Ranguang Treasure Mirror

Professor Wang walked for a while with his head buried, and suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Xiru asked, "Aren't you rushing to the Shwedagon Pagoda to sleep?"

"Ru, can we move it out?" Professor Wang asked.

Zhou Xiru pouted and looked at Xu Zhipeng.

"I don't know!" Xu Zhili said honestly, "Also, why haven't I found any trace of my father?"

The purpose of their group was to find Xu Mi and Princess Mingwei, but after entering, they did not find their whereabouts.

Xu Zhijie was very worried.

Zhou Xiru heard what he said, thought for a while, and said: "Xu Zhipeng, as long as the old man is still alive, and they also enter this place, then they will definitely go to the Shwedagon Pagoda."

He Seng has been holding back a question for a long time, and now, he can't help it anymore.

"Female Bodhisattva, let me ask you a question—" Seng He put his hands together and said, "From a long distance, how did you and the professor see that the golden pagoda is made of pure gold? It's not decorated with gold powder or gold leaf?"

"Or brass?"

Professor Wang laughed out loud.

Zhou Xiru looked at the direction, walked towards the direction of the golden pagoda, and said with a smile: "Old monk, do you have gold at home?"

"This way - you get a gold ingot, and another copper ingot, throw them outside together for a few years, you can see the traces of wind erosion on the surface."

"Gold and copper have different textures, and after being eroded by wind, they leave different signs."

"Most of the appraisal team judged the specific age through the wind erosion marks on the surface."

"This is an important basis for dating."

"When I was young, I heard from my grandfather that those bully gold and silver appraisers, if you blindfold him, as long as you let him touch it, he will be able to touch it."

"Although the golden pagoda is far away, gold powder, gold leaf... After so many years, it must fade."

"If it's other metals, we can also see the traces of wind erosion on the surface and tell them apart."

He Seng smiled and said, "Professional knowledge?"

"Ha..." Zhou Xiru said with a smile, "Let me put it this way, gold, because of its special properties, how can it be dated without relying on these appearances?"

"It's like the gold wares in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. If it is a palace item, with some humanistic stories, the antique market is very hot." Zhou Xiru said, "If there are no traces of time, then it can be imitated, right? "

He Seng nodded repeatedly and said, "Bodhisattva girl, you are absolutely right."

After walking all the way, finally, at three o'clock in the morning, we arrived at the Shwedagon Pagoda.

Around the Shwedagon Pagoda, there are many trees and flowers, which were originally pruned by someone, but now they are overgrown, spreading all the way to the foundation of the Shwedagon Pagoda.

Professor Wang looked fascinated, touched the Shwedagon Pagoda, and said, "Ah Ru, tell me, is this covered with gold, or the whole thing is pure gold?"

"I don't know!" Zhou Xiru looked at the entire golden pagoda and said, "Even if it is covered with gold, this amount of gold is enough for you to be addicted to it for a few days."

"What does it mean to be addicted for a few days? My old man can be addicted for a lifetime." Professor Wang put his face on the golden pagoda.

The same goes for Si Nan and the others, holding their cameras and preparing to take pictures.

"Shoot again during the daytime tomorrow!" Zhou Xiru laughed, "Don't waste memory."

"My lord, come and have a look!" At this moment, Zhao Si said loudly.

"What's the matter?" Hearing this, Xu Zhijie hurried over.

Zhao Si took a flashlight and shone it. Just beside the Shwedagon Pagoda, there was an unknown flower, like a rose flower, with a little thorn. Now, there is a rag hanging on the branch.

"My lord, do these look like the clothes of the Patriarch?" Zhao Si carefully took off the rag and handed it to Xu Zhixuan.

"Are you sure?" Xu Zhili asked.

Zhao Si nodded and said, "I remember, the Patriarch has a shirt like this."

"Show me!" Zhou Xiru hurried over, took the rag from Xu Zhixuan's hand, and rubbed it with his fingers.

"Ah Ru, what's the matter?" Xu Zhili asked hurriedly.

"Xu Zhijie, it is indeed possible to be a bad old man. This fabric is not ordinary fabric, it is silk fabric. Of course, this is not the point. The point is - the weave and density of this fabric are different from the ordinary silk fabrics on the market. .”

"This kind of fabric is hardly in circulation in the market. When my sister and I made purses, we just got a little bit of this kind of fabric, and it was extremely expensive." Zhou Xiru added.

"My lord, there are traces of someone walking here." Zhao Si began to lie on the ground and search around.

He was originally Xu Mi's confidant, and Xu Mi was worried about the inconvenience after Xu Zhiyu returned to China, so he specially asked him to take care of him.

"Look for it, I hope to find the bad old man tonight!" Zhou Xiru said.

Zhao Si began to follow the footprints and search around.

"Zhi Zhi?" At this moment, suddenly, Xu Mi's voice came from a big tree.

"Dad?" Xu Zhige was overjoyed when he heard the words, and called out, "Where are you always?"

"Here..." Just behind the Shwedagon Pagoda, there is a big banyan tree, and Xu Mi's voice came from the banyan tree.

Zhou Xiru held the flashlight to shine on it, and said with a smile, "Old man, why did you hide in the tree?"

Xu Mi slid down the tree trunk, pitiful for the patriarch who is said to be the top world chaebol, now he is in a mess, with two cuts on his face, not to mention, the clothes on his body are torn, he looks like a beggar.

When Xu Zhijie saw him, he jumped on him, hugged him, and shouted, "Dad, you're fine, as long as you're fine, I miss you so much!"

Xu Mi also stretched out her hand to hug him tightly, and patted his back hard twice.

Next to them, Professor Wang circled around their father and son twice, smiling indecently.

"Old man, what are you laughing at?" Sinan scolded.

"Haha, my old man just smiled!" Professor Wang laughed, "Come on, Mr. Xu, let's get to know each other for a while. My husband's surname is Wang—you can call me Mr. Wang, but you'd better call me Wang." professor."

"Professor Wang, hello!" Xu Mi was very happy to see Xu Zhixuan, Zhou Xiru and others. He didn't care about Professor Wang's teasing, and greeted with a smile.

"Zhige, why are you here? Have you eaten yet?" Xu Mi said with a worried expression.

Zhou Xiru opened a can of fish and handed it to him.

Xu Mi took it over and said, "Little girl, you are too, why did you come to such a place?"

"Looking for you!" Zhou Xiru said, "You should eat something first!"

Xu Mi nodded, and asked them to sit down in front of the Shwedagon Pagoda under the tree, and said, "I have suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck. The plane exploded for some reason. I didn't die, so I am lucky!"

"In the end, this place is a death place. I searched everywhere, but there is no way out." Speaking of this, Xu Mi suddenly became very worried, and said, "Zhige, you...why did you come here?"

During this period of time, his life was really miserable. Zhou Xiru and the others brought water and food, but he had nothing.

Xu Mi cursed while eating the canned fish: "Zhiyu, do you know that there are crocodiles outside, and I have fought with them several times. The crocodile eggs are really unpalatable, that's not enough, you can't set them on fire." Baked, baked, fried my face..."

Zhou Xiru smiled with crooked eyebrows.