Song Yi cheered up, only to see the main building on the north side of the martial arts arena open the door, and two columns of people lined up, one on the left and one on the right, escorting the coffin of the old man Gao out of it and stopping in the center of the north of the martial arts arena. The team retreated, and some other plain white servants came up, silently laid incense tables, and burned incense spices for the soul. I saw the green smoke swirling, slowly dispersed, the nose smelled the heavy fragrance diffuse, and the sound of the horn added the sound of the piano and the drum, each more tactful and more poignant than the other, as if heartbreaking, people can't help but have a poignant meaning.

The guests all stood up straight, facing the coffin, silently mourning.

After a while, Father Gao walked to the coffin, waved his hand, the drum music stopped, he cleared his throat, and began to praise the life of Old Man Gao, and thank all relatives and friends for coming. These words were very long, and about a quarter of an hour later, Father Gao ended his speech, followed by the part of relatives and friends who greeted the coffin with incense.

The duty of reciting the names and origins of the guests was carried out by the highest-ranking elder of the Gao family, and the old man, dressed in a white robe and covered in a black shirt, stepped forward slowly, holding a gilded scroll, and stood in front of the spirit to give a speech, followed by a solemn introduction to the guests. One by one, the people who were read stepped forward, took the incense from the servants, offered it to the coffin of the old man, and then recited a few words of eulogy before retreating.

This process was quite long, and Song Yi waited until it was close to noon before he finally heard the names of himself and Yuequan Sect, and hurriedly stepped forward to complete the etiquette according to the rules. As he offered the incense, the corner of his eye swept over the guests, and he noticed that some of them showed surprised expressions, obviously, they didn't expect the representative of the Yuequan Sect to be such a young man.

Song Yi paid special attention to the expressions of the Wang family, Wang Fu still had that gloomy expression, but when he looked at himself, his eyes moved, and then he returned to calm.

After the incense was finished, Song Yi retreated, waited for the others to come forward, and after everyone had completed the ceremony, Gao's father walked to the coffin again, recited a large number of words, and began to command his family and servants to seal the coffin. After that, the coffin of the old man Gao will be suspended in the Gao family for seven days, and then sent to the cemetery to rest in peace, and for the guests from all walks of life, their respective tasks have been basically completed, if anyone is in a hurry to go back, they can leave this afternoon.

After some chaos, the time was past noon, seeing the coffin of the old man Gao leave, and the guests also breathed a sigh of relief, Father Gao came over, greeted everyone, and led everyone to the hall to eat.

"Brother Yu, aren't you hungry?"

Walking on the road, the voice in his head couldn't help but call Song Yi: "You were seriously injured just now, and you were brushed by the fairy eye again, and you were asked to stand for a morning today, your body is ...... Can it hold on?"

"It's okay, what is this, Brother Yi is in good health now. Song Yi smiled, this neither used the sword, nor did it consume true qi, but just stand and wait, it is not as strict as the requirements for standing in the military posture in the university back then, where can it be said that the body can't hold it.

"I'm afraid of them...... Just now, I was worried that the Wang family would take this opportunity to make trouble, but I didn't expect them to really hold back, I'm afraid that if they make a move in the ceremony just now, you won't have to fight them?"

"I was worried that they would make a move this morning, but when I saw the posture in the arena later, I was relieved. Song Yi slowed down, deliberately fell to the back of the crowd, and whispered: "According to Gao Cheng and Gao Zhan's father, the purpose of the Wang family's visit this time should be the porcelain vase, and there is no need to make the Gao family embarrassed and ugly, since it is to ask for property, then there is no need to talk nonsense in a crowded place, there are so many guests this morning, maybe someone has brought a hidden master, regardless of the trouble, in case it is the orange clam fight, and the fisherman profits? So, I think they will not make a move this morning, and it turns out that they have endured." ”

"And when are they going to have a seizure?"

"It's hard to say, I guess I'll find someone less. ”

While speaking, Song Yi had already walked to the door of the luncheon hall, dozens of tables were placed on the open hall, cups and plates were listed, and delicacies were stacked, all of which were sumptuous.

"Are you sitting here?" Song Yi was a little surprised: "You are the eldest son of the current head of the Gao family, don't you want to sit at the main table?"

"The main table is for my father and the old man's generation to sit, I will sit here, as soon as I come to accompany you, just now everyone already knows that you are the representative of the Yuequan Sect, the relationship between the Yuequan Sect and my family, including the matter of your senior brother helping each other back then, many business partners know, I can't say it if I don't accompany you. Second, sitting here can just see whether the people at the Wang family table are making trouble. ”

After that, Gao Cheng quietly waved his hand, Song Yi looked over, and sure enough, he saw that the Wang family had already sat down at another table, separated by a table and a half-section of the screen, which seemed to be a little far away, but in fact, he could see the other party's every move.

"Don't worry, they shouldn't be messing around right now. ”

Song Yi smiled and told him what he had just thought, Gao Cheng listened, nodded and said: "I have been hanging my heart on the martial arts field just now, fortunately they didn't mess around, listening to what Brother Song said at this time, my heart can be put down a little more." ”

"Hmm...... In that case, let's not talk about them for now, I'm really a little hungry after standing all morning. ”

"Heh, slow down, slow ......"

......

After the luncheon, some of the guests said goodbye one after another, Gao Cheng, as the son of Gao's family, went to the door with his father to greet and see off, and Song Yi had nothing to do, so he went back to the courtyard where he lived to rest. He knew that he couldn't leave now, because the Wang family would definitely not leave today, and he would have to wait until most of the unrelated guests had left, and then the main event would begin.

For the rest of the day, Song Yi had nothing to do, so he meditated in the courtyard and practiced a sword technique, unconsciously it was dark, the bright moon was rising, bathed in the cold night breeze to see Gaojiabao, it seemed to be more silent than yesterday.

At noon the next day, the servant invited Song Yi to go to the front hall for lunch, and there were many fewer people today than yesterday, so the lunch was also changed.

When they came to the hall, the guests had already gone to seven, seven, eight, eight, and eight, and only three or five representatives of the Gao family were still in the Gao family, presumably having business to discuss with each other. The death of Old Man Gao is also an opportunity for a party in a sense, bringing together relatives and friends scattered in Tiannan and Haibei together, and under the rare meeting, they must talk about business affairs.

In addition to these families, there is another one that has neither business to discuss nor relate to the Gao family, which is naturally the Wang family.

Song Yi, under the guidance of the servant, walked to his place and sat down, and his eyes slowly swept around. This hall is more than half smaller than yesterday's luncheon, but it is not stingy, and the high ceiling creates a sense of space, and the furnishings are ornate but not vulgar. In the hall, there are many low tables of different sizes according to the number of people, and families sit behind them.

Song Yi's position is below Gao's father's left hand, and next to him is Gao Cheng, which is a very good position among the guests.

The position of the Wang family was at the table opposite Gao's father, not far away, not close, a vigilant sense of alienation.

Song Yi was almost the last to come in, and as soon as he sat down, Gao's father announced the start of the luncheon, the servants served the food one after another, and the guests chatted while eating, telling some mundane anecdotes from time to time, or talking about business affairs with the Gao family, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed than yesterday.

Song Yi didn't join the chatter of these strangers, and ate two mouthfuls of food silently, Gao Cheng pulled down his sleeve and glanced at the Wang family.

The Wang family sitting at a large table is still the same: silent, gloomy, like a group of stiff robots, Wang Fu's unstretched brow seems to hide the worries of the whole world, exuding a sad atmosphere, making people reluctant to approach.

At this time, Song Yi saw that on the table of the Wang family, a woman approached Wang Fu and whispered something in his ear, Wang Fu's eyebrows moved, raised his eyes, and his cold gaze swept over the audience, and then stopped at a woman in green.

"This eldest sister, what treasure did you mention just now?"

Wang Fu opened his mouth towards the woman in green, and a sneer came out of his mouth. His voice was sharper than Song Yi imagined, with a hoarse taste, like the cry of a night owl, which was not very comfortable to listen to.

His question was quite loud, which immediately interrupted the small talk of the others, and everyone in the hall immediately stopped communicating and turned their eyes to the Wang family's table.

Gao Cheng frowned slightly, and subconsciously wanted to pull Song Yan's sleeve again, but Song Yi patted him with his backhand, signaling that it was okay and calm. When I raised my eyes, I saw that Gao's father was already frowning, and he looked like he was facing a great enemy.

"Huh?" The woman in green was startled, immediately turned her head, and replied to the king, "Sir, did you mean the lotus lantern I just talked about?"

"Not bad. ”

"Oh......" The woman in green covered her smile and said softly: "Let Mr. see and smile, the little woman doesn't have any treasures, that lotus lantern was opened to her teacher's collection when she was a childhood friend when she was practicing in Haidong Pavilion." I heard that the lotus lantern was a treasure left by an immortal, and the people of Haidong Pavilion never dared to move it, so they didn't know what magical effects it had, but they only heard that it could live the flesh and bones of the dead. In this regard, my friend had doubts, until one day she went out to meet a gangster, accidentally poisoned, her master lit the lotus lantern with true qi, from the lamp slowly emitted a fragrance, she took two sips, a body of fierce poison was cured without medicine, it is really very magical. ”

"Wow, there is such a miracle effect......"

"It's amazing. ”

Hearing what she said, the guests were amazed and amazed, and even Gao's father temporarily stretched his brows, showing a look of amazement. Only Wang Fu still had a black face, sneered, and said, "Which immortal's relic is so powerful?"

"This ......" The woman in green hesitated for a moment, shook her head and said: "I really don't know, my friend didn't tell me, and I don't want to ask more, the name of the immortal is not something that we ordinary people can easily inquire about." ”

"Hehe, is it a wild thing?" Wang Fu sneered loudly, which was really rude, not only did the woman in green immediately change her face, but the other guests were also shocked, staring at him in surprise, and then looked at each other.