A little girl knelt in the first position on the right hand of the mourning hall, and Zhang Yuhua's disciples knelt in the corresponding positions in turn. Ling'er is still young and thin, but she is wearing a wide and large filial piety coat, and the same loose filial piety hat on her head hangs down, covering Ling'er's eyes. Maybe it was because of the sudden death of Zhang Yuhua and his wife, and the clothes on Ling'er and the other disciples of Zhang Yuhua and his wife seemed to be made of improvisation, and they were either big or small when worn on their bodies.

"My father, my mother, why did you just shout that you died, leaving me a poor and lonely soul, in the days to come, how can you let me live in the future!"

Ling'er's painful face was covered with sad tears, and her nose was covered with long snot. Zhang Yuhua's disciples lost their respectable and amiable master and mother, and when they saw the heartbroken Ling'er, they all fell to the ground and shouted that their master and mother were crying. Outside the mourning hall was full of martial arts people from all factions who came to mourn and descend the mountain. Luo Junan and the disciples of the Huashan faction looked at the murderers or the chivalrous warriors who could not be saved when they saw death, and wanted to drive them out of Huashan, but today was the funeral of the junior brother and sister after all, in order for the funeral to go smoothly, Luo Junan held back the evil anger in his chest, and stepped aside to direct others to deal with other things in the funeral. Two days ago, Luo Junan and Chai Zhiheng drove away the heads of other factions, and those heads of the sects sent important figures from their respective sects to mourn Zhang Yuhua and his wife in courtesy, sympathy or ridicule.

In front of Ling'er to the right is a high-grade mahogany spirit table. In the middle of the mahogany table is a portrait of Zhang Yuhua and his wife. On both sides of the portrait are incense burners and vases, the incense inside the incense burns silently and rises in the air, and the lilies are inserted in the vases. In front of the incense burner and vase are bananas, apples, three animals, five bowls, and candles.

The mourning hall is 24 feet wide at the front and 8 feet wide at the back. The ceiling is 12 feet high, open the skylight, put screens on both sides, and paint colorful paintings such as "Swimming Dragon and Phoenix", "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea", "Lao Suo Playing Naughty Boy" and so on. In addition, the mourning shed is decorated with flower balls made of black and white cloth, and couplets are hung on both sides.

At the beginning of the memorial ceremony, He Dudao, the junior brother of Lu Pingliang of the Kongtong faction, knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, as if he was deeply saddened by the death of Zhang Yuhua and his wife. After the worship ceremony, since Zhang Yuhua and his wife only had one daughter, Ling'er walked in front with the portrait of Zhang Yuhua and his wife, and the other Huashan disciples followed behind, walking towards a cemetery where Huashan's disciples were buried in the back mountain. This hill is the burial place of the disciples of Huashan for generations. Located at the top of the mountain is the cemetery of the founder of Huashan, and the graves of the disciples of Huashan are arranged in order of the left and right of the backup. Underneath each master are buried their own apprentices. The graves of Zhang Yuhua and his wife are to the left of their master's hand. The coffins of Zhang Yuhua and his wife had been placed in the tomb according to feng shui, and the disciples of the Huashan sect began to bury the master and the master with shovels. Ling'er saw that she was about to say goodbye to her father and mother with the afterglow of burying her head all the time, and she wanted to jump off the grave and bury this place with her father and mother. Several senior brothers next to him saw Ling'er bending over from the ground where he was kneeling and standing up, howling and wanting to jump into the grave, hurriedly threw the shovel aside, and quickly grabbed Ling'er's arm. After several brothers surrounded Ling'er in the middle, they helped Ling'er up from the ground. The tears of the Huashan disciples present fell from their faces, slowly fell in the air, and hit the grass on the ground, and the tears were suddenly shattered. Ling'er lay in front of her father's grave, digging fresh soil on the grave with her hands, and the snot, tears, and soil on Ling'er's hands were mixed together, which was very dirty. Luo Junan instructed several disciples of Huashan to pick up Ling'er, and several apprentices surrounded Ling'er, holding Ling'er and slowly walking back to Huashan.

The bright moon in the sky emitted a cold, bright moonlight, and Luo Junan was in his bedroom, gathering the three eldest disciples of their three senior brothers.

"From today onwards, our Huashan will be disbanded, you go to inform your respective junior brothers and sisters, pack up your salutes and go down the mountain separately. ”

The three big disciples' already painful faces showed confusion and disbelief in their applications. They didn't understand that their master, uncle, and uncle had just died, and they hadn't taken revenge on Zhang Yuhua and his wife, but they heard Luo Junan say the idea of disbanding Huashan.

"Master, uncle, the Huashan faction is a major martial arts sect in the martial arts, although the master, uncle, and uncle have just passed away, and they have a great influence on the power of the Huashan faction, but any sect still can't underestimate our strength, and we have to avenge the master, uncle, and master!"

The three disciples knelt on the ground, refusing to follow Luo Junan's advice no matter what. Luo Junan told them that he knew the intentions of the three of them, but at the moment, the Huashan faction was in danger, and if it was not disbanded, it was likely to lead to the destruction of the sect.

"You all get up, get up quickly, I know that you are good disciples of Huashan, but because of this, I don't want you to lose your lives in vain, those who killed the junior brother and sister, will they let Huashan go, Huashan's strength is indeed strong, but Yuhua and his wife's martial arts are not strong, two fists are invincible to four hands, we Huashan don't know how many sects to face slaughter, we let you disband, not let the Huashan faction dissolve forever, you are ploughing the fields, In the leisure time of fishing, you must carefully practice martial arts, and when Huashan will stand again in the martial arts one day, you must come back to me at that time. ”

The three disciples walked back to their respective rooms with tears in their eyes, and told the Huashan disciples of each faction to walk down Huashan together after Luo Junan left, and they parted ways at the intersection of Huashan from then on. Crying and scolding rang out in the disciples' rooms. Luo Junan led Ling'er down from Huashan in the cold night. A person stood on the Delong Inn, looking at the only way to Shanghua Mountain with blazing eyes. During these three days, he did not notice the appearance of the person he was waiting for. It was getting late, and another man stood in his place, waiting for the man to appear. A yawn drifted in the silent night sky.

"Master is too careful in doing things, a small thing can make a big thing, and it can pose a major threat to him. ”

There was a rush of footsteps, and the yawning man immediately ducked under the railing, pricked up his ears, and opened his eyes wide to see if it could be the man they had been waiting for for so long. Luo Junan, a ten-year-old girl with a hat, walked down quickly from Huashan. The yawning man stood up after Luo Jun'an and Ling'er walked past the Delong Inn and tiptoed down the stairs back to the room.