Hearing this, Yue Yang waved his hand, and among the soldiers on the border, several soldiers immediately stepped forward and tried to pull away Mu Hanyan and Nanhonglou, who were crying with the coffin, and dragged the two of them to persuade them to no longer have a chance to approach the coffin.

Then, the four soldiers who were originally guarding the four corners of the coffin lightly covered the coffin again, each took out a pre-prepared coffin nail from his arms, held it in his hand, and slowly pressed it on the four corner pillars of the coffin.

Each of them did not use any external objects with their bare hands, but used their own pair of fleshy palms to force the four sealing nails into the corner pillars of the coffin.

The whole process seems to be relaxed and freehand, and there is no difficulty at all.

What's even more commendable is that although the four of them didn't open their mouths to discuss, not even a glance at each other, the movements of their hands were completely consistent.

Seeing this, everyone in White Dragon City couldn't help but be shocked.

"Is this the strength of the soldiers on the northern border?"

Almost everyone was blown away.

It was a sealed coffin with bare hands, and it was really incredible that the four of them could control the strength to exactly the same extent, regardless of each other.

The people present, perhaps except for the former "Demon Spear God" Nan Xuanji, I am afraid that no second person can figure out how they did it.

This not only requires the control of strength, but also requires the intimate tacit understanding between several of them, if they cannot reach the realm of spiritual communication, it will never be possible to achieve such perfection.

It's a pity that Nan Xuanji has long since lost the heart to appreciate these at this moment, otherwise, I'm afraid even he will be surprised.

Moreover, everyone could see that the few of them were just using the strength of their flesh palms.

Perhaps for a person with advanced strength, sealing the coffin with bare hands is just a simple thing, but if it is only by the strength of the palm of the flesh, this difficulty may be deepened by dozens of times.

It is definitely not something that ordinary people can do, and from another aspect, it also reflects a problem, among these soldiers under Nan Ruoxun, there are indeed rare talents.

Not only are they unmatched in their realm, but even their physical strength has reached a certain level, which is far beyond the reach of others.

Soon, the coffin lid was sealed.

Under the instruction of Nan Xuanji, the lord of the White Dragon City, the group lifted Nan Ruoxun's coffin and drove towards the city lord's mansion.

According to the custom of White Dragon City, before the coffin is buried, a spirit must be placed in the main house for relatives and friends from all parties to mourn.

What's more, Nan Ruoxun, as the proud son of a generation of heaven, is deeply supported by the soldiers on the northern border and the people of White Dragon City, even if Nan Xuanji has the intention to be hastily buried, not to mention that the soldiers on the northern border are not allowed, I am afraid that even the thousands of people in White Dragon City are not allowed.

As the lord of a city, Nan Xuanji naturally knows the truth very well, although he has long been disillusioned with the loss of a son, he still has to force himself to calm down, set aside a day, and bid farewell to the young heroes in their minds to the people of White Dragon City and the soldiers on the northern border.

Although everyone felt that the day was too rushed, they could also understand the pain in Nan Xuanji's heart, and no one questioned it.

Even if Nan Xuanji did not invite anyone other than them to attend this funeral, and did not post the obituary of Nan Ruoxun's martyrdom, no one felt that it was very inappropriate.

If they hadn't learned the news and spontaneously organized to practice for Nan Ruoxun, with Nan's mysterious temperament, they would definitely not have informed them about it.

Even if things really come to that point, no one among them will complain and blame Nan Xuanji, this is their respect for a generation of "demon spear military gods", but they will definitely regret in their hearts, this is their shame on the general Nan Ruoxun.

Fortunately, Nan Xuanji penetrated all of their minds and gave them a day to say goodbye to the general, which fulfilled the wishes of all of them and did not delay their precious time too much.

The northern border cannot be without a commander for a day, although the Northern Desert Iron Cavalry is intimidated by the power of the South Ruoxun and does not dare to act rashly, but after all, they have always been eyeing the northern border, once there is a chance to make a comeback, they will not give up easily.

The northern border needs them to guard, and the Suci country needs them to guard.

Therefore, they had to take advantage of the fact that the news of the martyrdom of the general Nan Ruoxun had not yet leaked, and hurriedly transported his body back to White Dragon City for burial, and then went back to continue his will and guard the northern border.

Once the news of the general's martyrdom reaches the Northern Desert, or the neighboring countries that are at odds with the Su Ci Dynasty, the situation of the Su Ci Dynasty is likely to become precarious, and all of them will inevitably usher in a tough battle.

Although as battle-hardened border soldiers, they have long been fearless and put their lives on the line, but once the war resumes, it will be the thousands of people of the Su Ci Dynasty who will suffer in the end, which is something that none of them want to see.

Naturally, in the eyes of the border soldiers, the news of the general's martyrdom, the ruling authorities of the Su Ci Dynasty will definitely try their best to blockade it, after all, how important the general is to the northern border, everyone in the Su Ci Dynasty knows it.

As for how long the news can be blocked, it is not something they can predict, so they have to take precautions and have to race against time.

Wherever the soldiers passed, the people in the White Dragon City were all silently mourning, especially when they looked at the coffin carried by the four soldiers, they were all short of breath and their eyes were red and swollen, but they didn't dare to let themselves make any sound, for fear of disturbing the rest of the people in the coffin.

Each of them knew very well in their hearts that the one lying in the coffin now was not only the hero in their hearts, but also the hero in the hearts of countless people on the northern border.

If the "Demon Spear God" Nan Xuanji is the former god in their minds, then General Nan Ruoxun is the son of the god who is recognized by everyone.

There is no one in this world who does not admire heroes, especially heroes like General Nan Ruoxun, who are willing to uphold justice for the poor people.

His martyrdom was a painful blow to everyone, and his death was an unprecedented loss for the northern border.

They just silently prayed that in the other world, he would be as proud as he had been; In another world, he was able to live forever.

And on the northern border, he will be immortalized in the hearts of all.

It wasn't until the figures of the border soldiers completely disappeared from everyone's sight that there were bursts of mournful whispers and sighs from the crowd.

"It is said that God is not beautiful, and the ancients did not deceive our generation!"

"What an amazing character the general is, how could he end up like this?"

"Yes, the general's death is definitely an incalculable loss to our dynasty."

"If not, his future is immeasurable."

Some people even looked at the rain curtain in the sky with a sad face and muttered to themselves: "See? The general died, and even heaven and earth couldn't help but weep for him. ”

At this moment, countless people sighed gloomily, and countless people whimpered and sobbed.

It seemed to be infected by their pathos, and the rain in the sky was a little heavier, "crackling" on the bluestone streets of White Dragon City, like playing a beautiful note.

The only regret is that no one has the heart to appreciate all this at this moment.

At the gate of the city, in this place that no one had paid attention to at this time, Nan Ruosu, who was originally paralyzed on the ground like mud, had already gotten up at some point.

Like a statue, he stood alone in the rain, squinting at everything in front of him.

The cold eyes were neither sad nor happy, and there were no emotional fluctuations, but the body was as tall as a javelin.

and the flattering and cowardly him before, judging like two people.

It's just that at this moment, there is a huge White Dragon City, and no one notices his existence at all.

Perhaps in the eyes of everyone, after Nan Xuanji and they left with a group of soldiers, the soulless waste at the city gate, Nan Ruosu, who was like a dead dog, didn't even have the qualifications to look at it with their eyes in front of them.

After a long time, after everyone in the city dispersed, Nan Ruosu gently twisted his somewhat sore neck, and suddenly a "crackling" sound came from his neck.

A trace of evil charm crossed the corner of his mouth, and he looked back at the distance opposite the White Dragon City, and a trace of bloodthirsty murderous aura flashed in his cold eyes.

At the same time, a terrifying and majestic momentum flashed away from his tall body.

At this moment, there seemed to be countless mountains of corpses and a sea of blood in front of him, and he himself had incarnated into a Yama who was seeking his life.

Even the continuous raindrops around him paused in an instant, and he was quietly suspended in mid-air, motionless.

It's like a sparkling pearl that has been strung together with a string and hung upside down in mid-air.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, the evil at the corner of his mouth disappeared, revealing a sneer, and slowly walked towards the city.

With his movements, the raindrops that had paused in mid-air around him suddenly fell at a rapid speed, returning to their previous appearance, and soon struck out another moving song on the ground.

One step out, Nan Ruosu had already entered the White Dragon City Gate. The young man strode forward with his hands in his hands, and the god horse with the wine bag behind him followed him unhurriedly.

As an important territory of the Suci Dynasty, the northern border is only separated from the hinterland of the Suci Dynasty by a large river, but it is precisely with the existence of this river that the fierce and ferocious Northern Desert Iron Cavalry has been entrenched in the northern border of the Suci Dynasty, but it has never really entered the hinterland of the Suci Dynasty.

Although the Northern Desert Iron Cavalry is brave and good at fighting, they have a congenital shortcoming, that is, they are hydrophobic, which is caused by their innate living environment.

Therefore, even when they were once strong, they once occupied the northern border of Suci, but in the end they had to be blocked by this river outside the hinterland of the Suci Dynasty.

This river is directly named after the north and is called "Beijiang".

The width of the Beijiang River is more than ten zhang, and as for its length, there is no way to talk about it, and few people know where the Beijiang River originates and where it flows.

Even in the territory of the Suci Dynasty, the Beijiang River is just a way, and it is a homeopathic way to divide the territory of the Suci Dynasty into two.

If you want to cross the Beijiang River, even the top masters will inevitably have to work hard, and it must be without the interference of external factors, unless you can reach the legendary realm of transcendent sainthood.

If it is replaced by ordinary manpower, it is simply out of reach.

Therefore, if you want to cross the Beijiang River, the rope bridge that crosses the Beijiang River and links to the White Dragon City has become the only way to go.

As the last checkpoint in the north into the hinterland of the Suci Dynasty, the White Dragon City and the hinterland of the Suci Dynasty are separated by the Beijiang River.

There is a stork tower in the city, standing alone near the Beijiang River.

As the tallest tower in the northern region of the Suci Dynasty, the Stork Tower is nine stories high, and the Stork Tower, which rises from the ground, is like a giant adjacent to the Beijiang River, which is incompatible with other gates and courtyards in the White Dragon City.

The rope bridge across the Beijiang River is called the "Magpie Bridge" because it leads directly to the ferry pier under the stork and magpie.

The historical relationship between the Stork Tower and the Magpie Bridge is impossible to talk about, and it is said that they have existed since the beginning of the construction of the White Dragon City.

As for how many years they have been standing here, few people in White Dragon City know about it.

Although the stork magpie tower carved in Danying today is not the same, but was formed after repair.

At this moment, on the top of the stork magpie building, an old figure stood with his hands in his hands.

The old man's figure was rickety, his clothes were ragged, and he looked a little unkempt, especially on his forehead, which had long been wrinkled, obviously after many years of baptism, he had left a lot of vicissitudes.

At first glance, he looks like a hunched beggar, but if you look closely, you will find that there is an indescribable aura circulating in the old man, and even the rain curtain in the sky is not close to his identity.

He half-squinted at the young man who was striding from the direction of the city gate, his eyebrows, which had been tightly frowned, slowly stretched out little by little, and the corners of his mouth gradually pulled out a faint smile.

The pupils, which had been narrowed into a line, were also expanding.

There was a huge White Dragon City, no one seemed to feel his presence, and the old man's location was so hidden that it was almost invulnerable.

From his line of sight, he could see the situation at the gate of White Dragon City at a glance, but from the position at the gate of the city to the Stork Tower, he couldn't see his existence at all.

But the moment Nan Ruosu stepped over the gate of White Dragon City, he glanced in the direction of the Stork Tower, intentionally or unintentionally.

Then he retracted his gaze without a trace, and his footsteps did not stop, and he walked unhurriedly in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Has it been discovered?"

The old man grinned, not paying attention.

Instead, he turned his head to stare at the hinterland of the Su Ci Dynasty on the other side of the Beijiang River, his eyes outlined an inexplicable charm, and he whispered to himself: "The scorching sun devouring the dragon, it is really an extraordinary phenomenon, it is really exciting." ”

After a moment, he retracted his gaze and looked around, whether it was the vastness of the northern border, or the rushing of the Beijiang River, or the haze of the hinterland of the Suci Dynasty in the distance, it was all in sight at this moment.

For this reason, the old man couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "The stork magpie looks at the world from the top of the building, but it jumps out of the game when it is in the game, especially in this hazy rainy day, it has a unique flavor!" ”

Speaking of this, the corners of the old man's mouth suddenly lifted a touch of schadenfreude, revealing his uneven yellow teeth, and said with a smile: "The big trend is coming, the small trend is coming, who will die in this game of chess, I'm afraid it is not yet known, it is really exciting, hehe!" ”

At this moment, the old man's figure is no longer rickety, but like a strong pine standing, his eyes are not cloudy, and he is looking at it, as if in this world, nothing can enter his eyes.

He stood there silently, feeling like an impassable mountain.

It seems that he alone is a giant sword, standing in the rain curtain, and no one can get close to him.

Coincidentally, the direction he was staring at now was actually the same direction as the direction pointed by Nan Ruosu when he was at the city gate before.

The location of the City Lord's Mansion is located in the hinterland of the center of White Dragon City.

Despite its geographical advantages, the City Lord's Mansion is not as splendid and magnificent as imagined, but is antique and elegant.

The vermilion gate, which looks to be quite old, is also not particularly ornately decorated.

Instead, there is a statue of a spear about 20 meters long and the width of a person, although it seems a little abrupt, but it is full of charm and imposing.

At first glance, it is from everyone's hands.

It is said that when Nan Xuanji first became the lord of White Dragon City, he sent someone from Luoxia City to send a congratulatory gift.

Because this thing itself is a behemoth, it is not easy to put away, and it is deeply loved by the people of White Dragon City, everyone thinks that the person who congratulated the gift is obviously well-intentioned, and the thing sent is in line with the identity of the "Demon Spear God of the Army" Nan Xuanji, after all, everyone in the Suci Dynasty knows that Nan Xuanji's weapon is that silver gun.

Seeing that everyone loved it so much, Nan Xuanji had no choice but to let people put it at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

For more than 10 years, it has not moved a single bit.

At the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, a sea of people had gathered at this time.

As soon as the 10,000 soldiers on the border followed Nan Xuanji and his party with Nan Ruoxun's coffin back to the City Lord's Mansion, the thousands of people in White Dragon City followed here.

They gathered together today to bid farewell to the heroic general in their hearts, and naturally they couldn't give up halfway.

In the lobby of the City Lord's Mansion, all the cumbersome items were moved out, and the golden silk nan wooden coffin sent by the soldiers was placed at the top of the hall.

Under the coffin, there is a bronze huge incense tripod, the incense in the ding is in full bloom, a bundle of sandalwood is inserted into half of the Ding furnace, and the faint smoke fills the whole hall.

10,000 border soldiers stood solemnly, starting from the hall and crowding the entire courtyard all the way, making it impossible for the people of White Dragon City to set foot at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

In the lobby, Nan Xuanji, who was exhausted in a wheelchair, was pushed by Nan Honglou and stood quietly beside Yue Yang, the deputy general of the border, looking at the coffin in front of him stupidly, his eyes full of sadness that he couldn't give up.

"Bye!"

After Yue Yang respectfully inserted the last bundle of sandalwood in his hand, he suddenly shouted, and he took the lead in kneeling down on one knee in front of the coffin.

Hearing this, the tens of thousands of border soldiers behind him also knelt on one knee and bowed to the ground in an instant, and their movements were neat.

Suddenly, the people gathered at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion all stopped whispering and raised their eyes to look inside the City Lord's Mansion.

Although each of them had often heard that the soldiers on the northern border were well-trained, when they saw their uniform movements with their own eyes and felt the momentum that they involuntarily exuded, they were all shocked again.

It wasn't until Yue Yang led the soldiers to kneel down and get up that Nan Xuanji on the side spoke, and said in his hoarse voice: "General Yue has a heart, please lead the soldiers to the White Dragon Inn to rest, where the old man has already sent someone to take care of it." ”

"Thank you, Lord of the City!"

Yue Yang bowed slightly, and did not refuse Nan Xuanji's kindness, leaving the ten brothers to maintain order, and then took the others to the White Dragon Inn.

In order to be able to return the general's body in time, their group did not dare to delay in the slightest on the road, and rushed to it almost non-stop, and many people were physically and mentally exhausted by the long journey along the way.

If it weren't for the support of the same beliefs, perhaps many of them would have been unbearable, and now that the general's body has been safely returned, he, as a deputy general in the army, is naturally responsible for the brothers under him.

What's more, White Dragon City is Nan Xuanji's territory, and he shouldn't need to worry about safety and security, what he should and must do now is to restore the soldiers under his command to their best spirit first.

The sudden martyrdom of the general is equivalent to giving the Northern Desert Iron Cavalry a powerful breakthrough, and once they learn the news, I am afraid it will lead to a bloody storm.

As a deputy general, he is not only responsible for the generals, but also for the lives of the soldiers under them.

Nan Xuanji is obviously very aware of this, so he will arrange their foothold in advance.

After Yue Yang and his party left, Tu Yanxing, who went to look for Nan Ruosu, suddenly walked into the lobby, looking at Nan Xuanji who was in a daze at the coffin, he frowned, and asked softly: "Master, the people outside are clamoring to send off the eldest young master, ...... you look?"

He was originally ordered by Nan Xuanji to look for Nan Ruosu, but when he heard that Nan Ruosu was back, he also turned back.

Hearing this, Nan Xuanji slowly raised his head, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes without a trace, and said in a trembling voice: "Let them in!" ”

"Master, are you alright?"

Hearing the trilling sound in Nan Xuanji's mouth, Tu Yanxing's heart was in a mess at the moment, and he hurriedly came to Nan Xuanji's body, but when he saw Nan Xuanji's red eyes, he was immediately shocked.

Quickly looking around, Tu Yanxing said hesitantly: "The matter has come to this...... I hope the old man ...... Condolences! ”

"I'm fine!"

Nan Xuanji leaned on the wheelchair with a decadent face, and whispered with blank eyes: "Geese Xing, I have been dependent on each other for more than ten years, and I ...... Reluctant! ”

Tu Yanxing hurriedly lowered his voice and cautiously persuaded: "Master, don't say this kind of thing again in the future, beware of it." ”

"The old slave knows the heart of the old man and the Bodhisattva, but if some words are spread, I am afraid that even the peace of the past ten years will come to naught."

Nan Xuanji closed his eyes and looked bitter, "Why don't I know this?" But ......"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Tu Yanxing preemptively said: "No, but master, you know better than anyone else, don't you?" ”

Nan Xuanji nodded with difficulty, waved his hand and ordered: "Yan Xing, go and call them in!" ”

Tu Yanxing thought for a while, and then said: "Master, if there are unscrupulous people who are confused, I am afraid that it will cause some unnecessary troubles. ”

"You also know that there are a lot of shadows in White Dragon City."

"It's okay, since it's an unnecessary incident, it doesn't hurt."

Nan Xuanji rubbed his temples, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and said, "If there is really something that can't open your eyes, then let's let him know who has the final say in this White Dragon City." ”

As he spoke, a powerful and incomparably powerful force suddenly flashed on his body, and even Tu Yanxing shivered coldly.

Fortunately, that momentum only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared without a trace, otherwise, even Tu Yanxing would probably not be able to bear it.

Then, Nan Xuanji reached out and knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair under him, and said in a deep voice: "What's more, now that the arrow is on the line, I have to send it." ”

A strange look flashed on Tu Yanxing's face, and he replied respectfully: "The old slave understands. ”

Nan Xuanji didn't say anything more, he also believed that Tu Yanxing really understood, after all, he had been with him for so many years.

Tu Yanxing didn't procrastinate, and turned around directly to the outside.