When it comes to status, the Pope of Taoism is the most honorable figure in the world, and even His Majesty, the supreme Emperor of the Great Sui in the Tiandu Imperial City, is only the "elder brother" of the Pope.

Even if Chen Yi is not yet twenty years old.

According to the regulations of Daozong, the Imperial City, and this continent, he could not call His Majesty Emperor Taizong, but "brother".

That's the rule.

The mountain master of the Holy Mountain, the dean of the academy, and even the vast majority of the big people on this continent who have cultivated to the heavens, all of them are like this, if they meet, they must pay a considerable amount of respect and awe to this young and uncultivated Xiling Pope.

When Chen Yi's white wooden carriage came from the mountain gate of Shu Mountain, the Ma Pao Daoist dispersed the mountain fog all the way, and the sound of kicking horses' hooves alarmed the guests of the Holy Mountain who temporarily lived in Shu Mountain.

Chen Yi quietly listened to Ning Yi's bone flute at the foot of Xiaoshuang Mountain, and said hello, it seems that the little uncle on the mountain does not mean to invite the current Pope to visit the mountain.

Wind and rain splashed ink, the young uncle who played the bone flute waved his hand, and then took the umbrella of the girl next to him, and the two people left without looking back, the frost and bamboo of the small frost mountain were swaying, and the rain was continuous, these two shadows faded like ink, and the silence was restored up and down the mountain.

Soon Chen Yi knew the reason why Ning Yi left in a hurry.

There was a rapid sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and the young Pope turned his head in amazement, and saw two pitch-black horses breaking through the rain, and the two middle-aged men on horseback turned over and dismounted, bowed, looked at the young man in front of him, and said sincerely: "Your Excellency...... Ying Tianfu extended his sincere greetings to the Taoist Sect. ”

Chen Yi, who was surrounded by the pont-robed Taoists, quickly knew the reason why these two men came here, the ceremonial guard of the Taoist travel was too obvious, the white wooden carriage that symbolized the Pope's bright and selfless image, as well as the linen-robed Taoists who were close to the Pope, and the pure white horses, these symbols, following the inheritance of the previous Pope, have long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people...... The Great Sui will not waver, the Taoist Sect will not waver, and the holy mountains within the four realms must pay high respect to the contemporary Pope.

These two practitioners of Ying Tianfu came to "visit" Xu Zang's funeral, Xu Zang and Ying Tianfu formed a very deep grudge back then, and one by one they killed the young geniuses who were most promising to break the fate of Ying Tianfu ten years ago, and Ying Tianfu painstakingly pursued and killed for ten years, and finally Xu Zang died so inexplicably?

Ying Tianfu must see Xu Zang's body with his own eyes and confirm his death before he can rest assured that this grudge can be resolved.

Chen Yi glanced back at Xiaoshuang Mountain, where it was no longer obvious that anyone had ever come out. The flute song that Ning Yi played before, the time to pick was very good, and he specially chose a time when no one was around, and it would soon become noisy here, it seems that this little uncle of Shushan ...... I don't want to be bothered.

Really...... Almost ten breaths or so after the arrival of the two dark horses of Ying Tianfu, the other forces rushed to the foot of Xiaoshuang Mountain.

"His Holiness the Pope...... The Wind Que Lord of the Heavenly Palace, I wish to be with you. "The tall man is dressed in a white linen robe, looking very much like the linen robe Taoist next to the Pope, the robe of the Heavenly Palace is very similar to the Taoist Sect, but the sleeves of the placket are inlaid with a circle of blue silk threads, symbolizing the supreme dome, behind a group of pure white birds, spreading their wings and flying to the sky, all kinds of details, according to the status of the increase or decrease and omitted.

Today's man in the bird robe is obviously the master of the city, and the details on the robe have been done to the extreme, with the blue dome trim, and the flock of birds behind him spreading their wings.

There is another completely different style of robe in the Heavenly Palace, which is only worn by law enforcement practitioners, and is generally used by cultivators of the sword gate, which is as black as night, inlaid with red flames, behind which are crows dancing wildly, and the stars of the Nine Heavens are twinkling, and the murderous aura is awe-inspiring.

The man in the robe of the crows looked grim, he looked at Chen Yi, and said softly: "Heavenly Palace Jianque, I am willing to be with the Pope." ”

This set of rhetoric...... It doesn't sound like the style of Taoism, but it's like a white wooden carriage and a linen robe, which have been passed down from a long time ago.

Chen Yi felt that these regulations were very strange, not so troublesome, and were admired and respected...... Especially those great cultivators on the continent whose reputation and status are incomparably lofty, it seems that at present, it is indeed a comfortable thing.

According to the teachings of Sanqing Pavilion, he said earnestly: "I want to be with you." ”

Not only the visitors from Ying Tianfu, but also the Heavenly Palace, the Jianhu Palace, the Songyang Academy, the Yuelu Academy, and several holy mountains in the east have all come here...... Every guest who came to visit the funeral of "Xu Zang" heard the news of the Pope's arrival and rushed to say hello.

There was no sense of sadness on their faces, and after meeting the young Pope, Xiaoshuang Mountain, it became an occasion for these practitioners to contact and communicate, and they could not see the slightest sense of sadness.

This funeral was different from any of the ones they attended in their lives, the person who died, his name was Xu Zang, this was a person hated by the world, the last little uncle of Shushan, who offended everyone who could offend.

Chen Yi looked at these cultivators in silence, and he noticed that Zhou You beside him, the cardinal was resting on his shoulder, the cardinal had its head down, its beak gently pecking at its master's hair, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes that was easy to ignore.

Zhou You's face was expressionless, standing quietly at the foot of Xiaoshuang Mountain, in his eyes, there was no sadness or pain, like a celestial man who had forgotten the joys, sorrows and sorrows of the world, watching everything happen around him.

His best friend Xu Zang, the coffin was lying on Xiaoshuang Mountain, and under the mountain was Xu Zang's enemy when he was alive.

Having the enemy attend the funeral sounds like a respectable and emotional thing, this man must have done a lot of great things in his life and convinced all the enemies.

However, this is not always the case.

When Xu Zang died, the whole world attended his funeral...... The ridiculous and ironic thing is that everyone came to this funeral just to see and confirm that Xu Zang was really dead.

Chen Yi pursed her lips.

On the Xiaoshuang Mountain, there is an illusory figure condensed out, on the top of the Xiaoshuang Mountain, countless stars surged, and finally condensed a huge star giant, a pair of eyes opened on the top of the mountain, "boom", everyone's hearts were attracted to the past.

The small mountain master of Shu Mountain is a thousand hands.

The two lords of the Heavenly Palace condensed their faces and noticed the change at the top of the mountain. Xu Zang's death was a happy event for the visitors of these holy mountains, but for Shushan...... This is a mournful event, Qianshou has never shown up from beginning to end, and every Shushan disciple who is responsible for receiving it has a blank face.

The starry eyes that opened on the top of the mountain were extremely shocking.

"The cultivation of a thousand hands...... Stronger. ”

The Lord of the Wind Que looked at the Lord of the Black-robed Sword Que, and received a solemn nod of approval from the latter.

The condensed star law, from the top of Xiaoshuang Mountain, carrying a pitch-black coffin, as if under huge pressure, walked down the mountain road step by step, every step out, the prohibition of Xiaoshuang Mountain was triggered, and Mr. Zhao Rui's edict appeared on both sides of the mountain road, and purple chains shot out one by one, entangled the star giant.

Unmoved, the giant carried the pitch-black coffin, and when he came to the bottom of the mountain, his body was already wrapped in purple chains like thunder, crackling.

Zhao Rui's Xiaoshuang Mountain, the deceased is like this, after being buried, he is not allowed to come out again, and when he moves the coffin to the foot of the mountain, he is already a star giant, and he can do it to the extreme without destroying the prohibition of Xiaoshuang Mountain.

The purple air swirled, and the star giant, even if it was bound by countless thunder chains, its extremely strong physique could still move freely, and it slowly squatted down, and stood the coffin heavily in front of the mountain gate, and the smoke and dust dispersed, and when it subsided......

In front of everyone, the lid of the black coffin was lifted.

Chen Yi pursed his lips, looking at the corpse lying in the coffin, Xu Zang's eyes were closed, and there was a mocking smile on the corner of his lips, he was full of silence...... Everything is extremely well preserved, and there is still a patch of snow on the sideburns.

As rumored in the world, Xu Zang had already died on the day of heavy snowfall last year, and Shushan was closed for a year, trying countless means to rescue Xu Zang and wake up...... In the end, it all ended in failure.

It's a dead man.

Died under his own sword path, wanting to try a path that no one had ever done before...... In the end, he sent himself to extinction.

Chen Yi gently said in his heart, and walked well.

All the people gathered in front of the coffin looked at the black-clothed Xu Zang who was "standing", holding their breath, at the bottom of Xiaoshuang Mountain, it was very dead and silent for a while.

"He's dead?"

Someone asked.

No one answered.

The visitors from the Holy Mountain began to try to probe the soul of the person in the coffin with different divine thoughts.

There was a dead silence.

The members of the royal family tried to take out the artifacts in the clan and sense the "sin of the original blood" on Xu Zang's body.

No response.

So, after the small half-pillar incense, the lord of the sword said calmly and regretfully: "He is dead. ”

The atmosphere on the field has become very strange.

The lord of the Heavenly Palace Sword Que has always wanted to fight with Xu Zang in the same realm, and when he heard that Xu Zang had killed Xiao Wuliang Mountain, he was already ready to leave for Shu Mountain...... Then I heard the news of Xu Zang's death.

He felt a little pity, some regret, and then he looked around.

Zhou You is Xu Zang's only friend.

However, Zhou You did not show any expression, he looked at the coffin quietly, and the cardinal on his shoulder sobbed quietly.

Zhou You's voice was hoarse: "He's really dead." ”

Traveling around doesn't lie.

Zhou Yu disdains lying.

So Xu Zang's life and death will no longer have any doubts.

The visitors from Ying Tianfu couldn't help but laugh.

More people laughed.

Chen Yi watched this scene silently, and in the absurd and sad funeral, everyone laughed, except for one person.

In the crowd, there was a woman in a solemn black robe, she never looked away from beginning to end, just staring at Xu Zang's coffin, staring at the man in the coffin who would die forever.

Then two lines of tears silently flowed from the corners of her eyes.

She smiled and turned to leave.

All the people who came to this funeral have always had something in their hearts that they can't let go, and they can only let go of it today.

Love and hate, love and hatred.

If you don't miss the dust, the four are empty.