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Today is a big day, even if the wind and snow have not stopped after many days of hustle and bustle, but for the people of southern Xinjiang, compared to their saint's ascension to the throne, the bad weather is nothing.

However, today's big event, in addition to Nan Qingmo's accession to the throne, there is also the funeral of China Southern Airlines.

"Respectfully invite the king to ascend the throne!"

Looking at Nan Qingmo, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, Nan Linxuan took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

At this time, Nan Linxuan was already the new protector of the Dharma, and he rarely wore heavy colors, but he changed his clothes to a heavy cinnabar color, which was the most solemn color as a protector.

Listening to Nan Linxuan's voice, Nan Qingmo closed her eyes, carefully recalled what the Green Salamander Protector had instructed her, and slowly approached the ancestral shrine while performing a worship ceremony.

Today is the day when she inherits the throne of the king of southern Xinjiang, and she can't make mistakes.

"Kneel!"

While thinking wildly, Nan Qingmo had already walked to the door of the ancestral shrine, which was enshrined in the ancestral shrine and was the spiritual seat of the kings of southern Xinjiang in the past dynasties.

Even though it was a little far away from the offering table in the ancestral hall, Nan Qingmo found the most brand-new one among the tablets at a glance, and the name written on it was Nan Hangyuan.

Looking at the spiritual position made of ebony wood, Nan Qingmo forcibly endured the tears rolling in his eyes, raised his arms, bowed his head and bowed respectfully.

Kneel down three times, looking solemn and serious.

"Kneel again!"

Nan Linxuan was standing at the door of the ancestral shrine, he could clearly see Nan Hangyuan's spiritual position, and Nan Qingmo's tears, he also saw it clearly in his eyes.

Nan Qingmo didn't even dare to blink, but just saluted respectfully and even mechanically, for fear that tears would fall down.

"Kneel down!"

This is the last kneeling, a total of three kneeling and nine bows, it is the new king in order to show respect and awe for his ancestors, the process must be correct, Nan Qingmo knelt and then got up, she was already a little out of breath, but she did not feel tired, now full of hatred and remorse in her heart.

"Swear!"

Seeing that Nan Qingmo was slightly panting, but still holding his posture without moving at all, Nan Linxuan only felt that his nose was even more sour, and after inhaling deeply again, he closed his eyes and shouted, for fear that tears would come out of his eyes.

"Today, Nan Qingmo, the thirty-fourth generation saint of Baiqiang, swears to the ancestors of Southern Xinjiang that the murderer of the Black Yuan King will be broken into thousands of pieces, if this oath is violated, heaven and earth will not tolerate it!"

Nan Qingmo almost gritted her teeth and finished saying this, and behind her, Nan Zhengjiang, who was standing at the front of the crowd, was already in tears at this time.

The dishonest guy was right, their children were indeed grown up.

"Congratulations to the new king! The number is Bai Qing! ”

Nan Linxuan shouted again, and the tears finally couldn't help but pour into the collar, cold and cold.

Sister Momo, from today onwards, we will shoulder the entire southern Xinjiang.

"Congratulations to the new king!"

"Congratulations to the new king!"

In the crowd, respectful shouts continued to erupt, which also made Nan Qingmo's mood even heavier.

After the worship, Nan Qingmo turned his head silently, and walked slowly towards the ancestral tomb of the Nan clan, and next, it was Nan Hangyuan's funeral.

The ancestral tomb of the Nan clan is located in a forest next to the Valley of the Dead, Nan Qingmo stood quietly in front of the new tomb, looking at the name on the tombstone, and the remorse in his heart was even greater.

It's all her, if it weren't for her being so willful, how could such a thing happen?

"Uncle Yuan, it's my unfilial piety."

Nan Qingmo knelt in front of the grave with a 'plop', and immediately burst into tears, it was all her fault, such a big mistake, how could she make up for it?

Her father lost her good brother, Linxuan lost her father, and the people of southern Xinjiang lost their beloved king, all because of her.

"Dad, I'll avenge you!"

Nan Linxuan also gritted his teeth and knelt in front of the grave, a pair of eyes looked at death as if he were home, he couldn't wait for the name on the tombstone to become his own, as long as it was not Nan Hangyuan, let him do anything.

However, it was too late.

'Squeak'!

At this moment, a terrible roar came from the branches, and immediately, a small yellow cloud flew in and landed on the tombstone of Nan Hangyuan.

"Little monkey?!"

Looking at the little guy sitting on the tombstone, waving his little hands indiscriminately, Nan Qingmo couldn't help but let out a surprised voice.

Originally, they did not find any trace of the little monkey when they were from Tianji Mountain, and after returning to southern Xinjiang, they learned that Nanhangyuan did not take the little monkey with them at all.

Even, it was a long time after Nan Hangyuan left, Nan Zhengjiang knew that the little monkey was left in southern Xinjiang, but I don't know when, the little monkey disappeared.

I don't know where it went, but at this time, the little monkey's fur has lost its luster and smoothness, and it is covered with ice and snow, and there is even a piece of hair on its legs.

What I didn't expect was that today China Southern Airlines was far away from the funeral, and the little monkey appeared here again.

"Squeak!"

The little monkey opened its mouth and kept roaring, and then slipped off the tombstone, and stood on the grave to stick its little furry face against the cold tombstone.

Seeing this situation, Nanqing Modang burst into tears, little monkey, this is reluctant to be its owner.

Yes, the little monkey she still killed has no owner who loves it.

"Come, little one."

Nan Linxuan gently took the little monkey into his arms, caressing its dry and somewhat astringent fur distressedly, and when his palm swept over the little monkey's cheek, he also clearly felt the coldness of the little monkey's face.

"Uncle Yuan, we will definitely avenge you, please guide me in the direction of that bastard in the Spirit of Heaven, Lin Xuan and I will definitely cut him with our own hands and use his head to honor you!"

Nan Qingmo kowtowed in front of the grave with tears, and Nan Linxuan had already bowed in front of the grave and couldn't cry, and the little monkey in his arms was also hugged tightly by him, causing it to start struggling because of the shrinking space.

"Squeak!"

The little monkey finally struggled to break free of Nan Linxuan's palm and pounced on the tombstone, Nan Linxuan thought that it was just reluctant to bear its master, so it did not force it, thinking that it would be good to let it accompany its father again.

However, it is clear that this is not the case.

The little monkey that flew out, like a moth without hesitation, slammed into the tombstone carved from bluestone, and used blood to bloom a gorgeous and bewitching flower next to the shed of Nanhangyuan.

Martyrdom.

"Little monkey!"

Nan Qingmo couldn't hold back any longer, and began to cry, and in the end, she even forced the little monkey to death.

However, the little monkey lying on the grave could no longer hear Nan Qingmo's shout, but just stretched out his little hand tremblingly, and touched the name on the tombstone again.

In a trance, it seemed that the casually-looking man was reaching out again, ravaging the softest piece of fluff on the top of its head.