In the end, I still didn't answer Miss Xuejun's question, because if I told the truth, I was afraid that it would make Miss Xuejun's mood even more sad; And if I tell a lie, I will cause unnecessary trouble for myself. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Miss Xuejun is not bad.

On the contrary, she is one of the best girls I have ever met, and it would be a great pleasure for a man to marry her.

However, it is still the same old saying, there is no fate.

Love is not such a simple thing, it requires two people to devote themselves wholeheartedly, and when my mind is full of only Xiao Guanyin at the moment, even if the Xuejun girl is as beautiful as a fairy, it will not make me have too much heartbeat.

What's more, there is such a condition in front of this.

This is even more difficult for me to accept.

Silence is sometimes a means, and sometimes it is an attitude.

Miss Xuejun obviously understood what I meant, and didn't say anything more.

When I went downstairs, I asked the attending doctor of Mr. Song, and learned that his old man's foundation was good, but the injuries were too serious, so I am afraid that there will be some short-term troubles at present, but it will not be life-threatening.

Having this answer, we left the house and stayed in the rooms of the nursing home, arranged by the staff.

After a night of silence, the next morning, we changed into black suits and went to the Babaoshan Funeral Home to attend the memorial service for the victims of the Tianchizhai case.

In the largest funeral parlor of the funeral home, I saw the dead Wang Daman, at this moment his body was burned by the fire, curled into a ball, the whole person almost couldn't see the original face, this situation made me look very sad, and here is not only Wang Damanzi, but also many people in Tianchi Village who died in this incident.

Just what I know is the third master of the Song family, Song Nu, that is, the grandfather of Lord Song Xue, as well as several elders of the royal family around Wang Damanzi.

These people are the top combat power in Tianchi Village, and they are also the backbone foundation of the dragon vein guardianship of the King of Tianchi Village and the Song Dynasty, but they lost their lives in such a sudden accident.

In addition to cultivators, there were also many ordinary people, some of whom had died in the fire, or even had already been buried in the flames, and there was no way to survive even the corpses.

Because Tianchi Village has suffered a heavy blow, there are not many people who can stand up and preside over the overall situation at this moment, the Song family is the son of the old man Song, Xue Jun and Xue Jian's father Song Que, and the Wang family is Wang Meng, the youngest son of Wang Damanzi, these two are presiding, and there is an old man who is estimated to be more than sixty years old to accompany them by the side.

The old man was wearing a Mao suit, and his demeanor was quite like being in a high position.

The memorial service has not yet begun, we rushed to the scene under the leadership of Xiao Li, where many people from Tianchi Village have gathered, and I was recognized in front of the body of Wang Damanzi, and the atmosphere suddenly froze.

I felt many angry glances focused on me.

An injured man with his arm hanging rushed to me and shouted at me: "You are still embarrassed to come here, if it weren't for your brother Wang Zhao, how could my Tianchi Village end up like this?" ”

His uninjured hand almost poked my fingers in the face.

Another middle-aged woman in her forties, with her hair disheveled and oily, also squeezed in and scolded me: "You two brothers are disaster stars, your wolf ambition dog brother, for his own ambition, but he burned my Tianchi Village clean, but poor my two underage sons actually died at his hands - how can I live?" He ran away, you brother will have to pay for your life......"

"Pay for your life, kill for your life, kill him!"

There is a cluster effect of people, one or two people don't think it, several people rush out at once, everyone's emotions are ignited at once, those who have lost relatives, friends and fellow clans in this incident angrily accuse, and all at once the sorrow and joy of the venue are broken.

I didn't say anything with a cold face, and I didn't argue anything with the accusing and cursing people, but the old ghost stood up to me, stretched out his hands, and stopped them.

However, there was only one old ghost, and the rest of the people rushed over from all directions, and for a while, the scene was a little out of control.

At this time, an acquaintance rushed over from the side, also stopped in front of me, and shouted: "Don't make trouble unreasonably, okay, Wang Ming is Wang Ming, Wang Zhao is Wang Zhao, this matter has something to do with him?" When this incident happened in Tianchi Village, Wang Ming fought bloodily with the people of the Evil Spirit Sect in Qingcheng Mountain, and almost lost his life - you have lost your relatives, hasn't he lost his younger brother? ”

The person who spoke was Song Jiahuan, a person from Tianchi Village that I was relatively familiar with.

His righteous words eased the anger at the scene a little, but the woman did not give up, and shouted sharply: "Why did he lose his brother, is Wang Zhao's beast dead now?" He didn't die, he did such evil things, and he didn't die, God, is there anything reasonable in the world? Now his brother still has the face to attend my son's funeral, and I object! ”

Her words provoked the anger of many people, and people kept rushing up.

Some of these people were injured, but some were fierce, the old ghost and Song Jiahuan couldn't stop it at all, and the staff of the Religious Affairs Bureau next to them also surrounded them, trying to persuade them, but the effect was very small, seeing that the scene was about to get out of control, suddenly someone shouted: "Old Man Song is here, Old Man Song is here." ”

A simple sentence that made everyone stop moving.

The door opened, a ray of light poured in, and Old Man Song sat in a wheelchair, pushed by Miss Xuejun and slowly walked into the field, and the people next to him made a way.

The wheelchair came to our side until it stopped, and Old Man Song was closing his eyes when he came in, but he opened his one eye at this moment.

He looked up and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The woman who made the most trouble just now said: "Uncle, that beast's brother actually dared to come to my Tianchi Village's funeral, it's just too much, I ......"

Old Man Song didn't wait for him to finish, and said directly: "I asked him to come over." ”

Yes?

The woman was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time before she came back to her senses, and stammered, "Why? ”

Old Man Song said expressionlessly: "I originally wanted him to be the owner of Tianchi Village and lead you to continue, but unfortunately they refused." ”

As soon as this sentence was said, everyone next to him was stunned, and then shocked.

Who is this kid, is there no one in Tianchi Village, let him be the owner of the village?

Did you hurt your brain, old man?

Countless people had all kinds of questions on their minds, and I was very embarrassed next to me.

I thought it was just a matter of secret communication in private, but I didn't expect him to put it on the table without any buffer.

This is a bit surprising.

However, Old Man Song ignored the shock of others, and let Miss Xuejun push her, all the way forward, to the front, and met with the few people who presided over the funeral.

I faintly heard the greetings in front of me, and only then did I know that the old man in his sixties with an extraordinary bearing was none other than Zhu Yi, a high-level member of the Religious Affairs Bureau.

He is half of Wang Hongqi's apprentice, but now he is the deputy director of the General Administration of Religion.

In a high position, he was busy with everything, but he attended the whole process, which is to show an attitude that this matter will definitely not be over so simply.

There will definitely be follow-up by the Religious Affairs Bureau.

Participating in the memorial service, in addition to the Religious Affairs Bureau and Tianchi Zhai people, there are many fellow Taoists in the rivers and lakes, after the scene here has settled down, many people have come one after another, listening to the head, one is much stronger than the other, and there is a top one in the land of Gyeonggi, but it is the owner of Baiyun Temple, Haichang Zhenren, and there are a few Taoist priests next to him; There are also some people on the Northeast Road, the most famous of which is the three unique real people of the Tianxian Palace.

Many of these two people may not have heard of them, but they share a common name.

One of the top 10 in the world.

In addition, I also saw a person who surprised me a little, but it was Wang Qianlin, the CEO of Qiantong Group, who I met at the Changbai Mountain Ski Resort before.

He also brought his son over, and Wang Yuanwai saw me in the corner at a glance, squeezed his eyes at me, and said hello.

The arrival of these people finally stopped the focus of the conference on me.

I stayed in the corner of the funeral parlor, when Song Jiahuan patted me on the shoulder and said, "Go out and smoke one?" ”

My mood was very bad because of what happened just now, but there was nothing to blame others, after all, the woman had two sons dead, and it was because of Wang Zhao, so she was even more depressed, and when she heard Song Jiahuan's greeting, she nodded and said okay.

The old ghost didn't go with me, but stayed at the venue to take Xiao'er.

The two came to the corridor outside, Song Jiahuan handed me a cigarette, lit it, and then lit one for himself, took a long breath, and then said: "Aunt Jiu, she has died two sons, and the whole person has collapsed, and her speech is indeed a little ugly, don't blame her......"

I took a long breath, then slowly spit it out, shook my head and smiled bitterly: "How can I blame her, this matter is indeed Wang Zhao's fault." ”

Song Jiahuan shook his head and said that who is the biggest responsible person for this matter, I know who it is, Wang Zhao just didn't resist the pressure; But I just heard that the old man is going to let you come to the Chizhai master of the day, and I also think you are quite suitable, so I really don't think about it?

I didn't expect Song Jiahuan to also come over as a lobbyist, opened his mouth, and just wanted to speak, when Xiao Li hurried over.

He said to me: "Comrade Wang Ming, our Director Zhu wants to see you......