Everyone was busy until the second half of the night, when the bodies of the victims were laid to rest, and the entire Jianjiazhuang was shrouded in a gloomy mist.

There was also a small episode in the middle, following the red leaf boy Fan Changjing to Hanmei Snow Valley several players came up, after they were assigned to the guest room, they were very conscientious offline to search for other meanings of the poem, collected a lot of cold information, including the life and deeds of the poet Zhu Xi who wrote the poem, and was complacent on the game, ready to find Fan Changjing to report the good news, but what they saw was Fan Changjing's cold corpse, and the cruel reality made them cry and faint in the toilet.

Pounding their chests and feet, shouting for the sky and grabbing the ground, they were heartbroken for a while, and a few people calmed down strangely, and they all looked like they had seen through life......

After being hit like this, they were still strong enough to escort the body of the Red Leaf Son back to Fan's house overnight.

Under the arrangement and dispatch of Murong Shiqing, a group of young junjie who stayed in Jianjiazhuang waited for the people who stayed on duty, and the rest went to rest, and Master Xuanzhen stayed alone in the hall where the bodies of the Jian's family were parked, chanting scriptures for them all night.

Jian Lingyu was heartbroken, and when she woke up, she cried again, and repeated it several times before falling asleep under Yan'er's persuasion.

On the second day, the people set up a mourning hall in the hall of Zhuangzi.

Happy events turned into funerals, which was really sad, and the matter of recruiting relatives was no longer mentioned, and a group of young talents said goodbye and left.

Jian Jiazhuang suddenly became deserted, Jian Lingyu suffered the pain of losing her father, the whole person was confused, the six gods had no owner, as if she had lost her soul, fortunately, Murong Shiqing was also an ancient way, and he did not leave, and after taking a few players to get busy, he and Master Xuanzhen held Jian Chongren's funeral together.

Under the knock on the side next to Yan'er, Jian Lingyu said the general story, she and Fan Changjing, the son of the red leaves, have long been acquainted, and they have some good feelings for each other, but they have not yet reached the relationship between lovers, last night Fan Changjing wanted to ask her out to meet, when she wanted to go to the appointment, but was found and stopped by Jian Chongren, and when she was reprimanded by Jian Chongren, she heard Fan Changjing's screams, Jian Chongren saw that the opportunity was wrong, and let her hide in the secret room of the study, why the masked people attacked Jian Jiazhuang, and she didn't know what their intentions were. The people of the Jian family live in seclusion in this cold plum snow valley, and they have always had no quarrel with the world, and they have no enemies, so they don't know why they encountered this unwarranted disaster.

From Jian Lingyu, another thing was also said, originally the next day Jian Chongren was going to take out an ancient painting for the people who came to participate in the recruitment of relatives for reference, this is also the problem that Jian Chongren said, the poem of the literary talent test is from the ancient painting, the painting is a painting of Momei, Jian Lingyu has seen this painting a few times, and the specific situation is unknown, but I heard my father say that there is a secret hidden in this painting, which was made by a senior master decades ago, but she doesn't know which predecessor is it.

Master Xuanzhen guessed that the ancient painting would be the key to Jianjiazhuang's attack by the group of black-clothed people, and he went to the study to look for it with Serious and Murong Shiqing, but did not find any trace of the ancient painting, most of the various families in the study were broken in the fierce battle, and the room was in a mess, and most of the books, calligraphy and paintings in the collection were burned by serious fire, and I don't know if the ancient painting has been burned in the flames.

Seriously had a different idea in his heart, but he didn't say it, the man in black touched a scroll next to Jian Chongren's body before being killed by the instantaneous knife, it is very likely that the painting fell into the hands of the group of men in black, but they hid their names and faces, and left no traces, it is really difficult to track down.

Murong Shiqing and Master Xuanzhen decided to stay in Jian's family for a period of time and take care of Jian Lingyu, lest the Fan family come to the door to ask for the crime because of Fan Changjing's death, and the Jian family only left Jian Lingyu, a weak woman, who could not deal with it.

This mission failed, and seriously planned to pull Peng Dagongzi to say goodbye and leave, but Peng Dagongzi insisted on refusing, insisting on staying in Jianjiazhuang for a while, and was seriously helpless, so he had to go on the road alone, with Master Xuanzhen here, most of the time Peng Dagongzi would not have anything wrong.

Under the bitter pleading of Prince Peng, he seriously agreed to him, if Jian Jiazhuang had something, he would definitely help.

Seriously galloped his horse, and just a few miles out of the Hanmei Snow Valley, a shrill and strange sound came into his ears.

"Little pig, come to the woods on the left, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Si Chen Shenjun? Seriously stunned, how did he guess that he would leave Hanmei Snow Valley today?

Seriously reined in his horse, turned around, and went straight to a dense forest in front of him.

The colorful feather coat that Si Chen Shenjun was wearing was really conspicuous, and not far from entering the forest, he saw him squatting under a tree with lush foliage.

Si Chen Shenjun was still wearing the golden mask with a sharp mouth, and in front of him, a bonfire had been lit, and an iron pot was set up on the fire, and the steam was filled.

"Here, the water has just been boiled, come over to help add fire, it's really not easy to find some firewood in this winter." Si Chen Shenjun raised his hand and greeted him.

When am I a portable gas stove? Sweating heavily, he still stepped forward, squatted down next to the iron pot, and reached close to the iron pot, and the true qi gushed out, bringing out a flame, which merged with the bonfire, and the flame became a little more violent.

A strong spicy smell came to his nose, wrinkled his nose seriously, and teased, "Why didn't I see you bring a rooster out this time?" ”

"This seat is not so boring, I carry a chicken wherever I go." Si Chen Shenjun rolled his eyes, "Control the ignition of the fire, don't be too fierce." ”

"What are you cooking?" Seriously curious, asked.

"A pheasant caught in the woods is very tender." Si Chen Shenjun replied.

Severe: "......"

"I still like to eat chicken so much, so why don't you think about the genus you represent?" In severe cases, I only felt that the black lines on my face were falling from the forehead.

"Little pig, don't you eat pork?" Si Chen Shenjun asked rhetorically.

Serious was speechless.

Si Chen Shenjun sighed, "This time I went to Jianjiazhuang, I ran for nothing, and I lost a lot, eat a chicken, change your luck, and be lucky!" ”

"What are you looking for when you go to Jianjiazhuang?" Seriously asked.

"A painting, it's a pity that Jian Lao'er collected it too well, and I couldn't get it." Si Chen Shenjun said.

"Is it the one that painted Momei?" I seriously remembered the ancient painting that Jian Lingyu had described.

"Exactly." Si Chen Shenjun nodded.

Seriously doubted, what secrets were hidden in that painting, so that Si Chen Shenjun took a fancy to it.