Before dark, the jade that Luo Zhuo bought was sent to the small courtyard rented by Luo Zhuo, and there were tens of jades of all sizes. Luo Zhuo asked the workers to directly pile up the valuable jade in the courtyard, which looked similar to broken stones.

The quality of these jades is actually very average. If Luo Zhuo had not seen it before, there was an old saying that jade comes from Kunlun. There are countless good jades in Kunlun Cave Heaven. Even jade of this quality is not qualified to pave the road in Kunlun Cave Heaven. However, now Luo Zhuo has no choice. As long as it contains spiritual energy, even the quality is poor, Luo Zhuo must use it.

Picking up a piece of jade the size of a fist, Luo Zhuo sat cross-legged under the tree, regulating his breath and concentrating his mind. While Kunlun's mind method was circulating, the Hongmeng purple aura hidden deep in his body did not move at all, but in the jade in his hand, there was a subtle and almost imperceptible spiritual energy of heaven and earth that entered his body from his palm.

Luo Zhuo did not refine and absorb it. Such a little spiritual energy was not even a drop in the bucket. With one breath, all the spiritual energy in this jade had been sucked out by him. He threw the jade back and picked up another jade.

Two hours later, Luo Zhuo opened his eyes and most of the pile of jade had been left behind by him. Luo Zhuo smiled bitterly on his face. He bought eight million jade today. Except for a few pieces, he had not absorbed it. Now, a thread of spiritual energy as thick as a hair was gathered in his dantian. Such a little spiritual energy could condense several times more spiritual energy than this in one breath when he was still in the Qi training stage of the cultivation world.

It seems that if you want to rely on this method to restore your cultivation, the obstacles will be long.

Luo Zhuo did not absorb the spiritual energy immediately. Such a little spiritual energy was of no help to his cultivation. Instead, it would be better to do something else.

Taking the remaining pieces of jade that had not been absorbed by him, Luo Zhuo picked up the carving knife he bought today and carved it.

In fact, his absorption of spiritual energy has no great impact on the quality of the jade itself, but it will lose the effect of jade nourishing people. Luo Zhuo wanted to carve a talisman for Wen Ya, so of course it would be better to use jade containing spiritual energy.

Luo Zhuo did not work hard on carving, but just carved the jade into a square jade plaque with a few cuts. The two sides were polished smoothly to make a Ping An brand, which looked no different from the hundreds of Ping An jade plaques on the market.

Rubbing the jade, Luo Zhuo took a deep breath, raised his right hand, pointed to the sword in the air, and saw a light radiant from his fingertips. With his movements, a group of light that was extremely complicated appeared in the air. He heard a light shout, and with a finger, the group of light instantly entered the jade plaque. The dazzling light emitted from the jade plaque, which was unaware of direct sight. After a few breaths, the light disappeared and the jade plaque became dull again.

Luo Zhuo wiped the sweat from his forehead and shook his head with a wry smile. The movements that he could accomplish casually before were now so hard. The spiritual energy he had just collected was exhausted and now he could not even set up a formation.

Putting away the jade plaque that looked ordinary but was actually invaluable, Luo Zhuo stood up and began to practice Zixiao's shape refining again. Without spiritual energy, fortunately he has Hongmeng purple energy. Zixiao's shape refining practice can be free from the influence of this world.

"Do you contact me?" In the Beijing, in the room where Luo Zhuo once painted, a white-haired old man was sitting on a chair. Behind him was a man who was not much younger than him, and Zhou Yan was sitting opposite him.

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

"No." Zhou Yan said unhappily: "Who knows where the boy ran to? The phone could not be reached. Sister Wen said he was an orphan and had no family, so he couldn't find him at all."

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

The man behind him bowed a little and said, "Master, I asked someone to check the public security system. His information was taken away and it was not found."

The old man with white hair is Zhou Yan's grandfather and Zhou Mengchun, a famous Chinese business community. Zhou Mengchun is a legendary figure who was born in poverty, but started from scratch and became the richest man in Chinese many times.

"Can't find out, is it really him?" Zhou Mengchun rubbed the painting with one hand and held a little yellow notebook in her hand with the other.

"Grandpa, who are you looking for? It's not better to post a missing person notice. Why do you have to ask me to find a painting?" Zhou Yan asked at her worried grandpa.

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

"I don't have much time left, Yan Yan, I should tell you these things." Zhou Mengchun sighed and said slowly: "That was sixty years ago. It was not liberated yet. For the sake of my livelihood, I transported grain from the south to the north to sell it. I was not lucky enough and I lost all my losses. At that time, I didn't know how to go back and explain to your grandma that my family's livelihood was all counting on me. It was an era when my life was worthless. Once my business failed, we might not be able to survive."

Zhou Mengchun recalled the past and said slowly: "That evening, I only remembered that I walked to the edge of the Yellow River and wondered whether to settle myself. I had no memory of what happened next. When I remembered it again, I had an old painting on my hand. Although antiques in troubled times were not worth much, it was only relative. I made a comeback with that ancient painting. It can be said that I could have today, but it was ultimately on that painting."

"Grandpa, where did your painting come from?" Zhou Yan asked with his eyes blinking.

"It's this. Later, I didn't remember the origin of this painting at all." Zhou Mengchun said: "Fortunately I have the habit of keeping a diary. My memory of that painting has gradually disappeared. To this day, if it weren't for the records in the diary, I wouldn't even remember that I once had that painting."

"Then what do you remember in your diary?" Zhou Yan asked, her grandfather's diary was never allowed to move.

"I did record the experience of that day in my diary." Zhou Mengchun said, "That painting was given to me by myself, but I don't remember it at all. Later, my business was smooth sailing and getting bigger and bigger. Later, I also came into contact with some things that ordinary people could not touch. I knew that there was a kind of person in the world that could change people's thoughts and even memories, so I suspected that my benefactor back then was also that kind of stranger."

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

"Well, I'm old and I have no regrets in my life. The only thing I can't let go is that I haven't repayed my kindness for my benefactor back then." Zhou Mengchun sighed and said.

"So grandpa, do you want to find someone through painting?" Zhou Yan asked.

"According to my own diary, my benefactor had two paintings in his hand at that time. He gave me one, and another one should still be in his hands. If I could find that painting, maybe I could find my benefactor through paintings." Zhou Mengchun said.

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

"That's right, the painting that my beloved gave me back then was the quiet picture of the Water Pavilion. Another painting in his hand was the bamboo and stone mandarin ducks of Bada Shanren." Zhou Mengchun nodded and said.

"I sold the quiet pictures of the Water Pavilion back then and are now collected in the National Museum. Since then, I have hardly stayed in my private hands. Those who can fake this painting must be extremely familiar with the painting. Even if it is just in case, I would like to try whether this Luo Zhuo has a connection with his benefactor back then." Zhou Mengchun said in contemplation. He actually knew that the hope was very slim. Since the benefactor back then had eliminated his memories, he didn't want to be found by himself. Such a strange man, he had never had any news for his life, so how could he be found by himself so easily?
Chapter completed!