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Zhuang Fulou and Shui Lianhuan parted ways after leaving the Confused Hall. Pinshu.com Shui Lianhuan picked up the medicine basket and went around collecting medicine, while Zhuang Fulou came to Wulinzhuang to visit Meng Chuanqing. However, when he arrived, Meng Chuanqing had already fallen off the cliff for two days.

Zhuang Fulou, who learned the bad news, was both heartbroken and regretful, regretting that he should not have broken with Meng Chuanqing at the beginning, and now he has no chance of reconciliation. Lost and depressed, he left Wulinzhuang with guilt and sadness.

Not long after Zhuang Fulou left, Meng Fanchen was out of the customs. For this matter, he was quite surprised, and after careful consideration, he decided to hold a funeral for Meng Chuanqing, and announced that Wulin: In order to compensate for the original sin, please ask the Taoist monk to do a Dharma meeting to transform the evil soul. The date was set in 10 days.

No one knows what the purpose of Meng Fanchen's move is, and why he is alone in the funeral for Meng Chuanqing. Although the rest of Wulinzhuang was opposed, under his majestic decision, no one dared to disobey. So, the people began to reluctantly hang white cloth and set up a mourning hall.

The news of the funeral of the second son of Wulinzhuang soon spread all over the rivers and lakes. Hearing this news, some people were happy and some were sad. The happy people sighed: The guy who corrupted the door style, was inferior to the beast, and his sister **, finally died. With the mentality of relieving their hatred, they will inevitably go to that puja.

People who are worried are puzzled. These people all know the recent situation of Wulinzhuang, and they don't understand why Meng Chuanqing just escaped from death, but he died suddenly. The most concerned about this matter is Ye Weiyang. After he heard the news, his brain, which had been stopped for a long time, was running at high speed again.

"Did their family of three really fall off a cliff?" Ye Weiyang asked Lao Sangxin.

Lao Sangxin replied: "That day, someone in Moxie Town did see a man in black holding a child, and was chased by Meng Chuanxin and fled outside the town. Meng Chuanqing, Yan Shangci and Meng Chuanwen also chased after him, but in the end, only Yan Shangci and Meng Chuanwen returned. Moreover, according to the subordinates of Wulinzhuang, after Yan Shangci came back, he was very emotional and always wanted to be martyred. ”

Xia Xingchen, who had been listening, asked, "Could it be that the man in black threw the child off the cliff, and the two of them jumped off to save the child?"

Ran Bizhi interjected: "He has no martial arts, maybe he was beaten." ”

Xia Xingchen muttered, "Is he just dead?"

Ran Bizhi said: "I have also seen the cliffs outside Moye Town, which are much deeper than the cliffs in the mountains behind us. Even if it is a martial arts like a hall master, it is impossible to be safe, let alone Meng Chuanqing, who has no martial arts. ”

Ye Weiyang looked at his subordinates, obviously very interested in this matter, and said with a smile: "In that case, you should go and see that festival and see what kind of reputation the people of Wulin Village are doing." Maybe it was because he was infused with Meng Chuanqing's blood, and when he heard the bad news, he felt a little reluctant in addition to regret. If it weren't for the fact that his body had not recovered, he would definitely visit Wulin Village in person to find out.

So, people from all walks of life, with all kinds of thoughts, rushed to Wulinzhuang to participate in that grand festival.

On the day of the festival, a street outside Wulin Village was covered with white cloth, and the word "Dian" was big on the gate, piercing people's eyes. The mourning hall is located in the lobby of Wulinzhuang, and a mahogany coffin is placed in Meng Chuanqing's clothes. Sang introduced, Sang Youyou, Yan Shangci, Meng rumored that the four of them were wearing filial piety clothes and standing on both sides, and some well-wishers came in to offer incense, so they nodded and thanked them.

Meng Fanchen was dressed in black, standing outside the door of the lobby, looking at the hundreds of martial arts people in the empty courtyard in front of him, his mind was unpredictable. In the empty courtyard, more than a dozen monks wearing monks' robes knocked on wooden fish, and the monks led by them wore big red robes, pinching Buddhist beads while reciting scriptures. Behind the monk, there were several rows of martial arts people, and when they looked closely, they were all familiar faces. For example, Lao Sangxin, Huo Chunqiu, Zhuang Fulou, and Shang Yuluo and Feihua, who disguised themselves as men. These people are all sincerely here for Meng Chuanqing. Those who were not sincere all stood at the end, looking at the mourning hall, pointing and whispering.

"If I had known that this was the end, why did I bother to treat it in the first place?" the girl's voice suddenly came from outside the gate. Everyone turned their heads and looked at the water chain that walked in, she was as light and plain as before, blue clothes, beautiful and gorgeous, but with a little sadness on her face.

The water chain walked towards the mourning hall step by step, and the footsteps were extremely heavy, and the short distance seemed to be thousands of miles away. I walked for a long time before I arrived. She took the incense handed over by Yan Shangci, inserted it in the incense burner, and said, "Meng Chuanqing, you can rest in peace." And bowed deeply three times.

After doing all this, Shui Lianhuan returned to the courtyard and sat cross-legged beside Zhuang Fulou. She glanced at Meng Fanchen, who had an indifferent expression, then clasped her hands together and began to express her affection for Meng.

Meng Fanchen saw that there were three sects and nine streams on the rivers and lakes, and all the characters with heads and faces came, and his heart was secretly refreshed. He cleared his throat and said, "Thank you for coming to the dog's funeral." Today, all of them are heroes on the rivers and lakes, although the dog was notorious during his lifetime, but for the sake of his death, regardless of the past suspicions, a pillar of incense for him, and the soul of the dead. ”

"Master Meng Zhuang!" a voice behind Shui Lianhuan shouted, "I don't like to hear what you say. Although the boy surnamed Meng does not have a good reputation, he is also a person from your Wulin Village, and you should be incense. Why should we give it to him?"

"That's it. This kind of beast is inferior to the beast, and it should go to the eighteen layers of hell, how can it be qualified to enjoy the incense we offer. Someone behind him shouted.

When Meng Fanchen heard this, he didn't laugh angrily, and said, "I know that everyone still cares about the matter between the dog and the little girl before. Now, his bones are gone, and he has suffered retribution. He shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that he didn't know who his biological parents were until he died, which can be regarded as a little regret." ”

"Master Meng, what do you mean by this?" someone in the crowd was puzzled and asked.

Meng Fanchen said: "You must also know that Meng Chuanqing is the child I adopted. I never told him about his background. Now, before this mourning hall, I tell him about his life experience, which is the last journey for me, as a father, to send him. ”

"After talking for a long time, where did this kid come from?" one asked.

"He ......" Meng Fanchen had just opened his mouth, and suddenly there was a melodious sound of fairy music outside the door. Everyone closed their eyes and listened attentively, only to feel as if they were in a fairyland.

The voice stopped abruptly, and a man and a woman suddenly appeared outside the gate, and the two stood on either side, like guards. Immediately afterward, a white figure leaped over the gate and passed through the courtyard wall, like a light butterfly, slowly floating above everyone's heads to the outside of the mourning hall.

When everyone saw this superb light work, they all smacked their tongues and exclaimed. However, the person concerned settled outside the mourning hall, looked at the coffin in the house, and the tablet in front of the coffin, and wrote "The Spirit Seat of UnXiao Zimeng's Love", and was distracted for a moment.

Meng Fanchen looked at the woman in white in front of him and asked, "Who are you?"

God Wuwu didn't look at Meng Fanchen, raised his sleeves and waved, and a white silk suddenly shot towards the spiritual position. Yan Shangci, who was closest to the spiritual seat, was about to open his mouth to stop it, but saw Bai Aya suddenly open and nail it in front of the coffin, just blocking the tablet.

Shen Wuxian waved his right hand without stopping, and one after another energy rushed out from his fingertips and hit Bai Aya. Bai Aya flickered and closed, about seven or eight back and forth, Shen Wuwu stopped the exercise, five fingers pulled in his arms, Bai Aya seemed to have wings, and suddenly floated to the front of the lobby door, blocking the entire door.

Everyone looked at Bai Aya and saw a poem.

"Freshly dressed angry horse boy

Don't get drunk and drunk thousands of tents

The red dust is like blood-stained handsome clothes

Who can sing if there is no song for a long time

This will be broken and cleared

Laughter is also a sharp edge

The lights of thousands of homes are lit up tonight

There are no good sons in the rivers and lakes."

The style of the poem is in regular italics, and the incense ash in front of the spiritual seat is written in ink, and the words are neat.

When the people in the courtyard saw this poem, the people sitting stood up excitedly, and the people standing behind them also scrambled forward. Shui Lianhuan stared at Bai Aya, couldn't help but read out the whole poem, and finally sighed: "There are no good sons in the rivers and lakes...... Xiao Meng, if you could have heard it earlier, you wouldn't have so many regrets. ”

None of those present have ever seen God's forgiveness. Seeing that she had such a high opinion of Meng Chuanqing, she couldn't help but talk about it.

"Who is this woman? She can write an inscription with incense ash, and she has been stained on it for so long, and she doesn't even have a trace of ash off, this skill is really profound. ”

"Yes, it's not bad to look at her light skills, I don't know which school of masters has such a high opinion of Meng Chuanqing. ”

"There are no good sons in the rivers and lakes, is it really as she said, there will be no good sons in the rivers and lakes in the future?"

At this time, the corner of Bai Aya was pulled, and the four mermaids in the lobby rushed out. Seeing this poem, Yan Shangci couldn't hold back anymore, covered his face and cried bitterly.

God Wuxian glanced at Yan Shangci, walked up to her, and said, "On the sea that day, I saved the lives of both of you, and you both owe me a favor." Now that he has passed away, it is destiny, and you are still alive, so you must return this favor. ”

Yan Shangci looked at God without forgiveness in astonishment, "You saved us at that time?"

God Wuwu said lightly: "You also owe me a favor." If you are alive in the future, you must pay it back. ”

Yan Shangci frowned slightly, and said, "How do you want me to pay it back?"

God did not answer, but turned away, intending to leave. At this time, Meng Fanchen suddenly spoke: "Who are you, what kind of bad poem was inscribed on my son's funeral!"

Meng Fanchen didn't know how angry he was. originally planned to take this opportunity to expose Meng Chuanqing's true identity, so that the world would know that this corrupt and notorious person was Lou Zhongcong's son. He wants to let the world know that Lou Zhongcong gave birth to a scum in the rivers and lakes, and the so-called father must have a son, which proves that Lou Zhongcong is also a scum in the rivers and lakes. However, all plans were disrupted by this woman who suddenly appeared.

Shen Wuwu's eyes changed, and he said coldly: "This poem is given to Ling Lang, whether it is good or bad, I can't comment on it." You're not qualified to make irresponsible remarks in front of me. ”

"You!" Meng Fanchen was extremely angry, this woman was so arrogant that she didn't take herself seriously. He stepped forward, stopped Shen Wuwu, and said: "This is Wulin Village, it is my territory, you trespass here, and you dare to speak disrespectfully to me." ”

Shen Wuxian looked at him with cold eyes, and said, "What, do you want to do something with me?" As soon as the words fell, he suddenly slapped Meng Fanchen.

Meng Fanchen hurriedly exercised his skills, resisted this sudden palm, and used the power of this palm, only to realize the gap between himself and God's unforgiving. This powerful palm power should not have been issued by a woman at all, and it shook him almost out of his body, and he fell far away, spitting out a mouthful of old blood.

God Wuxian looked at Meng Fanchen, who could barely get up, and said coldly: "In this world, there are only three people who are qualified to do something with me, and you are far from qualified." ”

Meng Fanchen was a little unconvinced, and asked, "Which three people?"

Shen Wuxian said slowly: "The heir of the Prodigal Son Valley, the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and the young pavilion master of the Lingyuan Pavilion. ”

Meng Fanchen saw that God did not mention his previous name, and the anger in his heart was even more uncomfortable. Why? Why can Lou Zhongcong be ranked among these three people? In the past, I was also as famous as Lou Zhongcong, so why can't I fight with you?

The martial arts people present sighed and sighed at these three people, and after Meng Fanchen heard this, his heart sank again. Today, this goddess-like character has a very high opinion of Lou Zhongcong's father and son, even if the true identity of Meng Chuanqing is revealed, it will be covered by Lou Zhongcong's "qualifications", and it won't play a big role. On the contrary, it is possible to reveal your identity, so let's find another opportunity.

"I can't believe that you have such a high opinion of me. In the crowd, a man in yellow shook a folding fan, looked at God without forgiveness, and smiled with smoke.

God Wuwu glanced at the boy and was slightly stunned. But at this time, Childe jumped up, performed light skills, and left the courtyard. God jumped up and chased after him. Outside the door, the Mandate of Heaven and the Emperor also left together.

"Young Pavilion Master!" Zhuang Fulou and Shui Lianhuan looked at the disappearing figure of the man in yellow and glanced at each other.

God unforgivingly chased Sprite to the edge of the cliff.

"What are you doing here?" asked God Unforgiving.

Sprite Yuan smiled: "Of course, it's to pay tribute to the dead." ”

God Wuwu looked at the abyss under his feet and said, "Is there really an undead?"

Xue Biyuan said: "Whether you believe it or not, the Meng Chuanqing you know is indeed dead." ”

God said without forgiveness, "Do you have something to say?"

Sprite said: "However, I watched the sky a few nights ago and found that the faint star was bright enough to blind people's eyes. ”

Shen Wuwu's face changed, and he asked, "Where is that star?"

Sprite opened her lips and spit out the word lightly: "Oriental." After saying that, he flew away with light skills.

A moment later, the two of them arrived, Heavenly Mandate and Huang Ji, standing behind God Wuxi.

God said without forgiveness: "Mandate of Heaven, Emperor, there is one thing to be handed over to you to do, you must be careful and careful, there is a beginning and an end." ”

"Please command, the Pavilion Master!" the two said in unison.

Shen Wuxian turned to look at the two of them, and said a few words. After hearing this, the two glanced at each other and said, "Please rest assured, we will definitely complete our mission." ”

Note: The poem titled by God without forgiveness is not original, it is from Huanji's ancient style words "Mo Shang Hundred Flowers Kill", pick a few sentences, and make minor changes.

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