The sun and the moon alternated, and the period of the funeral came quietly. Everyone in Shushan was wearing mourning clothes. The dead were the most important, and even Chen Wuxuan's status and status were also wearing mourning clothes to show respect for the deceased. However, most people in Shushan lineage wore white clothes all year round, and this time the funeral ceremony was also worn in white clothes and could not taste any difference.

The rules of Shushan, the funeral is very simple. It was originally possible to put a few incense sticks and then send it to Yingling Pavilion by Chen Wuxuan. I never thought that this time, there were so many knights in the world, and they had to make the funeral more complicated. Otherwise, how could they be worthy of the hard work of these knights who traveled thousands of miles to come. Just after Chen time, the clouds and mist were bleak on the mountain, and the square in front of the hall was already full of people, bustling and crowded. It is not in vain that the disciples of Shushan informed each sect of the funerals from door to door last night. However, according to common sense, weddings and funerals,

No one comes to congratulate any major events with weapons. People should still give enough face on the ground. The weapons are fierce. What if you do a wedding? It’s just that a sword immortal in Shushan is strange to hold a funeral. The disciples treated each other with polite arms, but the guests who came to pay their respects were bulging waists. It seems that there were many hidden weapons hidden. What’s more, a tiger-powered mace that was almost ten feet long stood beside them. The fat-headed monk with crescent scars on his face also carried a crescent shovel, with his eyes wide open, and he chose someone to eat.

Even if the disciples of Shushan practiced a pure and elegant state of mind, they would not help but feel a little angry. As the saying goes, the clay bodhisattva has three parts of earth. What's more, these younger disciples of Shushan are not yet profound in their cultivation. At this moment, they are at the Hengfeng funeral that they most respected and respected. These heroes of the martial arts world with weapons are really unable to greet each other, so they gritted their teeth one by one, probably not taking into account the funeral, and they immediately started to start. So young people still have insufficient cultivation. Let's look at Chen Wuxuan, the leader of Shushan, sitting firmly on the platform, his eyes slightly closed, like an old god wandering outside the sky, his six senses are pure, but because of his ability to keep his face, he looks like a middle-aged man, which really makes people unable to imagine that the gods are among the gods.

Seeing the sun reaching the middle of the sky, the clouds and mists dissipated a little. The disciples sent as Li Li thought it was almost time and shouted: "The time has come, the funeral has begun, and the funeral has begun." As soon as he finished speaking, three figures flew from outside, stepping on the shoulders of many heroes and crossing to the front of the team participating in the mourning.

The three of them landed, and the voice of the disciples who were receiving gifts at the door came: "Chen Longxiang Chen Shaoxia, Yizhou heroes thieves power and wealthy, and the god captain Pei Jinxiu arrived."

The three of them respectfully rushed to Chen Wuxuan on the high platform and said, "The younger generation has delayed the matter on the road. I'm just going to make a step back and disturbed Brother Heng's funeral process. I'm really sorry. Please ask Xuan Wudao to be generous and give it more."

Chen Wuxuan opened his eyes and signaled the disciples of Sili to continue. The disciples of Sili continued. The burial itself is the first step of the funeral. The immediate relatives of the deceased need to wear old clothes for the deceased, tie a hemp rope on the ankle, and contain jade or coins in the mouth. The princes and nobles may hold night pearls or some precious treasures to make the body immortal. The golden mattress in the coffin is laid on the bottom, and the deceased is covered with silver-white quilts, which means gold and silver. The deceased is laid on the head of a mountain pillow, and a river-shaped item is placed at the foot, which means head resting on the mountain and foot. The deceased has seven coins and seven cottons on the body, which means back.

People keep their children and wealth. After the burial, a bright lamp is lit in front of the coffin. The lamp is bright and people live forever. There are many kinds of things, but in short, it is very complicated. However, Hengfeng has no relatives, no elders in front of them, and no descendants in the future. The body has long been burned into ashes by Yun Zangfeng. Everything can only be simple, put the porcelain niche containing Hengfeng's ashes into the coffin, and then put the coffin into the stone coffin. In fact, this is just a mere trial for outsiders to see. There was no habit of burial in Shushan in all dynasties. They were cremated and sent to the Yingling Pavilion. Just put a tablet on it. When these guests left, the porcelain niche must be taken out.

After the funeral, there was another ceremony, and one set of things came out one after another. When the sun was far west and everyone fell asleep, the funeral was over. The sound of the disciples of Sili announced the end of the funeral fell. Chen Wuxuan, who had not mentioned anything from morning to afternoon, stood up and said with his fists, clasped his fists and said, "The funeral is over. I am grateful to all the martial arts fellow martial artists for the care of Hengfeng, a disciple of Shushan. The gratitude is really beyond words.

The mountain of Shu is poor, and does not like to eat big fish and meat. There is little meat in the food. I believe you are unhappy with it. Please take care of the care of the poor hospitality. Now the funeral of disciple Hengfeng is over. Please go to the canteen to share dinner. After dinner, the disciple who is willing to go down the mountain will send him off. If you don’t want to go down the mountain, you can linger on the mountain for several days. Within your ability, Shushan should treat him with courtesy to fulfill his friendship as a landlord.”

The fat monk with a crescent shovel in the middle of the crowd stood up and spitted on the ground: "His grandma, this bird funeral has finally ended. Let me tell you the truth, Master Buddha, I am not here today for the bird goods of Hengfeng. I heard that there was a girl named Long Ling hidden on Shushan. Hua Rong Yuemei, and Master Buddha came for her. Master Xuanwu, who knew the truth, handed her over, otherwise I wouldn't care about you, Shushan or Shushan, and the head of the sect is not the head of the sect. I burned the Buddha away with a fire."

Chen Longxiang laughed and said, "I think you are the tiger-headed monk who was driven out of Shaolin Temple in Songshan? I heard that you were hit by the dead wood elder among the Five Elements Elders of Shaolin Temple with a palm. Genzi, who was seriously injured and fled to Yizhou. He never thought he would see him here, and he was ignorant and ignorant. But your tone was too big. The Sword Immortal of Shushan has unique skills. I really didn't see any ability you can set fire to burn Shushan clean."

The tiger-headed lewd monk was exposed and furious. He raised the crescent shovel and attacked Chen Longxiang. Chen Longxiang took out a pair of chains from his waist. The chains were as dark as ink. You could tell at a glance that they were not as heavy as they were. Chen Longxiang danced the chains and said, "Good here, Brother Tang Ao said I was too strong and easy to break. Let me practice the adjustment of this soft weapon, and I just check the results of these days with you." The tiger-headed lewd monk danced with a crescent shovel, like a wheel. Chen Longxiang's two black chains were like black pythons, and they were fighting together in a blink of an eye. Although Chen Longxiang's powerful force was extremely strong, this soft weapon was not what he was good at. He couldn't use a brute force. His practice was short and he was soon at a disadvantage. The tiger-headed lewd monk slapped Chen Longxiang's black chain with a shovel. The soft weapon was originally a trick.

Driven by force, Chen Longxiang was full of brute force. The black chain rushed out half and was not strong enough. He was slapped away by the tiger-headed monk. The tiger-headed monk took the opportunity to turn the crescent shovel and then took Chen Longxiang's lower shade. At first, Chen Longxiang made fun of him for being ruined by the old thing that was Killed Wood. At this moment, he also wanted to destroy Chen Longxiang. Chen Longxiang was not smart at first, but now he felt a chill in his lower abdomen. He quickly raised his butt and hit it. Chen Longxiang was only half an inch away from it. Chen Longxiang barely avoided it. The tiger-headed monk is not easy to pursue. He twisted his hands and stabbed it straight. The crescent shovel flew out like a sharp cut, and it made three points more. Chen Longxiang didn't care about the style of a master at this moment. It was still a treasure, so he rolled over and avoided the crescent shovel that was flying in. The heroes of the world laughed.

Quan Fugui whispered to Pei Jinxiu: "Brother Chen has a strong body of brute force, but he cannot use the chain structure. It is unwise to attack the enemy's strengths with his own shortcomings. If he insists on doing this, he will definitely not be able to defeat this tiger-headed lewd monk."

Although the tiger-headed monk did not achieve any results, he also greatly lost the face of Chen Longxiang and stopped chasing him. Instead, he laughed as everyone laughed: "What is Chen Longxiang in the world? I'm just a coward in front of the Buddha. It seems that you, the five artists in Yizhou, are mostly just famous. You will go to Emei to find Tu Miaomiao again and see if the fairy is just like other women on the bed."

Tu Miaomiao accompanied Long Ling and Ouyang Hongxiu to watch the battle among the crowd. He could not bear such insults at this moment. He jumped and flew out of the crowd. He raised his sword to kill the tiger-headed monk who was full of dirty words under the sword. The tiger-headed monk stood there and said, "I guess this little lady is Tu Miaomiao, not as the rumored black veil covers her face. I heard that you played the pipa well, but I don't know if the skill of playing the flute is as first-class as the pipa." After that, he laughed at himself

Come, the men present who understood the monk's secret words also echoed and laughed twice. Although Tu Miaomiao didn't understand what the lewd monk said, he knew that it was not a good thing when he saw the lewd smile. He was about to use his long sword to satisfy his hatred, the tiger-headed lewd monk said again: "I don't want to fight with you. If I hurt you, my delicate little beauty, I will feel very distressed. Besides, after all, Yizhou Wuxiu is also famous. Could it be that he still has to fight against me as an unknown man?"

Chen Longxiang grabbed Tu Miaomiao and said, "I just got so proud that I didn't learn the skills. I'll make you laugh. I'll definitely help you tear his mouth." Tu Miaomiao snorted, saying a word to this tiger-headed lewd monk, but this gentle hum was so charming in the eyes of the tiger-headed lewd monk, and the gentle and low voice made him feel itchy. Chen Longxiang called him, "Hey, lewd monk, don't be distracted, the fight has not been finished yet." The tiger-headed lewd monk came to his senses: "You have poor kung fu, and you are not my opponent. Let Tang Ao, the leader of the Tang Sect, come." Chen Longxiang slowly wrapped the iron chains on his palms, tried to tighten his tightness and said, "It was just now, but it's not certain now." After that, he stepped on his feet and raised his fist to hit the tiger-headed lewd monk's forehead.

Seeing this move of great power, the tiger-headed lewd monk did not dare to hold it big. He put a crescent shovel in his hands and blocked it in front of him. Quan Fugui said, "Brother Chen can't take this punch, it's okay for this tiger-headed monk to avoid it. If he fights head-on, there will be only a dead end." Chen Longxiang's fist wrapped in black chains hit the wooden pole in the middle of the crescent shovel. The crescent shovel broke with a sound, and the fist did not diminish. It hit the tiger-headed lewd monk's forehead, and a crisp sound came out. Everyone present walked around the rivers and lakes.

How could he not know that it was the sound of bone shattering? Looking at the tiger-headed monk carefully, his big face and facial features were all hit into his mind, and he couldn't tell his personal appearance. Chen Longxiang stood with his fists, and the black chain wrapped around his hand was still bleeding. He turned around and grinned at Tu Miaomiao: "I'm sorry, I used too much force, and I promised to tear his mouth only." This smile was like the smile of the butcher just finished killing a pig, which made everyone sweat coldly behind him.
Chapter completed!