October 17, Chenshi, the western suburbs of Fengcheng. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

With a few salutes, the gongs and drums were noisy, and after the excitement, the mourning music was played, and thousands of people from the Jiang family in Fengcheng mourned together, and everyone grieved together.

Headed by Jiang Lin, Sun Zhuo, and Fang Qianyuan, supplemented by the blood relatives of the Jiang family in Fengcheng, and a total of eight people from the Qintian Academy of Zongmen, the spiritual supporters of each person were based on a corner, and slowly lifted the ebony coffin weighing more than 1,000 jun, until it went to the open space outside the mourning hall, and handed it over to the prepared wrestlers.

The various forces around Fengcheng have already set up sacrificial sheds along the road, and there are many envoys from all over the country who come to watch the ceremony, which can be said to be extremely glorious.

But everyone understands that the dead are gone, and now it is time for the living.

No matter how legendary and inspirational a generation of strong people is, once they die, they will disappear.

The Fengcheng Jiang family may be able to enjoy a hundred years of blessings with his legacy, and still maintain the specifications and status of the family, but from now on, they will no longer see the face of His Excellency Jiang Yunfeng, the Monarch of Wanli, but other things.

After a few hours, the funeral procession finally arrived at the cemetery a hundred miles away.

Fang Qianyuan silently watched as the coffin was carried into the underground palace, and then the broken dragon stone slowly descended, and the craftsman who had already prepared stepped forward to paste the wall, sealed it, and moved the huge tombstone to the right, without any expression on his face.

Because he understands that what is buried now is only a garment.

The corpse of the legendary powerhouse, for all forces, is a treasure containing great secrets, the habit of the sect is to collect the body of the master above the ground level in a unified manner, bury, and keep it in the cemetery set up by the sect.

After that, the family members hung and mourned, and they were all clothed and graves here, and the real corpses were only qualified to be approached by those who were promoted to the rank and above.

This is to prevent it from being stolen by the youngsters.

It is true that the earth-level master and the human-level monk are not characters in the same world, and any of his legacies, cause and effect, are not something that an idle person can bear.

Fang Qianyuan inexplicably thought of his relationship with the Jiang family in Fengcheng.

Of course, he can take care of the bereaved family of his master, but if there are enemies and grievances in the future, it is also possible to harm them, and this is not something that he can control.

Fortunately, the wisdom of the predecessors has already designed a set of rules and regulations, as long as it is done according to the rules, there will be no problems.

By the time everything was done, Fang Qianyuan returned to the makeshift mountain courtyard, where the servants had already prepared dinner to entertain the funeral procession.

"Hey, what are you thinking, with a serious face. ”

Just as Fang Qianyuan was thinking, the fragrant wind around him fluttered, and a snow-white and tender palm suddenly spread out in front of his eyes and shook it a few times.

It was the palm of the ink fairy Lin Qiao.

The two had a friendship of studying the way of Danqing together, and after the separation in the Liuyun Cave, they also maintained correspondence, often exchanging painting skills and sharing experiences, so it can be said that they are friends who have more contacts, so even if they meet again after three years, they have not seen each other.

Now that the funeral has been basically completed, the sad sorrow has passed, and the busy has been busy, Lin Qiao couldn't help but want to chat with Fang Qianyuan, but seeing him with a serious look, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

Fang Qianyuan glanced at her, the current ink fairy Lin Qiao, wearing a snow-white plain dress, because he came to attend the funeral, there was no decoration on his body, and he didn't even wear much makeup.

But she is a young woman in her teens, and even if she doesn't rely on clothes, she is just as beautiful.

This made Fang Qianyuan can't help but think of a poem, clear water comes out of hibiscus, and it is natural to carve and decorate.

Lin Qiao withdrew his hand, but said with some confusion: "Why have you become so boring, talking, huh?"

Fang Qianyuan came back to his senses and said, "I'm sorry, I was really thinking about things just now. ”

He paused for a moment and said, "When I picked you up a few days ago, wasn't there a soldier attacking, and I still haven't found out their origin and identity, if it's really just coming at me, it's fine, if it's not good for the Fengcheng Jiang family, it's not good." ”

Lin Qiao suddenly realized: "It turns out that you are worried about this, this is the matter of your earth-level masters, and I can't help much, it's a pity." ”

She thought for a while, and then comforted: "But didn't you say that day that the other party was hit by your claws...... Shouldn't there be any major problems?"

Fang Qianyuan nodded, and said: "It's the dark devil's claw, this move is based on the wind claw, the true meaning is the inside, it has both the darkness of the demon and the power of ice, it can lurk, erod, transform, and kill people invisibly, even if it is me, I need to concentrate and go all out to be able to perform it in battle, it is not so easy to crack." ”

He didn't tell Lin Qiao a little bit, for the sake of research, he even tried to inject a trace of the power of time that he had cultivated with great difficulty, wanting to see what changes would happen, which made this trick even more insidious and difficult.

This is already the most insidious and vicious trick he has been able to perform so far, if the other party knows that it is powerful, he will not dare to make any changes in a short period of time.

Regardless of whether the other party came at him or wanted to be unfavorable to the Fengcheng Jiang family, it was necessary for Fang Qianyuan to use effective means to deter him.

"I don't quite understand what you're saying, but it feels amazing. Lin Qiao sighed.

Fang Qianyuan suddenly remembered something, but he looked at her a few times with some confusion, and asked, "I almost forgot to ask, why are you still here?"

"What do you mean, do you hate to see me? Last time, I don't know who sent me the Zhongzhou landscape I painted, and asked someone for guidance. Lin Qiao snorted and said angrily.

The seven fairies of Liuyun Cave all have the beauty of the city, and they are disgusted and happy, as if they have been wronged and indignant, but they are also quite cute.

Fang Qianyuan smiled faintly and said, "Don't pretend to be stupid, not everyone here can follow, and it's not suitable." ”

Lin Qiao froze for a moment, thought about it, and had no choice but to beckon Fang Qianyuan to the side, and whispered: "I'll tell you something, you must not spread it......"

"I respect her, and you respect you...... This way and that...... You know?"

Fang Qianyuan was immediately relieved.

It turns out that those scandals are not unfounded.

Shizun is also a man, and it is inevitable that he will be widowed.

However, Fang Qianyuan still didn't understand, even if he really had some dewy fate when he was young, and the relationship was unclear, at this time, what should he do again? Fengcheng Jiang's family is not a small family, and Liuyun Cave does not need to compete for inheritance, everyone just doesn't get along with each other when they are old and dead, why bother looking at each other and still spinning in front of them?

Fang Qianyuan euphemistically said what he meant, Lin Qiao suddenly couldn't beat him, glared at him fiercely, and said, "Things are not that simple!"