Chapter 3, the coffin

Yue Buqun's head was tied with a white cloth, the eight elders and the seven hundred disciples up and down Huashan had already tied a white cloth on their heads, and Feng Qingyang, who had not left the Si Guo cliff for a long time, also went down to Huashan, tied a white scarf on his head, his expression was gloomy, and he stood in front of the Huashan Mountain Road as straight as a sharp arrow.

Two days ago, they received bad news: Master Kumei is dead.

- This is not the first time they have received bad news from Master Kumei, as early as five days ago, on September 27, they had already received the bad news from Master Kumei, which said: September 22, Master Kumei and Mo Pond fought in the wasteland. Tragically killed in battle.

They didn't believe this rumor, but this time they couldn't help but believe it, the basic content of the news was basically the same as the content they received five days ago, but there was just half a sentence: September 22, Master Kumei and Mo Dump Chi fought in the wasteland, unfortunately died, Master Kumei said before the duel that if this battle was lost, the disciples of Huashan could not seek revenge, so they could no longer pay attention to the death of Ling Hu Chong, and Gao Yanan was paid.

After receiving this letter, almost everyone understood that Master Kumei was looking for Mo Dump Chi to fight a decisive battle because of Ling Hu Chong's death. The matter of Ling Hu Chong is related to the face of the Huashan faction, and the most important thing in Master Kumei's life is the survival and rise and fall of the Huashan faction.

Master Kumei's moves are ruthless, and because it is a duel, he is ruthless, and Mo Dump Chi naturally finds it difficult to show mercy to Master Kumei, who is extremely advanced in martial arts, and then Master Kumei is not only defeated, but died at the hands of Mo Dump Chi.

At this moment, Yue Buqun's mood was extremely depressed, he still couldn't believe it when he was a master of Kumei, although Master Kumei's insistence on preferring lack to abuse was contrary to the concept of tolerance and greatness in the North Sect of Huashan, but he couldn't help but admit that if there was no Master Kumei, Huashan might be destroyed several times.

Therefore, when he heard that Master Kumei had died at the hands of the Ink Pool, his first thought was not to restrain his emotions as usual, but to find the Ink Pool and avenge Master Dry Plum, but now he had no way to take revenge.

Master Kumei's disciple Gao Yanan has already left Master Kumei's words before his death, this duel is absolutely fair and just, but because of the death of Ling Hu Chong, the façade of the Huashan faction duel, life and death are not in particular.

He wanted to do something for Master Kumei, but he found that the only way he had now was to wait here, wait for Master Kumei's coffin to come back, and then he would personally go to Huashan and be buried on the top of Huashan.

The remnants of autumn are like blood, and the sunset is like blood.

On September 27, on the mountain road, on the Huashan mountain road, a board car accompanied by the sound of wheels, with a very cold and depressing atmosphere towards the Chaoyang Peak of Huashan.

Chaoyang Peak is the main peak of the Huashan Sect of the Seven Great Sects of Martial Arts today, so naturally they are heading towards the Huashan Sect. The driver was a woman, and there was a woman and a coffin in the back of the cart.

Women are very fond of talking, but at this moment they can't say a word, and at this moment it seems that their minds are filled with hatred, so they can't say anything.

Murderous aura, two terrifying murderous auras emanated from the two women.

For a long, long time, I don't know how long it was, the woman in the willow-colored dress in front of her spoke, her voice was very hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken or drunk water for a year or two: "I'm about to arrive at Huashan." ”

The woman sitting in front of the coffin nodded, looked coldly at the earthy yellow mountain road in front of her, and said, "I know, there are some things we must ask clearly, and I must not let the master die in vain." Her voice was very sharp and calm, and it felt like a dark voice coming out of the underworld.

The woman driving the car nodded in agreement, and an extremely fierce hatred flashed in her eyes, and he also stared ahead, and said in a hoarse voice: "Although there are not many people in our Huashan Southern Sect, everyone is willing to die for the master, so this time we must seek justice." ”

The woman sitting behind the coffin did not echo or speak, but anyone could see that he agreed with the woman's words, and the firmness in his eyes was evidently stronger than that of the woman.

The sound of the car sounded, and the extremely gloomy atmosphere at the foot of Huashan Mountain added a touch of solemnity, and a disciple with a white cloth ran forward quickly, knelt at Yue Buqun's feet, and said, "Master, they are here." ”

Yue Buqun raised his head, and then looked at Feng Qingyang and the Eight Great Elders of Huashan beside him.

Feng Qingyang didn't speak, he didn't have any mood to open his mouth at this moment, when the disciple's voice just fell, Yue Buqun couldn't see Feng Qingyang, Feng Qingyang had already left, he had already walked forward quickly.

Anyone could see that he was in a hurry, and he wanted to see Master Kumei and take a look at Master Kumei.

Yue Buqun waved his hand, and immediately nearly eight hundred people walked towards the mountain road in front of him.

After walking five hundred meters, a board car, two women in the car appeared in their eyes, and Feng Qingyang was already standing in front of the board car, blocking the board car.

His eyes swept over the two women, and then his pupils shrank sharply and stared at the coffin, and he said, "Master Kumei is inside?" His tone was extremely calm, and there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation, but anyone could hear the suppressed pain in those words.

The young woman who was driving the car was just about to speak, and the woman in the apricot yellow dress sitting in the cart had already spoken, her voice was cold, her eyes were like sharp arrows staring at Feng Qingyang, and she said, "She's inside." ”

Feng Qingyang had already clenched his fists, but there was no expression on his face, and he asked, "What words did Master Kumei leave behind?"

The voice of the woman in the apricot yellow dress was still cold, and she said: "No matter how you live or die in this victory, all Huashan disciples are not allowed to seek revenge." After she finished speaking, she immediately jumped off the board, passed by Feng Qingyang directly, walked in front of Yue Buqun, handed Yue Buqun a letter, and said: "This is a letter written by the family teacher on the evening of September 21, and said that no matter how the duel is won or lost, the letter must be handed over to Yue Zhangmen." ”

Yue Buqun held the letter in both hands, looked at the woman with still sharp eyes, and asked, "Senior Sister Gao Ya, you seem to have something to say?"

The woman in the apricot yellow dress is Gao Yanan.

Gao Yanan is not a woman who knows how to be polite, at this time the master is dead, she doesn't know how to be polite, her eyes are as sharp as a sword staring at Yue Buqun, Yue Buqun can see the extremely sharp coldness in Gao Yanan's eyes, Yue Buqun's expression remains unchanged, he stares at Gao Yanan.

After a while, Gao Yanan retracted her gaze, she looked at Yue Buqun coldly and said, "I want to ask the head of the sect about something." ”

"What's the matter?"

"About Linghu Chong. Gao Yanan looked at Yue Buqun and said, "It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Ling Hu Chong has a relationship with Tian Boguang, who is already a lone wanderer in thousands of miles?"

Yue Buqun was silent, but he didn't stay silent for too long, and said, "Yes, Ling Hu Chong has a friendship with Tian Boguang, who is alone in ten thousand miles. ”

Gao Yanan's expression was cold, and he still asked calmly: "Dare to ask the head again, the reason why Ling Hu Chong has been the enemy of Mo Dumping Chi three or four times is because of the Yin thief Tian Boguang?"

Yue Buqun couldn't deny this, he could only nod.

Gao Yanan smiled coldly and said, "The disciples of the Huashan Sect are friends with a martial arts scum like Tian Boguang, why don't the head of the sect deal with it, and let Ling Hu rush down the mountain? ”

Yue Buqun was speechless.

Huashan is a decent family, there is such a disciple as Ling Hu Chong and he has not dealt with it, he is really to blame, not to mention the death of Master Kumei because of Ling Hu Chong, what else can he say?

He let out a long sigh, bowed to Gao Yanan, who gave up his hand but still looked fierce, and then said: "It is indeed my fault at this time, and I bear great responsibility for the death of Master Kumei. ”

It's just that Yue Buqun didn't say this sentence, Feng Qingyang had already spoken, Feng Qingyang said: "The head of the family didn't dispose of Ling Hu Chong is my meaning, I see that although Ling Hu Chong is friends with Tian Boguang, he is not in the same stream, so there is still room for salvation, not to mention that his high kendo talent is rare in the world, so I hope he can devote himself to studying swordsmanship to magnify my Huashan Sect." ”

Gao Yanan's expression was still calm and cold, he slowly turned around and looked at Feng Qingyang without being humble or arrogant: "In that case, why is the purpose of Ling Hu Chong's descent this time to seek revenge for Tian Boguang?"

Feng Qingyang didn't explain, and he couldn't explain either, he knew that Linghu Chong would definitely find the Ink Dumping Pool when he went down the mountain, and he would definitely fight with the Ink Dumping Pool because of Tian Boguang's heart knot, but he didn't expect things to come to this point.

He could only sigh and say, "This matter is my fault. ”

Gao Yanan said lightly: " This matter is naturally your fault, uncle, but the master has ordered our disciples of the Southern Sect to definitely not pursue this matter further, but even so, the younger generation still has to remind the uncle of one thing: Huashan has been in the forest of the seven major sects of martial arts for nearly two hundred years, and countless disciples with extremely high talents have appeared within the sect, but no matter how amazing the talents of these disciples are, if their conduct is not good, it is also a tumor of my Huashan faction, so the younger generation hopes that Uncle Shi will not make a big mistake that will make my Huashan faction regret for eternity. As soon as she said that, she bowed her hand to Feng Qingyang, and then glanced at the woman sitting in front of the carriage.

The woman in the willow dress immediately got up and found two pieces of wood and two thick ropes on the cart.

The rope was tied to the wood and tied to the coffin.

After these things were done, Gao Yanan and the woman with a gorgeous face but an extremely weak look carried the coffin and went straight to Huashan.

They didn't pay any attention to Feng Qingyang, Yue Buqun, the Eight Great Elders and the others, and they passed by.

Yue Buqun, Feng Qingyang, the eight elders, and nearly 800 disciples of Huashan followed the two women carrying the coffin to Huashan.

On September 27, Gao Yanan and Hua Zhenzhen carried the coffin to Huashan.

At noon on September 28, Gao Yanan and Hua Zhenzhen transported the coffin to Chaoyang Peak in Huashan, and Yue Buqun and others also arrived at Chaoyang Peak.

As soon as he arrived, Gao Yanan fainted, and the disciples of Huashan immediately treated him and helped Gao Yanan to chuang.

Huashan is depressed and sad.

On the same day, September 28, Yuan Suiyun and Lu Xiaofeng, who were driving to Huashan, met a person on the way, a person they did not know, but already knew his name as soon as they saw him.

When they saw that person, their hearts lit up, and they seemed to have seen the light of day. (To be continued.) )