Seven days later, the coffin of Huayun's head of the cloud broken branch was sent out of the Broken Cloud Mountain Range by a long queue to the sacred Jiangnan Haojie Tomb, the land of Jiangnan is the land of fish and rice, there are willows and willows, and there are peach light dyeing; There are small bridges and flowing water, and there are fishing boats singing at night.

Haojie Tomb is located in a beautiful place, where it is full of chivalrous courage and heroes.

Jiangnan Xuanji Tea House

On the way to the Haojie Tomb, the final procession attracted the attention of many passers-by, especially the Thousand Bird Sword standing next to the coffin, just with its fierce sword energy, it can let people who don't know know that there was a great figure in this coffin.

Of course, the fall of the great sect and the death of the head of the immortal have already spread all over the world, and the storytellers in the teahouses in the south of the Yangtze River have prepared the manuscript overnight and spread it every day.

The long line came to the head of the Liuxing Bridge, but a group of people came to meet them, seeing that this person was dressed in red and carrying a big sedan chair, as if a family was marrying.

This made everyone at a loss for a while, and there was such a coincidence in the world. Usually, if there is a happy event or a funeral, it will be negotiated in advance to avoid embarrassing things like today.

But this Huayun's funeral was decided far away in the Broken Cloud Mountain Range, although ordinary people knew a little about the news of Huayun's head immortal's death, but where could they expect that the team of Yunzhizhi's funeral would be able to meet today, here and now.

Besides, the team of this red thing has already crossed most of the Liuxing Bridge, although this Liuxing Bridge is not narrow, but it cannot accommodate two teams of people in parallel, and they can't let it go.

But this newlywed person can't go back, if he doesn't want to go back, he can only give way to the Huayun team under the bridge.

Some people say that such scenes should be based on the deceased, and the earth should be peaceful, and the living should not compete with the deceased. Some people also say that the red thing is the phoenix crown and xia belt, and it is to worship heaven and earth, no matter how big everything is, how can it be bigger than heaven and earth?

Everyone on the bridge began to feel a little anxious, although Hua Yun's strength was not as good as before, it was not something that ordinary people could offend.

"Stop, give way!"

Just when the situation was deadlocked, Yun Musheng, who was at the head of the team, shouted loudly. Yun Zhezhi's funeral should have been led by Yun Zhemei, after all, she is Yun Zhezhi's sister and the new head of Huayun.

But after a battle with Han Xie, Yun Zhemei was seriously injured, and she was still in a semi-coma for a while, still lying in Huayun Medical Pavilion to recuperate.

So, as a personal apprentice, Yun Musheng, who is the same father and son as Yun Zhezhi, became the only candidate, although he was only sixteen years old, he was obliged to do so.

The surrounding people began to talk about it, some said that the leader was still young and acted impulsively, some guessed that Huayun and the others did not dare to offend heaven and earth, and some guessed that the newlywed person had a lot of background.

"I'm still young, I don't know what the world is, and I don't know who is in the red sedan chair opposite, I only know, if the master is alive, he will not embarrass the newcomer.

Yun Musheng finished speaking lightly, without any emotion, and led everyone to the side of the bridge, and his eyes were shrouded like night at this time.

Everyone in the red team took a long breath, and when they passed by the coffin of the head of the cloud, they saluted him one after another. After the group passed, Yun Musheng led everyone to continue walking towards the bridge, without any expression on his face, and his eyes were as calm as a lake.

Hua Wenqing walked behind Yun Musheng, thinking that in the past few days after the death of Yun Musheng, Yun Musheng did not hide in the room like he had at the beginning, and closed the door and saw no one.

Instead, he reads and practices martial arts as usual every day, and his schoolwork has never fallen, but he doesn't seem to joke with himself and Lingzhi in a smooth tone, even if there is an exchange, it's all the right thing, the tone is the same as Fang Cai, there is no fluctuation in tone, and there is no emotion, just lightly finish what needs to be said.

She quietly looked at the young man's back, and suddenly felt that something seemed to never go back to the past. The young man in front of him was no different from an adult man, and his broad shoulders were a little more majestic and mature.

Jiangnan Haojie Mound

With the burial of the coffin of the cloud broken branches, the funeral came to the last link. Since it is a funeral, there must be a farewell song, and every Huayun disciple has been a snowflake in the heavy snow of the Broken Cloud Mountain Range since he joined Huayun.

When it comes, it is light, when it goes, it is silent, when it gathers, the wind howls, and when it is scattered, it is white and flawless.

Therefore, whether it is a happy event or a funeral, the soundtrack is always the song "Wind and Snow Yin" created by Hua Xianzi's mother back then, and it has been sung to this day.

And the sword Chidori of the cloud broken branch before his death stood in front of the monument, waiting for its next owner. There is an unwritten rule in the funeral at Haojie's Tomb, if someone is confident that he can inherit the will of the deceased and pass on his faith, he will wait for the musician to play the whole song, and then one person will come forward and play it solo.

If the same teacher and brother approve of this person, they can use their own musical instruments to play with him, even if he does not know the rhythm, he can also clap his hands to beat him to express his approval of the successor, and the higher the status of the person who participates in the ensemble, the more convincing it is.

Other sects can also send representatives to play with them to express their recognition and respect for this person, of course, or the number of people in their own sect is important, in line with the principle that the minority obeys the majority, if the majority plays with it, this person can take the sword of the deceased during his lifetime and continue to carry forward the will of the deceased.

"Senior brother, what do you say if no one comes forward?"

A young disciple of the Tianxuan Sect asked at his senior brother.

"If no one comes to the prelude, the saber will stay in this heroic mound, accompany the deceased, many famous weapons, but they have fallen on this heroic mound, boy, do you want to go up and play a song to try."

Ji Qiyu joked, as one of the six mangs of Tianxuanzong, he was the least upright. "Senior brother made fun of me again, but so many famous weapons are hidden in Haojie Tomb, hasn't anyone stolen them?"

The boy continued. "The people who dare to come here to steal things are already the souls of the old sword ghost...

Not far away, a red-clothed and white-haired old man was sitting in the Peach Blossom Pavilion, carrying a pot of peach blossom brew and a giant sword on his back, silently watching the funeral of Haojie Tomb.

It is rumored that there were people in this world who broke through the shackles of martial arts attainments and reached the realm of people outside the sky, and were praised by the world as the stars of the world.

This person was one of the people who reached this realm, the first sword immortal in the world of swordsmanship, killing one person in a hundred steps, not staying for thousands of miles, and staying in Ximen, which was his former name.

Back then, if someone wanted to challenge this person, they could wait for him on the bridge next to the Xuanji Teahouse in the middle of the night, yes, it was the bridge that Huayun mourning team passed by when they came.

And now, this person has faded out of the rivers and lakes, the last style of the swordsmanship "Listening to the Rain Sword", no one has ever used it, he sold the Yijian Villa where he once lived, and became the guardian of this heroic mound, no one knows why he did this, maybe there is also a wisp of the soul of this heroic mound, and he cares about the soul.

Representatives of all sects and factions have gathered together, and "Wind and Snow Yin" is about to come to an end, and everyone is extremely looking forward to who will dare to step forward to pick up this thousand birds from one of the seven swords of Huayun.

At the end of the song, the aftermath lingered, and there was a dead silence in the Haojie mound, and only the sound of the wind blowing and falling leaves could be heard.

After a while, in the seat of Huayun's disciples, a young man's figure stood up, dressed in white, with long black and soft hair draped over his shoulders, he stared at the thousand birds in front of him, took out a handful of sheng engraved with cloud characters, and stepped forward to sit on the ground.

"Sheng'er, come back quickly, don't mess around!" Several Hua Yun deacons whispered to the young man.

After all, what this thousand birds are carrying is extremely heavy, and what the successor inherits not only has the name of Huayun's Seven Swords, the important task of revitalizing Huayun to recapture the fragment of "Seven Killings", but also has the meaning of arguing with all the enemies of Yun Zhizhi during his lifetime, including the Hidden Sun Pavilion that covers the sky with one hand in the rivers and lakes today.

"This... Who is this kid? ”

"It seems to be a little apprentice adopted by Yun Zhizhi more than ten years ago.,It's called.。。。 Yun Musheng is now in his prime. ”

Everyone talked about it, but the young man didn't pay attention to it, and the birds and beasts staggered, and the intoxicating "Wind and Snow Yin" sounded again from the sheng in the young man's hand, and the music was full of sadness, and his eyes were still full of dark clouds.

More than halfway through the song, the deacons in Huayun didn't seem to have any intention of playing with him, and the representatives of other sects basically didn't know anything about the child in front of them.

Hua Wenqing was a little anxious, she pulled the sleeves of the deacons, and seeing that these people were indifferent, she picked up the flute in her hand, no matter what, she had to stand up for the junior brother in front of her who grew up with her. But he was held by Deacon Yun Feng's wrist.

"How many enemies did Master Yun have during his lifetime, can you count them? Why, do you want your junior brother to die before he reaches adulthood? ”

Hua Wenqing seemed to have been knocked on the back of the head, and for a while, she hesitated, and just when she was hesitating, a pleasant sound of the guzheng piano, sweeping away the dust, came slowly...