The news of Master Yang Xiudao's soul returning to the sea of stars, accompanied by the rise of the white flags in Yingtian City, soon spread throughout the entire Chu Kingdom, and all the lay disciples of the Daomen branch and the heads of the cultivating families rushed to the capital one after another, put on plain linen clothes, and came to see off the national master on his last journey.

The people in Yingtian City, only then did they react, the old guy who was obscene and sloppy and never put on the shelves of the national teacher had not gone to the street to buy wine and eat for many days, and few people in the ordinary world knew what a noble heart was hidden in the unruly appearance of the national teacher, but Master Yang Xiudao had lived in Yingtian City for most of his life, and he always left countless acquaintances in the streets and alleys, and when he heard the news of the old guy's death, many families lit paper money in front of the door, praying that the first-class national teacher who eats and drinks every day will not lack money to spend in heaven。

For the funeral of the national teacher, His Majesty the Emperor gave the highest standard of state funeral, the corpse was carried by eight Taoist disciples from the Star Picking Building, and His Majesty the Emperor personally dragged the old body to the front of the funeral procession, all the way to tears, all the civil and military officials were all dressed in linen and filial piety, and the heads of the family of cultivators walked on one side, and slowly moved forward to bury the coffin of the National Teacher into the imperial mausoleum of Chu State.

Since ancient times, no matter how meritorious the courtiers are, no one has the qualifications to bury the emperor's mausoleum, and when His Majesty the Emperor gave the order, he was also hindered by the admonition of the civil and military officials and the officials, but His Majesty the Emperor was determined to do so, and in the end his arms could not reach his thighs, and everyone had to let it go.

Master Yang Xiudao has a very high rank in the Daomen, second only to several elders in the Penglai Secret Realm, the Daomen since the Sanfeng Patriarch soared, after the decline of Wudang Mountain, the Dao system began to split, and now the supreme sect on the endless continent is the Escape Immortal Palace and Qingyang Palace, in addition to these two sects, there are also hundreds of Taoist sects and countless Taoist temples scattered on the mainland, and the younger generations of Master Yang Xiudao in the Daomen, there are not 10,000 but 8,000.

The reason why the officials shut up and agreed to His Majesty the Emperor's seemingly ridiculous order was that His Majesty the Emperor's attitude was too resolute this time, and second, in the face of such a powerful Dao Sect force, they really didn't dare to provoke.

The funeral procession is very long, the white flags can not see the end at a glance, it can be said that the glory after death has been exhausted, Chen Linci walked in the procession wearing a plain clothes, did not cry bitterly, but also had a sad face.

How much he wanted to send the National Teacher on his last journey as a closed disciple at the moment, but he couldn't, he didn't dare, he didn't know how many people were secretly staring at this funeral, and he didn't dare to imagine that if the matter of being a disciple of the National Teacher was known by the world, how many enemy assassinations would be attracted, he could only walk in the team as an ordinary person, and he didn't even dare to show too much grief and gaffe like His Majesty the Emperor.

He secretly hated his weakness, but he was still powerless, so he had to look up at the sky, looking at the white clouds floating one by one, and said in his heart, old guy, sooner or later, I will kill the mountain and avenge you.

It doesn't matter how far that day is.

No matter what time of day it is.

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The funeral of the National Teacher was beautiful, countless Taoist disciples and cultivators and ordinary people spontaneously came to see him off, and His Majesty the Emperor sent him to be buried in the imperial mausoleum, which can be said to be unprecedented and unprecedented, but it is a pity that those close friends of his youth have long been separated from each other now, whether it is Zhou Yijin, or Yuan Jiawei, or even Yuan Tongtian in Yingtian City, no one has come to see him off for the last time.

Many years ago, those teenagers who rode horses and walked with the sky and abandoned the mountains are now dying, and with the death of the national teacher, many old things have been dusted, but the feeling of the year, after decades of wear, can not be recovered.

After the funeral of the National Teacher, it was already evening, and the ministers returned to their mansions in a scattered manner, and most of the heads of those cultivation families and the children of the Daomen also left Yingtian City and embarked on the way home.

He had no way to spend the night in the Imperial Tomb, so he had to come here to keep the spirit of the old god stick all night.

The door of the National Teacher's Mansion has been locked, and there are two plain lamps hanging outside the door.

Chen Linci knew the owner of the shadow, because he was his own teacher at Starry Night Academy, and he had always been good to him.

He is also one of the few people who knows his master-apprentice relationship with the national teacher.

He is Yuan Tongtian.

"I knew you were coming, so I was waiting for you all along. Yuan Tongtian Jiaoxi looked at Chen Linci, who was walking slowly in the distance, and said calmly.

Chen Linci stepped forward and gave a fist salute, and said respectfully: "Student Chen Linci, meet Yuan Jiaoxi." ”

Yuan Tongtian patted Chen Linci's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Being able to wait for you here shows that that old guy's vision is really good." ”

Chen Linci was silent, and he didn't know how to answer, so he had to say Mr. Liao Zan lightly.

Yuan Tongtian smiled slightly and said, "The National Teacher's Mansion has been locked, come back to the academy with me." ”

Chen Linci said: "The students have to guard the soul of the master and his old man, and I forgive you for not going with him today." ”

"Even if that old guy really has a spirit in the sky, do you think he will care about these things?" Yuan Tongtian said solemnly: "He never wanted to expose the relationship between the two of you before his death, in order to prevent one day after he leaves this world, you will become the target of those people with ulterior motives, you are good, when he is at the funeral, he came to the National Teacher's Mansion to guard his spirit, do you know how stupid your current behavior is?"

Chen Linci woke up like a dream, and saluted ashamedly: "Mr. is still thoughtful." ”

Following Yuan Tongtian's teaching, bypassing several familiar streets and alleys, Chen Linci quickly stepped into the door of Starry Night Academy.

In the college, there is only one attic that is the residence of Yuan Tongtian Jiaoxi, and Yuan Jiaoxi has already prepared several pots of high-quality wine and cold dishes with wine, placed them on the table, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, and chatting with Chen Linci

up.

"Boy, there has been a legend in our Endless Continent since ancient times, people will turn into stars in the sky after death, look at the vast sea of stars above the night, can you recognize which one your master is?"

"Too much, I don't know. Chen Linci rarely picked up a pot of liquor and drank it, and his answer was very crisp.

Yuan Jiaoxi was a little speechless for a while, thinking that you kid really couldn't chat, so he had to continue: "Chen Linci, have you ever thought about what to do in the future?"

Chen Linci held a pot of spirits, his face was slightly drunk, and he said slowly: "When I was in Linxi City many years ago, what I wanted to do most was to make more money and live a worry-free life. When I left Linxi City, I wanted to come to the capital to see the world of cultivators, I had only seen cultivators in the mouth of the storyteller in the teahouse and the legend of Master Yinchen before, but I had never had much contact with it, and I was very curious. Later, when I came to the capital and was admitted to the Starry Night Academy, my greatest wish was to become a cultivator, I wanted to surpass the little prince and become the most powerful genius. But now, I just want to cultivate faster, I just want to become stronger as soon as possible, kill the Escape Mountain, and use the heads of the old thief Wang Chen and the old thief Hu Sen to pay tribute to the spirit of the old god stick in the sky. ”

Yuanjiao Xi smiled bitterly for a lifetime, and said: "Do you know that on the current Escape Mountain, not to mention those second and third generations of disciples, just talking about Wang Chen's real person, he is already a figure of the Great Perfection of the Tianshu Realm, Chen Xingguang and Hu Sen's realm is similar to him, that is, Yang Xiudao was alive, and he didn't have the confidence to say that he could defeat them, you kid actually whimsically wanted to kill the Escape Mountain and use the heads of these people to sacrifice Yang Xiudao, you are a god general and his old man can't you?"

"How do you know if you don't try?" Chen Linci said firmly: "People, you always have to have some dreams, if you don't dare to think about it, then I am really finished." ”

"Then I wish you success. Yuan Tongtian raised the wine glass in his hand.

"Thank you, sir. Chen Linci lifted the wine jug and touched the glass with Yuan Jiaoxi, and then drank it all.

The night was already dark, Chen Linci fell asleep soundly, and he didn't notice that Yuan Jiaoxi looked up at the starry sky for a long time, and his eyes were already full of tears.

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On this night, many people in Yingtian City had no sleep.

Wang Shulin's old husband handed a towel to His Majesty the Emperor and wiped his face, since he came back from the Imperial Mausoleum, His Majesty has been sitting in front of the column of the Star Picking Tower, looking at the stars in the night sky in a silent daze, the old husband knows that His Majesty is using another way to guard the spirit of the national teacher, looking at His Majesty's aging face, his heart is also flooded with layers of sourness.

General Yu sat in the pavilion in the backyard of Yu's mansion and drank spirits with General Xing Weiqiao, looking at the starry sky, chatting about the absurd memories of his youth, and chatting about the past of fighting on the battlefield hand in hand when he was young, but he didn't dare to talk about that person's name from beginning to end, because the two of them were afraid that they would not be able to hold back, and tears flowed out with the wine.

This is true in the heavenly city, and in the other cities, it is also restored

So.

Dean Zao Wou-Ki in the White Horse Academy, the prince of the palace family in Gusu City, the retired chief soldier in Zhenhai County, and even countless unknown old men in the Great Chu State......

I don't know how many people of the Great Chu Kingdom are praying to the stars in this calm night, and how many people are crying or not knowing what to do because of the departure of the national teacher.

They grieve over the death of the National Teacher.

It is the end of an era.

This is the end of the first volume