Thunderbolt Gate, one-handed firearms never left the world.
The owner of the door, Zhou Huaiyuan, is a cheerful person who likes to make friends with people from all walks of life.
It is said that it is because of his wide acquaintances that in the bodyguard business of Perak Gate, there are never any unruly thieves who dare to reward their ideas.
The head of the Zhou clan, who was not yet old yet, suddenly fell seriously ill and died, causing great shock in the world.
The glory of that time is still there today, and the Seven-Day Flag is raised in front of the hall.
The mourning flags and white candles have already submerged the Perak Gate.
The wind rising in the air made the mourning flags fly and the carriages running on the road seemed to be shaking constantly.
Feng Fanxiao held the reins tightly in his hands, and the horse kept running hard under the force.
He seemed to feel the constant shaking of the carriage. Feng Fanxiao turned his head and said to the people in the carriage: "Sir, for some reason, the wind seems to be particularly strong today. Please sit tighter."
The sky began to gradually change color, and the dark clouds were low and gloomy, as if it was going to rain at any time.
The speed of the carriage slowed down a bit.
During this seemingly rainy day, people from all walks of life came to the Perak Gate to express their condolences one after another.
The sect master's wife, who was still in her prime, looked even more beautiful and charming in her filial piety.
Many martial arts people who came here couldn't help but want to look at her.
But she didn't seem to feel anyone's eyes, she just stood aside with a somewhat indifferent expression.
Beside her, kneeling was a child who looked to be no more than ten years old. He was wearing linen and mourning, and his face was a little pale. The paper money in his hand was slowly thrown into the brazier in front of him, but his eyes were so red that it made people uncomfortable to look at them. I can't help but want pity.
The incense in front of the mourning hall began to gradually burn out, and the steward immediately moved forward to replace it with new incense.
The carriage in Yunzhong City also approached the Thunderbolt Gate.
The moment his hand opened the curtain, Ranchen hesitated.
"Master?"
The wind outside the car suddenly became stronger.
The sedan curtain was split open by the strong wind.
The big white flowers in the distance and the luxurious gate decorated with countless white strips stung his eyes.
This scene is too similar to many years ago.
The difference is that the original funeral was for him, but now it is for his father.
"Li Yu, take my token and express my condolences at the entrance."
After driving here for days, but not planning to step in, Nan Liyu was a little surprised, but still nodded.
When he was the only one left in the carriage, Ranchen suddenly felt extremely tired and collapsed to the side.
Two days later.
Clan Master Zhou was officially buried, and his tomb was erected on Wuwang Mountain not far from Pili Gate.
People from all walks of life who came to express their condolences have gradually left.
On the mountain road all the way up to Hopeless Mountain, ghost papers can be seen floating everywhere.
The two huge white candles in front of the grave are still burning.
The mourning flags all around made everything around him look even paler.
Ranchen motioned to the two people behind him to stand aside and wait for him. He took the ingot candle he bought earlier at the market and slowly walked towards Zhou Huaiyuan's grave.
"Do you think the city lord knows the old sect master Zhou?" Feng Fanxiao poked Nan Liyu's arm with his elbow and muttered softly, "otherwise his attitude would be too strange."
Nan Liyu was also a little surprised: "Li Luo and I were the first people to enter the city to accompany the city lord, but we have never heard that he had any old friends at Pili Gate."
Feng Fanxiao touched his chin with his hand pretending to be profound: "It seems that the city lord must have had some indissoluble bond with the Thunderbolt Gate before entering the city, otherwise it would not be like this."
While talking, Ranchen had already kowtowed heavily in front of Zhou Huaiyuan's grave and stood up.
"Let's go."
Passing by two people who were gossiping, Ranchen just said a few words and left.
I thought that after going down the mountain, Ranchen would return to Yunzhong City, but I didn't expect that for three days in a row, at the same time every day, Ranchen would take the two of them to Wuwang Mountain to worship.
And on the third day, he finally bumped into someone from Perak Gate.
The sky on this day was cloudless.
Even the trees all over the Hopeless Mountain couldn't feel the slightest breeze.
There seemed to be only three of them around Zhou Huaiyuan's tomb.
Ranchen still lit the incense in his hand and placed it in front of the tomb.
He touched the hem of his clothes with his hand and wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Zhou Huaiyuan.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew.
The incense in front of the grave couldn't help but move, and the smoke that had been rising slowly changed its direction quietly.
After Ranchen kowtowed three times, he didn't get up.
"Open the coffin and conduct an autopsy."
Just four words, said lightly from the lips.
"City Lord, are you sure you really want to do this?" Feng Fanxiao was still hesitant, "The Perak Sect's position in the world cannot be underestimated, and the Zhou Sect Master is even more famous. Digging graves is a matter of human morality. If it is discovered, Pilimen will not let it go."
"Open the coffin."
Still only two words.
The young man in white clothes in front of the grave remained motionless, his eyes falling on the stone tablet in front of the grave. When he went to pay homage today, he had already made up his mind. If the result of opening the coffin today was really God's will to die, then he would chant sutras all day long in his life, just to repay today's treasonous act. If he was really injured and died, he would definitely cut this person into pieces.
After this incident, the love of procreation has been paid off.
He is no longer Zhou Hanbai of Perak Gate, he is just Ranchen of Yunzhong City.
Feng Fanxiao glanced at Nan Liyu beside him, but he just nodded slightly towards him. Feng Fanxiao could only accept his fate and picked up the hoe he brought.
The job of following the city lord is really not easy to do. That dead boy Nan Liluo wants to marry a beautiful girl, but he has to dig his grave here.
The occasional chirping of birds in the forest made the surrounding environment seem more and more silent.
There was only the sound of two hoes rubbing against the ground.
Zhou Huaiyuan's tomb was built with bricks and stones. Nan Liyu and Feng Fanxiao thought it would take a lot of effort to open it, but they never thought that the bricks and stones would fall off with just a little force.
"Zhou Clan Master is also a famous person after all, why is the tomb built so hastily." Feng Fanxiao was a little surprised when he saw this scene, "The workmanship is so poor, let alone the Pili Sect, ordinary people should not be able to accept it. "
Nan Liyu had a bad feeling.
Considering the Pili Sect's status in the world, the grave of Sect Master Zhou is indeed in such a state. It seems that the death of Sect Master Zhou is not as simple as the legend in the world.
A pair of nanmu coffins were exposed among the yellow and black sand.
Nan Liyu put down the hoe in his hand, grabbed the edge of the coffin with his right hand, and secretly exerted force, and a surging internal force was continuously transmitted to his right hand.
The nails on the coffin seemed to be squeezed by a huge external force and shook desperately.
Before long, all the nails flew out of the coffin.
Feng Fanxiao pushed it to the side calmly, and Nan Liyu lifted it hard, and the entire coffin lid flew upwards. After spinning in a circle, it flew to the ground on the side, bringing up a burst of dust.
Nan Liyu looked down, but his face changed color instantly.
When Feng Fanxiao saw the look on his face, he just said something bad in his heart and hurriedly stepped forward. The scene in the coffin also shocked him on the spot.
Dressed in blood, it was shocking.
The master of the Perak Sect, who was so famous in the world, was skinned after his death?
Seeing the expressions of the two people, Ranchen closed his eyes in front of the tomb, but he already understood in his heart
There was a sudden noise in the forest behind the stone tomb.
The young master who was still kneeling on the ground immediately stood up. The two people standing in the tomb were also alert to the abnormality. They flew to Ranchen's side and supported Ranchen who was staggering due to kneeling for a long time.
"Young Master didn't go to the entrance to pay homage, but he came here secretly. What's the purpose?"
A delicate female voice came from the forest.
A gorgeous woman in a goose-yellow dress appeared in front of the three of them.
"It's Mrs. Zhou."
After seeing who was coming, Nan Liyu whispered in Ranchen's ear.
A pair of enchanting eyes looked around at the people in front of him, and his eyes stayed on Nan Liyu: "I remember you, you came to the door, you are from Yunzhong City, why, Yunzhong City actually treated my husband , are you so reluctant to let go? It has been three days since he was buried, and you still have to pay homage every day?"
The sun broke out from the clouds, making people feel hot and sweaty.
The shadows were on the ground, overlapping each other.
Behind Mrs. Zhou, a shadow appeared.
Ranchen's heart seemed to be scratched.
He would never forget that face.
The memory of blood and snow invaded his memory at that moment. The sun shone on everyone, but Ranchen's body began to tremble slightly.
