When the first glimmer of dawn came, Xie Lan and Xuan Jinhuan entered Meizhuang again.

The sun rises in the east, the horrors under the night are all gone, the flowers are blooming just right, and the colors are bright; Xie Lan squatted down and picked up a scattered stamen, put it under the tip of her nose and sniffed it, still with a faint fragrance.

After passing through the hundred miles of merry, I walked to the Zhuangzi.

Just as the woman said last night, there were traces of fire between the houses, and only a dusty plaque still hung on the door of the main hall, which read "Chenghan Academy".

The layout of the school is also in the house, but there is no one left.

They seem to hear the sound of reading books from the years and history, or the grievances and hatreds left behind by that war-torn era.

It's just that Xuan Jinhuan looked back at the Baili Merlin they had walked all the way, and faintly felt that something was not right.

She hadn't noticed it before, but now that she thought about it carefully, it didn't seem to be a pure Merlin either, but a large formation. When she came in just now, she noticed that there were some stones standing every other way, which was obviously the same as the stone formation on the Qianyue Peak of Yong'an.

After thinking about it, Xuan Jinhuan bowed to the house: "Yong'an secretly guards Xuan Jinhuan, if you are offended, please forgive me." "It's always right to be in awe.

Then they stepped into the house, and carefully pushed the door open and entered; Although the scenery is decayed and desolate, the former prosperity can still be faintly seen everywhere you see.

It's another year of plum blossoms!

There is a roll of bamboo that still falls on the ground and spreads out, old ink; Xuan Jinhuan picked up the bamboo scroll and read it carefully, only to realize that the bamboo scroll seemed to be a letter left by a son to his father.

But most of the handwriting has been obscured by dried blood and splashed ink, and the only visible lines are the words "To the father, farewell to the son······ Xuan Jinhuan thought about it quickly, and reluctantly sat down with the senior who left this letter, which should be Chu Yu Chu Huaiqin, the fourth son of the old man Chu Heng.

Chu Yu died in the Fu Thief Rebellion more than 20 years ago, at the age of fifteen, and was buried in the royal capital.

But this bamboo scroll written by Chu Yu seems to have been left here, and it has not been seen by his father, Old Man Chu Heng.

Monarchs and ministers, fathers and sons, both sides are difficult.

Xuan Jinhuan carefully rolled up the bamboo roll and put it in the cuffs, ready to take it back.

"Miss Jinhuan, look here." Xie Lan seemed to have suddenly discovered something and called Xuan Jinhuan over.

Xuan Jinhuan saw him standing in the back window and looking out, but his expression was very surprised; She went over, and when she stood next to Xie Lan, she saw that there was a large area of graves behind the house, densely packed, not to mention hundreds.

It's a graveyard too!

And who will be buried here?

Xuan Jinhuan walked out of the house and walked around to the back, only to see a huge stone tablet behind the cemetery, with an inscription engraved on the stone tablet.

"In the fourth year of Jiazi, Fu thieves rebelled in Beijing, and in order to seize the Yong'an Order, Meizhuang was washed in blood. One hundred and sixty students of Chenghan Academy fought to the death and all of them were killed.

His virtue and talent are very good, and he is a national scholar; And the day is not off, regret and mourn!

When it was four years old, Gu Jian was established. ”

In short, this is another bloody case caused by the fight for the Yongan Order.

And those who are buried here are the 160 students of Chenghan College in the past.

In fact, Xuan Jinhuan is a little curious, the world pays attention to falling leaves and returning to their roots, and the sons and girls who were able to come to Chenghan Academy to study back then were either rich or noble, and most of them were born in famous families; Why were they not sent back to their homeland for burial after they died, but were buried here in Meizhuang.

The person who erected the monument was Mr. Gu, and the person who buried them here······ Could it be Mr. Gu too?

Xie Lan's eyes were sharp, and he saw that there were still some strange traces in front of the stone stele, so he took a closer look and said to Xuan Jinhuan: "There are some traces of recent sacrifices here, you see, this should also be someone who came to worship not long ago." ”

"It seems, it seems so." Xuan Jinhuan squatted down and inspected the traces and made sure that this was indeed the case.

The Meilin Stone Formation just now is exactly the same as the formation on Qianyue Peak, first of all, no matter when the formation was set up by whom, but as long as the formation is so incomprehensible, if people who don't understand the formation break in, they will get lost in the Merlin and will not be able to find the Chenghan Academy hiding inside, and even set off from the Stone Formation and was stoned to death; Therefore, the person who worships must be the one who understands this formation, and this stone formation can only be seen through by the Yong'an secret guard.

It's just that no matter how you talk about it, in fact, their intention is just for the sword shrine, and other things have nothing to do with them.

Xuan Jinhuan turned around and asked Xie Lan: "Lord Ling, when you enter Meizhuang, do you feel any changes in the cold shadow?" Or do you feel the aura of the sword? ”

Stunned, Xie Lan seemed to have just woken up from a dream to remember this, so he reached out to touch the cold shadow, and then shook his head: "It seems that since I entered Meizhuang, I haven't felt it at all." ”

That's really weird!

In fact, Xuan Jinhuan didn't feel the existence of the sword at all, and she didn't know whether it was a problem with their judgment or something wrong with Meizhuang.

This plum village is full of weirdness, and everything is full of wrongness.

But now that they had arrived, they bowed to the stele and tomb for a few times before going back to the front of the house; Xuan Jinhuan carefully recalled what Master Hui Yuan had said, while Xie Lan stepped into the house again and walked thoughtfully towards the front row of the teaching desk.

The wooden desk was already in tatters, and it looked like it would fall apart with a slight push.

Xie Lan stretched out his hand and carefully touched the teaching desk, and then paused as if he had touched something strange, and then used a little strength to crack the wooden teaching table, and something fell out of the crack and made a noise.

It was a severed sword, and the sword was already mottled with rust, and the two words engraved on it were barely recognizable: Frost Pavilion.

This is the Frost Pavilion that Master Huiyuan once mentioned, and it is indeed in Meizhuang.

Although this sword now looks like an ordinary broken sword, there is nothing outstanding about it.

"Miss Jinhuan, this is the Frost Pavilion?" Xie Lan was incredulous.

When he touched the broken sword, he didn't notice touching the blade, and cut a small scar on his finger, and a drop of blood fell onto the broken sword, and the color was the same as the rust.

It didn't hurt, but there was a strange feeling for some reason, but I couldn't put it into words.

Xuan Jinhuan also looked at the broken sword with a little curiosity, and was even more curious that such an ordinary-looking sword turned out to be twin swords with Han Ying and Xue Fu, but it was really a sword that could not be seen.

Moreover, Master Huiyuan said that the Frost Pavilion is the source of the sword in Meizhuang, but now it doesn't seem to be the same.