No one questioned the ability of the building on Fish Dragon Street, but no one would have thought that the day after the bloodshed, Fish Dragon Street would be restored to normal, and the surrounding buildings would be repaired as new, and there was no sign of the destruction at all.

Shun Er looked down at the deserted Yulong Street on the third floor, and his eyes were full of worry.

Jun Youtong died, Jun Yuan returned and left, Dongjin Palace had no voice, who should he go to? He knew his ability, and he was only suitable for making suggestions behind the scenes, and he was far from being able to stand in front of the curtain and guide the country. Choosing the object to attach to is choosing destiny.

"Second master, everything is taken care of. In two days, our Yulong Street will return to normal. "Jun and Tong died, but Xun Er did not let Yulong Street disperse immediately.

"What about the Ninth Master?"

"Funeral in the afternoon. ”

Shun Er was silent for a moment and asked, "Have you been to Gualiu Hutong?"

"Just sent someone. ”

"Call people back, I'll go. ”

"Second master?" The subordinates don't understand why Xun Er wants to do such a trivial matter, and now Yulong Street is still relying on Xun Er to support.

"No one has to come with me, I'll go by myself. Shun Er didn't let anyone follow, and walked towards Gualiu Hutong alone.

Walking through the deserted Yulong Street, passing through the downtown area, and then turning into the quiet alleys, shuttling back and forth between the quiet and the hustle and bustle, the heart of the second day of the second year has mixed feelings.

In the final analysis, it is Jun Jiu Ye who sees it thoroughly. Everyone is just a drop in the water, and the most important thing is to see what kind of era this is.

What kind of era is this?

And how to choose?

Countless thoughts popped up in my mind, and before I knew it, Shun Er had come to Gualiu Hutong. He asked Ning Du's door, stood in front of it for a moment, and knocked on the door.

"Who?" Since being half-deceived and half-forced to Denglou, Hu Ran no longer opens the door easily, nor trusts others easily, and has learned to stand behind the door and cautiously ask the other party clearly.

"Those who climbed the stairs on Yulong Street came to invite your young master. ”

"Young Master, I'm here to call you. Hu Ran said to Ning Du, who was lying on a rattan chair and applying an ice towel.

Although Ning Du's eyes were closed, he hadn't fallen asleep yet. He heard Shunji's voice, thought for a moment, took off the towel, wiped the water from his forehead, and walked towards the door.

"I'll open the door. ”

"Oh. Hu Ran took the towel and didn't follow, his face was a little unhappy. She didn't want to go to that fish and dragon street or climb the building again, and there would definitely be nothing good in that place of right and wrong.

Ning Du opened the door, looked at Shun Er, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"The ninth master went out for the funeral in the afternoon. ”

Ning Du stared at Shun Er's eyes for a long time and asked, "In what capacity are you going to let me go?"

"Successor. ”

"Good. ”

Xun Er pondered for a moment and said, "Xiao Ningye, if you take this step, you can't turn back. ”

If he really appeared in front of everyone's eyes as the inheritor of Fish Dragon Street, then this young man with a childish face would definitely become the target of countless people. Not to mention the troublesome little fish and shrimp, Yulong Street has offended the behemoth of Dongjin Palace. A teenager, can he hold himself up? If he takes one step out, it will no longer be possible to turn back, and it will be a difficult thing for him to practice.

"Hu Ran, let's go. Ning Du turned around and shouted, stepping over the threshold. "I took it upstairs, and I didn't think about letting it out. ”

From the second question of the tenth day to Ning Du's answer, there was no hesitation or hesitation, as if Ning Du had already prepared the answer.

Shun Er took half a step back and gave Ning Du a way out. Jun Jiuye's choice is always so correct, Xiao Ning Ye in front of him may not be very successful now, but he will definitely become another Jun Jiu Ye in the future.

In the end, Shun Er still chose Jun Jiuye's choice.

A long line of 100 people was already standing on Yulong Street, and white paper money was flying in the gap of the crowd.

No one called for or organized, these people all came spontaneously, including many cultivators and figures with heads and faces, they were all once favored by Jun Jiuye, and now they still remember it in their hearts, even if Yulong Street offended Dongjin Palace, they had to give Jun Jiuye a ride.

According to Jun Jiuye's meaning, his funeral was very simple, and he didn't even need to wear white filial piety clothes. Shun Er just tied a white cloth to Ning Du's left arm.

Ning Du walked at the front of the entire team, followed by Xun Er and Hu Ran.

The whole team, as the coffin slowly moved towards the front, was solemn and silent.

It was just evening, and the sky was still noisy, and people would not delay their lives because of the death of any person. The funeral procession of 100 people, like a piece of ice, sank into the sticky and hot porridge.

"Who is this dead, such a big pomp?"

"Jun Jiuye of Yulong Street. ”

"Who is Jun Jiuye?"

"Jun Jiuye, you don't even know? Have you heard of Yulong Street? It is the biggest gang in the entire Tiandu! Jun Jiuye is the gang leader!"

"How did you die?"

"I heard that let the Dongjin Palace be killed! It is the murderous Dongjin Palace!"

"Hell, let the people killed in Dongjin Palace still be buried in a grand manner? It's not bad if you don't have corpses at both ends!"

"That's what I heard anyway!"

"Alas, regardless of his white and underworld, when Lao Tzu dies, he can be so beautiful and content. ”

“......”

"Who's the one at the front?"

"I don't know. Usually the son who walks in the front is the son, right? But why doesn't he wear linen and filial piety, but only ties a white cloth?"

"Who knows? There are a lot of unruly things in the sky!"

"This young man, won't he be the successor of Fish Dragon Street?"

"You say that, maybe it's true!"

"How could he become the successor of Yulong Street? Such a big industry fell to a child?"

"I'm afraid it's not a puppet who has been withdrawn!"

"I heard that someone faked his death to deceive his mortal enemy in the past, and then came back to life to kill them all, I don't know if I have the opportunity to see it with my own eyes. ”

“......”

A person's death is destined to have nothing to do with the majority, and at most it will cause microwaves in speech.

After leaving the city gate, the surrounding area is quiet. Ning Du walked at the front, looking at the darkened sky, with no expression on his face.

Speaking of Jun and Tong, Ning Du has only met once, and he really can't talk about any friendship. He has never been a nosy person, and people like Jun and Tong who have nothing to do with him will die when they die, and there will be no waves in his heart at all. But when Jun Youtong was dying, Ning Du changed his mind. In fact, there are not many reasons, he just doesn't want to watch Jun and Tong die in vain.

When a person dies, at least there must be an echo.

The procession started from Yulong Street and went all the way to the cemetery, and has gradually developed into a vast team of more than 300 people. Except for the sound of paper money flying, the whole team was so silent.

"Xiao Ningye, the tomb of the ninth master is here. ”

Ning Du glanced at the coffin that had been put down, watched the shovels of soil fall on it, looked at the torches lit around him, looked at the piled graves, looked at the green bricks that had been laid, and looked at the tombstones erected, and said nothing.

"Young Master, shall we go back?"

Ning Du looked up at the sky, looked at the Tiandu reflecting the lights in the distance, and said, "Wait a while, I haven't taken a good look at the Tiandu yet." ”

"I didn't look good either. From here, she looks like a big black basin with a fire. ”

"Do you want to go back there?"

"Yes, where is our house. ”

"Yes, our house is there, and the stairs are there. Ning Du looked at it in silence for another moment. "Let's go, let's go back. ”