Seven days later, the broken-branched coffin of Huayun leader Yun was sent by a long team from the Suiyun Mountains to the sacred Tomb of Jiangnan Heroes. The land south of the Yangtze River is a land of plenty, with willows and peach blossoms, small bridges and flowing water. There are fishing boats singing late.
The Tomb of Heroes is located in a beautiful place, where all the heroic and courageous heroes are buried.
Jiangnan·Xuanji Tea House
On the way to the Tomb of Heroes, the final procession attracted the attention of many passers-by, especially the Thousand Birds Sword standing next to the coffin. Its sharp sword power alone can make people who don't know know that, Inside this coffin was a remarkable person.
Of course, major events such as the fall of a large sect and the death of its leader have already spread throughout the world. The storytellers in teahouses in various places in the south of the Yangtze River drafted manuscripts overnight and spread the news day by day.
When the long queue arrived at the Liuhang Bridge, a group of people walked towards them. They were all dressed in red and carrying a large sedan chair, as if they were getting married.
This made everyone at a loss as to how such a coincidence could happen in the world. Usually, if any family is hosting a wedding or funeral, they will negotiate in advance to avoid embarrassing things like today as much as possible.
But Hua Yun's funeral was decided as far away as the Suiyun Mountains. Although ordinary people knew a little bit about the death of Hua Yun's leader, how could they have expected that Yun Zhizhi's funeral procession happened to be today, at this time You can meet here.
Moreover, the red line's team had already passed most of the Liuxing Bridge. Although the Liuxing Bridge was not narrow, it could not accommodate two groups of people walking together, and they couldn't give way even if they wanted to.
But this newlywed cannot turn back. If he doesn't want to turn back, he can only give way to Huayun's team under the bridge.
Some people say that in such scenes, the deceased should be given priority and be buried in peace, and the living should not compete with the deceased. Some people also say that the red thing is the Phoenix Crown Xia belt, which is to worship heaven and earth. No matter how great everything is, how can it be greater than heaven and earth?
Everyone on the bridge began to feel anxious. Although Hua Yun's strength was no longer what it used to be, it was still not something that ordinary people could offend.
"Stop the team and give way!"
Just when the situation was at a stalemate, Yun Musheng, who was leading the team, shouted loudly. Yun Zhezhi's funeral should have been led by Yun Zhemei. After all, she was Yun Zhezhi's biological sister and Hua Yun's new head.
But after a battle with Han Xie, Yun Zhemei was seriously injured and was still semi-conscious for a while, lying in Huayun Medical Pavilion to rest.
Therefore, as a personal disciple, Yun Musheng, who was like father and son to Yun Zhezhi, became the only candidate. Although he was only sixteen years old, he was bound to do this.
Everyone around started talking. Some said that the leader was young and acted impulsively. Some speculated that the people in Huayun did not dare to offend Tiandi. There were also speculations that the newlywed had a good background. In short, there were many theories. Tongue, there are different opinions.
"I am still young. I don't know how big the world is, and I don't know who is in the red sedan opposite. I only know that if the master were alive, he would not embarrass the couple. Today is a waste of time. I wish the couple a long life together."
After Yun Musheng finished speaking calmly without any emotion, he led everyone to the side of the bridge. At this time, his eyes were shrouded in darkness.
Everyone in the funeral procession let out a long sigh and saluted as they passed Master Yun's coffin. After the group of people passed by, Yun Musheng led everyone to continue walking towards the bridge. There was no expression on his face, and his eyes were as calm as a lake.
Hua Wenqing walked behind Yun Musheng. He thought that in the past few days after the death of Master Yun, Yun Musheng did not hide in the room like he did before, closing the door and seeing no one.
Instead, he studied and practiced martial arts as usual every day, and he never fell behind in his schoolwork. It was just that he was not joking with himself and Lingzhi in a glib tone like usual. Even if there were exchanges, they were all about business, and his tone was the same as before. There were no ups and downs in his tone, and there was no emotion. Just finish what needs to be said lightly.
She looked at the young man's back quietly, and suddenly felt that something seemed to never be the same again. The young man in front of him was already as tall as an adult man. His broad shoulders were more stalwart and mature. In a daze, he could actually see the shadow of the clouds breaking off the branches.
Jiangnan Tomb of Heroes
As Yunzhizhi was buried in the coffin and coffin, the funeral came to the final stage. Since it is a funeral, there must be a farewell song. Every Huayun disciple has been a snowflake in the heavy snowfall of Suiyun Mountain since he joined Huayun.
It is light when it comes and silent when it leaves. When gathered, the wind roars, but when dispersed, it is pure and white.
Therefore, whether it is a happy event or a funeral, the soundtrack will always be the song "Song of the Wind and Snow" that was created by Hua Xianzi's mother and has been sung to this day.
The Chidori sword that Yunzhezhi had during his lifetime stood in front of the monument, waiting for its next owner. There is an unwritten rule in holding funerals at the Tomb of Heroes. If someone is confident that he can inherit the deceased's will and pass on his beliefs, he should wait until the musician has finished playing the song, and then one person will step forward and play the solo again.
If fellow disciples recognize this person, they can use the instrument they are good at to play with him. Even those who do not understand music can clap their hands to beat the person to express their recognition of the successor. The higher the status of the person participating in the ensemble, the better The more convincing it is.
Other sects can also send representatives to play with him to express their recognition and respect for this person. Of course, the number of people in the sect is still the most important. In line with the principle of the minority obeying the majority, if the majority of people play with him, this person can take over the deceased person. The sword worn by the deceased during his lifetime continues to carry forward the will of the deceased.
"Brother, what do you think if no one comes forward to take advantage of me?"
A young disciple of Tianxuan Sect asked his senior brother.
"If no one comes to play the prelude, the sword will stay in this Tomb of Heroes to accompany the deceased. Many famous weapons have been left in this Tomb of Heroes. Boy, do you want to go up and play a song? "
Ji Zhanyu joked that as one of the six rays of Tianxuan Sect, he was the least formal. "Senior brother is making fun of me again, but with so many famous weapons hidden in the Tomb of Heroes, hasn't someone ever stolen them?"
The boy continued to ask. "Anyone who dares to come here to steal things is already a dead soul under the sword of the old sword ghost...
Not far away, an old man in red clothes and white hair was sitting in the Peach Blossom Pavilion, holding a pot of peach blossom wine and a giant sword on his back, silently watching the funeral at the Tomb of Heroes.
It is said that there was once a person in this world who broke through the shackles of martial arts and reached the realm of beings outside the world. He was praised by the world as a star descending to earth.
This person was once one of those who reached this realm. He was the best swordsman in the world. He could kill one person in a hundred steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles. Ximen left a trace, which was his former name.
Back then, if anyone wanted to challenge this person, they could wait for him on the bridge next to the Xuanji Tea House in the middle of the night. Yes, it was the bridge that the Huayun funeral team passed by when they came, because there were countless souls killed by swords on the bridge. , so it was renamed Liuhang Bridge to capture the resentful spirits.
But now, this man has faded out of the world. No one has used the last move of Gan Feng Xiao Yu in the swordsmanship "Listening to the Rain Sword". He sold the Yijian Villa where he once lived and became the owner of this hero's tomb. As the guardian of the tomb, no one knows why he did this. Maybe there is a trace of the heroic soul in this heroic tomb that he cares about.
Representatives from various sects, large and small, have gathered together. "Song of the Wind and Snow" is about to come to an end. Everyone is extremely looking forward to who will dare to step forward to pick up the Chidori from Yunzhezhi, one of the Seven Swords of Huayun. .
When the song ended, the lingering sound lingered, and there was a dead silence in the hero's tomb. Only the sound of the wind blowing the fallen leaves could be heard.
After a while, in the seat where Huayun disciples were sitting, a young man stood up. He was dressed in white and had long black soft hair draped over his shoulders. He stared at the Chidori in front of him and took out a handful with the word "cloud" engraved on it. Sheng came forward and sat on the ground.
"Sheng'er, come back quickly, don't mess around!" Several Huayun deacons whispered to the young man.
After all, what this Chidori carries is extremely heavy. The successor inherits not only the title of Huayun Seven Swords and the important task of revitalizing Huayun and regaining the remaining volumes of "Seven Kills", but also has the relationship with Yun Zhezhi. It means that all the enemies in his lifetime were challenging him, including the Hidden Sun Pavilion that now covers the sky with one hand.
"Who...who is this child?"
"It seems that he was a young apprentice adopted by Yun Zhezhi more than ten years ago. His name is... Yun Musheng. Now he is in his prime."
Everyone was talking about it, but the young man ignored it. Birds and beasts were staggering among the instruments, and the intoxicating "Song of the Wind and Snow" sounded again from the instrument in the young man's hand. The music was full of sadness, but his eyes were still full of sadness. It's dark clouds.
Halfway through the song, none of the deacons in Hua Yun seemed to be interested in playing with him. Representatives from other sects also knew basically nothing about the child in front of them.
Hua Wenqing was a little anxious. She pulled the sleeves of the deacons. Seeing that they were indifferent, she picked up the flute in her hand. No matter what, she wanted to support the junior brother who grew up with her. But his wrist was held by Deacon Yunfeng.
"You can count how many enemies Master Yun had during his lifetime? Why, do you want your junior brother to die before he reaches adulthood?"
Hua Wenqing felt as if she had been hit on the back of the head, and hesitated for a moment. Just as she was hesitating, a pleasant sound of guzheng came out, washing away the dust. . .
