Far away, the voice of sorrow echoed in the sky.

After Han Yi shouted three times, he got off the stool.

At this time, only sparks were left in the flames that were still scorching and roasting, scurrying back and forth against the ground that had been blackened by themselves.

Han's father and a few uncles played back and forth with sticks to extinguish the last sparks, and then threw the sticks in place.

People who approached the fire were all red and swollen from the roast, as if they had been holding their breath underwater for a long time without gasping.

The crying gradually stopped.

The aunts supported each other and walked back.

There is one last thing left, to settle in the ground.

The last item, except for the children directly below, the women could not follow, and a group of people carried the coffin and the urn to the cemetery chosen by Mr. Yin and Yang.

At this point, things are simpler.

The immediate family members symbolically dug a few shovels of soil out of the dug grave, and then everyone worked together to lift the coffin and put it into the pit safely, and there was only one urn in the coffin.

After the coffin was covered, the immediate relatives took the lead in holding a few handfuls of soil on the coffin, and everyone helped fill it with shovels, and it took more than half an hour to pile up a grave like a steamed bun.

"Yellow paper copper money, cover bricks!"

After Mr. Yin and Yang finished speaking, the things that had been prepared long ago were put on top of the anti-theft soil bag, as if it had suddenly added ink to the meaningless soil bag.

"Erect a monument!"

"Wreath!"

Mr. Yin and Yang shouted two more sharp voices, the bluestone tablet was erected on the grave, and two wreaths were pressed on both sides of the grave.

Then Mr. Yin and Yang poured the wine and put it in front of the stele, and the big rooster was led by him and pressed it on the head of the stele.

"Giggles!······"

A loud rooster crow suddenly resounded in the heavens and the earth.

I don't know what kind of means this Mr. Yin and Yang used, so he directly picked up the attack, and there seemed to be a flash of cold light on his hand, and he saw that the rooster's neck was cut.

Then Mr. Yin Yang carried the rooster around the new grave of the third grandfather, walked around, and the rooster's head rushed down, and he sprinkled a circle of chicken blood.

"Alright, it's done, go back. ”

Seeing that the chicken's blood was sprinkled all over the grave, Mr. Yin Yang nodded with satisfaction, twisted the rooster's head, and killed it with a click, kicked it and walked to the village.

A group of people followed behind and walked back.

There will be nothing to do in the afternoon, and everything will have to wait until 57 and 35 days later, and the 57 will be burned.

Night.

It was as black as a thick inkstone, so deep that it couldn't be dissolved.

Han Yi stood in front of the ancestral hall.

He practiced his sword and walked around the ancestral hall.

At this time, candles were lit in the ancestral hall, and the tablet of the third ancestor had already been called to be made, and in a few days, it would be the first Hanjia Village person to put it in half a century.

The light and shadow emerged from the crack in the door of the ancestral hall, like a sword light, like a gaze.

Han Yi froze his footsteps, his breath was restrained to the extreme, and his mind sank into the dantian acupoint, and then with the flow of air, it flowed out through the perineal circumference, and came to the tail pass, and the first mouth of the sacral tube had been opened, so it was smoothly immersed.

After a slight pause, Han Yi felt a feeling of fullness, and rushed towards the first sacral hole on the left side near the sacral tube.

Pain!

Han Yi felt a heart-piercing pain, as if countless ants were gnawing at his waist, and as if someone was frantically cutting his bones with a chainsaw.

The pain of the heart.

Han Yi almost couldn't settle his mind, but he was also a Sect Master of Transformation Strength, and he could still bear such pain.

"Open!"

"Fuck you go with the flow, don't rush your thoughts, Lao Tzu is going to forcibly break open this sacral hole today!"

Boom!

There was another thunderous sound from his physical strength, as if a cannon bomb had exploded on Han Yi's body, and his body was shaken, but Han Yi still resisted, and his body just shook and suppressed this thunder sound.

Under the dominance of Han Yi's divine will, the breath rushed madly towards the sacral hole, and when the thunder sound in the body dissipated, this impact felt even stronger.

And after Han Yi felt the momentum of this impact constantly shaking his coccyx and sacrum, his expression did not change, as if an old monk was sitting still, even if the sky fell, he didn't care.

As soon as he hit like this, his body really made a crackling roar, like countless firecrackers exploding in his body, Han Yi's body trembled, and in the end, he still couldn't maintain his state of concentration, and he was simply dissolved.

There were no stars in the thick of the night, and by the end of an hour, the candles had already burned low, and there was only a trace of light left through the cracks in the door.

Han Yi gasped heavily, as if he had fought with the National People's Congress.

Since he worked with him to transform his strength and became a transformation strength master, he has not been as uncomfortable as he is now, and he feels like ten transformation strength masters are bigger in one breath.

"It turns out that Wu Jingang's predecessors said that opening the tail pass is like a flood from a dam, and now I finally understand that there is spinal fluid hidden in the sacral canal mouth, this is a pool of water, if I hit the sacral hole, the breath will inevitably shock to these spinal fluids, and as soon as the spinal fluid shakes, it will have a collateral effect, because there is a part of the breath that spontaneously refines and refines the qi, and the spinal fluid must be refined into pure yang qi!"

A flash of inspiration flashed in Han Yi's mind for a moment, thinking about experimenting once, but he had no energy at all, and his strength had long since been lost, so Han Yi could only walk home slowly.

"If you figure this out, even when you hit the next level, you will know why!"

Han Yi went down the mountain in disgrace and entered the yard, and after Erhuang barked, he slept with the old yellow dog and ignored Han Yi anymore.

Han Xiaoye fell asleep early, but it was his grandfather's house, and the lights were on at this time.

"Master, haven't slept yet?"

Han Yi entered his grandfather's house and saw that his grandfather was looking at the wall with nothing in a daze, so he was very puzzled.

"No, I can't sleep, I miss your third grandfather. "Grandpa was smoking a cigarette pouch, and the windows in the house hadn't been opened, and it smelled of smoke.

“······”

Han Yi didn't know how to tell his grandfather about the topic of the third grandfather, he was a sixteen-year-old young man after all.

"Xiao Yi, you said, your third grandfather didn't talk to me when he left, is he still blaming me, blaming me for ······ back then?"

Grandpa's eyes flashed with a look of remembrance.

Han Yi knew that this was an old secret, in that era, he called for sweeping away all cows, ghosts, snakes and gods, and the Third Ancestor was a typical example.

Grandpa got him back then.

"Master, Taiye is not that kind of person, Taiye has been thinking about refining into an immortal all his life, how can he care about this, if he hates you, how can his Dao heart be stable, besides, I don't think Taiye is that kind of person, you better go to bed early." ”

Han Yi took his grandfather's eye bags and coaxed his grandfather into the quilt like a child.

Two days later, Han Yi came to Xixian School.

Graduation photo, graduation party, and dinner are coming.

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At the end of the month, ask for a recommendation ticket, a monthly pass, thank you.