Fang Yichuan knew that many disciples in Zhuangzi were pampered with makeup, and Yuquan had a very close relationship with her, especially when Yuquan died tragically in front of her, she must have been very sad in her heart, so she didn't stop her and let her vent. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

How could Little Brother Wang stand Yan Juejue crying like this, and couldn't help but want to step forward and hug her, but was stopped by Fang Yichuan.

"It's always uncomfortable for her not to vent. What's more, it is a funeral, and it is normal to cry and mourn. ”

Junior Brother Wang nodded and returned to his original position.

Fang Yichuan watched the disciples kneel and cry, and stood with their hands in their hands.

"In recent days, the dart boat led by the shopkeeper Fang has been persecuted by several black gimmicks in the cave, resulting in the death of the left deputy envoy and the left chief envoy of the Perak Hall.

After being discovered by the Sikong brothers, they killed people and killed their mouths, and blamed Wanyumen's traitor Kongzhu lurking in Honzhuang, resulting in the assassination of Yuquan.

Today, we will see off our good brothers in the village.

In the future, I will find that black gimmick hole and avenge the three of them! ”

Many disciples did not know the cause of death of the three before, but at this moment, the crowd was excited, and they all stood up and raised their right hands and shouted, "Take revenge!" Settle an old score! Settle an old score! ”

"His grandmother's, when did we get so many moles in our Zhuangzi!" A disciple in the front row said indignantly, then half-knelt down and saluted, "Master Zhuang, where are those traitors now?" They will be torn to pieces! ”

Fang Yichuan raised his hand and pressed down, and the disciples calmed down, and their shouts gradually weakened.

"Those moles, Tu Yi is dead, Tu Jia escaped, fortunately their superior Huang Tao and I have been imprisoned in the confinement room. And got the approximate location of the black gimmick hole.

We Zhuangzi must go to the Black Gimmick Cave, such a cult is even more intolerable than the Blood Alliance. Fang Yichuan spoke slowly, his voice calm and profound.

When Junior Brother Wang heard about the Blood Alliance, his eyes narrowed, and his right hand couldn't help but clench his fist.

Only Fang Yoshikawa's deep voice remained in the entire hall, and there was a low sobbing sound from under the spiritual seat.

It was Yan Juejue.

Little Brother Wang was helpless, so he had to pull her into his arms and gently comfort her.

"But now there are rumors on the rivers and lakes that our Fangjiazhuang hired the golden hero Huang Xin to deliberately torture and kill the two chief envoys of the Thunderbolt Hall, and even more so, our family village deliberately murdered Huang Xin.

I think that these people from the rivers and lakes will arrive in Luoyang in the near future and come to our Fangjiazhuang to pick quarrels and provoke trouble. Fang Yichuan didn't pay attention to that side and continued to speak.

"What a hate! Who spreads rumors like this! The disciple on the other side said excitedly after hearing this.

"I think it's that black gimmick hole!" The disciple next to him replied.

"Then the other five major sects will inevitably add fuel to the fire, phew." One of them took a sip and said.

Seeing that the disciples had their own guesses, Fang Yichuan said with an impassive face: "Who it is, I can't find out now." In the next few days, all the disciples will be on standby, and there may be a fierce battle. ”

Speaking of this, seeing the appearance of someone who was gearing up and couldn't wait, Fang Yichuan frowned and said, "However, don't hurt people at will." If the enemy does not move, I will not move. Don't let me hear you go out and commit murder, or ......"

Fang Yichuan glanced at the few people in the front row, and saw that they didn't dare to say more, so he said slowly: "Don't blame me for ruthlessly expelling him from Zhuangzi!" ”

The disciples were terrified, and they didn't dare to have any other thoughts.

Although the Sikong brothers did not make significant contributions to Zhuangzi in the past, they have always been loyal to Zhuangzi.

And Yuquan, I don't need to say much, everyone also knows how much he paid for Zhuangzi. He regards Zhuangzi as his home, and he will always be a member of our Zhuangzi!

Yesterday was in a hurry, but I still chose a good land for the three of them, may they rest in peace, and in the next life they will still be our good brothers! Let's go out of the spirit. Fang Yichuan said, choking up.

He has never been in contact with the Sikong brothers, but Yuquan also often works for Zhuangzi, and he has always treated him as his junior, but he doesn't want to send him away in person today.

Fang Sheng carried the soul-attracting flag, turned left three times around the coffin and turned three times to the right in the sound of drums, and poured it once for each turn.

After wrapping the coffin, Hu Hu held the clay basin that burned paper money, wept bitterly, and then threw the clay pot to the ground.

Fang Sheng saw that the process was completed, so he waved his hand to let more than a dozen disciples rise to the coffin.

Yan Juejue raised her head from Little Brother Wang's arms, looked at Yuquan's coffin, and wanted to chase it out.

When Brother Wang saw her teary eyes, and the heat on her forehead did not go down at all, he hugged her tightly.

"Makeup, you're not in good health, don't go. Let's go back to the house and lie down. ”

Yan Juejue shook his head, trying hard to break out of his embrace.

Little Brother Wang was helpless, tightened her tightly, and said, "Okay, don't make trouble, I'll take you there, don't cry." When the wind blows and the cold blows, it is even more difficult. ”

Yan Juejue nodded and wiped her tears, and rubbed her hand on the hem of Little Brother Wang's clothes.

Fortunately, it was a plain suit on her body, and she had to throw it away after all, so she left it to herself.

Brother Wang took out a towel and wiped Yan Juejue's face, then picked her up and followed the people in front.

"Lingrong, you can be at home. Shixiong also don't go. Fang Yichuan walked aside and said.

Yan Lingrong nodded and said, "Then you come back earlier." ”

Fang Yichuan touched Fang Shixiong's little face, and left with everyone.

At this funeral, all the disciples who came were from the inner sect, and the disciples from the dart bureau and the outer sect, as well as some of the righteous people from the rivers and lakes who were taken in, did not participate.

On the side of the government and the city gate guards, Fang Dezheng had already taken care of it.

At this moment, Fangjiazhuang almost came out of the empty nest, plain clothes.

The disciples who opened the way at the front planted road flags along the way to attract the souls of the deceased; A little later, the paper money is thrown to guide the way, to show that it buys off the ghosts along the road. Fang Sheng carried the soul-attracting banner in the guard of honor, followed by the coffins of the three people, followed by the neatly arranged inner disciples of Fangjiazhuang.

An old man with a basket on his back stopped when he saw this and asked the onlookers: "Is this such a grand funeral for the family of his family?" ”

"Fangjiazhuang, I heard that a few disciples were killed by thieves." A woman holding a basket replied.

"If the old man can have such a funeral in the future, he will be able to wake up with a smile when he dies." The old man shook his head and left.

After leaving the city gate, the procession went straight to the outskirts, and it was almost noon when they arrived at the cemetery that had been selected this morning.

"When the hour comes, I will be buried immediately." Fang Sheng stood aside and said loudly.

The disciples unloaded the coffins and placed them in the three tombs that had been dug long ago.

Several descendants of Yuquan personally threw "rich money" and "rich buns" into the tomb, and Hu Hu put the new bricks and tiles drawn by Mr. Yin and Yang himself.

After that, the disciples quickly buried the coffin. After the mound was piled up, Fang Sheng inserted the soul-attracting banner on the head of the tomb, and then burned all the paper ties.

Yan Juejue hugged Wang Xiaodi in the back and cried bitterly.

Although I promised to stop crying when I came, how could I bear it.

All the disciples knelt down once, and no one spoke again, only wishing that the deceased would rest in peace.