From the moment he walked into the mourning hall, all the old employees in Fangzhou hated him and wanted to eat his flesh and skin him.
Looking at Fangzhou for more than seventy years, Mr. Shi's achievements as a sword holder are not very high, and his ability is not the strongest.
But in the eyes of Fangzhou people, Mr. Shi is the most considerate of all the sword holders.
Every day, at least 10,000 old people from Fangzhou keep vigil for Old Shi. The scene is so spectacular that it is unprecedented.
While the funeral hall was being decorated, I, as the sword bearer, stood firm throughout the process and performed my duty to the best of my ability.
Mr. Shi has no heirs, nor any relatives in his hometown. I am both a sword holder and a filial son.
Qi Yan was the one who cried the most.
In the middle of the trip, Lao Bald Liang tried to chat awkwardly with me countless times, but I almost ignored him.
I was annoyed, so I directly asked Ye Buyi to convey the order, telling the old bald man to go to the door of the family area and be responsible for the reception.
Out of sight, out of mind, and without Bald Old Liang poking my eyes in front of me, my mood improved a lot.
The mourning hall was placed in the family area for four days.
During this period, Tianjian Zhengte Laoyi, Ma Wenjin and the CEO of the Hanlin Academy all came to express their condolences in person.
Zhuang Chihua and his wife Hao Pan came most often and the most.
In addition, many Tiantuan national warriors also appeared in the mourning hall to express their condolences to Mr. Shi personally.
Wang Pan also sent a wreath for Zhang Wei.
Mr. Shi couldn't compare to Mu Degang, and the people who came to express condolences were all colleagues on various secret fronts. These people are all the same as the old Shi Lao. They have no names and no achievements. All they have are code names and pseudonyms.
On the fifth day, there was a memorial service for Mr. Shi that had been scheduled for a long time.
After the memorial service is held and the coffin is sealed, Mr. Shi will be sent for cremation and his ashes will be transported to Fangzhou Garden for burial.
These are all already established procedures.
The largest number of people came to the memorial service on this day, and I made preparations early.
The sunshine for many days has dried all the ground, and the road paved with steel plates has allowed various vehicles to enter smoothly.
As a sword bearer, it is my job to receive guests.
After I changed my clothes and went downstairs in the dormitory, Bald Lao Liang suddenly jumped out from the corner and grabbed me. He looked solemn and lowered his voice: "After Shi Lao is cremated today, remember to store the urn in Baoshan."
I am already angry with Tu Laoliang, a traitor. His words made me even more angry: "What are you doing in Baoshan?"
"Anyway, there is a treasure mountain."
Tu Laoliang stared at the dense crowd with squinting eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Listen to me. That's right."
I didn't want to talk to Tu Laoliang at all, so I just walked away.
But Tu Laoliang held my pulse tightly.
"Let go."
"You promise me first and then let me go."
"Get lost."
I slammed Tu Laoliang's hand with all my strength, but Tu Laoliang then grabbed my tie and said, "Tong Laoliu. I'm not kidding you."
"You must keep Shi Lao's urn on the treasure mountain. At least for a year."
I pinched Tu Laoliang's veins with my backhand: "Are you the one holding the sword or am I?"
Bald Lao Liang had a pained expression on his face. He switched to his left hand and tightened my tie again, with an unprecedented seriousness and sternness: "You must listen to me this time."
"I won't fucking listen to you, so what can you do?"
"If *** doesn't dare to listen to me, I will fucking follow you..."
Feeling irritated, I reached out my hand and pulled off Bald Lao Liang's blindfold.
While Tu Laoliang was yelling, he hooked Tu Laoliang's left foot with his right foot and knocked him down to the ground.
Tu Laoliang grimaced in pain, desperately climbed up, and limped after me.
Of course I knew why Tu Laoliang wanted me to put Shi Lao's urn in Baoshan.
It's nothing more than dragging words.
As long as Mr. Shi does not enter Fangzhou Garden for a day and is buried in the ground, the three-entry courtyard and the fourth-entry courtyard will never be opened.
This also completely stopped the thoughts of other people who coveted the treasure of Sanjinyuan.
Bald old man
Liang's wishful thinking was a good one.
But, I would never do that.
Shi Lao was cremated today, and I will take Shi Lao’s ashes to Fangzhou Garden today.
I will come back in three days at the latest and apply to the Tianjia Army recipient to open the Third Hospital. Conduct a comprehensive inventory of the treasures in the third and fourth courtyards.
As long as this final inventory is completed, my mission of holding the sword Fangzhou will be completely completed.
I will be completely free.
Next, I will devote all my time and energy to finding the telescope.
right!
That's right!
What I want to do for the rest of my life is to look for the penetrating mirror.
Because of the piece of paper that Mu Degang showed me before he died.
As long as I find the penetrating mirror, I can find Yue Wei's remains!
By then, everything will be revealed.
Including who is controlling my puppet behind the scenes.
As for who owns the things in the third and fourth courtyards, I don’t care at all.
Who the hell loves to take it?
Whoever can fucking defend it will defend it!
It has nothing to do with me.
Tu Laoliang wanted to use the treasures in the three courtyards and four courtyards to trap me to death and make me dream about his autumn dream.
I've had enough of this fucking stupid life for a long time!
When I returned to the mourning hall, I suddenly discovered that there was a wreath in the most conspicuous place of the mourning hall.
Although Shi Lao is not as good as Mu Degang, he is still an unparalleled scholar in the country.
In the funeral hall of his old man, the placement of the wreaths was very particular.
I am the sword bearer of Fangzhou, so the wreath I hold on behalf of Fangzhou will naturally be at the top.
After that came Wang Peng and Zhang Wei of the Tianjia Army, the leader of the Academy of Sciences, Long Guangyao from the headquarters, Zhuang Chihua, Tang Anjun and so on.
If there is someone bigger than Wang Junpeng, then he should be ranked in front of Wang Junpeng.
However, this newly delivered wreath was actually ranked in front of Wang Junpeng, only one step lower than Comrade Lao Zhang.
This makes me a little confused.
Approaching silently, the person who sent the wreaths was arranging the elegiac couplets and ties.
"In memory of Comrade Shi Zhongkai through the ages."
When I was straightening the left couplet, a line of words fell into my eyes: "I pay tribute to my old friend Cao Shicheng."
When I saw these words, I couldn't help but tremble, and I couldn't help but say out loud: "Cao! World! Done!"
