The night passed and Yan Li still had no results. He walked out of the study dejectedly. The sunlight was glaring and he could not help but raise his hand to block it.
Prajna Buddha finished his morning lesson and said softly, "I had Xiao Chun cook porridge, let's eat together."
"Sir, eat, I'm not hungry." Yan Li shook his head and walked out.
"What, what an arrogant fellow. Miss, ignore him!" Xiao Chun came out of the kitchen with a Gu and said angrily.
Prajna Buddha shook his head and smiled at her, then said to Yan Li's back, "Young Master Yan, ancient books have their value, but they may not be able to find the answer. Sometimes, the strange things recorded by the government are even more mysterious."
Yan Li's footsteps paused, "Thank you for your guidance, sir."
Yesterday he had taken a break from school, so he had time to cultivate Xuanjun. Today was Zhou Lun again, and Shen Liuyun taught him mental cultivation, palm techniques, and close combat.
But when he went to the dormitory, Shen Liuyun did not come and was replaced by a temporary inner courtyard instructor. In fact, there were only four people left in the inner courtyard. The temporary inner courtyard instructor could not teach them much, and teaching was equivalent to not teaching them at all. Everyone was listless, and the instructor was also very awkward, wanting it to end quickly.
Yan Li finally made it to the end of school and walked towards Drifting Cloud Xiao Zhu. He saw that the doors outside the courtyard were all tightly shut. With a light leap, he jumped over the door. The door to the bedroom was also tightly shut. He was about to knock when he heard voices inside.
"Master, this is the last time. I do not wish to spend my last days with this appearance."
"How is that possible … the Soul Return Pill that I concocted has also lost its effect … it seems that I am still a frog at the bottom of a well. The price you paid, is far greater than I imagined …"
Then there was a deep sigh and a fluctuation of zhenqi.
Yan Li sat on the floor in silence, waiting patiently. He knew that Shen Liuyun's old appearance was changed by a mysterious person using an unknown method, but it could not be maintained for long, and had to be reused after a period of time.
Although the voice was very familiar, he had never seen this mysterious person before.
Not long after, the true energy fluctuations inside stopped, and as always, the mysterious person's aura disappeared.
Yan Li knew that he had left, so he pushed the door open and entered. He saw Shen Liuyun sitting in front of the dressing table, combing his hair. At the same time, he was looking at his own appearance in the bronze mirror with a look of nostalgia.
"Little Fan, don't you know that you should knock before entering someone else's room? That's so rude."
"How do you feel?" Yan Li said, "In the past, you would have a period of discomfort every time."
"I don't feel anything anymore." Shen Liuyun smiled and said, "Perhaps, my time has long stopped. I still refuse to close my eyes because I'm worried about you."
"Aunt Yun!" Yan Li clenched his teeth.
"Come here." Shen Liuyun turned around and waved at him.
Yan Li walked over and squatted in front of her knees.
Shen Liuyun bent his finger and flicked his forehead. "Look at you, your eyes are bloodshot. You didn't sleep last night, right?"
"It hurts." Yan Li shouted softly.
"You still know pain, so you're still alive." Shen Liuyun gently smoothed his eyebrows. "As long as I'm alive, there's hope. Aunt didn't give up, but you look sad and sad, as if I'm already incurable."
She touched his hair. "Be good, Aunt won't stop you from being sad. If Aunt is really gone, you're not allowed to indulge in it. The longest you can go is one or two days. You have to learn to adapt. 'Losing' is something that everyone should master. So you only have one or two days to be sad. Now that you've used it, what will you do when that time comes? Aunt is still alive. Can't you come up with something to make me happy? Isn't that what you're best at? "
Yan Li's nose turned sour. He quickly hugged her and buried his head in her. He didn't allow himself to be weak anymore. There were still many things that he hadn't done. He raised his head again and regained his firmness. "I said I won't let you die!"
Shen Liuyun was startled. She immediately smiled and nodded. She replied softly, "Yes, Aunt believes in you."
After leaving Drifting Cloud Xiao Zhu, Yan Li went straight to Duckweed Garden. He even ignored Xiao Chun's supercilious eyes and went straight into the study room.
Prajna Buddha was reading a book. Hearing the footsteps, he knew it was him. He said, "More haste, less speed. Young Master Yan hasn't slept for two consecutive nights. It's better to rest for a while. Otherwise, if you drag your body down, Teacher Shen will really lose all hope."
Shen Liuyun's situation couldn't be hidden from the observant, not to mention Prajna Buddha, who was also a teacher.
"Thank you, Teacher." Yan Li just shook his head. His gaze then swept over the bookshelves. He didn't have much time, so he could only look at some books that might hold clues.
Xiao Chun came in with a cup of tea. He said unhappily, "Miss, I really don't understand. Your good intentions are always rejected. You clearly know that they won't accept them. Why do you still do such unnecessary things?"
Prajna Buddha smiled. "I can't stop doing good just because my good deeds don't bear fruit."
Xiao Chun wasn't convinced, but he knew that he couldn't argue with her. He simply turned and left, muttering in a low voice, "Didn't Shen Liuyun just teach you a few things? Is it worth it to die and come here every day …"
Yan Li wasn't in the mood to bicker with the little girl. Now, he saw a very tattered paper book in the corner. He walked over and pulled it out. On the cover were the words: Tianqi Chronicle. It was written by someone named Liu Song.
The name was unfamiliar, but Tianqi Chronicle sounded rather impressive. He wondered why it was covered in dust.
Flipping open the title page, it read: Wild Life Chronicle, a few scribbles, two or three events of Tianqi.
The preface was very careless. Just based on this attitude, it was impossible for his book to be widely promoted.
The first page read: In the 18th year of Guangyuan, the Qing Emperor passed away. The entire country mourned. The Wu Emperor ascended the throne and changed the era to Tianqi. At the age of 17, the Wu Emperor hunted down all the beautiful men in the world and entered the harem. He was licentious and lazy in state affairs. The Hall of Governmental Affairs servant shot Fu Shengyuan, the Hall of Governmental Affairs retainer Liu Wentong, and the governor retainer Liu Jin failed in their remonstrations and were sentenced to constriction …
Yan Li knew that the Wu Emperor had done some absurd things in his early years, but he hadn't expected them to be this absurd. It wasn't that the historians didn't care about their lives, but that they didn't dare to write.
He wasn't interested in the Wu Emperor's romantic affairs. He hurriedly skimmed through the summary and continued. He gradually grew impatient and was about to throw away the book when he saw a line of words: In the 6th year of Tianqi, the Wu Emperor returned the Icy Soul Dew to the Hu tribe envoy.
His spirit was greatly shaken. "Sir, look!" The voice was very excited as he handed the Tianqi Chronicle to the Wisdom Buddha Painting.
After the Wisdom Buddha Painting read it, he fell into deep thought. After a while, he said, "In the 6th year of Tianqi, chaos began to appear in the Divine Prefecture. At that time, the Hu tribe already had the intention to rebel. They frequently came to the court to flatter the Wu Emperor. The Wu Emperor didn't know it was a trick and often sent treasures in return. I didn't expect the Icy Soul Dew to be among them. But now, the Hu tribe has been destroyed, and the land of the tribe is covered in snow. Where can we find this dew? "
Yan Li's heart immediately turned cold. He sat down and said, "I also heard that the northwest of Youzhou is covered in ice and snow. There are no living creatures, and no living people can enter."
The Wisdom Buddha Painting comforted him, "Young Master Yan, don't be discouraged. There is a Ruizong Pavilion at the Minister's Desk. It specializes in the collection and records of the Alien Tribes. Maybe there will be some clues."
Yan Li forced himself to be alert and said, "I will go there immediately."
He wasn't unfamiliar with the Minister's Desk. He was even more familiar with the newly appointed Minister, and his name was deeply engraved in his heart.
When Gu Shiyu came out of the guest hall, he was very surprised. He had a thoughtful smile on his face, "So it's little brother Yan." No student in the inner yard would be neglected. Even the Minister wouldn't put on airs. Perhaps one day, Yan Li's status would rise to a higher position than his.
The bump on his forehead was as ugly as smelly pus. Yan Li had to have a lot of willpower to restrain his killing intent. He showed a slight smile and said, "Master Gu, I trust you have been well since we last met."
"You are the future pillar of the Imperial Court." Gu Shiyu cupped his fists politely.
The two sat down, and the servants served them tea as usual.
Gu Shiyu waited for Yan Li to finish drinking, then said, "The magpies are calling today. I only knew that an important guest has arrived. May I know why little brother is looking for me?"
"It's like this. Young Master Pu Shu left us a question about the Hu Tribe. I want to borrow some information from the Rui Zong Pavilion."
"So it's her. Rumor has it that Young Master Pu Shu is a strict scholar. She is indeed her student. That's easy. Someone, lead the way for little brother Yan. "
Yan Li didn't expect things to go so smoothly, so he followed the servant to the treasury.
The Rui Zong Pavilion was a library specially set up by the Minister of the Imperial Secretariat. As early as the time of Emperor Taizu, it had the habit of recording the foreign races. However, during the time of Emperor Wu, the Judicial Department was set up, and the investigation and research of the foreign races were taken over by the Judicial Department.
There weren't many old files in the Rui Zong Pavilion, but they were all valuable documents. It only took Yan Li two hours to finish reading the part about the Hu Tribe. But to his disappointment, although the files recorded many secrets of the Hu Tribe, there wasn't a single clue about Youlu.
He was about to leave when he noticed something strange about the bookshelf near the window. He walked over, and with the help of the sunset, he saw a book with a different color between two old files. When he pulled it out and opened it, he found that the paper was from a different era than the other old files. However, it was about trivial matters of the Minister's Desk. Many of them were signed by Ye Shiqing. It seemed that they belonged to Ye Shiqing.
Why would Ye Shiqing put these trifling documents in the old files?
Suddenly, a line of words caught his attention: "In the eighth month of the first year of the Emperor Qi era, General Cheji Wu Shaofeng and his subordinates rebelled. Martial God Wang Ba personally killed the rebels, a total of 231 people. Wu Shaofeng escaped and disappeared."
231 people!
At this moment, Yan Li's blood rushed to his brain. He clenched his fists, making a cracking sound. This number happened to be the number of people who slaughtered the Swallow Dock thieves. His strong intuition told him that Wang Ba had something to do with the Swallow Dock massacre.
After investigating the Swallow Dock case for so many years, Yanshan Robber finally found a clue, but it was at this critical moment.
He thought for a while, tore off the page and hid it in his clothes. He put the files back neatly and returned to the Academy.
Unable to find any clues about You Lu, Yan Li was exhausted both physically and mentally. He pushed the door open and was caught by a small figure.
"Master, Fu 'er is back."
His nose was filled with the vigor of a young girl. Yan Li pushed her head away and said, "You're in the way!"
Fu 'er seemed to be glued to him and refused to let go. She pouted and said, "Fu' er is so cute. Master, how could you have the heart to push me away? I'm going to be angry. Humph!"
Yan Li sighed, "Get off me first."
"No!" Fu 'er said proudly.
"I'm very annoyed now. Get off me." Yan Li's face darkened.
Fu 'er was startled. Once Yan Li showed his emotions, he must have encountered a big problem and couldn't control his temper. She quickly let go of him and asked tentatively, "Master, what's wrong …"
Then she showed her Xiao Hu teeth, "Humph, did someone bully you when I wasn't here? Master, tell me who it is. Fu 'er will ask him to help you. "
Yan Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said, "What's the use of you going to someone who can bully me?"
"You can't say that." Fu 'er pouted and said, "I'm very smart. If I can't beat him, I can outsmart him. By the way, Master, I met a masked woman just now. She said she had some clues about You Lu … "
"What did you say?" Yan Li's eyes widened. He pressed Fu 'er's shoulder and shook it hard. "Say it again!"
"It hurts, it hurts …" Fu 'er said with tears in her eyes.
Yan Li quickly let go of her and adjusted his breathing before asking, "What happened?"
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