Evil Wind Hall is an example of this. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although Wanyu Hall also folded some people, it destroyed the Evil Wind Hall as a whole, and took away the original forces of the Evil Wind Hall by strong means.

It depends on a far-sighted, grasp of the general direction, the formulation of a big plan, and the other is not missing, the details are filled, and the action is fast.

Whether it is Gyeonggi Wei or the Shadow Pavilion, a major force in the rivers and lakes, they all turn a blind eye to Wan Yutang, Wan Yutang follows the rules of the rivers and lakes, and Gyeonggi Wei can't intervene.

In addition, they will never involve any interests of the Shadow Pavilion, although the Shadow Pavilion is a force in the rivers and lakes, there is no reason to meddle in this matter.

Or, there is another reason, it is the influence of Shangguan Qianyu's personal thoughts.

The hall master of Wanyu Hall is the silver-faced Langjun, the silver-faced Langjun is the person Zhou Xingyun likes, the silver-faced Langjun is Leng Yuyuan's brother-in-law, and Leng Yuyuan is the man Yan Qingrui once loved.

In the midst of the busyness, Shangguan Qianyu, who was surrounded by a lot of affairs, didn't feel that time passed quickly.

However, one day in the middle of the night, amid the sound of drums, Shangguan Qianyu, who opened his eyes, suddenly realized that tomorrow would be Yan Qingrui's 77th day.

Yan Qingrui has been killed for 7749 days.

The first seven days are the day of resurrection, and it is said that people have seven spirits, and one spirit is scattered in seven days, and seven seven is the time when the soul is completely dispersed.

After tomorrow, Yan Qingrui will really disappear from this world.

Shangguan Qianyu was stunned for a long time, he was about to be seventy-seven, why did he feel like yesterday? Why did he think about it, his heart still ached dullly? He hadn't thought of Xia Zirou for a long time, but every day, he would think of that woman with a shallow smile and carelessness.

He imitated her way of grilling fish, he learned her way of cooking, but no matter how he did it, he lacked that taste, that warm and reassuring taste, that natural, calming taste.

But not only is the other dead, but even the soul is about to dissipate.

There is no difference in the world because there is one more person, nor is it any difference because there is one less. However, why did he feel that Yan Qingrui died and took away the warmth that he could not feel in this world?

The next day, Shangguan Qianyu put everything off, brought sacrifices, and came to Yan Qingrui's grave again.

This is her last day in this world, he owes her and can't pay it back, so stay with her on this last day!

Monk Xuyun said that Yan Qingrui's eight characters are abnormal, and her soul is different from ordinary people, and she can't stop her spirit, can't set up sacrifices, can't enter the ancestral hall, can't do things, and can't spend her soul......

He could only sit quietly here.

It is still three fragrant sticks, it is still a selected fruit, it is still a freshly baked dim sum in the Jinsu Building, and there are two jars of wine next to it.

Two large jars of wine.

Ten pounds in one jar.

Shangguan Qianyu lit incense, and when the mud seal of the wine jar was removed, even the birds in the mountains stopped chirping for a moment, and the aroma of the wine quickly diffused.

The first three cups are naturally to pay tribute to Yan Qingrui.

Shangguan Qianyu spilled wine on the ground in front of the grave.

Although his heart still ached when he saw the words on the tombstone and the name when he saw it, after all, after all, after all so long, he could already look directly.

Just as he turned around and laid out the offerings, a hand crept out from behind the tombstone and reached for one of the jars of wine.