The sky is clear, and the clouds are lined with cranes.

On the day of the funeral of Guiyi Demon Venerable, it was a rare good weather in recent days, good wind and water, not hot or cold, everything was just right.

Before flying to Yangguan Mansion, a group of several people watched Xue Yan take out two sets of cotton clothes, put them in his outer robes, stuffed the cotton wool into his boots, raised it a little, and finally scattered the external wound medicine Bingxin on his body, and the blue-clothed elder flew past her side, and smelled a faint medicinal fragrance around her.

The body shape, height, and aura have all changed, but they are quite fully disguised.

Elder Bai said something cool on the side: "It's really ridiculous that a disciple from a famous and decent family is like this. ”

Elder Jiang raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong with being cautious?" ”

The blue-clothed elder obviously also felt that this guy was very annoying: "You don't coax, you go and pick up Ye Yingge?" ”

Elder Bai said angrily: "Okay, okay, I said that you have ten thousand words waiting for me!" ”

Xue Yan was surprised, and Wen Sheng explained: "It's not good to have a conflict at the funeral after all. ”

After being discovered, if someone else wants to cut her, she always has to cut it back.

It's not good to kill people at funerals; And killing people at their own funerals is especially bad.

Xue Yanjing decided to follow behind his uncle the whole time, watching his nose and nose, not showing his edge, if it is not necessary, it is best not to say a few words.

When he arrived at Yangguan Mansion, looking at the crowd below, and the glimmer of countless flying magic weapons skimming the sky, Xue Yan was slightly stunned: "So many people? ”

Elder Jiang glanced at her, "Don't underestimate the Lord of the First Realm." ”

“……”

As a sign of respect, everyone dropped their heads outside the Demon Realm border and stepped into the city gate on foot.

Xue Yan looked at everything in front of her in shock, but unfortunately, as far as the eye could see, it was all bustling people and demons, blocking her vision of wanting to enjoy the scenery. Soon a demon clan came to lead the way, leading them to a huge square large enough to accommodate 10,000 people.

A huge portrait hung high in the air, the portrait was painted with the back of a man in black and a golden crown, with a long body and a jade body, golden and jade, when Xue Yan looked at the past, he saw him shake his sleeves, turned around slightly, revealing a small half of his side face, hooked his lips and smiled, such as Qionglin Yushu, Jiyue Qingfeng, a noble son.

It's a moving portrait.

The person in the painting does not think of the second person except for the oneness.

Occasionally, the breeze blows, and the picture scroll moves slightly, becoming more and more lifelike.

"This moving portrait is a secret technique that the Shuzhou Chen clan will never pass on, they are the most high, but I don't know when it will be the same as Guiyi," Xue Yan squeezed through the crowd and heard someone discuss, "This charm is really well depicted." ”

"Really? I thought he would look a little crazier. ”

“……”

Elder Jiang was also looking at the portrait and commented to Xue Yan in surprise: "The side face is a bit similar to you. ”

He also sighed like this, after all, it was only a small side of his face, and he couldn't see anything.

Below the portrait, on a high platform, there is a coffin.

Xue Yanjing wanted to know what was inside, but she couldn't open the coffin in front of everyone, so that she could ...... Too rude to herself.

While she was looking around, Elder Jiang suddenly pulled her and stuffed her behind her.

"How?" Xue Yan said in surprise.

"Immortal Martial Sect Master," Elder Jiang motioned for her to look to the right front, "By the way, you didn't bring the sand python with you today, did you?" ”

"Nope." She shook her head wistfully, originally only thinking about returning to the enemy, and almost forgot that she Xue Yanjing had actually provoked a grudge.

When the funeral officially began, the demon clan arranged them not far from the Xianwu Sect, and Elder Jiang suddenly looked even more nervous than Xue Yan, causing the rest of the elders to look at him suspiciously.

Xue Yan comforted Elder Jiang: "He didn't know that I killed someone, don't be weak-hearted." ”

Elder Jiang gave her a resentful glance.

The field was silent, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ye Yingge climbed onto the high platform and knelt down on one knee in front of the coffin of Guiyi.

After a moment of silence, she switched from one knee to two knees, leaning down and prostrating three times.

On the square, there was no sound, so much so that even Xue Yan was shocked to hear the sound of her forehead hitting the stone floor, which were three sturdy and neat heads.

"......" In view of the fact that she had just inserted a silver spear into Guiyi's heart a few days ago, everyone who saw this scene was in a complicated mood and was eager to pull the people around her to gossip.

Ye Yingge stared at the coffin for a long time, but finally didn't say anything and strode away from the high platform.

She killed him with her own hands, but she didn't seem to hate him.

The funeral continued, there were many demons lined up on the high platform to advance a wisp of sandalwood, looking at the color of their clothes, including generals and civilians, Xue Yan was shocked to see that some of them had red eyes, and inevitably remembered the sentence "unpopular" in the teahouse a few days ago.

Is it unpopular......

There was a mysterious song in the square, and between the low chanting and shallow singing, it seemed to be melodious, and everyone could not understand this language, but they only felt that there was a faint sadness and desolation in the tone, but it was really a natural sound that had never been heard in their lives.

Following the prestige, everyone is stunned, those singers are fishtails, floating in the low sky with a magic weapon like waves around them, which is the East China Sea shark people who rarely appear in front of people on weekdays.

The song is mysterious and charming, making people feel as if they are on the seaside, first the waves are stormy, and the waves crash against the reef; Then the wind and rain blow, and there is a lot of turmoil; In the end, the smoke is vast, and the breeze sends the sails. br />

This is a lamentation song sent by the East China Sea mermaid clan to the lord of the demon world.

From sorrow to silence, may he find the last peace.

Someone was crying, and the cry reached Xue Yan's ears, which made her feel a little melancholy, and then remembered the rumor that "the boots worn by Guiyi are made of mermaid skin in the East China Sea", and she couldn't cry or laugh again.

It is rumored that the mermaids never sing easily, and their singing is only given to very close friends.

In the sound of elegy, the representatives of the various sects in the immortal cultivation world also stepped forward one by one.

Xue Yan was shocked that there was a monk who loved to watch the excitement not far away, and she had been staring at it with her neck stretched, and every time she heard him exclaim, she guessed that there was probably some big man appearing.

It's a pity that she doesn't know any of these big people, and only recognizes a Su Qiongxiao who she had seen on Penglai Island before, as well as Shen Cangliu's parents who withdrew from her marriage, that is, the owner and wife of Pingsha Luoyan Building.

The queue of people to enter the incense is still in an endless stream after several hours.

It was a huge funeral.

Some people left after a stick of incense, some stood silent for a long time, and some left for a long, long time

A eulogy.

Some people hate him, some love him, some hate him, and some respect him.

There is a very different one in everyone's mouth.

But whether it is love or hate, disgust or respect, they will give him a stick of incense in front of his coffin.

Xue Yanjing had never realized so clearly that Gui Yi was the Lord of the First Realm, with great energy, he was not just a name and a symbol, not just a strong man with enemies everywhere, and not just a big villain in the mouth of those unpopular people who came to seek revenge.

His fall was a major event that shook the entire Three Realms.

It's like the end of an era.

And the only person who knew that he was not dead stood on the field, looking like the most inconspicuous of the thousands of mourners, carrying such a huge secret, but suddenly feeling relaxed.

In addition to the East China Sea shark clan, there are other clans in the demon world who come to pay their respects, the fox clan, the tiger clan, the Kun clan, and the Feipeng clan...... Coming and going, the human world Kyushu also sent their own teams to take the monk's magic weapon here to see off Guiyi.

There are historians in the cultivation world and historians in the world, who are writing hard and recording all kinds of things in front of them.

The female general in silver armor stood on the side of the high platform, watching all this with a little indifference.

When it was Xuantian Sect's turn, after Elder Bai put on a stick of incense, he stepped forward and saluted Ye Yingge: "General Ye." ”

"Today is his funeral, don't mention these," before he could explain his intentions, Ye Yingge had already guessed something, "I will definitely go to the cultivation world to visit you and discuss important matters with you in the coming day." ”

"Yes." Elder Bai reluctantly retreated.

While he was talking, Xue Yanjing also put incense on himself and slipped to his coffin. There was no one to guard it, no one dared to take advantage of him when he was alive, and no one dared to lift his coffin or dig his grave after he died.

She put down a bouquet of flowers in front of the coffin, raised her finger and gently rested it on the hardest and most expensive iron pear wood between the three realms, and in an instant, several golden rays of light under the coffin lid surged towards her fingertips, and along the finger she touched with the pear wood, the stars sank into her body like stars.

Xue Yan subconsciously looked at Ye Yingge, who was looking in other directions, and the golden light was hidden under the lid of the coffin, the light was not abundant, and the people under the high platform were not at the right angle, and they couldn't notice the movement here.

She hurriedly stepped off the high platform, and in order to prevent Ye Yingge from noticing something, she even changed her walking posture.

Ye Yingge looked straight ahead indifferently and didn't give her a look.

When Xue Yan was shocked to pass by the master of the Immortal Martial Sect, he was talking to a male cultivator, judging by his clothes, he was probably the head of another sect.

Their voices were very low: "Do you want to tell the truth about that incident?" ”

The Immortal Martial Sect Master shook his head: "Si Ren has passed away, what is the significance of that incident?" Who cares? ”

"Before you die, you name after you."

The Immortal Martial Sect Master chuckled meaninglessly: "Do you think he is the kind of person who cares about the name behind him?" ”

“……”

Xue Yan walked in a hurry, not thinking about the meaning of this conversation.

When she was about to leave with her uncle, she saw a woman standing outside the crowd, her expression was a little confused, and her face was as beautiful as a begonia.

Xue Yan paused slightly, said hello to Elder Jiang, and stepped forward to pat the woman's shoulder.

The Hongluan Saintess bent her waist and avoided her hand in an extremely soft posture, her right hand had already pinched her wrist quickly, and her left hand pinched a begonia flower-shaped magic weapon, but she froze before making a move: "It's you?" ”

Xue Yan touched his mask in shock: "So you can recognize me?" ”

The saint's eyes swept over her ridiculous disguise, and finally stopped at her fingertips, pursing her lips slightly: "I thought it was ...... Sure enough, the scourge lasted for a thousand years. ”

"You think I'm really dead?"

The saint blinked: "So, you remember who you are?" ”

"No, I just guessed it," Xue Yan shook his head, "Seriously, it's hard to guess." ”

"I didn't expect that after the amnesia, it would be much more intimate," the saint smiled slightly, "and knew to come and comfort me." ”

Xue Yan looked at her with a surprised smile: "Actually, I wanted to ask, is it inconvenient for me to settle the dividends of this year's Whale Drinking Building?" ”

“……”！