When the hearse entered the gate of the Weiguo Temple, the guards guarding the guards, the warriors of Wangcheng and the people who saw off the country sang the song of the Great Zhou Army "Bo Felling Lynx", which echoed all over the city. Sing, "Perched in June, the chariot is both perched. Four oysters, carrying is a regular service. I'm in a hurry. When Wang Yu set out to conquer the kingdom of Kuang", the mourning voice was loud, Guan Shan whimpered, and all the guards wept......

The hearse stopped in the square outside the temple for seven days and seven nights, and there was an endless stream of soldiers and civilians who went to mourn, and even Wei Hou and Du came three times to mourn in secret.

Perhaps it was the seven-day suspension that vented the sorrow of the whole country, and when the hearse went out of the city seven days later, Chaoge calmed down.

The vast white banners flooded the wide street avenue, and countless incense offerings were piled up in front of each house. All the young and strong people in the city rushed to the outskirts of the ten-mile pavilion, and the streets and alleys inside and outside the city gate were full of old people, women and children who were silently crying.

Zhao Bohu is undoubtedly grateful for the aftermath of Wei Guo's nominally untold but actually disposed of with the specifications of a state funeral, which is the best compensation for his burning and tormented heart like a fire of indignation. Ho Kyo's past is unknown, but at least in Chaoge, Tayou has found a suitable home for both the soul and the corpse. Therefore, for Wei Houhe, the past is gone, but now he is only grateful.

As soon as the funeral is over, Zhao Bohu is about to set off, after all, seeing that winter is about to begin, if Hangu is closed, he will not be able to return to Hojing before the year. According to the reason, they must resign to Wei Jun.

After drinking a cup of dust-washing wine, Zhao Bohu suddenly remembered something, and it was a little difficult to speak. Wei He keenly caught this subtle change in his expression, and smiled, "What's the matter with the summoner? But it doesn't hurt to talk about it."

"I didn't want to speak. The people of Ransi have passed away, but the materialism remains. This Ziliang's sword of the sky and the moon ......."

Wei He waved his hand and smiled again: "Why should the summoner be so restrained? It is for safekeeping, and the things for themselves are returned to their rightful owners." Then he got up, "Summoning the prime minister and please come with the widow."

Wei He led Zhao Bohu out of the side hall, stepped on the stone path, and zigzagged to the depths of the bamboo forest in the back garden of the Wei Palace. After walking for a while, I saw four thick ancient cypresses surrounding a low house made of big stones, and the white jade of Jingshan Mountain in front of the door was the same height as the person, and the jade body was impressively inlaid with two huge copper characters - Jianlu.

Zhao Bohu took a general glance, and knew that this stone house was half buried in the ground, and the Great Forbidden was surprised, how many famous swords did this Weihou and how many famous swords be used in such a solid place for special collection? Wei He didn't speak, he only turned around and motioned to Zhao Bohu not to move, he bowed solemnly to the sword house, and then turned to the back of the stone house.

Suddenly, Zhao Bohu only heard the rumbling thunder rolling by, and the two stone doors slowly moved open. Wei He walked out from the back of the house and smiled, "Summoning the prime minister, please."

Zhao Bohu smiled and said, "Such a holy place is still a guest at the Lord's house."

Wei He was no longer polite, said come with me, and stepped into the sword house. Zhao Bohu looked down and saw that there was a bluestone threshold up to his knees under his feet, and he stepped into it cautiously, facing a tall shadow wall, bypassing the shadow wall, and a stone staircase went straight down. Strangely, the windows are not visible, but the stairs are not dark.

About a dozen steps down, suddenly open up in front of you, a spacious and bright hall is extraordinarily elegant, white jade brick paving, four sides of natural color wooden planks to make walls, a bluestone dome hanging high overhead, a piece of sunlight magically sprinkled from the top of the dome, the hall is dry and abnormal. Looking at the surrounding walls, there was nothing empty.

Zhao Bohu praised from the bottom of his heart: "Such a magical place, even if there is no nameless sword, it is also the Immortal Mountain Cave Mansion!"

"Oh, summon the minister, don't worry, the Tianyue Divine Sword is here, and you can't miss it!"

Wei He smiled and walked along the wall, slapping the wall, the four walls were silent, and eight windows popped open, and each window was hung with a flat silk curtain.

Wei He lifted the silk curtain closest to Zhao Bohu and said, "Please see, the Tianyue Sword is here!"

Zhao Bohu looked at it, this "window" was six feet square, the red felt was paved with a bottom, black jade was used as a frame, and a mottled dark iron sword that was far thicker than the ordinary sword was lying inside.

"It's the Tianyue Sword ......" Zhao Bohu solemnly held out the Tianyue Sword with both hands and looked at it carefully, tears in his eyes, and his voice was choked: "Back then, it was my dear

The hand was given to Ziliang, and he wore this sword to guard the court, and sent the lonely bamboo and the end to pacify Kui Rong...... In the blink of an eye, things are not people, and people are gone......

Wei He also cried: "Back then, my eldest brother once said, 'Don't persuade others to be kind until others suffer', I complained that he let his mother die with hatred, forcing him to leave the country and not return to Wei for life. However, now think about it, as a son of man, how can he not hate the enemy who has harmed his biological mother all his life in front of him? No one can force him to laugh and grudge, not even if he is a widow. The Si people have passed away, and the widow is to regret it again, but it is too late, it is really too late to regret......

Zhao Bohu held the Tianyue Sword and stood silently for half a burnt incense, and suddenly he seemed to have made some kind of determination, put the Tianyue Sword back into the black jade sword frame, and bowed down and made a salute. Wei He didn't know why, and asked blankly, "What does this mean?"

"The Tianyue Sword is Ziliang's portable weapon, just to protect the country and the people, and now that he is gone, it is useless for Hu Yiwen to hold this heavy weapon. Jun Shang is the commander of the Eighth Division of the Zhou Dynasty, and in the future, he will have to fight for the Quartet for my Great Zhou World and quell the rebellion. Tiger believes that this is also what Ziliang meant." Zhao Bohu stared at Tianyue Sword, his eyes full of affection.

"Thank you for summoning your trust, the Sky Moon Sword can be temporarily stored here. When the day comes, when the eldest brother has a son who grows up, the widow will surely give him this sword in his hand, and tell him that the son will inherit his father's will." Wei He solemnly swears.

The two of them returned to the side hall after leaving the sword house, and Wei He gave instructions to the waiting maid. In a moment, the maid brought a copper box, and Wei Houhe opened it and pushed it in front of Zhao Bohu: "The Prime Minister visited the Widow's Sword House today, and he can't return empty-handed. Let's see if this dagger is in your hands or not?"

Zhao Bohu looked at it, a dagger in the copper box, and a cool breath was touched in his hand. The sword body is six inches, and the sword grid is about nine inches. The brown leather case is extremely delicate, and the bronze sword grid is also set with a turquoise gemstone. Pulling away the leather sheath, a star of blue light flowed faintly, and the short sword body was like a mirror.

"I can't bear such a famous weapon." Zhao Bohu sincerely refused.

"Where did the summons come from?" Wei Houhe frowned: "Everyone in the world knows that people love famous collections, this is the most common dagger in the Wei Palace, and it is only used. If the summons is to excuse himself, he will be polite."

Zhao Bohu knew that Wei He was bold, but to be polite, it meant that you were responding to the story, so I had to respond: "So I will accept it for my nephew, and I will have a certificate to retrieve the Tianyue Sword in the future."

Wei He was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and his face showed an innocent and bright look like a child: "Are you still afraid that the widow will not be able to repay the debt? Hahaha......"

The so-called laughter and enmity are about the same.

Zhao Bohu resigned to Wei He, and the next day he took Qiang Xing, Uncle Mi and Boyan to look south. Prepare to take the land carriage to turn to the Song Kingdom, and then board the boat through Luoyi, and take the big river through Weishui to enter Guanzhong. Of course, the premise is that before the river freezes, if the Hangu is frozen, it will be until the next year. Therefore, Zhao Bohu is like an arrow in his heart, urging all the way.

The reason why he wanted to bend in the Song Kingdom was mainly out of Zhao Bohu's selfishness. He didn't want to meet Song Gongzi to worship him, but to go straight to Confucius and meet his old friend Father He. At the time of the song, he had already found out that Zifu Father He had taken Mrs. Kuizi and the child out of Hojing and returned to Kongdi with the golden token of the Prime Minister's Mansion given by him. The widow of his best friend, he couldn't help but take a look and see if he could help.

Out of the south gate of Shangqiu, Zhao Bohu's long convoy of 3,000 cavalry galloped for only half an hour on the official road, and then turned north into a river valley. The reckless poplar forests are fiery red in the steep north wind, spreading along the mountains and river valleys, as if the sun is shining on a day. Between the two mountains, a stream of water is rolling, the faint heat is steaming like a cloud of smoke, the green grass on both sides of the river is fluffy and the butterflies are flying, and the feeling of winter sparseness is gone here.

After a while, in the depths of the red forest and green grass, a bamboo building as high as the mountainside stands in a pale yellow roof, the sound of iron horses is faintly heard, and the mountains and forests in the river valley are deep.

"Beautiful! It's no wonder that Brother Dezi He stays here all day long and doesn't live in the Shangqiu Mansion, because of this!" Zhao Bohu lifted the curtain and exclaimed.

"Hahaha...... Zi Mu praised it!" The beautiful beard and chest, the fairy-like son and father got the letter and ran from the mountainside

Down, walking like flying. But the moment he saw Zhao Bohu jump out of the car, his feet were weak and he almost didn't fall.

"Zimu...... How did you...... How old are you?" He couldn't believe that the middle-aged beautiful man who was haggard but still personable a few months ago suddenly turned into an old man with frosty temples and gray beard?

Zhao Bohu waved his hand, his eyes were dark, and he did not speak. How did the Son not understand? sighed heavily: "Ziliang's matter is difficult to collect when it is covered with water. Brother Zimu still has to cherish himself!"

"Ziliang's death, the tiger is already in despair, and he feels that he can't redeem his body!" Touching the shoulders of his old friend, Zhao Bohu finally said the words that had been in his heart for a long time.

In the living room of the Confucian Mansion, when he saw the pale-faced Mrs. Kui Zi and the young son Kui Si, who had just teethed, Zhao Bohu's sense of guilt became even stronger. In a low voice, he told him about his experience on the way to the north and the handling of Kui Duoyou's coffin and the aftermath, focusing on the solemn mourning of Kui Duoyou by the monarch and the people to soothe the grief of this young widow who lost her husband.