"There is a dead man, and Da Luo Jinxian is here and has no skills to return to the sky." Xue Wenyang's father, Xue Hongtang, a generation of famous doctors, completely made the moon washing students die.

Xue Hongtang received an urgent letter from his only son, and rushed all the way from Gaoyou to Yangzhou City, just to rescue Yu Lang, but unfortunately it backfired, and even the former national player was helpless.

Hongshuang's whole person suddenly fell to the ground and passed out completely. From the day she found Yu Lang sleeping in the study, she took care of Yu Lang for seven days and seven nights without closing her eyes, although Yu Lang was cut off from breathing, she never believed that Yu Lang would die like this. Xue Hongtang's theory of closing the coffin completely shattered the already crumbling world of red silk.

Xue Wenyang had tears in his eyes, and he begged his father a little unreasonably: "Save Yu Lang, you must have a way." ”

"Nonsense! Thanks to you who have studied medicine with me for so many years, you have no breathing, no pulse, no heartbeat, you are simply a dead person, have you forgotten this common sense! It seems that you haven't made much progress in the past few years in the Moon Washing Academy! Xue Hongtang was quite angry with his only son's nonsense, and immediately brushed his sleeves away. The most taboo thing for a healer is to be dragged to see a death-bound disease, which is simply to ruin his reputation, not to mention that this person is already dead.

"Brother Tiger, what should I do next?" Li Dahu, who has always been calm, has become the backbone of everyone.

"Buried." Li Dahu made a decision.

The funeral procession set off from Jixianli and walked all the way out of the city.

The procession marched very slowly, but the aftermath in the coffin was too heavy, and his body was heavier than iron after he "died". Li Dahu, Yang Xu, Xue Wenyang, and Obaba still felt difficult to carry the coffin, and moved forward step by step.

Zhang Chengxing patted the coffin and cried bitterly: "Brother Lang, it's all my fault for owing to my mouth, I still make you unhappy when I see you for the last time, don't be lonely on Huangquan Road, brothers accompany you." ”

The coffin was already sinking, and there was Zhang Chengxing who was slapping the coffin lid all the way, and the other four people were in distress.

"Whose funeral is this, why are there all young people in the team?"

"This is the Yu family in Jixian, there is only one lone seedling left in their family, and now he is also a young man, it's really pitiful."

"It's not, it is said that Yu Lang of the Yu family is an outstanding disciple of the Moon Washing Academy, I thought he was going to soar into the sky, but I didn't expect it to rot in this stinky ditch first."

"If you want me to say, it's better for people to be safe and stable in this life, don't toss around, it's not empty in the end."

The residents of Yangzhou City are all embarrassed by the aftermath of the early death of the teenager.

The young man who was drinking tea on the side of the street stall frowned when he heard the news that the deceased was Yu Lang.

"Little Ancestor, it seems that Yu Lang is dead, do we still want to take revenge?"

The young man known as Xiao Zu is Zhu Yiming, the grandson of the Yellow River ancestor who hated Yu Lang in the mountain of Xiyue Academy three years ago, because of Yu Lang, the Yellow River ancestor not only lost his mount and cut off his arm, but also abolished the dantian of his grandson Zhu Yiming with his own hands.

Zhu Yiming, who experienced such a big setback, changed his previous stubbornness, worked hard to reopen the dantian, started from scratch, and followed the ancestor to learn the sword intent of the Yellow River. Zhu Yiming, who was reborn, inherited the Yellow River Sword Seal from his grandfather at the age of 20, and successfully entered the Wuxuan Middle Realm, becoming a first-class figure of the young generation, and his achievements were even above the students of the Moon Washing Academy.

It's a pity that the cultivation is higher and higher, but it has never been able to change the old problem of small qi, Zhu Yiming's disgust and hatred for Yu Lang has accumulated in his heart year by year, and unconsciously Yu Lang has become a demon, if you want to enter the realm of Wuxuan, you must first cut the demon to minimize the risk.

Originally, there had always been Chen Wuning in the Moon Washing Academy, and Zhu Yiming didn't dare to make a mistake, but recently he learned from his intelligence channels that Chen Wuning was seriously injured and didn't dare to leave the Moon Washing Academy. Zhu Yiming didn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and came to Yangzhou City with his capable generals to find Yu Lang for revenge.

"Wait, this man is scheming, perhaps he cheated his death to escape his enemies. Even if he dies, I will have to crush his bones to ashes in order to calm my demons. Zhu Yiming has a deep understanding of Yu Lang, he has paid close attention to Yu Lang's every move over the years, and knows everything about the size and size of Yu Lang's experience and the means used.

Zhu Yiming's gaze drifted to Zhang Chengxing, who was slapping the coffin and crying bitterly, and his expression was slightly gloomy: Yingying, where am I not as good as this rough man.

Another purpose of his return was to drink a glass of Huang Ying's wedding wine. When he was abolished by his ancestors, he was discouraged, and once wanted to commit suicide by throwing himself into the river, but it was Huang Ying who gave him a good luck charm to encourage him to start over.

Since then, Huang Ying's status in Zhu Yiming's heart is like a god, whenever he encounters a bottleneck in his practice and is tortured to death, Huang Ying's shallow smile left in his mind back then is one of his biggest motivations, and the other motivation is to seek revenge on Yu Lang. Now that Huang Ying is about to marry this Zhang Chengxing, Zhu Yiming thinks that he has no hope of getting Huang Ying, and just wants to come and drink a glass of happy wine. Although he looked down on Zhang Chengxing, he never thought of harming Zhang Chengxing, he hoped that Huang Ying could be happy.

One love, one hate, the two overlap, even though this trip to Yangzhou was full of crises, Zhu Yiming still risked a complete break with the ancestor.

Zhu Yiming's right hand pressed on the body of the Hechen Sword, and ordered in a low voice: "When the funeral procession goes out of the city gate and arrives at Cuigang three miles south of the city, let's do it, I will split his coffin with my own hands to see if he is dead or alive, if it is dead, I will let him die again, if it is alive, I will make him regret not dying sooner!" ”

The Yellow River Sect members received orders one after another, and they respected this decisive little ancestor very much.

Cuigang is where the dragon qi of Yangzhou City is, and the brothers of the Langzi Camp pooled their money to buy a piece of land here for Yu Lang's burial, which can be regarded as their dedication.

Two dark clouds collided in the sky, sending out thunder and lightning, and a downpour of rain followed.

There were more than 50 people in the funeral procession, all of whom were students of the Moon Washing Academy, and they all released their inner breath to avoid the rain, forming a rather spectacular huge air cover.

Consuming internal breath to avoid rain is an extremely stupid choice for cautious cultivators, but it seems that the gorgeous internal breath is consumed extremely quickly, and cultivators in the lower three realms often can't hold out for a while. Zhu Yiming was very grateful for this timely rain, originally more than fifty students in the Moon Washing Academy who were not weak in cultivation stopped him, and he had to make a lot of effort. It's really a godsend right now, it seems that God doesn't want to help Yu Lang, Zhu Yiming raised his right hand to give orders.

A Wuxuan Middle Realm, thirty good hands in the Upper Realm of Breaking the Void, with a heart to calculate or not, Zhu Yiming is confident that his strength is far above the Moon Washing Students.

A shout came from the end of the sky, but Zhu Yiming trembled in fright.

"Yu Lang, you die for Lao Tzu!"

The sound was still in the sky, and the person had floated in front of the coffin.

This person's speed is faster than the voice.

Li Mi, who was dressed in a lake-blue robe, looked angry, and there was an ordinary peachwood sword hanging behind him, like a fairy falling into the dust.

Zhu Yiming was so frightened that he hid his face behind the thatch, stopped all internal fluctuations, and shrank into a ball. Compared with Chen Wuning of the Moon Washing Academy, he was even more afraid of this supreme genius of the younger generation of the Tang Dynasty.