In the small courtyard, there are two coffins with open lids, and two columbariums are placed in front of the coffins.

Qi Jing and Dao Yan came to the courtyard, first poured incense on the two ashes altars, and then looked at the people next to them.

The iron-masked boy arched his hand at Qi Jing, "Childe." ”

Qi Jing nodded, "Is it all done?" ”

"It's done, there's nothing to do, people are dead."

"Then carry them away, and let them rest in peace!" Qi Jing waved his hand and put the urn into the coffin with his own hands, and the big men standing on both sides covered the lids, shouted a number, and lifted the two coffins respectively.

Qi Jing and Dao Yan were wearing ordinary clothes, but Qi Jing's hat was a little more expensive.

The city is full of red, only this team is squandering paper money all over the sky, the iron-masked boy is walking in front of his head, Qi Jing and Dao Yan are following behind, this road is the road that Qi Jing will take to pick up his relatives for a while, and the red blanket has already been laid, Qi Jing looked down at the white paper money sprinkled on the red blanket, and his heart was desolate.

As if they had not seen the procession, the guards at the gate quietly opened the gate and closed it again.

After leaving the Jingshi, the team went south until it came to a small hill.

Other funeral processions are blowing and blowing loudly, but this team is unusual, low-key and terrifying.

Dao Yan has been chanting in a low voice along the way, but Qi Jing, who is usually the most annoying, didn't say a word today.

Two large pits had already been dug on the hill, and the big men hurriedly buried the coffin until the soil buried the coffin, and Qi Jing suddenly felt a deep sigh of relief.

Looking back, Dao Yan also felt this way, which felt like letting go of a big burden.

The iron-masked boy walked up to Qi Jing with a smile, he couldn't actually see his expression while wearing a mask, but Qi Jing felt that he was smiling.

"Childe, it's all over."

"Brother Yanxiu・・・・・・ mourn! There is no way to give the two seniors a grand funeral, Qi Jing, ashamed! ”

"Childe doesn't have to feel guilty, heaven and earth are reincarnated, everything has already been determined, Yan Xiu has already seen through it, but he can't attend Childe's wedding today." The iron-masked boy paused, "Please also ask the son to be kind to Wanxi." ”

Qi Jing smiled inexplicably when he heard this, "I'm famous for being small-minded, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" ”

"Childe, you are a little small-minded, but your heart is not so narrow-minded, I can see this very clearly." The iron-masked boy arched his hand at Qi Jing and Dao Yan, "Let's go!" ”

The iron-masked boy waved his hand, and the big men shouted, and they all walked into the distance, Qi Jing looked back at the two graves, and there was not even a tombstone.

Before Qi Jing could turn around, he heard a voice suddenly come from the direction where the iron-masked boy was walking.

"The return of the long man?!

No fish, no car!

Who is the breeze busy with?

The country doesn't have to be a pillar!

The return of the long gong?!

No home, no care!

Ten years of cold windows have gone down the drain,

Ambition unpaid to return home!"

Without waiting for the voice over there to disappear, Dao Yan beside Qi Jing suddenly sang.

"The rise and fall of the world,

Hidden in my breast!

Sigh the desolation of the world,

Rushing around empty sorrow!

The return of the long gong?!

Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!

From now on to the wine as a song,

Happy to go back to your hometown! ”

"Hahahaha, happy to go back to your hometown, Dad, did you hear that?! Happy to go back to his hometown・・・・・・" After Dao Yan finished singing, the voice in the distance suddenly burst out laughing, but there was no happy feeling in that laughter.

Qi Jing listened to these two people sing and harmonize, and suddenly his nose was a little sour.

Dao Yan heard Qi Jing sniffle and said with emotion, "How do you feel?" ”

"I don't understand what you're singing at all・・・・・・"

"Donor, the old man is sure that if I suddenly die one day, I will definitely be angry with you!"

"Then I will be very honored." Qi Jing snorted, he didn't know, this is the long song in the Book of Poetry, used to give it to these two people who can't even erect a monument when they die, it is the most suitable, and he said to Daoyan that he didn't know, he just wanted to adjust his mood, after all, he was going to get married.

Looking up at the sky, it was almost dawn, Qi Jing and Dao Yan raised their legs and walked towards Jingshi, and everything dissipated the moment they were put into the ground.

Back in Beijing, the sky was already dark, and the patrol bad guys were hurriedly sweeping the white paper money on the ground, they were very panicked, for fear of tarnishing this sensational wedding.

Qi Jing looked at all this, and suddenly said to Dao Yan with a smile, "Monk, look, what are they busy with, the glory of this wedding is originally built on white bones, and no matter how you clean it, you can't clean it." ”

"Amitabha, once you will succeed, all your bones will wither, Qijing, you and I are destined to go to hell."

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At dawn, two strings of earth-shattering firecrackers exploded in the Jingshi, and the people of the Jingshi poured into the streets like crazy, standing behind the mighty soldiers, watching the grand welcoming procession from Qi Mansion.

A row of people blowing suona shook their heads and blew the loudest sound, two vertical rows of big men carrying gongs, following the rhythm of suona, there is no shortage of flag gongs and umbrella fans, Qi Jing rode a white horse in the middle, the big red flower on his chest was bigger than his head, and the black gauze hat on his head not only had hat wings, but also inserted two peacock feathers that shot into the sky, Qi Jing called it so.

Behind Qi Jing are eight big red groomsmen, who are also wearing wedding dresses, but the wedding dress is not as beautiful as Qi Jing, and the big red flower on the chest is not as big as Qi Jing. The eight groomsmen rode majestically on pure black horses.

They are Zhang Fu, Guo Shun, Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Gaochu, Chen. Clouds, Left Seven, Blue Sky and Lanwei. Although Lan Wei was very happy about Qi Jing's marriage, he didn't expect that he would also become the best man, and the reason given by Qi Jing was that seven people were not good-looking, and eight people were domineering・・・・・・

Behind the groomsmen were boxes of gifts tied with red ribbons, and the procession of gift-bearers was so out of sight that the onlookers couldn't help but smack their tongues.

Qi Jing was riding on the white horse, his consciousness was a little trance, he didn't expect that he would get married like this, he didn't expect his wedding to be so grand, this is something he never dared to think about in his two lives.

Today's palace is also red, the palace door is wide open, and the welcoming procession blows and blows into the palace.

The matchmaker heard the suona sound of the kiss, and shouted happily, "Sisters, the kiss is coming!" ”

The bridesmaid group is also eight people, and they all shouted happily when they heard the matchmaker say this, among which Xu Miaojin called the happiest, Xu Miaoyun heard Xu Miaojin's voice inside, sighed, his sister seemed to have suddenly walked out of the shadow of Qijing, and no one knew whether she came out or not.

Zhu Di heard the matchmaker's shout, and a smile appeared on his face, "Let's go, queen, go and see how majestic our godson is today!" ”

ps: Two more are offered, ask for votes, guess who is buried? Did you guess the identity of the Iron Mask?