The deaths of Cui Dahai and others were like a stone weighing on everyone's hearts.
In the Cui family's meeting hall, Cui Song sat at the front: "Everyone, regarding the funeral of the leader of the village, I think it is best to be laid to rest as soon as possible."
Several old men also nodded: "Yes, I have been investigating the matter for so many days, and there is no progress at all."
"I think it was that Lao Huang who did it. When this guy came here twenty years ago, I didn't like him. Fortunately, we take care of him like this on weekdays. Who would have thought that he turned out to be a white-eyed wolf!"
"Everyone!"
Cui Song saw everyone's expressions in his eyes, and his face showed grief and anger: "I have sent notes to various gangs in the name of the Cui family head. Once I find Lao Huang, I will arrest him immediately!"
"Big brother treats me like a brother and sister. If I don't take revenge, I, Cui Song, will never be human again!"
Several old men looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh: "Cui Song, we can put the matter of revenge back for a while. The most important thing right now is to bury Dahai's coffin as soon as possible."
"Yes, it's sad, but in this weather, if the body is stored for a few more days, it may not be good."
"Yeah, it's better to bury him early."
Cui Song nodded: "Then according to your opinion, the village leader should be buried early."
"I announce!" Cui Song stood up, looked around and said: "As the leader of the village, I announce that the whole village will send my eldest brother to you tomorrow!"
Several old people looked around with deep dissatisfaction on their faces: "Under the circumstances today, why don't we see Cui Ying'er?"
"Yes, where did Ying'er go?"
Cui Song's face showed a hint of helplessness: "Cui Ying'er is pregnant."
"What?"
Everyone's faces darkened, and they thought of Liu Yijin coming to the village to propose marriage, and instantly understood everything.
'Is Ying'er pregnant with Liu Yijin's child? '
"How is this possible! Our old Cui family has never had much contact with the imperial court. If Dahai hadn't secretly written to Liu Yijin this time, there would be no way such a thing would have happened!"
The crowd's chattering made Cui Song have a weird smile on his face. His expression dropped and he lamented: "I have also advised my eldest brother, but you also know his character. Alas, now that things have happened, I also It’s hard to say anything, but for such a big thing as my eldest brother’s funeral, she only knows how to rub elbows with Liu Yijin, how unbecoming it is!”
Cui Song's eyes fell on Elder Wang Ming below, who stood up and said, "Yes, yesterday I saw Liu Yijin talking and laughing in the eldest lady's yard, but there was no trace of sadness at all. This , this is simply too unfilial!”
Everyone immediately started talking again.
Wang Ming sneered and said: "The death of the old village leader is very strange. It was said that it was Lao Huang, but where is Lao Huang now? And how could things be such a coincidence? Liu Yijin is here, and the old village master is waiting there. People die.”
"I don't think it's a traitor at all, but an outsider!"
These words were like thunder, instantly making everyone tremble with fear.
Cui Song saw everyone's expressions in his eyes and knew that he had finished speaking. He coughed lightly and said, "Anyway, Ying'er's pregnancy is a fact. Although I am the leader of the village, I am also Ying'er's uncle. In any case, Ying'er and the child in her belly are innocent, so I propose that Cui Ying'er be married off."
"Marry out?"
Everyone looked at each other.
"Fortress leader, what do you mean?"
"After the old village leader's funeral, let Cui Ying'er marry Liu Yijin!"
The funeral of Cui Dahai, the old leader of the village, was held in great splendor. Many heroes from the surrounding areas came in large numbers, and the surrounding martial arts sects sent out luxurious lineups.
As a family member, Cui Ying'er also obeyed the village's arrangements and cried until she died.
What's surprising is that Liu Yijin, Mengyao, and Lan Yu'er are standing behind Cui Ying'er in white clothes.
Outside the crowd, Cui Song looked at all this with confusion, a little confused.
"What do you think this guy is doing?"
Wang Ming smiled and said: "Fortress leader, our people are keeping a close eye on him, and his soldiers are even under surveillance by us. Even if they go to the latrine, our people are watching, so you can rest assured. These few can't cause any good trouble."
Cui Song raised his head and met Liu Yijin's eyes. Liu Yijin just nodded lightly, turned around and helped Cui Yinger to sit down.
Only then did a satisfied smile appear on Cui Song's face: "The Beauty Village is the Tomb of Heroes! This sentence is always correct!"
"Cui Ying'er is the eldest lady in the village and the phoenix in the green forest. There are many beauties around people like Liu Yijin, but eating game is even more comfortable."
"Besides, Cui Ying'er is pregnant. It's impossible for a figure like Liu Yijin to abandon Ying'er. Haha, in this case, Cui Ying'er will leave the village, and then the Cui family's old village will really be ours. That’s it.”
Wang Ming complimented a few words in a low voice: "Zhai leader, when do you think it is appropriate to arrange the wedding for the eldest lady?"
Cui Song's eyes flashed with a faint light: "Today is the time for the old village master to be buried. In order to celebrate the old village, I think it will be buried tomorrow."
The leader of the village was buried. Cui Ying'er was exhausted. After returning, she washed herself under Xiang Ling's service and said, "Xiang Ling, please close the door to the courtyard. I don't want to see anyone again tonight."
"Yes, miss."
As soon as Xiangling walked out of the room, she saw Liu Yijin standing in front of her.
"You want to scare me to death." Xiang Ling rolled her eyes at Liu Yijin and pushed directly: "The lady said she doesn't want to see anyone today."
Liu Yijin said: "Ying'er must know about this matter."
Xiangling still wanted to stop him, but Cui Ying'er's voice came from the room: "Let him come in."
Liu Yijin dodged Xiangling and walked directly into the room.
"Why are you here again?"
Seeing Cui Ying'er's neutral expression, Liu Yijin took something out and said, "Do you recognize this?"
Cui Ying'er glanced at the painted pottery in Liu Yijin's hand and frowned: "Where did you get it?"
"Your father's study."
Cui Ying'er looked at Liu Yijin: "I don't know much about Cui Song and Mrs. Cui, and I don't know much about Cui Song's membership in Maitreya Buddhism. Now I just want to know who is the murderer of my father, and You promised me that you would definitely give me an answer."
"But what's the point of taking this painted pottery? Do you think it's fun?"
Seeing Cui Ying'er's angry expression, Liu Yijin knew that the other party might have misunderstood, and hurriedly said: "Don't be angry, please listen to my explanation first."
"I have seen two such painted pottery, and each one is inextricably linked to Maitreya Buddhism, so I want to know, do you know the origin of this painted pottery?"
Seeing Liu Yijin's solemn expression, Cui Ying'er glanced at the painted pottery with complex eyes: "I don't understand what you mean, but this painted pottery is just a decoration and has nothing to do with the Maitreya Buddhism you mentioned."
"Ying'er, tell me, where did this thing come from?"
What surprised Liu Yijin was that Cui Ying'er had no idea where this thing came from: "I don't know either. I rarely went into my father's study, so I didn't know what was on the shelves! "
"But I can guarantee you that my father is definitely not a Maitreya Buddhist!"
Regarding this, Liu Yijin naturally believed it.
"I understand. Maybe someone deliberately placed this painted pottery in your father's study. You should have a good rest while I go and put this thing back."
Liu Yijin turned around and walked out.
Cui Dahai's funeral during the day made everyone in the village a little tired. Even the patrols on the mountain road yawned again and again.
Liu Yijin landed in a courtyard wearing night clothes, looked around with a wary expression, and opened a door directly.
In the dark night, he quietly put the painted pottery back to its place. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a faint sound outside.
Then there were subtle footsteps.
Liu Yijin's expression changed slightly, and he quickly scanned the room. Seeing that there was no place to hide anyone, he looked up in desperation and saw the huge beams. He had no choice but to jump up lightly.
As soon as Liu Yijin hid himself, the study door was pushed open.
The other party seemed to have some scruples, so he did not turn on the light after entering the room, but stood at the door vigilantly and motionless.
After about half a cup of tea, a cold voice sounded: "Come out!"
This sound made Liu Yijin, who was standing on the beam, feel his heart suddenly clenched.
He could feel that the person below him had slowly walked below him, and he could even feel the vague aura on the other person's body.
Liu Yijin breathed slowly, trying to slow down his heartbeat.
"Friend, I don't know who you are, but you'd better show up, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
A cold, old voice sounded from below. Liu Yijin was a little surprised by this voice. He thought the person who appeared at this time would be Cui Song, but this voice was really unlike him.
Just when Liu Yijin was hesitant to show up, a cold voice sounded outside: "Why did you come to my Cui family's old village late at night?"
The people in the room stagnated slightly and sneered: "Why, can't I come to your Cui family's old village?"
There was no firelight outside, and there was no chaotic sound of footsteps. This could only mean that the people outside had their own agenda.
Liu Yijin turned slightly and watched the black figure walk out of the room. He hesitated for a moment and landed gently.
Through the window, he looked at the two people standing in the yard. One was Cui Song, while the other person had his back turned to him, and his appearance was indistinguishable.
"Cui Song, it seems inappropriate that you haven't redeemed your promise to me for a long time."
"Things in the Cui family's old village are not as simple as you think. Besides, your Maitreya Buddhism has just been killed by Liu Yijin. Even your elders have died."
"Don't forget, Liu Yijin and others live on the mountain. Aren't you afraid of his sudden appearance?"
The old voice sounded again: "It has nothing to do with me whether Liu Yijin is on the mountain or not. I just want to get what I want."
"No."
Cui Song's calm words made the man slightly angry: "Cui Song, do you want to die!"
"Hmph, you Maitreya Buddhism can't protect yourselves, and you still want to threaten me? Do you believe that I can turn around and surrender to the court and catch you all in one go?"
"Do you want to defeat the enemy?"
Cui Song snorted: "Stop fucking threatening me. You'd better recognize the reality. You are begging us now, not me begging you!"
"Cui Song, Lao Huang is in our hands. If you cooperate well, we can wipe off all your tails for you. If not, don't blame us for being rude."
Cui Song's voice changed: "I only have so much poison from Dripping Water Guanyin, I've used it all!"
"Didn't you say that Cui Dahai has a relic of the Dripping Water Guanyin in his hand? Hand it over to me!"
Cui Song hesitated for a moment: "I can leave it to you, but I want to see Lao Huang's body."
"Don't worry, we at Maitreya Buddhism always keep our word."
Cui Song hesitated slightly: "I think it's best to trade in person, how about that?"
The man was stunned and couldn't help laughing: "Cui Song, you are still as cautious as ever. Okay, tomorrow afternoon at the Guanyin Temple in the back mountain, I will hand over Lao Huang's head to you, and you'd better give the Dripping Guanyin's head to you. Leave the relic to me."
"Otherwise, your Cui family's old village will be destroyed!"
Liu Yijin in the room heard all this and felt his heart beating hard. At this moment, Cui Song outside the door suddenly walked towards the study.
Grass.
After Liu Yijin cursed secretly, he had no choice but to jump onto the rafter again.
