Lin Luoran and the others found a small restaurant near the university town, commonly known as a fly restaurant. Regardless of the sanitary conditions, the taste of this small restaurant around the school is absolutely undeniable. The students' mouths The most tricky, the shops that can survive are cheap and delicious.
Garlic and white meat, vegetarian fried water spinach, salted egg yolk potato shreds, pickled fish, brain flower tofu, cold pork head meat, and cabbage tofu soup, six dishes and one soup plus a small bucket of rice, four adults and one child, just now Enough to eat will not go to waste.
As for the little green fox, it only eats things that contain spiritual energy, whether it is fruits and vegetables, or spirit grass, as long as it is taken from Lin Luoran's space, it always steals food from the kitchen and hides it in the bamboo house In the dead of night, eat slowly. At this moment, the little green fox didn’t even bother to take a look at these delicious meals. He took a few pieces of restaurant paper and spread them on the plastic stool, lying lazily on it to comb his hair. It caused the girls eating in the store to discuss things like cuteness in a low voice.
"Professor, you have been at the scene for five or six days. I ran into my teacher's wife at school yesterday and she was nagging you!" Yan Feng saw that Professor Qi did not forget to discuss the documents unearthed from the ancient tomb with Rong Donglin, so he took a piece Tofu said vaguely.
Professor Qi put down his chopsticks, shook his head and said with a smile, "Yan Feng, when it comes to academic issues, you are not as focused as Rong Donglin."
Yan Feng quietly made a face at Rong Donglin.
Rong Donglin didn't know whether it was because he was too tired or his mood hadn't changed yet, so he kept his head down in a muffled voice to cook rice, and occasionally helped Luo Dong pick up vegetables.
"Professor, I heard that Rong has a lot of research on Shuishi?"
Everyone ate for 20 minutes, and they still had a good time. The waiter was clearing the table. Lin Luoran paid Lin Luodong to pay the bill. He was afraid that everyone would have to wait, so he asked a question.
This was originally a polite remark, but unexpectedly, Professor Qi nodded in approval: "He has studied water books more than the old man, and he is a seedling for research."
Seeing the other three people looking at him, Rong Donglin explained: "My dad is Mr. Shui Shu, I learned a little, and I'm still far behind!"
Lin Luodong asked again what "Mr. Shuishu" was. After Rong Donglin explained it, he talked to Professor Qi about the Han Dynasty bamboo slips unearthed this time:
"I don't know the identity of the owner of the tomb. These bamboo slips are strung together with gold thread and are well preserved, but the content is really absurd..."
Several people got into the car, and Professor Qi sat in the middle of the back seat and shook his head to express his disapproval: "Absurd? There are too many unsolvable existences in the long history of China. How can there be such an absurd theory?"
Rong Donglin may also really like this business, and he will not be stingy arguing with Professor Qi for different opinions: "The part recorded in Shuishui Shu has nothing to do with the mythical system of Shan Hai Jing, and it has never been recorded... what The ointment that can regenerate a broken arm, and the spiritual wood that can reunite the soul, sound like the elixir in the popular online fairy tale novels, how could it exist in the real world of the Han Dynasty?"
Professor Qi shook his head, obviously he didn't agree with Rong Donglin's point of view. Once Yan Feng heard about the online novel, he finally reached the place where he could intervene, and discussed with Rong Donglin whether there are cultivators in this world.
They discussed this issue in front of Lin Luoran, which would have made her smile bitterly, but now Yan Feng and Rong Donglin continued to discuss what Lin Luoran didn't understand, she noticed what Rong Donglin said The "spiritual wood for reuniting souls"... sounds like a kind of existence of soul-cultivating wood!
Is it really God's pity
Lin Luoran's heart fluctuated endlessly, and she felt that her lips were a little dry.
"Luo Dong, do you think there are sword immortals in this world?" Yan Feng rolled his eyes and landed on the youngest Lin Luodong, trying to seek an alliance.
Lin Luodong glanced at Lin Luoran, wanting to say loudly that the one who is driving is:
"Of course there is!"
Yan Feng was triumphant, Rong Dong was angry, Lin Luodong was at the age full of fantasy, if you asked him this question, the answer would naturally be on Yan Feng's side.
Seeing that they were arguing fiercely, Professor Qi shook his head and laughed.
Lin Luoran forced himself to calm down, and pretended to ask casually: "The spiritual wood that Junior Brother Rong said about reuniting the mind and soul sounds interesting, Professor, is that all that is said on the bamboo slips?"
"This is the most important treasure of the country. We had to be extra careful when researching it. We only saw words like spirit wood and a large number of bamboo slips waiting to be cleaned up. I really don't know the details."
A national treasure
Lin Luoran was speechless, she seemed to be getting more and more courageous, when she encountered such a thing before, she had to shrink her neck when she heard the most important treasure of the country, but now, she is thinking about how to get this scroll of bamboo slips into her hands... as long as she can save it... Baojia, let her steal a certain palace museum, let alone this bamboo scroll that is still on Zeng's territory
Lin Luoran smiled and sent Professor Qi and the others back to the excavation site, and also drove Yan Feng to the gate of Shu, and then drove Luo Dong home. She didn't show the slightest thought along the way.
But Luo Dong, who is sensitive, always feels that his sister's smile is treacherous, which makes him shiver—oh, it seems to be the last time, when the family sold elixir, my sister also smiled like this, but it turned out to be like a small mountain of emeralds.
The little green fox yawned lazily, lying in Lin Luoran's arms a little sleepy.
The spiritual wood that can reunite the soul? It felt as if it had heard it somewhere when it was a child, hey, why can't it remember? Forget it, this woman didn't take the initiative to ask it, why bother to remember it again, the little green fox lay down at Lin Luoran's feet with peace of mind, and fell asleep.
Lin Luoran found Zeng Tian the next day. It wasn't some kind of midnight break-in. Zeng Tian now bears the name of Planning Director of Zeng's Rongcheng Branch. Lin Luoran casually checked the phone number and dialed him directly.
As soon as Xiao Zeng heard Mr. Lin's summons, he was anxious and looking forward to it, and ran over. Lin Luoran invited him to drink a cup of tea under the camphor tree, and then finished the matter.
On the other hand, Dad Lin came back from the Qingcheng villa to transport wine, and happened to see Zeng Tian go out, and asked him to stay for a drink. Xiao Zeng guessed that the jar in Dad Lin's hand was the spirit wine he had been lucky enough to drink last time, so he poured it down. It took great determination to reluctantly refuse.
Although Uncle Lin's request seemed whimsical to ordinary people, after Zeng Tian left the Lin family, he smiled with relief.
He wasn't afraid of any weird requests at all, what he was afraid of was that there would be a rift in his relationship with Master Lin from now on. Now that Uncle Lin has spoken, he is sure to take advantage of this opportunity to resolve the rift caused by Cao Liyang last time... Haha, then again, is it a blessing in disguise? Just say that Lin Shishu's residence here, and several practitioners have come.
Not to mention that Zeng Tianzhi was busy when he returned home full of pride. After seeing him off, Lin Luoran seemed to have forgotten the bamboo slips from the Han tomb, announced at home that he was going to retreat, and plunged into the basement.
The whereabouts of the soul-cultivating wood really became known, and she didn't know how long it would take to leave. For the safety of the family, the process of refining the armor had to be speeded up.
Looking at the scorpion shells in the basement and all kinds of materials she could provide, Lin Luoran clenched her fists hard, come on!