Chapter 132: The rivers and lakes have grievances
The seventh day of the first month.
Under the leadership of his mother, Zhang Chu went to sweep the ancestral grave of the old Zhang family.
Then he began to work on the aftermath of his father and his eldest brother.
Choose a cemetery, place a mourning hall, and hold a funeral ...... Pile by pile, piece by piece, are all naughty and laborious work.
Many families with few brothers and sisters, after sending away their deceased father and mother, are like a serious illness.
But Zhang Chu is okay.
He is not short of people, nor is he short of money, and when he gets things done, he only needs to take charge of the overall situation and assign trivial tasks to the brothers below to do.
On the eighth day of the first lunar month, Zhang Chu personally accompanied Mr. Yin Yang to measure around the ancestral tomb of the old Zhang family for half a day, and finally found a cemetery with good feng shui, and set a time to go up the mountain to be buried on the eleventh.
On the same day, the mule found the owner of the field where the cemetery was located, bought it at a suitable price, and then hired a stonemason to start repairing the tomb overnight.
On the ninth day of the first month, Zhang Chu took the brothers of the bloody clothing team to set up a mourning hall outside the city, and sent Da Xiong to take a few brothers to buy coffins, ingots, candles and other funeral supplies.
Before nightfall on the ninth day of the new year, two good Nanmu coffins stopped in the middle of the mourning hall, surrounded by a large number of paper figures and spirit houses.
In the bleak mourning music pulled out by the erhu, Zhang Chu wore linen and filial piety, and bowed three times and nine times to respectfully invite his father Zhang Mingru and his brother Zhang Jun to enter the offering table.
The brothers of the Bloody Clothes Team and the Blood Knife Team who accompanied them stepped forward one by one to kowtow to incense.
Zhang's and Zhang Chu, who wore linen and filial piety, kowtowed to Zhiqiu and Xia Tao one by one.
Zhang knelt in front of the mourning hall and kept crying.
Silent tears.
No matter how relieved Zhang Chu was, it was useless.
She was like pouring out all the tears that had been shed in her heart in the past few years.
Except for life and death, everything is trifle.
......
Beginning 10.
Vigil.
The coffin was the last day of its stay in this world.
If the old Zhang family has an old age in Jintian County, they should be invited to come today, have a lively meal, and send the deceased on their last journey.
But Zhang Chu didn't invite anyone.
Naturally, no one will come.
The banquet went on as usual.
entertained the brothers of the Bloody Clothes Team and the Bloody Knife Team, and had a lively meal.
Brother Eighty Meters accompanied Zhang Chu from dawn to late at night.
At midnight, a strong wind rose.
The mourning hall made of pine and cypress branches is blowing.
The ashes left by the burning of ingots and paper money floated all over the sky.
Zhang Chu suddenly felt a burst of restlessness, and always felt that something bad was about to happen.
......
AllBright House, Liang House.
Liang Chongxiao woke up from the nightmare again, turned over and sat up suddenly, gasping for breath in fear, sweating profusely and soaking through his underwear.
"Ah Fu!"
"Ah Fu, pour me a bowl of water to drink!"
He shouted.
However, in the past, as soon as he opened his mouth, the old servant who would immediately respond to the "master, here" did not respond to him today.
Liang Chongxiao's heart sank slightly, and his gaze slowly swept over the bedroom.
With the faint moonlight thrown in from the window, Liang Chongxiao saw a figure on the edge of the tea table.
Seeing this figure, his heart, which should have been pinched, somehow unexpectedly calmed down...... Faintly, there is even a sense of relief.
"What should come, will come......"
He said secretly.
A pinch of dancing lights on the tea table slowly illuminated the dark bedroom, and also illuminated a cyan figure sitting next to him.
He looked at Liang Chongxiao and said faintly, "I didn't expect you to have nightmares too." ”
Liang Chongxiao smiled and said, "People will have nightmares." ”
He struggled to get up, got out of bed, put on his animal leather shoes, slowly walked to the tea table, turned over a teacup, poured himself a bowl of tea, and drank it all.
The cyan figure watched indifferently as he got out of bed, watching him walk up to him and pour tea without saying anything.
"Is my old servant still alive?"
Liang Chongxiao put down the teacup and asked softly.
"I'm not you. ”
The cyan figure looked at him, his eyes surging with unforgettable hatred.
"That's right. ”
Liang Chongxiao thought about it and nodded, his cloudy eyes seemed to have endless remorse surging, "You are not me, you will not kill innocents indiscriminately." ”
The cyan figure was silent again.
Liang Wufeng sat down across from him and asked softly, "Which family are you from?" Zhu family, Xiao family, or Nangong family?"
"You have so many enemies that you can't remember, do you?"
The cyan figure sneered and sneered.
Liang Chongxiao didn't answer, he looked intently at the eyebrows of the cyan figure, and after trying to recall it for a long time, his eyes relaxed, and asked: "'Qinghong Wushuang' Xiao Jinshan, who are you?"
"He's my daddy!"
The cyan figure's tone suddenly froze.
"Oh. ”
Liang Chongxiao exhaled a long breath, as if he had let go of some burden: "Then you are qualified to kill me." ”
The cyan figure didn't move.
He was silent for a long time, and then suddenly asked again: "You have been hiding for more than ten years, why don't you continue to hide? Why do you take the initiative to send news to lure us here? Are you tired of living?"
"How can people be bored, they haven't seen enough in spring, summer, autumn and winter. ”
Liang Chongxiao stared at the oil lamp, his expression was very relaxed, and there was no bitterness, "But the rivers and lakes have grievances and grievances, the rivers and lakes are dead, I don't live long, I think, it's time to repay the debt." ”
"Do you think that with one of your broken lives, you will be able to repay the blood debt of my Xiao family's twelve?"
The cyan figure sneered, his tone cold as ice.
Liang Chongxiao said lightly: "You have to pay it back, you have to pay it back, you have to pay it back, if you have dirty hands and don't want to accept my cruel life, you can leave and wait for the people of the Zhu family and the Nangong family to come to collect the debt." ”
There was a long silence in the bedroom.
After a long time, the cyan figure stood up and slowly drew the sword at his waist.
Liang Chongxiao took one last look at the beating oil lamp and slowly closed his eyes.
......
Outside Kaneda Prefecture.
The wind is getting stronger.
The brothers of the blood-coated team ran in and out to maintain the mourning hall.
Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed into the mourning hall.
Zhang Chu hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his hand to stabilize the shaking spiritual position, and suddenly felt the light in the mourning hall dim.
As soon as he looked up, he saw the lantern hanging above the mourning hall, extinguished.
His heart was cold.
The bad premonition that had been circling in my mind for a long time exploded all at once.
"Something's wrong!"
He turned around and ran out of the mourning hall, shouting with an ugly face: "Big bear!"
The big bear who was commanding many brothers in the bloody clothes team to protect the mourning hall heard the sound, and hurriedly walked in front of Zhang Chu: "Master Chu!"
"Send someone immediately, rush back to AllHeavens overnight, and check if something happened!"
Jintian County is nearly two hundred miles away from Jintianfu, and when they came, they traveled for a day and a half.
But if you are on a horse, it will be enough to rush back to AllBright before dawn.
Da Xiong didn't ask why, turned around and strode out of the mourning hall, shouting: "Dazhu, Jinzi, Ali, one person and two horses, immediately Qichen, rush back to Jintian Mansion......"