Ling Yuansheng suddenly stopped. Xie Junhe heard the pause behind him, and when he turned around, he saw that this person's face was pale, and his legs and feet were also weak, he stared at the direction of the Song family's fire ruins, and listened to the whimpering of the jackdaws one after another, as if he was too frightened. A stout middle-aged man can be scared like this?

Xie Junhe smiled dumbly: "It's okay, follow me—what you're looking for is not an ordinary person." ”

Ling Yuansheng settled down, and then took a step as if he had made up his mind.

Halfway up the mountainside village, a number of dilapidated houses are still sparsely standing in place. It's just that there is no longer the slightest breath of a living person. The broken walls in the cobwebs are in ruins, and the hedges have fallen down. Thick scorched black patches were mottled and spread across the remnants, apparently traces of overheating. Ling Yuansheng walked cautiously, and Xie Junhe couldn't help but want to laugh when he caught a glimpse of his sweat beads on his head—however, how many people in this river and lake could make walking among the pile of dead corpses a routine thing like himself?

"Villagers...... Where have the villagers gone?" the trembling words revealed Ling Yuansheng's fear.

"They're all dead. Xie Junhe stopped in the center of the village and raised his sword to point at the open space behind the village. There, there are stacks of mounds, and there are wooden stakes as monuments next to the mounds, more than a dozen high and low, arranged in arrays. At first glance, it is a burial mound.

The last time I left here, I was only concerned about getting Mo'er out of this desperate situation. Who buried them everywhere and who washed away the blood?

There's no way to know.

But apparently, someone must have been here later.

Xie Junhe approached the grave and cast his eyes on the only stone mound in the corner, there was a stone fence piled up with stones around the mound, and the heavy bluestone stele showed the difference in the identity of this mound. This stone mound is independent of the trees, condescending, covered with moss, withered grass, and sheltered by towering trees.

The three words engraved on the tombstone have been eroded over the years and have gradually become blurred, and they can be vaguely identified as: "Chrysanthemum Hidden Tomb".

"Ju Yin Mound?Ju Yin?" A glimmer of light flashed in Xie Junhe's heart. Isn't that the nickname of the old owner of Chu? According to legend, he abandoned the seal and left the Feather Sword Sect, and there was no trace of him.

When I looked down, I saw a polished wine gourd placed in front of the grave. Isn't this an object that Chu Tiankuo tied to his waist and never left his body? The treacherous aroma of wine is fragrant, the familiar aroma of wine, its fiery and deep like an abyss - some people read books and never forget them, but Xie Junhe does not forget them after drinking in his throat. What's more, it was the wine that almost scared him half to death, which combines a hundred poisons and can cure a hundred poisons, such a strange wine, which is rare in the world.

On closer inspection, Pu Muse is shining with the soft light of the years, and the tether is just made of random strips of rags, broken and entangled, entangled and broken. Only the line of ink-soaked calligraphy on the wine gourd is particularly clear, and the ink seems to have firmly penetrated into the bones, and with the traces of knife carving, it penetrates the shackles of time and space: "Drunk and sparse and singing all over, floating clouds and waves hanging." No sword, no roots, no dust, with the wind and with the fate. ”

"No wonder Chu Tiankuo is so presumptuous, it turns out that the old man Juyin, who can restrain him, has been dead for many years. Ling Yuan didn't finish his words, and after turning to the tombstone, he let out an exclamation.

It turned out that there were a few words of sacrifice engraved behind the tombstone.

"My life is scarce, my regrets are short, and I have nowhere to return home. Horned bow and jade sword, fresh clothes and angry horses, the young man is full of spirit. Occasionally, the rain and waves are fierce, and the swords are intertwined. Fortunately, with a good teacher, the prodigal son turned back and reined in the precipice. Hundreds of turns, full of temples, smiling and boasting. Although I don't forget the old people, I don't see the old people, and I am willing to live up to the old people. Swear in this life, do not get rid of the evil demons, do not go out of the fierce mountains. - Chu Tiankuo respects"