Outside Jinling City, on Zhongshan Mountain, Wulong Villa is plain.

The servants in the villa are all dressed in linen and wear filial piety, and there are Nirvana monks reciting the Tibetan scriptures in the hall.

Solemn, sad, heavy.

In the main hall of the villa, there is a sesame oil candle, a heavy coffin of golden silk nanmu, placed in the center, in front of the coffin, there is also the Danqing painting of the deputy lord of the Hao League, which is hung on the wall.

Under the portrait, the small tripod was filled with burning incense.

The entire hall was filled with smoke.

Huang Wumiao was wearing a solemn robe, holding a whisk in his hand, and was carrying out the daily send-off ceremony for Ren Hao during the seven-day suspension, and he was also the principal of the funeral of the alliance leader, receiving the guests who came to cry and mourn.

In front of him, Shen Qiu also changed into a linen dress, with Bai Xiao, and his face was sad.

Ren Hao has never married in his life, and there are several brothers in his hometown in Nantong, and there are also children and nephews in the side line.

But that place was a little far from Jinling, and the incident happened suddenly.

It will take time for the family to hurry up.

In the past few days, Shen Qiu, as Ren Hao's admitted, and the only nephew by his side, and the heir to the mantle of the alliance leader, temporarily became a filial son of Fuling.

This job is not easy to do.

Especially when Shen Qiu knew almost nothing about Ren Hao's interpersonal relationships.

"Alliance leader, why did you go like this!"

On the third day of the cessation of spirits, the sound of crying sounded in the hall, and an old man from afar, supported by several disciples, was holding Ren Hao's coffin and crying loudly.

He had gray hair, a filial piety belt on his forehead, and his words were sad, like a cuckoo crying blood, and he was hoarse, crying and fainting several times.

His disciples wept along.

This group of people made a lot of noise.

attracted a group of masters outside the door who volunteered to protect Ren Hao's posthumous affairs, and they all looked at each other.

Just looking at this formation, I don't know, I think this old man is the alliance leader's best friend, a righteous brother or something.

Shen Qiu, who was standing outside the coffin, was also at a loss, he had never seen this old man, let alone heard Uncle Ren talk about him.

He looked back at Qin Xuming behind him.

The housekeeper of Wulong Villa is also dressed in linen and filial piety, with a black fur around his neck to cover the wound, and a black blindfold on his left eye, and the only remaining right eye is even more helpless.

"This is the master of Danyang Qingsong Sect, a small sect of more than forty people, and the alliance leader has never met him before his death."

Qin Xuming whispered to Shen Qiu.

There was enlightenment in Shen Qiu's eyes.

Co-authored this is to "touch porcelain".

Through Ren Hao's funeral, he came to mingle with his fellow people in the rivers and lakes, and made some contacts by the way.

Shen Qiu glanced at Huang Wumiao, who was presiding over the ceremony.

Ziwei Daoren is originally a happy and quiet character, if it weren't for the big thing this time, he wouldn't take the initiative to stir it up, and at this time, there was also a touch of helplessness in Huang Wumiao's half-closed eyes.

And a hint of boredom.

He has been friends with Ren Hao for more than ten years, and he has fought against the enemy many times, which is really a real close friend.

Seeing that these guys who can't be mentioned in the rivers and lakes and don't pay attention to their faces have made a mess of Ren Hao's originally solemn and solemn posthumous affairs, he is very unhappy in his heart, and even has a hidden murderous intent.

Well, Huang Wumiao's temperament naturally wouldn't be so reckless.

But in his mind, there is another person named Huang Wudi, if the clown in front of him continues to make trouble, the irascible Huang Wudi, I'm afraid he will not be able to suppress it.

"Master Wei, don't be too sad."

Shen Qiu took a step forward, he grabbed the arm of the crying old man, and whispered:

"Guests come from afar, please go to the backyard to rest, and there are other mourners."

"You junior, the old man has been friends with the alliance leader for a long time, this war, if it weren't for something in the door, the old man would definitely kill the enemy with the alliance leader, you let go, alas, you..."

The old man had a hoarse voice, relying on his age, as if he was going to make trouble.

But before he finished speaking, there was a huge force on his arm, almost trying to pinch his hand bones, making the old man's face pale, and he was about to cry out in pain when he saw Shen Qiu's indifferent eyes.

Like ice, he felt a chill in his heart when he saw it.

He could only obediently follow Shen Qiu's hand, stood up, and stopped crying.

"You and other disciples are also ignorant."

Shen Qiu ignored the old man's drastic expression, he looked at the few disciples behind the old man, and said:

"Just let your master be so sad and grief, the old man is old, what should I do if I cry something? Don't send your master to the backyard to rest! ”

When the disciples saw that the master's face turned a little blue, they knew that something was wrong, and they didn't dare to argue, so they helped the old man out of the main hall.

The Wei Sect Master covered his left arm, and the cold air entered his body, making him lose sensation in his arms.

The Jianghu guests who were waiting for condolences in the back saw the fate of this old man, and their thoughts flowed one by one.

Those little ideas were put away very cooperatively, and one by one they entered the hall again to offer condolences, and they were also very restrained.

There was no more farce from the scene just now.

"Owner, I'm afraid things are not right."

At noon, as soon as Shen Qiu had eaten some food, Qin Xuming stepped forward and whispered to him:

"On Old Man Wei's side, there are rumors and legends that it is said that the heroes of Heluo relied on force to bully their colleagues and interrupt condolences, which is disrespectful to the funeral of the alliance leader.

That person was very unparticular, and he spread things everywhere, but he still relied on the serial dock Tang Jiusheng hero, and the ghost knife to talk about the old man Sarilang, and then he pressed it down. ”

These words made Shen Qiu laugh angrily.

He said to Qin Xuming:

"That person is old, how can he be like kraft candy, and if he gets it, he will tarnish his reputation? Is it so unsophisticated? ”

"Owner, there are many such people."

Qin Xuming was also a little angry.

In the past, when Ren Hao was here, he didn't even have the qualifications to step into the villa, let alone make such a moth, but now that the alliance leader has just gone, there are some signs of demons dancing in this Wulong Villa.

And this is a major event after death, the leader of the alliance has a special identity, and he must not be sloppy in mourning after death, and he will not reach out to hit the smiling person.

What's more, people also came to condole seriously.

Wreaths, send-off ceremonies, there is no shortage, and the etiquette is comprehensive, even if the people in the villa are angry, they can't send it.

He could only persuade:

"These people are the last in the rivers and lakes, they can't practice martial arts, they have formed a sect, and they have no way, if they want to be famous, they can only engage in these crooked ways. The funeral of the leader of the alliance must not be sloppy.

If the owner of the village is angry in his heart, for the sake of the alliance leader, he must also be patient.

Fortunately, the old man Wei is a faction on weekdays, and the people in the rivers and lakes around Jinling know it in their hearts, and some masters of the rivers and lakes are pressing, and they will not be bewitched by his evil words.

But there can be no second time in today's events. ”

"I'm saving him."

Shen Qiu shook his head, Qin Xuming didn't know the specific situation of Huang Wumiao.

If the old man Wei continues to make trouble today and provokes Huang Wushu to jump out, he will die with ten lives.

"That's it, being old and not dying is a thief, I know."

Shen Qiu turned his head to Qin Xuming and said:

"In this way, outside the main hall, set up an incense case, hang the portrait of Uncle Ren, and then if anyone comes, let them mourn outside their hall.

Those who have a reputation and do have a relationship with Uncle Ren are invited to enter the main hall. ”

"Well, I'll do it."

Qin Xuming nodded, then turned to leave.

The housekeeper left by Uncle Ren has quite strong execution and experience in the rivers and lakes, but he is not a few years older than Shen Qiu, and this funeral is also the first time to preside, which is understandable.

Shen Qiu got the title deed of the villa from Ren Hao, and he was already the new owner of Wulong Villa, there were originally more than 500 people here, Shen Qiu let them stay, and in the past few days, there were still more than 300 people left in the villa.

The two old stewards, as well as some servants of the Ren family, had also told Shen Qiu that the alliance leader had gone, and they would return to the ancestral house in Nantong with the alliance leader to guard the tomb for Ren Hao.

This is a matter of loyalty, and Shen Qiu doesn't want to stop it.

He leaned back in his chair, seemed to take a nap, and practiced the Liangyi Divine Fist in his dream, Ren Hao had already handed over the complete boxing spectrum to him, and there must be no moment to relax in this martial arts practice.

There are also four miraculous skills given by Zhang Moxie, and he must seize the time to get started, and then create a strange technique according to his vision.

After a quarter of an hour of outside time, the door of this side hall was pushed open, and the movement was perceived, Shen Qiu stopped boxing, opened his eyes, and saw Lin Huiyin standing at the door.

She was still wearing the white sword suit, with long sleeves fluttering, carrying the Xiaoxiang Echo Sword behind her back and wearing a white gauze hat.

On her left arm, with a white filial piety belt.

"What are you doing standing at the door?"

Shen Qiu stood up and beckoned to Lin Huiyin, who walked into the room, took off the hat, she raised her head and said to Shen Qiu:

"You've been very busy these days, and I can't find time to talk to you, Shen Qiu, after my master and I attended the funeral of the alliance leader, we will return to Xiaoxiang.

You're definitely busier then, so I'll say goodbye to you early. ”

"There is no feast in the world that will not be dissolved."

Shen Qiu pursed his lips, he smiled, and said to Lin Huiyin:

"I'll meet again in the future.

Huiyin, you fought with the Demon Sect this time, killed several Demon Sect masters, and rose in front of the people in the rivers and lakes, and in the next issue of the Jianghu list, you must be able to catch up with your master's ranking back then.

The mountain ghost brother said to me, he saw you on the battlefield to use the sword, and he already had the appearance of a master, maybe in a few years, Xiaoxiang's sword will be completed.

At that time, Huiyin was also a leader in the younger generation of rivers and lakes. ”

"What did the mountain ghost say?"

Lin Huiyin chuckled, her voice was as crisp as a lark, she shook her head and said:

"Brother Mountain Ghost fought against the Five Elements Gate Chiyun in the battle formation and killed him under the sword.

His swordsmanship is beyond my reach now. Besides, if you really want to say that you are the leader of the younger generation of the rivers and lakes, Shen Qiu, you have killed ten thousand poisons this time, and you are already famous in the world.

Even Lu Guizang, who is in the limelight, will be suppressed by you.

The younger generation, you should be the leader. ”

Speaking of this, Lin Huiyin sighed, she said:

"When I was a teenager, I heard that Master was the fourth on the list, and I felt that Master was a master in the world.

The world is so big, there are strange people everywhere, and my little bit of Taoism is not enough to worry about. ”

She glanced at Shen Qiu and whispered:

"Some time ago, you were still clumsy, saying that you and I were just between you. Shen Qiu, tell me honestly, if the two of us really fight, how many moves can I make in your hands? ”

A smile tugged at Shen Qiu's face.

He shrugged his shoulders and didn't answer.

If you say it, Lin Huiyin's confidence will be frustrated, so let's continue to keep it a secret.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it."

Lin Huiyin pretended to be angry, snorted, and was about to leave with a hat.

There was a sound of breaking wind behind her, she turned her head and grabbed the thing that Shen Qiu had thrown, it was a booklet, and after a glance, Lin Huiyin's face changed.

"That's a real goodie."

Shen Qiu said:

"Don't let your master know, and don't let anyone else know.

If you cultivate well, it is enough for you to break through to the Heavenly List within five years, but if you go up, it depends on Huiyin's fate and understanding.

I can only help you here. ”

"It's too valuable, I can't..."

Lin Huiyin was about to refuse politely, but was interrupted by Shen Qiu waving his hand, who said:

"Between you and me, don't talk about that.

The next time we meet, I'm going to have a sword competition with you, I can't just bully you with my true anger, right? Take it.

Anyway, Xue Ji's mental method and it come from the same source, as long as you don't say it, no one will know. ”

Lin Huiyin was still about to speak, when she saw that outside the courtyard, Zhang Lan, who was dressed in white, fell into the courtyard lightly, and the playboy was still holding a thin little white cat in his arms.

When he fell to the ground, he shouted to Shen Qiu:

"Go to the atrium, Wuyang Zhenren is going to break Dongfang Ce's leg! Lu Guizang had a conflict with him, and seeing that there was going to be a big fight, you were the person in charge of the villa, and you had to come forward to mediate. ”

When Shen Qiu heard this, he glanced at Lin Huiyin, and the two hurriedly followed Zhang Lan to the atrium of the villa, just in front of the main hall, outside the shadow wall, a large number of people from the rivers and lakes had gathered.

There was a lot of noise, a lot of discussions, and a few seniors in the rivers and lakes were in the crowd, and they persuaded loudly while pulling the fight.

The disciples of the Pure Yang Sect were surrounded by a circle, a little at a loss.

Huang Wumiao, Lin Yundong, and even the Yuanwu monk and the mustard monk were all alarmed, and they were all in the courtyard at this time.

Shen Qiu flew over, took Lin Huiyin, crossed the crowd, and landed beside Lin Yundong.

This Lin master was pulling the arm of the angry Wuyang Zhenren, who was holding a broken sword in his hand, half of the blade, and was stabbing it on the bluestone brick.

The sword was cut off.

Three zhang in front of him, Lu Guizang, who was wearing green clothes, looked indifferent, holding the famous blade in his hand and looking at the sea, and his left sleeve also had a cut wound.

Behind Lu Gui's hiding, Dongfang Ce was kneeling there.

There was blood on the left leg.

Seeing the blood on the ground, Shen Qiu's eyes froze.

This dancing Yang real person is really a violent temper.

Maybe he also saw the alliance leader die in battle, and he was depressed in his heart, and suddenly, when he saw the rebellious disciple, he really made a move in front of the public.

I'm afraid that I was also angry with Dongfang Ce.

The bad habits of his own good disciples have become a karmic obstacle in the heart of this senior in the rivers and lakes, and just a few words from Dongfang Ce directly ignited the anger in the heart of Wuyang Zhenren.

"Evil beast!"

Wuyang Zhenren grabbed the broken sword, the real air was spinning, and the long beard was fluttering, and Lin Yundong couldn't hold him a little.

The head of the Pure Yang Sect blew his beard and stared, and he didn't look at Lu Guizang in front of him, his eyes were firmly fixed on Dongfang Ce, who was kneeling on the ground and didn't say a word, he scolded loudly:

"Not yet! This time, I will return to Taiyue Mountain with my teacher and punish you for facing the wall for ten years! Don't re-enter the rivers and lakes! And you, Lu Guizang, this is my Pure Yang Sect's business.

Why are you meddling! ”

Lu Guizang is not the kind of person who can speak well, and he doesn't care about the whispers of the people around him, so he holds a long sword in his hand, protects Dongfang Ce, and says sharply:

"Lu can't interfere in the affairs of your door, but the heroes of the Eastern generation, how can they be so humiliated by you! If you want to break Dongfang's leg, you first asked Lu about this sword! ”

The momentum of the two sides has been revealed, and if they do not interfere again, they will have to fight to the death.

"Stop!"

Shen Qiu glanced at Huang Wumiao, who bowed slightly to him, he stepped forward and blocked the center of Wuyang Zhenren and Lu Guizang, he asked:

"Brother Lu, and Brother Dongfang, why did you two come?"

"Condolences for Ren Hao."

Lu Guizang spoke directly, and he didn't have much respect for Ren Hao in his words.

This is understandable.

His father, the former alliance leader Lu Wenfu, died at the hands of Ren Hao.

Although it was just a battle between the rivers and lakes, not a battle of life and death, but with his father's enmity, it was unrealistic to expect Lu Guizang to say anything good.

Shen Qiu didn't care either.

He looked back at Wuyang Zhenren and asked:

"Master Chunyang, why are you here?"

As soon as he asked this, the furious Wuyang Zhenren immediately calmed down.

Yes.

This is not in Taiyue Mountain, this is Wulong Villa, the seven-day suspension of the Lord of Ren Hao League has not ended, and he has walked the rivers and lakes all his life, and he has even forgotten this rule.

It really shouldn't.

Seeing that Wuyang's real face was different, the mustard monk stepped forward to persuade one or two, and some seniors also stepped forward.

The latter glared at Dongfang Ce, who lowered his head, then waved his sleeves, turned around without saying a word, and walked out.

"That's the end of today's business."

Shen Qiu's tone intensified, he swept a few people in the crowd who were unwilling to be lonely and jumped up and down, and said:

"Uncle Ren's funeral has not yet ended, and in the next few days, someone in Wulong Villa showed his sword and collided with Uncle Ren's heroic spirit, and he blamed Shen for not giving face."

"Let's all disperse."