In Chang'an City, there was a scene of slaughter, there were few pedestrians on the road, and the market shops were closed for three days, and there was a silent mourning for the Northwest General Army.

The white cloth curtain solemnly framed the three big characters of "General Soldier's Mansion" on the gate of the Song family.

Outside the courtyard, there are mountains of paper horse paper houses, and a bunch of neat paper soldiers.

The funeral drum band played on the avenue outside the house, not knowing whether it was for joy or grief.

Except for the people in the drum band, who played and played vigorously, the faces of the people who entered and exited the General Military Mansion were full of sadness and melancholy.

As soon as I entered the mansion, I saw rows of guards standing majestically on both sides with cold swords in their hands, wearing black strips of cloth on their heads, and there was no expression on their faces at all, only the cold sword seemed to tell the story of death.

The front of the eaves of each house was hung with black curtains, the lanterns hanging under the eaves of the corridor were all replaced with white ones, and the maids who walked back and forth in the house also wore black and white shorts, and white filial piety scarves were tied around their waists.

Continue to go inside, then arrive at the main hall of the General Soldier's Mansion, a golden silk nan wooden coffin placed in the center of the main hall, the huge laying word is eye-catching and solemn, this is the best coffin, the golden silk nan wood that grows up in the southwest jungle can be made in five hundred years, but after the completion of the coffin can be made of less pitiful, this golden silk nan wood coffin, at least half of Chang'an City can be bought.

When Song Yu saw this couplet, he thought that the couplet was neatly worded and deeply meaningful, so he decided to adopt it, but he really didn't know who this mysterious person was.

The upper link is: the meritorious master of the great plan of the river and mountain battle Qi Tiangai, and the lower link is: the descendants of the famous generation of the ancient generation of the marquis Yang Qingming and the blessing of Zeyin.

A group of Taoist priests in the hall were humming and chirping there, not knowing what they were reading, probably reciting some sutras for the supernatural souls, as well as jingling soul bells, so that the main hall did not seem so deserted.

Song Yu took the filial sons of the family to kneel on both sides of the hall, today is the day of Song Qing's funeral, and they all have to cheer up.

"Childe, someone is waiting in the back hall. A subordinate whispered in Song Yu's ear.

"Oh, who is it?" Song Yu didn't know who would come to visit in this extraordinary period, and the people who usually mourned would come directly to the front hall, but the people who came were waiting in the back hall, he asked suspiciously.

"I don't know, the man only said that he would wait for the son in the back hall, and didn't say anything else. The subordinates lowered their heads and answered Song Yu's question 1510, after all, this is now the actual ruler of the Song family, and the subordinates are all trembling when they talk to Song Yu.

"Lead the way!" Song Yu planned to go over to see what was going on, after all, it had been an eventful time recently, and the Song family couldn't get into any more trouble.

The subordinate led the way in front and led Song Yu to the back hall, only to see a plainly dressed stranger standing in front of a landscape painting in the back hall and quietly distracted.

"May I ask what your Excellency is called?" Song Yu came in for a long time, and the man just looked at the painting in a daze, but he didn't see it, so Song Yu had to greet first.

"Oh, you are Song Yu, the eldest son of the Song family!" the man heard Song Yu's words, hurriedly turned his head to look at him, and said curtly.

"It's contemptible, I don't know what Your Excellency has to say?" Song Yu arched his hand and signaled.

"My master wants to cooperate with you!" the man suddenly said in a mysterious tone.

"What do you mean by cooperation? Please make your words clearer. Song Yu looked at this stranger who came here to speak vainly, and his heart was not a taste.

"My father was killed by someone, and his body was separated, such a blood feud, is this just the end of the child?" the man suddenly spoke fiercely, gritting his teeth, as if his father had been killed.

"Oh?" As soon as Song Yu heard this person's words, as if there was a way to get rid of Li Zhen, he suddenly became interested, as long as he could kill Li Zhen to avenge his father, he would be willing to do whatever he wanted.

"Your Excellency, what do you call it?" Song Yu heard that since the other party intended to help them avenge, it was still necessary to inquire about the other party's name.

"It doesn't matter if I call it or not, as long as Childe cooperates with us, we guarantee that you can take revenge on your blood hatred, and my master also looked at Childe's pity, so he came up with such an excellent solution. Seeing that Song Yu seemed to have figured it out, the stranger continued to speak.

The man and Song Yu talked in the back hall for a long time, mysterious, and I didn't know what they said.

At noon, the Song Mansion was funeral, firecrackers rang out, and the drum band began to chirp.

Song Yu walked out with the support of his subordinates, holding the corner of the coffin, the dark money flew all over the sky, Song Qing's wives and concubines began to cry and grab the ground, sadness sometimes cannot be interpreted, after all, the northwest wolf is still quite generous to the women behind him.

"The road to Huangquan is open, lead the Taoist to come, filial son kneel!" a funeral deacon walked at the front of the line, muttering in his mouth, and Song Yu hurriedly knelt on the ground after hearing it.

After Song Yu got up, the funeral procession continued to march, and there were silent crowds on the street who came to mourn, they stood on both sides of the road, and many of them came to see the lively crowd.

"Send the soul back to heaven, all the ghosts and gods avoid it!Filial son kneels!" When the deacon walked to an intersection, he said another word, and Song Yu hurriedly knelt down again.

These are the customs of funerals in the northwest area, folk rumors say that after the death of a person, there will be a ghost from hell to summon the spirit, people will start to beat and beat the ghost to scare away after the person dies, so that the soul of the deceased goes to heaven, to avoid going to hell, filial piety kneeling is to thank those ghosts and gods who are convenient for the deceased.

The procession of the Song family's funeral stretched for several miles, and suddenly the procession in front stopped advancing.

"Long Kun, go to the front and see what's going on, don't miss the hour!" Song Yu said to Long Kun next to him.

"Okay!"

Long Kun rode on a tall white horse and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

At the end of the street stood a young man in a gray robe, standing alone in the cold wind, and no one knew what he wanted to do, except for the black sword on his body.

He exuded a chilling black aura, and even the horses stopped far away, not daring to continue.

"Hey, let's see what that guy wants to do?" Long Kun said to the guard next to him when he saw that man was acting strangely.

"Yes!"

The guard ran towards the man standing in the middle of the street with a spear in his hand, but before the guard could reach him, he was knocked out of the air by the young man's palm.

Long Kun couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this, there was a tricky guy here, he quickly turned back and told Song Yu the news.

"Oh! I see!" Song Yu was surprisingly calm this time, and nothing could mess with his mind anymore.

"Childe, that person is not good, should we strike first?" Long Kun said nervously in Song Yu's ear.

"Do you want to strike first? Are you sure we're that person's opponent?" Song Yu knew that person's strength too well, although he hadn't seen that person's face, but he already knew who was coming.

"What's the matter, do you know who is coming?" Long Kun didn't expect so many things to happen in the past few days, and now Song Yu had already known that someone would come to disrupt the funeral procession, and he couldn't understand his son, who had been playing since he was a child.

"If you should come, you will come sooner or later, you can't hide and you can't escape. Song Yu finished coldly and pursed his lips vigorously.

"Keep going, those who violate the order will be killed!" Song Yu issued the final order, this is the veteran of this horse, this order is the soul who once died under the Northwest Iron Horse.

The team continued to move forward, and Li Zhen slashed his sword to the ground, and a deep ravine instantly cracked on the ground.

He still came, and on the day of Song Qing's funeral, he still had no expression, still holding the killing.

The guards who walked in front saw the deep ravine, they held white flags in their hands, their eyes were full of endless faith, and they strode forward, falling into the ravine split by Li Zhen one by one.

The advancing team did not stop, did not avoid, and filled into the deep ravine one by one, because there was an order!

Li Zhen was dumbfounded when he saw such a scene, the soldiers under the Northwest Wolves, sure enough, they were all howling wolf cubs, and they saw that the ravines in front of them were filled in, just to let the coffin of the general soldier pass smoothly.

But in front of him stood a demon that was even more difficult than the ravine.

Song Yu didn't know what better excuse Li Zhen had for coming back this time, since no one could avoid an unprovoked provocation even if he died, then he could only let the blood flow freely.

The funeral procession crossed the ravine that was filled by people, but one by one they fell under Li Zhen's sharp blade.

Song Yu rushed towards Li Zhen without blinking his eyes, he knew that there was an abyss and a hell ahead, but he still went his own way, he wanted to make this world full of blood debts.

"Bang!" There was an explosion, and a figure flew out of the golden silk nan wooden coffin beside Song Yu, and a blood-red sword flew straight towards Li Zhen.

Li Zhen never expected a figure to fly out of the coffin, he was defenseless, a blood-red sword flew at great speed, deep into his chest, the sword body shining bright red.

Tianshan Bloodthirsty Sword!

The person holding the sword was Lin Chong, and he had sent someone to collude with Song Yu before, but he did not reveal his name, after all, in Song Yu, Lin Chong was just a minion's name.

He was lying in the coffin, he had already thought of hundreds of ways to kill Li Zhen, he didn't expect that the moment he rushed out, he was a little reluctant, this person who had fought with him all his life, died so simply, it was a pity, that sense of loss arose, and it was this feeling that made the bloodthirsty sword of Tianshan a little less angry.