloth again, took out the wooden board, and carefully looked at the lines and drawings on the cloth. One of the lines running through the east and west caught the attention of Jun Moliu.

The Damo Dynasty covers a wide area, there is a big river in the land that runs through the east and west of the Damo, almost dividing the dynasty into two, the name of the river is 曌 (zhào) River, which means that the sun and the moon are in the sky, bless me Damo. Almost all the Damo people were raised by the Caojiang River, so the Caojiang River is also known as the "Mother River".

The lines running through the cloth made him think of the Caojiang River for a moment, isn't it, this cloth is a treasure map?

If this piece of cloth is related to the location of the treasure, then what is written on the other piece of cloth that was taken away? It's a pity that I couldn't take a look at it at the time, otherwise I wouldn't have found a clue now and still can't tell.

Jun Moliu couldn't see anything, so he had to put these away again,

Seeing Yan Bangqiu seemed to be fascinated by reading, the book was getting closer and closer to the bonfire, Jun Moliu reached out and grabbed the book, Yan Bangqiu was startled and almost fell into the fire.

Yan Wanqiu turned around and yelled at Jun Moliu: "Jun Xiaoliu!"

Jun Moliu looked at Yan Bangqiu with disdain again, pointed to the bonfire with the book in his hand, and said, "Yan Bangqiu, do you think that the firewood is not big enough so you want to use this to try?"

"Remind the master that he will die, can't he be gentle? No wonder Mu Hongqing doesn't want you!" Yan Bangqiu glanced at Jun Moliu, rubbed the hair that was almost burned in front of his forehead, and said Mu Hongqing casually, and suddenly thought of something and glanced at Jun Moliu with a little weakness.

"It's even more abnormal if this son is gentle with you. Jun Moliu's face was as usual, and he replied lightly. Yan Bangqiu choked suddenly, remembering that he had just mentioned Mu Hongqing and didn't have the heart to quarrel with Jun Moliu, so he only muttered, "The ghost wants you to be gentle." ”

Jun Moliu raised his eyebrows, Yan Wanqiu's heart was weak, he yawned, pulled out his clothes in the baggage, and quickly lay down on the laid hay, covered his head, and stood motionless.

Jun Moliu rubbed his temples, took out a piece of clothing, casually packed up his baggage and put it at his side, added some firewood, and lay down to rest.

The night is as cool as water.