said that Xu Xiangqian led the coffin up the mountain, but encountered an accident.

Mount Horse is a hill of graves that is not very high.

There is only one way up the mountain, which is not narrow, but it is not enough to carry two coffins in parallel.

When Xu Fang's coffin went up the mountain, he met a family who came down the mountain after the funeral.

This is a much larger group.

Those who hold white flags, those who carry filial piety lanterns, those who hold incense pavilions, and those who play suona music...... But the coffin has been buried in the ground, and it has not been seen.

The coffin bearers and funeral relatives and friends walked together, there were forty or fifty people, and it should be a solid family.

Xu Xiangqian held two paper figures in each hand in the middle of the road, and in contrast, he looked a little lonely.

"Hideous pathfinder, oblique golden axe. Suddenly, the god of danger and danger, Duan Bing Yinge. ”

He shouted, "Let one, let one!"

This is not rudeness, but the meaning of the funeral.

Ghosts are also gods, and danger is also manifest. The Pathfinder Ghost and the Dangerous Dao God, in fact, are the Pathfinder God and the Manifestation God, who are at the forefront of the procession at the funeral, responsible for guiding and driving away ghosts.

These two gods do have their respect, and they are recognized and sacrificed in the rituals recognized by the human race in this world, and they belong to the relatively orthodox existence of Shinto.

From the priesthood alone, they are not stronger than the White Bone God.

Of course, here, the funeral opening is only in the name of these two gods, not really able to control the gods.

It stands to reason that the opening words have been said, and the other side should be avoided. After all, this side is going up the mountain, that side is going down, this side is still carrying the coffin, and that side has been buried in the ground.

This is the reason, but not everyone pays attention to it.

There is a shiny boy on the opposite side, who is probably used to being pampered, and he can't endure hardship, so he leans on a chariot alone.

It is easy for a person to let go, but it is inconvenient to sit on a chariot unless he comes down.

Xu is self-respecting and arrogant, and Xu is relying on the number of people.

He begged Xu Xiangqian from a distance and said, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up!"

"You're unreasonable!" One of the descendants who carried the coffin couldn't help but say loudly: "Generally speaking, if there is a staggered up and down, it is the one who goes down the mountain to let the one go up the mountain, and the one who has already entered the earth is about to enter the earth." Are we going to stop the coffin for you?"

Along the way, Xu Xiangqian actually secretly exerted his strength, otherwise the two descendants would not be able to feel so relaxed when carrying the coffin.

At this moment, it is awe-inspiring, but it is full of energy.

"Hey, you're still energetic!" Brother Oily Light patted the armrest: "Go out and fight a few people!"

A few strong men in the crowd crowded forward.

He shouted, "Don't let it, stick waiting!"

On the side of the mountain, the two descendants who carried the coffin were suddenly speechless, and they were ready to lean to the side with the coffin.

Xu Xiangqian held the paper figure and stretched out his hand to stop: "Don't move!"

He looked at the other side contemptuously: "Who are you?

"Ha, is there really anyone who is not afraid of death, and he will set up a way with me?" Brother Oily Light came to his senses, regarded this as fun, and sneered: "And tell him, who this son is!"

Immediately a dog leg next to him said loudly: "My son-in-law, a good job in the general's office, and a guest in the inspection house! The three splashes on the street, the bastard tiger on the road, and Huang Laoqi in business, those are all my son-in-law's little brothers." Go and ask about the black and white! How many heroes of this age are there in this Linzi realm?"

Good guy, that sounds weird.

Xu Xiangqian was taken aback: "It turned out to be a ruffian and a stinky scoundrel!"

Without waiting for the person on the other side to attack, he also sneered in the same way: "You also tell him with me, who this son is!"

Brother Oily Boy forcibly suppressed his temper, and he also wanted to hear who was sacred.

I saw two descendants carrying the coffin, you look at me, I look at you...... There was no sound.

I really don't know who Xu Xiangqian is.

At this time, the back student's ears in front of the coffin moved, but it was Xu Xiangqian who secretly transmitted the message to him.

Xu Xiangqian turned his head while transmitting the sound, looked at him and said, "Don't worry about them being scared, just say it!"

Facing Xu Xiangqian's encouraging eyes, he said stiffly: "Li Longchuan of the Marquis of the Destruction City Mansion is a good buddy of my son-in-law. Chong Xuansheng of the Marquis of Bowang's Mansion begged to make friends with him. Yan Xiang's grandson always pays for him. The four major academies in the world, he is from the Eight Classics. Looking at the whole of Linzi, among his peers, there is no one he needs to bend over......"

Xu Xiangqian said a sentence in the voice, and he repeated it.

But the more you talk, the more weak your heart becomes, and the less qi you have...... This is too big, and it has no truth at all.

Brother Oily Brother was still interested in distinguishing at first, but when he heard the back, he only sneered.

There is only one way, such a person, still need to be buried to open the way? Such a person, and bury their family and friends in this Horse Mountain?

The grave mountain of Rushing Horse Mountain is good, but it also depends on where it is compared!

"Damn it, hammer them to death for me!" Brother Oily Light pointed angrily ahead: "It's so good to blow, let them kneel here, and repeat this to me a thousand times!"

A few strong men rushed forward.

Jiang Wangcha rushed over at this time and saw this scene.

"Stop!" Xu Xiangqianwu shouted, making the other side stunned.

As soon as he turned around, he happened to see Jiang Wang: "Come here, I can't spare my hand!"

Then he turned his head and shouted: "Today, we will drive the horse and the mountain to be proud here, see who dares to move!"

Jiang Wang's head was sweating.

It's really self-signed up to catch up with the horses, what kind of boring fun is this...... Or taste?

When the paper figure lands, it is considered to be in position. Of course, Xu Xiangqian's position has not yet arrived, so Xu Xiangqian really can't free his "hands", but in the face of these people opposite, he doesn't need to move his "hands" at all. He is purely lazy, and one of his many "boredoms".

But no matter what, Jiang Wang couldn't look at Xu Fang's bones and stop here.

Therefore, if you step forward, you must impose a small punishment.

But the oily boy on the other side shouted first: "Slow!"

His voice was already shaking.

He climbed down and looked at Jiang Wang...... The 'porter' behind him shook it to the end: "Zheng Gong ......"

The 'porter' stepped forward and kicked him over: "Lao Tzu is also qualified to greet you?"

"Yes, yes, yes. The oily boy got up from the ground and nodded: "The villain is rude, the villain is rude!"

He was fortunate to have seen this person, and he knew what Splash Three, Mixed Mountain Tiger, and Huang Laoqi were, and in front of this person, he didn't even have the qualifications to sit.

And the 'porter' himself was also extremely angry in his heart, because he knew that it was impossible to hide his identity. coldly swept the group of people behind him: "Rushing the horse mountain is a place to carry the dead, you sit decently, and you are in a hurry to be carried?"

The oily boy suddenly knelt down again, kowtowed, and said, "Don't dare, don't dare." ”

The 'porter' kicked him away again and scolded, "Get out!"

The oily boy didn't dare to say a word, and walked around Xu Fang's coffin in a gloomy manner, and then lay on the ground and really "rolled" down the mountain.

The group of people he was with no one dared to speak, what white flags, filial piety lanterns, incense pavilions...... It's all folded up. They all went down the hill from the side with their tails between their legs.

The 'porter' turned around and saw Jiang Wang with a smile on his face.

The smile was hateful.

"I've changed my mind, you can go. ”

Jiang Wang said, "I don't ask you what your name is. But you should know that from now on, your identity is no longer a secret between me and Chong Xuansheng. ”

The 'porter' looked at him for a moment, and finally turned away without saying a word.