On the mourning hall, Wang Chongyang's face was numb to deal with the people who kept coming to worship. There was no sparkle in his eyes, like a piece of wood.

"Alas, Marquis Wu passed away, leaving such a young son to succeed to the title of Marquis of Wu, this Marquis Mansion will not last for a few years!"

"Alas, Lord Zhang said cautiously, be careful that someone takes the opportunity to play. ”

"Oh, too!"

Most of the people who come to worship are in this way. There are even more ruthless than that. However, Wang Chongyang's face did not change in the slightest, as if he was not talking about him.

In fact, if you really want to say that the Wang Chongyang in their mouths now is no longer the Wang Chongyang before, because his soul has been changed, and he has been replaced by another Wang Chongyang who has been transformed into this world by a dog.

"Fuck, hell on earth, seven billion people on earth, why did I just run into that dog who can recite scriptures?"

I think back to squeezing in a Sunday, riding my beloved bike, and planning to go out of town to relax. Who would have thought that at a crossroads where there were no people, he was actually stopped by a talking dog with the sentence "Amitabha, donor!", stopped in the middle of the road, causing him to be hit by a car running a red light, and then, inexplicably, crossed into this world!

Crossing is crossing, anyway, Wang Chongyang has nothing to remember on the earth. However, just after coming over, let him wear linen and filial piety? What kind of operation is this?

"If it comes, it will be safe" has become an anesthetic for Wang Chongyang's self-anesthesia.

The funeral continued, and as the night approached, fewer people came to pay their respects. Wang Chongyang was idle and bored, and his vision gradually became foggy.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance entered Wang Chongyang's nostrils. In a daze, Wang Chongyang saw a girl wearing a splendid silk skirt and a Baohua dancing phoenix hairpin walking in.

"Hmm, who is this?" Wang Chongyang didn't even know his identity now.

I heard from the people who came to worship that he seemed to be the heir of the marquis, but the people who came to worship before looked at the people from the way they dressed. But the person in front of him looks like he is not ordinary!

"Wuhou died suddenly, Fu Han was deeply saddened, and I hope that the marquis will mourn!" After the woman worshipped, she came to Wang Chongyang and bowed slightly.

Wang Chongyang was confused and nodded. The woman paused for a moment, then turned resolutely. After the woman left, Xiang Qi reacted.

Wang Chongyang, who reacted, couldn't help but be a little worried.

"Brother Chongyang, Lian Sheng has come to see you!"

When Wang Chongyang was apprehensive, another voice came from outside the door. I saw an eleven or twelve-year-old little Lori, bounced and trotted over from outside.

"Don't be presumptuous!"

A gust of wind suddenly broke off in the mourning hall, and in Wang Chongyang's shocked gaze, a beautiful woman appeared out of thin air next to the little Lori's voice, and reached out to hold the little guy's head.

"Ah, Sister Lin, what are you doing? I want to play with Brother Chongyang!" The little girl lowered her head, and her two little hands kept patting the big hands above her head.

"Don't make trouble, when you go out today, have you forgotten what you promised before you went out?" Lin Qingcheng frowned, for the girl in front of her, she couldn't beat or scold, she could only coax and deceive.

Hearing this, Yang Liansheng stopped the movements in her hand, pouted, frowned, and turned her head angrily.

Seeing that Yang Liansheng was no longer making trouble, Lin Tingcheng let go of his hand, and then walked into the mourning hall step by step. Hurriedly worshipped.

After getting up, Lin Qingcheng said to Wang Chongyang expressionlessly, "Condolences! Tomorrow Lian Sheng will return to Shangyong Xue Palace, and please cherish Hou Ye!"

After saying that, he turned around and left. went out and pulled up Yang Liansheng, regardless of the latter's loud resistance, and left the waiting house.

"What kind of identity am I? I can't be a down-and-out nobleman, right?"

Wang Chongyang suddenly had an ominous feeling. If it is really a down-and-out nobleman, thinking of the intrigues and tricks played in the TV series, Wang Chongyang shuddered.

Since Yang Liansheng and the others left, no one in Houfu has come to worship.

At night, Wang Chongyang sat alone in the mourning hall, his head getting heavier and heavier. Moreover, in Wang Chongyang's mind, the memories of another person kept coming.

Gradually, Wang Chongyang seemed to have a dream. A very long dream.

In the dream, there was a little girl and a beautiful woman, who were making him laugh, and behind them stood a man with a smirk on his face.

The scene turns, he and the little girl are kneeling in front of the bed, which woman is asleep on the bed. The woman looked at them with tears in her eyes, as if she were giving them an explanation!

The picture turned again, a man with a scumbag on his face, standing at the door with him, and sending the girl who grew up to marry him from afar. It was the winter solstice and it was exceptionally cold!

The picture turns again, and the man is also dying in bed. The man took his hand and kept saying, "Get out of here, be an ordinary person, and live well." Take care of your sister, Dad, I'm sorry for her!"

The picture came to an abrupt end, and Wang Chongyang also woke up from the ground. When he woke up, he was drenched in sweat.

"Alas, it seems that there are a lot of stories in this mansion!" Wang Chongyang shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"Master Hou, if you are tired, you can rest, and leave it to the old slave here!"

Suddenly, an old voice came from behind Wang Chongyang. Wang Chongyang was so frightened that he jumped up from the ground.

"Master Hou, don't be afraid, it's an old slave!"

Wang Chongyang saw the person clearly, and then he was relieved. The person who came had a Chinese face, small eyebrows and eyes, a very high hairline, and a slight sign of hair loss. He is Deng En, the steward of the Houfu, and Wang Chongyang has been taken care of by him for a few days after coming here.

Wang Chongyang looked at Deng En angrily, "Uncle Deng, people are scary and scared to death, can you make some noise when you walk in the future, so that I can be a little mentally prepared?"

Dunn grinned and nodded.

After Xiang Qi finished speaking, he sat down again and continued to keep the spirit, "I'm fine, the spirit is just a war, and it's not going to the battlefield, you can rest first!"

Seeing that Wang Chongyang insisted, Deng En had to nod, instructed, and then went back.

For the next few days, Wang Chongyang stayed in the mourning hall.

Six days have passed in the blink of an eye. One more day is the day of the funeral, as the only male in the waiting house, Wang Chongyang will go to the mausoleum and guard the mausoleum for three years.

This night, Wang Chongyang went to bed early. There's no way, he has been dreaming every day these nights, and the dreams are all memories of this body, but basically they are all black and white silent movies, and he doesn't know the specific content in them.

In the middle of the night, Wang Chongyang woke up from his dream.

Rubbing his eyes, Wang Chongyang changed his posture and continued to sleep soundly.

However, as soon as he closed his eyes, the scene around him suddenly changed, and he appeared directly in front of a towering stone gate.

"It's... I... Damn, have you crossed over?" Wang Chongyang Shunjian came to his senses, jumped up from the ground, and looked around, black rumbling, and couldn't see anything.

"Welcome to the Eternal Martial Arts Palace!"

Suddenly, under Wang Chongyang's horrified gaze, an old man in white slowly walked down from the towering mountain-like stone gate. The old man has a childish face and a kind face.

Wang Chongyang looked at the old man in a daze, and asked with difficulty, "Who are you?"

The old man smiled slightly, "The old man is the gatekeeper of Wuying Palace, and he can also be regarded as your guide." ”

Wang Chongyang took a step back and asked vigilantly, "Guide, are you guiding me to return to Earth?"

When the old man heard this, he shook his head with a wry smile, and explained to Wang Chongyang, "I am guiding you to use the Wuying Palace, not to send you back to Earth!"

When Wang Chongyang heard this, he suddenly lost interest.

"Wuyingdian was born in the long history of China, and it is inhabited by all the generals and strategists who have left a great name in history. For thousands of years, they have been sleeping in the Wuying Palace. ”

Wang Chongyang looked at the old man and asked strangely, "Since they are all sleeping, why do you want to get them into my head?"

The old man suddenly felt a little sad, "You don't know, the earth's spiritual energy has been depleted, and the Wuying Hall has been unable to shelter the heroic souls inside, and some weak heroic souls have dissipated." Therefore, Lord Pangu can only store the Wuying Hall in your soul and send you and the Wuying Hall to this place full of spiritual energy, so as to keep the Chinese martial arts immortal. ”

When Wang Chongyang heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. The more the old man talked in front of him, the more nonsense he became. has just returned to the long history, and now it is already a mythical and legendary Pangu.

Wang Chongyang thought for a while, came to look at his side, and quietly asked, "May I ask how is Lord Nuwa? The money she owes me has not been repaid? And the Jade Emperor, why can he take the queen mother and have a child." The other immortals can't?... Woo."

Before Wang Chongyang finished speaking, he was blocked by the old man's outstretched hand.

The old man begged Wang Chongyang with a blank face, "Grandpa, don't say it." Those people up there have good ears, so be careful that they sneeze and send us to the eighteenth level of hell for a trip. Grandpa, remember to be cautious in your words and deeds in the future!"

Wang Chongyang rolled his eyes and pointed to the hand covering his mouth. Seeing this, the old man let go of his hand angrily.

Wang Chongyang wiped his mouth and said weakly, "Can you send me out now?"

"Wait a minute, it's still early!" the old man glared at him, forgetting all about the troubles made by this kid.

The old man came to the front of the Wuying Palace, pointed to the groove on the stone door, and said, "Come here, press it here!"

Wang Chongyang wants to go back now, so he obeys what the old man says, and whatever he says is what he says.

With his right hand pressed on the groove, Wang Chongyang savored the material of the stone door, which was smooth and delicate, without the roughness of the stone at all.

"Buzz"

Just when Wang Chongyang was thinking wildly, suddenly, the stone door slowly opened. The dazzling white light almost made Wang Chongyang blind.

"Knock Knock"

In the white light, Wang Chongyang suddenly saw a huge figure slowly walking towards him!

"It's... OMG!"