If a small person lives in this world, it is just a burden to this world.

Then there may be no more big shots in this world.

Qin Mo still vaguely remembers that during the festival, Qin Zifang would always send him gifts from the distant Huahai, especially on Teacher's Day, which always brought Qin Mo the richest Jiangnan specialties.

Those things are very sweet, but Qin Mo never took them to heart.

Sometimes, fate is so lucky that it makes people joke with Qin Mo one after another.

Only after losing it did Qin Mo understand how important the meaning of Qin Zifang in his life is.

Sometimes, people may be just a shame! They regard the things they are used to as if they are not caring, and when they are lost, they realize that they have long become an indispensable part of their lives.

Qin Mo admitted.

He is also very mean.

"How long has he been kneeling here?"

Huahai, Jiangnan, heavy snow in winter.

Zhangu came over and over, wearing a black windbreaker, with a white flower on his chest, which was considered respect for the deceased.

He shook the snow on his hat and looked at the auditorium ahead with sadness. The background of Team Leader Qin kneeling alone. From the time he attended Qinzifang's funeral to now, it seemed that he had been in that position and had never changed.

The people in the mourning hall left one after another.

The mourning people come and go.

Until now, there are no people who mourn, and he is still here.

Qin Mohan sighed heavily. She obviously worried a lot these days, and she looked a little old and tired. "It's been a long time since Qin Zifang's funeral started, and it's probably four or five days."

"Stay motionless for four or five days?"

"Yes, it seems that even his hair hasn't moved at all."

Qin Mohan said worriedly, "I have to see him a few times a day, for fear that he will..." "Oh!"

The following words make people feel unlucky, and they can only express their sadness with a sigh.

Mo Ye returned from Jianhuang again.

In addition to Qin Mo, the people in the Ye Group were most saddest. Qin Zifang was the general dispatcher of Ye Group. His identity in the Ye Group was equivalent to Long Wu's identity in the Mo Group. On the day of his funeral, many people in the Ye Group cried loudly, and Wei Yan was even more like a child, holding Qin Zifang's coffin and cried so hard that he refused to leave.

But no one can be as willful as Qin Mo.

They also need to return to Jianhuang, guard the penalty area at all times, and cannot keep a guard at all times.

But...to put it bluntly, you have to have a degree of sadness. It is indeed a bit over when you kneel down for five days and five nights without eating or drinking.

After all, Qin Mo was the general representative of Huawu and the general responsible for the forbidden area. He was absent, but the hundreds of thousands of soldiers guarding him were not at ease.

Mo Ye came here again this time, hoping to invite Team Leader Qin back.

"Team Leader Qin...Team Leader Qin..." Zhan Gu walked carefully to Qin Mo, and he whispered to Qin Mo.

Qin Mo's eyes were wide open, staring at the direction of Qinzifang Mourning Hall. Perhaps he heard Zhan Gu's call, or perhaps he didn't hear it, but in short, there was still no movement, just like a sculpture, sealed here forever.

Zhan Gu shouted for a long time, but he couldn't get a response. He could only sigh and walked out of the mourning hall again.

In the courtyard outside the auditorium, Mo Ye's people gathered in two or two in every corner. Long Wu and Feng Xiao were smoking cigarettes in distractedly, one after another, as if they were addicted.

Seeing Zhan Gu come out, the two of them step in a consistent manner, throwing down the cigarette butt at the same time, stomping down, and quickly rushing to the left and right sides of Zhan Gu, holding him in the middle, "How is it?"

Asked hurriedly.

Zhan Gu shook his head helplessly.

A gust of wind blows, like the morning breeze, giving people a cool feeling.

As people blinked and opened their eyes, an old man sat down in the center of the courtyard.

Mo Ye and others were stunned at first, and then hurriedly said, "Senior Cang!"

Cang Jie nodded to everyone with a faint smile.

He walked to the four team leaders of the Mo Group and said, "Don't you come out yet?"

"No matter how you call, there is no movement."

Zhan Gu said helplessly.

"The method is wrong."

Cang Jie smiled faintly.

Zhangu and the others were stunned.

Cang Jie continued, "You want to ask him to come out of the mourning hall. You have to know why he kneels in this mourning hall. If he simply escapes because of sadness, kneeling for so long, he will not be like Mo Mo's temperament."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Cang Jie smiled and patted the people on the shoulders, "Leave it to me!"

As he said that, he walked into the mourning hall.

The candlelight in the auditorium was a little dim.

If Team Leader Qin hadn't been kneeling here all the time, it would have been time to extinguish the candlelight.

Cang Jie walked slowly beside Qin Mo.

At the same time as him, staring at the black and white photos in the mourning hall.

"You have to go back?"

Qin Mo said nothing.

"Songying sent an envoy to negotiate with our people again."

Cang Jie said without any haste, "He wants to ask the mirror to send a representative to apologize, and maybe there is still room for relief."

"This apprentice died, ignorant, did something wrong, and it would be perfect to apologize as a master."

"Kinko-fang's death."

"You have to apologize to Songying."

Qin Mo's body shook violently for a few times. His palm, which was frozen hard, suddenly held it. In that moment, he heard the sound of bones and meridians, as if the bones and joints of the entire body were running like an old machine, making a crackling sound.

"There are quite a lot of people participating in killing your apprentice."

"If it is said that it is a fatal blow, it is probably Feng Xiangxin and Feng Lixin."

"If you want to apologize to Songying, you have to thank these two people for killing your apprentice."

"If your apprentice had not died, it would be difficult for the matter of sand to replace supplies to each other."

"As for the follow-up..." Cang Jie smiled slowly, "It's a battle or a peace, it's a matter worth pondering. Anyway, the mirror has broken the 'mirrors' contract', and I'm not afraid that they will break the third time, the fourth time, the fifth time..." "So!"

"I'm sorry this time, you have to say it."

"As for what kind of Taoism is, it's up to you to think about it."

Cang Jie patted Qin Mo on the shoulder and left after saying that.

"Senior Cang..." Seeing Cang Jie coming out, the four of Zhan Gu hurriedly surrounded him and wanted to ask something, but Cang Jie smiled and waved his hand, and his figure turned into a wisp of blue smoke and quietly disappeared into the air.

Just as Zhan Gu and others were stunned, Qin Mo suddenly stood at the gate of the auditorium.

After he looked at the auditorium deeply for the last time, he suddenly looked at Zhan Gu and all the people with Mo Ye, "All! Return to Jianhuang!!"

The solemn atmosphere is like the vast snowy weather, as if all the depression is shrouded in this.

The originally yellow desert was now a vast piece of snow. Heavy snow covered every corner of this lonely area, showing all the depression and solemnity to the fullest.

There was no more communication between the city of Sky and the people on the mirror.

Except yesterday, the Martial God came to the mirror to send a message and asked the mirror to send someone to apologize and continue to discuss the follow-up matters, and there was no more communication.

People live in panic and restlessly around the edge of this forbidden area.

Hundreds of thousands of people were watching the City of Sky. The people under surveillance were not afraid, but they were extremely scared.

In the distance, more than a dozen Hummers came off the road.

On the lookout, someone saw the person sitting in the car and shouted excitedly, "Mr. Qin is back! Mr. Qin is back!"

These simple words seemed to have become the most inspiring language. In an instant, all the depression and solemnity were broken. People came out of their respective tents one after another. The scenes of hundreds of thousands of people coming out at the same time were hard to stop even the wind and snow of nature.

"Mr. Qin!"

"Mr. Qin is finally back!"

"Bless God! We're finally here!"

Even Shen Yize, Luo Zian and others had a clear sign of slackness on their faces.

They had to admit that Qin Mo has become the backbone of the mirror now. Even Shen Yize and others rely on Qin Mo's presence. It's just that this quiet change has caused Hua Wu and several top heads of the family who are unwilling to admit it.

Hundreds of thousands of people, like steel guardrails, seemed to have completely blocked the empty waste passage.

People looked forward to the distance, and some people who were blocked from their sight had to tiptoe or stand on the roof of the tent, watching dozens of Hummers crossing hundreds of thousands of people, and finally stopped at the entrance of the tent of the 800,000 army.
To be continued...