Wan Zhongkun's sudden death made Shangguan Yunrui a little inexplicable. I heard that Wan Zhongkun was out of the customs not long ago, why did he suddenly do it?

He originally wanted to go to Tart Xue to find Chen Jian, but he finally chose to return, but on the way back, he secretly found some well-known sects on the border between Huachen and Tart Xue, and asked them to secretly inquire about Chen Jian's whereabouts.

I'm sorry, Jian Chen, wait for me, I will definitely go to you as soon as I finish dealing with the affairs of Tianshan.

In addition to Shangguan Yunrui, there were many large and small sects on the rivers and lakes who expressed surprise at the news of Wan Zhongkun's death.

Although the Tianshan faction has lived outside the capital for a long time, its influence is comparable to that of leading sects such as Shaolin and Wudang. Wan Zhongkun is not only the Tianshan swordsmanship, but also elegant, humble, the Tianshan faction under his rule is famous, and the heads of many sects have to give three points to him.

After Wan Qian took office, the style of the sect in charge was completely different from Wan Zhongkun. Although the disciples are also strictly taught, the rules are rectified, and the Tianshan faction is in good order, but externally, Wan Qian is still a little too sharp, and his attitude towards his predecessors is not as kind as Wan Zhongkun.

The news of Wan Zhongkun's death this time made many people in the rivers and lakes who knew him bitterly, and in addition to being saddened, some sects that had some friendship with the Tianshan faction also rushed to the Tianshan Mountains one after another to participate in the condolences.

In the past few days, the Tianshan Sect has been shrouded in white, and everyone has a solemn expression.

Wan Lin had been waiting by Wan Zhongkun's body, not eating or drinking, just looking at Wan Zhongkun in the coffin in a daze, without saying a word.

And Wan Qian has been taking care of affairs up and down, preparing for the funeral three days later.

When the day was empty, Wan Qian came to the mourning hall with a food box, and he saw Wan Lin sitting quietly next to the coffin alone.

For a few days, Wan Lin's already thin body is now like a dead leaf in the cold wind, which makes people feel distressed.

Frowning, Wan Qian stepped forward and said, "Lin'er, let's eat something." ”

Wan Lin looked at Wan Qian, did not speak, but there was a hint of vigilance in his expression.

"Lin'er, the master has passed away, and his old man in the spirit of heaven will not want to see you like this, your body is important, you better eat some." Seeing that Wan Lin was indifferent, Wan Qian persuaded again.

"My father's death is so unclear, as a daughter, if you don't find out the truth for him, how can you eat with peace of mind?" Wan Lin muttered.

"It's not a matter of a day or two to catch an assassin, and now, it's the right thing for us to bury our master as much as possible. Wan Qian put down the food box and walked towards Wan Lin.

"I don't care about this, I just know that my father can't die so unclear! Senior brother, you don't find out the truth but you are so anxious to organize a funeral for your father, I don't approve!" Wan Lin was unrelenting.

Seeing that Wan Lin insisted on seeing it, Wan Qian was also angry, "I am the head of the house, I must let the master enter the ground as soon as possible, and no one is allowed to obstruct it, including you." After saying that, he threw his sleeves away angrily.

Wan Lin saw Wan Qian lose his temper and leave, but a trace of hesitation flashed between his eyebrows.

That night, when he heard Wan Qian's shout, he went to Wan Zhongkun's room for the first time.

In the room, Wan Qian sat on the ground in a daze with Wan Zhongkun's corpse in his arms, his expression full of grief.

Seeing her father killed, Wan Lin was in pain, and she cried on Wan Zhongkun's body for a whole day and night.

After the situation eased slightly, Wan Lin went to inquire about the cause of Wan Zhongkun's death, and Wan Qian told him that an assassin had broken in and killed Wan Zhongkun, and that he had fought with the assassins, but was defeated, and finally escaped by him.

At that time, she didn't doubt Wan Gan's words, but when she changed Wan Zhongkun's clothes, she found that things were very strange.

Wan Qian said that Wan Zhongkun was killed by an assassin with a sword, but she found that there was a faint palm print on Wan Zhongkun's back.

Although Wan Zhongkun is not a peerless master, his martial arts are still well-known in the rivers and lakes.

Those who can kill him with a sword are not worldly masters.

But if it was really the assassin's swordsmanship, why did he still receive a slap in the back?

Master duel, life and death are only in an instant, why do assassins use their palms when they have swords?

She sued Wan Qian for these doubts, but Wan Qian didn't seem to care.

In the past few days, he did not think about getting to the bottom of it and finding the assassin, but devoted his body and mind to Wan Zhongkun's funeral.

Not only that, but he also invited all the martial arts from all over the world to attend the funeral, especially the three urges and four invitations to let the martial arts alliance leader attend.

This qiē made Wan Lin feel very strange.

Especially, when he accidentally saw the saber on Wan Qian's waist.

The tip of the sword, the tip of the sword broke somehow.

This kind of thing made Wan Lin's mind flash a thought that he had thought of but didn't dare to think about in the end.

It was not the assassin who killed Wan Zhongkun, but the people around him.

This person is Wan Qian.

Although at the beginning, Wan Lin panicked about having this idea, but more and more doubts made her have to doubt the person closest to her.

Why would Wan Zhongkun be killed with a sword? Just because this person was his closest person, he didn't guard against it.

Why would Wan Qian disdain his suspicions, because he didn't want to track down the real murderer at all.

Now the key lies in the broken sword.

The broken tip of the sword must have been broken by his father before he died, in order to leave evidence.

Now, as long as you find the broken tip of the sword, the truth will be revealed.

Thinking of this, Wan Lin's eyes were on Wan Zhongkun lying in the coffin.

Wan Zhongkun in the coffin, his expression was indifferent, his eyes were slightly closed, and he lay quietly-

On this side, Wan Qianzheng returned to his room with an angry face, sitting on the edge of the bed and frowning.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of him, Wan Qian subconsciously stood up, and was shocked to see that there was an additional masked person in the room.

"You're here?" Wan Qian seemed to have expected the appearance of the masked man, and just said lightly.

The masked man glanced at Wan Qian, who was full of sorrow, smiled slightly, and said in a low voice, "You have done a good job in your master's business. However, your little junior sister, you have to deal with it well, she may already be suspicious of you, and you can't go wrong at a critical time. ”

Wan Qian glanced at the masked man, "Don't worry, Lin'er can't do anything." ”

"What I need is foolproof, and if you can't do it well, then I'll do it for you. Seeing Wan Qian's understatement, the masked man's expression changed.

Wan Qian hurriedly said, "If you don't do it, I'll handle it myself." ”

"It's better to be like that. Seeing Wan Qian's nervous expression, the masked man regained his expression and smiled faintly, "You even killed his old son, so why kill another daughter?"

His face was pale for a while, and Wan Qian was stunned and explained, "You know, I didn't mean to kill my master, it was just an accident, an accident." ”

As if he had lost his mind, Wan Qian's voice was extremely low.

The masked man smiled, "I don't care how the process is, I only focus on the result." Three days later, it will be your master's funeral, and I have already arranged a qiē for you, as long as you obediently follow my wishes, I guarantee that your wish will be fulfilled. ”

Wan Qian glanced at the masked man leisurely and asked cautiously, "Is he-really dead?"

"As long as everyone thinks he's dead, it doesn't matter if he's dead or not. And you, just do what I have to do for you, you don't need to pay attention to other things, and don't pay attention to them!" the masked man coldly dropped a sentence and disappeared.

Wan Qian saw the masked man leaving, and stood in the room for a long time, his eyes were full of chagrin, and more of self-blame.

However, in an instant, his gaze changed, and he climbed up his face a little strangely.

Outside the window, dark clouds obscured the bright moon, and the peaks of the Tianshan Mountains were all black.

Three days passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was time for Wan Zhongkun's funeral.

Wan Zhongkun was famous during his lifetime, and the Tianshan faction was a major faction in the Central Plains, and some famous sects at this funeral were basically all there.

What is different from the past is that there are many new faces in the Tianshan Mountains this time, and some small sects in the rivers and lakes that have little friendship with the Tianshan faction have also rushed to mourn.

In the open space outside the Tianshan Palace, Wan Zhongkun's coffin was placed in the center.

On both sides of the open space, there are many white seats, and now, they are almost all full.

Wan Qian stood outside the main hall, looking at the crowd in the open space, his brows furrowed.

Wan Zhongkun's condolence ceremony has ended, and he will be funeral soon, why haven't he seen Shangguan Yunrui yet? As the leader of the martial arts alliance, he should not be absent on this occasion.

said that Cao Cao Cao was coming, just as Wan Qian was thinking about whether today's funeral would continue, Shangguan Yunrui led the people of Wulin Yuan to hurry up.

Arching his hand to Wan Qian, Shangguan Yunrui found a place in the open space and sat down.

When he received the news that the Tianshan faction was holding Wan Zhongkun's funeral, Shangguan Yunrui was at the border pass, and in order to rush back in time, he sent a message to Chengfeng of Wulin Yuan, and the soldiers rushed to Tianshan together in two ways.

On the last day, Shangguan Yunrui met Chengfeng, who had been waiting for a long time, at the foot of the Tianshan Mountain, and hurried up the mountain.

Along the way, Shangguan Yunrui was thinking about Wan Zhongkun's death. I don't know why, he always has a feeling that Wan Zhongkun died strangely.

Listening to what Cheng Feng said, Wan Zhongkun was killed by an assassin with a sword, however, it is rare to be able to stab the head of Tianshan Mountain, who has been famous in the martial arts for many years, with a single sword, and he has no power to resist at all.

Moreover, why did the assassin kill Wan Zhongkun.

He had long since stepped down from his position as the head of the house, and now that he was an idle cloud and a wild crane, what kind of grudge did the Assassin have against him?

Therefore, he must catch the funeral and come to verify it in person.

Wan Qian saw Shangguan Yunrui sitting down, and his brows relaxed.

After clearing his throat, Wan Qian stepped forward and bowed his hand to everyone, "Shangguan Alliance Master, fellow martial artists, Wan Gan, on behalf of the Tianshan Sect, thank you for coming to my master's funeral." ”

"Master, his old man died a few days ago because he was killed by an assassin, and I am heartbroken. Today, we are here to hold a funeral for his old man's home, and invite fellow people from the rivers and lakes to come to pay their respects and comfort my Master's soul in heaven. With that, he bowed deeply to the audience.

Everyone in the audience stood up and saluted.

"The condolence ceremony has ended, and now I will lead the disciples of the Tianshan Sect to escort Master's coffin out of the funeral. ”

After Wan Qianlang announced, he slowly walked to the open space with the disciples of Tianshan and came to Wan Zhongkun's coffin.

Kneeling on his knees, Wan Qian's expression was sad, "Master, I'll send you on your way." ”

Turning the coffin, the ceremonial students reading the sacrificial text, and rotating the coffin -

Wan Zhongkun's coffin was slowly lifted, Wan Qian slowly stood up, and everyone around him also got up.

"Ten thousand masters and slow!"