Before dark, the jade that Luo Zhuo bought was successively delivered to the small courtyard where Luo Zhuo lived, and there were also 100 pieces of jade of all sizes, and Luo Zhuo asked the workers to directly pile up those valuable jade stones in the small courtyard, which looked similar to broken stones.

The quality of these jades is actually very average, if it was before, Luo Zhuo would not have looked at it, as the old saying goes, jade comes out of Kunlun, Kunlun Cave Tian, there are countless good jade, just this quality of jade, paving the road in Kunlun Cave is not qualified, but now Luo Zhuo has no choice, as long as it contains aura, no matter how bad the quality Luo Zhuo has to use.

Picking up a piece of jade the size of a fist, Luo Zhuo sat cross-legged directly under the tree, pranayama and concentrating, between the operation of the Kunlun Mental Method, the Hongmeng purple qi hidden in his body did not move at all, but in the jade in his hand, there was a trace of almost imperceptible heaven and earth aura entering the body from the palm of his hand.

Luo Zhuo didn't refine and absorb it, such a little spiritual energy, not even a drop in the bucket, a breath, the spiritual energy in this piece of jade has been sucked out by him, he threw the jade back, and picked up another piece of jade.

Two hours later, Luo Zhuo opened his eyes, most of the pile of jade had been left behind him, Luo Zhuo had a wry smile on his face, today I bought eight million jade, except for a few pieces that have not been absorbed, and now his dantian barely gathered a hair-thick aura, such a little aura, when he was still in the cultivation realm, he could condense several times more aura than this in one breath when he was still in the qi cultivation realm.

It seems that if you want to rely on this method to restore your cultivation, the road is long and difficult.

Luo Zhuo didn't absorb this aura immediately, such a little aura didn't help his cultivation at all, but he might as well do something else.

After taking the remaining pieces of jade that had not yet been absorbed by him, Luo Zhuo picked up the carving knife he bought by the way today and carved them.

In fact, his absorption of aura does not have much impact on the quality of the jade itself, but it will lose the effect of jade to nourish people, Luo Zhuo wants to carve a talisman for Wen Ya, naturally it is better to use jade containing aura.

Luo Zhuo didn't put much effort into carving, but carved the jade into a square jade plaque with a few knives, polished smooth on both sides, and made it look like a Ping'an brand, which looked no different from hundreds of Ping'an jade plaques on the market.

Rubbing the jade, Luo Zhuo took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and pointed his sword at the empty painting, only to see that there was light emitting from his fingertips, with his movements, a group of extremely complex rays of light appeared in the air, just listening to his soft drink, a finger, that group of rays instantly entered the jade plate, and the dazzling light emitted from the jade card, which made people not look directly, after a few breaths, the light disappeared, and the jade card became dull again.

Luo Zhuo wiped the sweat from his forehead, shook his head with a wry smile, the actions that could be completed casually before were now so laborious, and the spiritual energy he had just collected was depleted and clean, and now he couldn't even set up a formation.

Putting away the jade plaque that looked ordinary but was actually of immeasurable value, Luo Zhuo stood up and began to cultivate the Zixiao Refining Form again. There is no aura, fortunately, he has Hongmeng purple qi, and the cultivation of Zixiao refining form can not be affected by this heaven and earth.

"Is there any connection?" In the capital, in the room where Luo Zhuo used to paint in Zhou Yan's house, an old man with white hair was sitting on a chair, and behind him stood a man who was not much younger than him, and Zhou Yan was sitting opposite.

On the table in front of him, there was a painting, which was the quiet picture of the Water Pavilion that Luo Zhuo bought and gave to Dong Chengfang.

"Nope. Zhou Yan said a little unhappily: "Who knows where that kid ran to, and the phone can't get through, Sister Wen said that he is an orphan and has no family, so he can't be found at all." ”

"Zhenbang?" the old man said in a deep voice.

The man behind him bowed slightly and said, "Master, I asked someone to check on the public security system, and his information was taken away and couldn't be found." ”

The white-haired old man is Zhou Yan's grandfather, and he is also a well-known Zhou Mengchun in the Chinese business community.

"I can't find it, is it really him?" Zhou Mengchun rubbed the painting with one hand and held a small yellowed notebook in his hand with the other.

"Grandpa, who are you looking for, wouldn't it be better to post a missing person notice, why do you have to let me find a painting?" Zhou Yan looked at his preoccupied grandfather and asked.

"I don't know who I'm looking for. Zhou Mengchun muttered, "I know there is this person, but I don't remember it at all." ”

"I'm running out of time, Yan Yan, I should tell you these things. Zhou Mengchun sighed and said slowly: "That was sixty years ago, it was not liberated at that time, I was in order to make a living, I transported grain from the south to the north to sell, the luck was not good, the loss was gone, I didn't know how to go back to explain to your grandmother, the family's livelihood was all counting on me, it was an era when personal life was not valuable, and once my business failed, we may not be able to survive." ”

Zhou Mengchun recalled the past, and said slowly: "That evening, I only remember that I walked to the edge of the Yellow River, thinking about whether to end myself, and then what happened after that, I have no memory at all, when I remember again, I have an extra pair of ancient paintings in my hand, although the troubled antiques are not valuable, but it is only relatively speaking, I use that ancient painting to make a comeback, it can be said that I can have today, in the final analysis, it is on that painting." ”

"Then grandpa, where did you get that painting?" asked Zhou Yan with a wink.

"It's strange here, and I don't remember the origin of the painting at all. Zhou Mengchun said: "Fortunately, I have the habit of keeping a diary, and my memory of that painting is gradually disappearing, and to this day, if it were not for the record in the diary, I don't even remember that I once owned that painting." ”

"Then what is recorded in your diary?" Zhou Yan asked, her grandfather's diary never allowed her to move.

"I did record that day in my diary. Zhou Mengchun said, "That painting was given to me by a person, but I don't remember it at all, and then my business was smooth sailing, getting bigger and bigger, and then I also came into contact with some things that ordinary people can't touch, and I know that there is a kind of person in the world who can change people's thoughts and even memories, so I suspect that Engong was also that kind of stranger." ”

"Grandpa, are you saying that someone helped you back then, and that person had special abilities that made you forget about them?" Zhou Yan said in surprise.

"Well, I'm old, and I don't have any regrets in this life, the only thing I can't let go of is that I haven't repaid the kindness of my father-in-law. Zhou Mengchun sighed and said.

"So grandpa, are you trying to find someone through painting?" asked Zhou Yan.

"According to my own diary, he gave me one of the two paintings in his possession at that time, and the other one should still be in his possession, and if I can find the painting, maybe I can find it through the painting. Zhou Mengchun said.

"Then the other painting is grandpa, you asked me to find the bamboo and stone mandarin ducks?" Zhou Yan said suddenly.

"That's right, the painting that Engong gave me back then was this picture of the water pavilion, and the other painting in his own hand was the bamboo and stone mandarin duck of the Bada Mountain People. Zhou Mengchun nodded and said.

"I sold the Water Pavilion Tranquility Picture and now it is in the National Museum, and since then it has hardly stayed in private hands, and the person who can fake this painting must be very familiar with that painting, even if it is just in case, I also want to try whether this Luo Zhuo has a relationship with the Engong back then. Zhou Mengchun said with a deep groan. He actually knew that the hope was very slim, since the Engong had let himself erase his memory, he didn't want to be found by himself, such a strange person, he had been looking for no news all his life, how could he be found so easily.

"I know, I'm going to find Sister Wen, she must know where that guy Xiao Luo went!" Zhou Yan said, jumped up, and ran out.