Three days after Wang Bin's funeral was scheduled, I was taken by Shen Jianguo to the Xishan Crematorium in the city, where Wang Bin's mourning hall was located.

There were not many people attending the funeral, as Wang Bin himself said, he was an orphan, so there were only more than 20 members of the sect affairs bureau present, most of whom were his subordinates.

Yiying's preparations were also very simple, even inferior to the funeral in my hometown. There was no music, no chanting, no mourning, only a cedar coffin, lying quietly in the center of the mourning hall, surrounded by wreaths. On the way to the crematorium, Shen Jianguo bought a wreath for the two of us, so Shen Jianguo and I were among them.

If there are any characters with heads and faces, only Song Lingcheng and Bajian are also present.

Everyone, dressed in black and wearing white flowers, rendered the entire white mourning hall solemn and sad.

Shen Jianguo and I stood in the corner, and Uncle Xiao stood on the other side of me.

We quietly looked at Wang Bin's coffin, waiting for Song Lingcheng, who presided over the emcee, to recite the names of those who came to pay their respects one by one.

At this time, I saw another group of people walking in outside the mourning hall, and their appearance was beyond everyone's expectations.

Sixteen children, each holding a wreath, walked into the mourning hall with solemn faces. They were the children that Uncle Xiao and I brought out of the wolf demon cave, because two of them were seriously injured and could not be present.

Everyone's eyes were on them, even Song Lingcheng stopped chanting and quietly waited for them to enter.

I don't know who organized them to give Wang Bin a ride, but their appearance made the atmosphere on the scene become more and more heavy.

Someone began to secretly wipe away tears.

However, an old man with crane hair and eyebrows who came in after the sixteen children made everyone's breath tremble, and even Song Lingcheng couldn't help but straighten up.

He held Wang Bin's Mao suit before leaving, and slowly followed behind the children, the blood stains on the clothes had been washed away, and the damaged parts had been repaired.

The old man gently placed Wang Bin's clothes in front of the coffin, then took a step back, bowed respectfully to Wang Bin's coffin, and then stepped aside.

Looking at what he is wearing, I think it should be someone from the Sect Affairs Bureau, seeing Song Lingcheng's attitude towards this person, I can see that his status in the Sect Affairs Bureau is extraordinary, but his appearance is really ordinary, a public face, like an old man next door, and he is standing there, I can't feel the slightest bit of aura he brings, and the whole person seems to be completely integrated into everyone.

There are only two situations like this, either he is a clerk and has no cultivation at all, or his cultivation is extremely high and he can control his aura freely.

So I pulled Uncle Xiao's sleeve and asked him in a low voice, "Who is this old man?" ”

Uncle Xiao replied in a low voice: "He is Yue Chenqing Yue Lao!" ”

I was dumbfounded, I once imagined that what kind of person he was, he would inevitably be like the sect master in the TV series, fairy-like, unpredictable, and imposing, but when he walked in, he was like the old man in the vegetable market, which was really shocking.

I looked at this extraordinary person from afar, who was only mentioned in the conversations of others, and he seemed to sense my gaze, and he also turned his head to look at me, and then nodded slightly at me.

At that moment, my head was a little in a trance, this old man Yue is really approachable, an ordinary bigwig-level person, when he sees a rookie like me, he basically chooses to ignore it directly. However, instead of making eye contact with me, he responded politely to me.

Although it may just be out of habitual etiquette or a kind personality, it makes me feel overwhelmed by a pie falling from the sky.

As Song Lingcheng finally read everyone's names, Wang Bin's body was sent to the cremation by Song Lingcheng and Yue Chenqing.

The others were left behind in the mourning hall.

He is gone.

I looked at the empty mourning hall silently, stunned.

Everyone, like a drop in the ocean, has risen and fallen several times, and finally sank to the bottom of the sea without a trace. The sea and the sky are evergreen, never sad for the death of anyone, and the heavens and the earth are on their own, and they will not be affected by a single star.

Some people may be as light as a feather, and some people are as heavy as Mount Tai, but when they merge into the vast space of heaven and earth, they are as small as sand without exception, and they are fleeting with the wind.

I don't know if decades later, anyone will still remember the once iron-clad Wang Bin.

I was gently tapped on the shoulder, I turned my head to see Uncle Xiao standing beside me, he said: "What we are facing is the darkest side of this world, our shoulders are carrying the future of countless people, many people have lost their lives because of this, if we are not strong, sooner or later we will be swallowed up by the darkness in front of us." Yunyi, our road is a road of no return full of cliffs. ”

I didn't respond to Uncle Xiao's words, but the belief in my heart became more and more firm, and the road ahead was long, whether it was a cliff or a thorny one, I would not hesitate to go on.

In the process of waiting for Wang Bin's ashes, I once again asked Uncle Xiao about Yue Chenqing, I have always been curious, what kind of person can make Yu Youlong so afraid, and what kind of person is it, his existence is like Taishan Beidou.

Through Uncle Xiao's description, I learned that Yue Chenqing is the same age as the master; In terms of origin, he studied in Maoshan, the holy land of Taoism, and was a lay disciple, living in the outer door, but his cultivation was comparable to Su Chengyang, the real person in charge of Maoshan today; In terms of status, he is a veteran of the General Bureau of Religious Affairs, behind the scenes, and can be described as a thousand words in the Religious Affairs Bureau; On cultivation, he is a superb Maoshan Dao, and what really makes people thunder is the nickname of this person on the rivers and lakes - the first sword in the world. What is the first sword in the world, that is, if this person is the second in terms of swordsmanship, no one dares to call it the first, although it contains a lot of momentum-building ingredients, but just by virtue of a set of self-created dusty swordsmanship, he can be proud of the people, and he is definitely the head of a dragon.

After Uncle Xiao entered the Sect Affairs Bureau, he was fortunate to get Yue Chenqing's guidance and learned the first two styles of the Sixteen Sword Styles of Chenqing, so Yue Chenqing was also a master and a guide for Uncle Xiao.

I was amazed, such a character is the real dragon leader. It's no wonder that Yu Youlong was so shocked when he heard it.

About half an hour later, Song Lingcheng appeared in front of us with Wang Bin's urn in his hand.

He didn't stay any longer, and after arranging the next affairs, he and Bajian got into the special car of the Sect Affairs Bureau and immediately left the crematorium.

Wang Bin's ashes were also taken away by Song Lingcheng, who said that he would bury Wang Bin in his hometown so that he could finally return to his roots.

We watched Song Lingcheng leave with Wang Bin's ashes, but Yue Chenqing didn't go with him, he stayed and got into another car, as for where he went, no one knew.

After another three days, I occasionally heard a few villagers mention that Uncle Xiao is back.

So I immediately rushed to Xiao's house, and from a distance, I saw Uncle Xiao wearing linen and filial piety, kneeling at the door of the house.

Xiao Pu and Xiao Ling are also by my side, when they see their father, they do not have the joy of reunion after a long absence, but just look at it from a distance, with strangeness and alienation in their eyes.

Grandma Shen's funeral was completed five days ago, and Grandma Shen had also been buried, and only the cold photo frame was waiting for Uncle Xiao at the moment.

I didn't know how to comfort Uncle Xiao, so I didn't step forward, and let him do his last filial piety.

Uncle Xiao knelt like this at his door for three whole days, and the firewood and rice did not enter, but he only occasionally drank some water.

The villagers who were still pointing at Uncle Xiao because of this saw this scene, and they didn't say anything more.

Vicious gossip can't resist the belated filial piety after all.

Three days later, Uncle Xiao appeared at my doorstep.

Grandma had long known that Uncle Xiao was back, and she also knew that he had been kneeling for three days and had not eaten a mouthful of food, so she hurriedly beckoned him into the house and cooked him a meal. People are iron rice and steel, no matter how strong a person is, he can't beat three days without eating, and Uncle Xiao at this moment has lost a lot of weight.

He was munching on his food like a wolf, but his eyes were still red.

Xiao Pu and Xiao Ling have always kept a certain distance from Uncle Xiao and looked at him from afar.

Before a meal, Uncle Xiao stood up and saw Xiao Pu and Xiao Ling, so he squatted down and called softly: "Xiao Pu, Xiao Ling, let Dad hug you." ”

However, in response to him, there was the silence of two people.

Xiao Ling was ignorant, and seemed to be a little hesitant in the face of Uncle Xiao, constantly looking at her sister, at a loss.

However, Xiao Pu's eyes became sharp, and I saw a trace of hatred shooting from her eyes towards Uncle Xiao.

Faced with such a scene, Uncle Xiao was slightly stunned and wiped his hands with some embarrassment.

Seeing this, grandma couldn't help but complain to Uncle Xiao: "Jianhe, look at it, you never came back to see your sister and brother, and now you don't dare to recognize you, you can't be like this in the future, they only have you as a relative now, you have to take care of the children as a father, and you have to find time to accompany the children when you are busy with work or something." ”

Uncle Xiao wanted to call his grandmother an aunt, so in the face of his grandmother's number, he nodded his head again and again.

Grandma put down the work in her hand, beckoned to Xiao Pu Xiao Ling, and said, "Xiao Pu, Xiao Ling, come here." ”

Xiao Pu always maintained a resentful gaze, glanced at Uncle Xiao, turned around and pulled Xiao Ling and ran away.

I know that the words of the villagers will more or less enter the ears of the two children, plus Grandma Shen's funeral, Uncle Xiao did not appear during the whole process, and it is reasonable that Xiao Pu, who is already somewhat sensible, will hate him.

Grandma hurriedly chased after her.

Uncle Xiao, on the other hand, turned around silently, went out, stood at the door, lit a cigarette, and smoked sullenly.

I silently looked at his back, not knowing how to comfort him, and after a while, I saw him wipe his eyes with his hands.

This man who has dedicated everything to his career has endured too much pain and misfortune, his wife has died, his mother has died, and now even his only support has developed hatred for him, and at that moment, it seems that he has been abandoned by the whole world. However, he deeply knows that all this cannot be changed, and the profession he is engaged in is destined for him to shoulder the life of Li Min and his life of exile.

Faced with such a fate, he was really powerless.

So, I turned around and chased in the direction that Xiao Pu left.

I saw that by the pond, my grandmother was squatting next to Xiao Pu and Xiao Ling and persuading them, trying to get Xiao Pu to forgive her father.

I walked over, patted my grandmother, and said, "Grandma, let me talk to them." ”