Online game of short knife

Chapter 590 Ancient Paintings
The people worked until midnight before they put the bodies of the victims in place, and the entire Jian's Village was shrouded in a gloomy mist.

There was also a small episode in the middle. Several players who came to Hanmei Snow Valley with Fan Changjing, the son of Hongye came up. After they were assigned to the guest room, they went offline very conscientiously to search for other meanings of the poem, and collected many strange words. The information, including the life story of Zhu Xi, the poet who wrote this poem, went on the game full of ambition, and planned to find Fan Changjing to announce the good news, but what they saw was Fan Changjing's cold body. The cruel reality made them faint in the toilet. .

Beating their chests and stamping their feet, shouting at the heavens and the ground, and grieved for a while, the few people calmed down strangely, and they all looked like they had seen through life. According to serious visual inspection, they looked more like they had been played badly
Having suffered such a blow, they were still strong enough to escort Mr. Hongye's body back to Fan's house overnight.

Under the arrangement of Murong Shiqing, a group of young heroes who stayed in Jian's Village waited for the on-duty personnel to stay, and the rest went to rest separately. Master Xuanzhen stayed alone in the hall where the bodies of the Jian's family were kept. , Chanting sutras for them all night long.

Jian Lingyu was heartbroken, and when she woke up, she cried so hard that she convulsed again. After repeated several times, she fell asleep under Yan'er's comfort.

On the second day, everyone set up a mourning hall in Zhuangzi's hall.

It was really sad that a happy event turned into a funeral, and the matter of recruiting relatives was no longer mentioned, and a group of young talents expressed their condolences and said goodbye.

Jian's family village suddenly became deserted. Jian Lingyu suffered from the pain of losing her father, and she was in a daze. Later, together with Master Xuanzhen, he organized Jian Chongren's funeral.

Under Yan'er's swaying, Jian Lingyu told the general story. She and Hongye Gongzi Fan Changjing had known each other for a long time, and they had a good impression of each other, but they hadn't reached the relationship of lovers. Last night, it was Fan Changjing who wanted to ask her out for a meeting. When she wanted to go to the appointment, Jian Chongren found out and stopped her. When she was being reprimanded by Jian Chongren, she heard Fan Changjing's screams. Jian Chongren saw that the opportunity was wrong and asked her to hide in the secret room of the study. She didn't know why the masked man attacked Jian's village, or what his intentions were. The people of Jian's family lived in seclusion in this cold plum snow valley.

From Jian Lingyu, another thing was revealed. Originally, Jian Chongren planned to show an ancient painting the next day for reference by everyone who came to recruit relatives. The first poem comes from that ancient painting, which is a picture of black plums. Jian Lingyu has seen this painting several times, and the specific situation is unknown, but I heard from my father that there is a hidden in this painting. The secret was made by a senior expert decades ago, but she didn't know which senior expert it was.

Master Xuanzhen speculated whether that ancient painting might be the key to the attack on Jianjiazhuang by those men in black. He went to the study with Yan Yan and Murong Shiqing to search for it, but found no trace of the ancient painting. Most of the various household items in the house were smashed to pieces during the fierce battle, and the room was in a mess. Most of the collected books, calligraphy and paintings were burned by the severe fire. It is not known whether the ancient painting has been burned in the flames.

Seriously, he had different thoughts in his heart, but he didn't say it out. Before the man in black was beheaded by Shunbu, he touched a scroll beside Jian Chongren's body. It is very likely that the painting fell on the It was in the hands of the men in black, but they hid their names and identities and left no clues, so it was really difficult to track them down.

Murong Shiqing and Master Xuanzhen decided to stay in Jian's village for a period of time to take care of Jian Lingyu, so that the Fan family would not come to the door to ask the teacher for Fan Changjing's death, and Jian Lingyu was the only weak woman left in the Jian family who couldn't deal with it.

This mission failed, Sergeant originally planned to take Mr. Peng to leave, but Mr. Peng insisted on staying in Jianjiazhuang for a while, so Serious had no choice but to go on the road alone, with Master Xuanzhen around, Most likely, Mr. Peng will not have any problems.

Under Mr. Peng's begging, he seriously agreed to him. If something happened to Jian's family, he would definitely help him.

Sergeant rode his horse and galloped, and just a few miles away from Hanmei Snow Valley, a thin and strange voice came into Sergeant's ears vaguely.

"Little pig, come to the forest on the left, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Lord Sichen?Seriously startled, how did he guess that he would leave Hanmei Snow Valley today?

Serious hurriedly reined in his horse, turned around, and went straight to a dense forest in front left.

The colorful feather coat worn by Lord Sichen was really conspicuous. Not far into the forest, he saw him crouching under a leafy tree.

Sichen Shenjun was still wearing the golden mask with the sharp beak. In front of him, a bonfire had already been lit. There was an iron pot on the fire, and the steam filled the air.

"Here we come, the water just boiled, come here to help light up the fire, it's really not easy to find some firewood in this winter." Lord Sichen raised his hand in greeting.

When am I a portable gas stove?Sweating heavily, he still walked forward, squatted down next to the iron pot, put his hand close to the iron pot, and his true energy gushed out, bringing out a flame, which merged with the campfire, and the flame suddenly became fiercer.

A strong spicy smell hit the nostrils, wrinkled his nose severely, and said with a smile, "Why didn't I see you bring a rooster out this time?"

"I'm not that boring, I carry a chicken everywhere I go." Shenjun Sichen rolled his eyes, "Take control of the fire, don't let the fire be too fierce."

"What did you cook?" asked seriously curiously.

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

serious:"."

"I still like to eat chicken so much, why don't you think about the zodiac sign you represent?" Seriously felt a black line falling from his forehead.

"Little pig, don't you want to eat pork anymore?" Shenjun Sichen asked rhetorically.

Seriously speechless.

Lord Sichen let out a sigh, "I went to Jian's Village this time, and it was a waste of time. It's a big loss. Eat a chicken, change your luck, good luck!"

"What exactly are you looking for when you go to Jian's Village?" Seriously asked.

"A painting, it's a pity that Mr. Jian collected it so well that I didn't get it." Si Chen Shenjun said.

"Is it the one with Mo Mei?" Seriously, he thought of the ancient painting that Jian Lingyu had described.

"Exactly." Lord Sichen nodded.

Seriously, he wondered for a while, what kind of secret was hidden in that painting, so that even God Sichen took a fancy to it.

(End of this chapter)