Liang Yue used despicable means to plot against Lu Qian during the martial arts competition, and made grudges. He also talked a few words and knew that he was rough and arrogant, but now he was very unusual and respectful. Although Lu Qian was confused, he was even more shocked by his words and asked hurriedly: "My uncle is in funeral? Then... what's going on?" He subconsciously glanced at the urn. Liang Yue was calm and smiled and said, "Don't be anxious, you will be the one who is the master of such a major event. But you don't have to clean your clothes anymore, so you will be disrespectful to Master He. My nephew will buy you a few new clothes first, and then go to the bathhouse to take a soak and wash it. Since you are with Uncle Lu, you don't have to worry about not being able to catch up with the funeral."

Lu Qian was struggling and rolling in the wind and rain for a night, his clothes were splashed with mud and dirt, and his face was covered with dust. He was like a homeless vagabond. Who could recognize him as the head of the Kunlun Sect? He couldn't help but feel ashamed. Liang Yue stepped forward to support him and said, "This is a little nephew who expresses his feelings. If you don't accept it, you will not forgive me."

Lu Qian still didn't dare to eliminate his guard and thought, "He said he had been separated from his fellow disciples. This lie was made up very loopholes. Wouldn't he send someone to take care of the injured disciples? If he was not physically strong halfway, how could the Dian Cang Sect let him be alone and ignore him?" But looking at himself, he couldn't figure out what he was going to do. He observed that he did his best to do his best. As soon as he arrived at the store, he looked at the short robe and jacket, and immediately paid for it, and held it respectfully in his hand, serving like a servant of a rich young man. Lu Qian felt sorry, so he chose a few at will and went out to the store.

Then he came to the bathhouse. Lu Qian didn't know where to put the urn jar. He was worried that it would be difficult to explain when asked Liang Yue. However, he didn't ask more questions, and didn't even look at it. He gave the owner a few ingots of silver and asked his son to take care of him. After entering the room, he served Lu Qian first and took off his clothes, and then went down to the pond to "try the water temperature". Lu Qian had never been so respectful in his life and was flattered. Liang Yue ordered someone to wipe his back and smiled and said, "Uncle Lu, I know you are still suspicious. Can you now be considered to be 'treated' with you're sincere'?"

Lu Qian said in his heart: "It's not that I'm worried. This kid is just a guy who has not made any progress. When he saw that I was the head of Kunlun, he was not as easy as he was, so he changed his mind and wanted to follow me to enjoy the happiness of his life." He smiled and said, "Where is it, I have something to ask you, my uncle..."

As soon as he mentioned this, Liang Yue smiled and turned the topic away: "I have been in a state of leisure for half a day. Uncle Lu is very particular when taking a bath. His body is full of filth and he is the happiest. At this time, he enjoys it wholeheartedly. He waits for another moment to find something, sit down and talks slowly. Anyway, I am not the leader of the martial arts world, and you are not the leader. The sky falls, and Li Yijie is still holding on." Lu Qian was displeased and doubts arose again.

After coming out of the bath, I didn't see the old clothes, but I changed into a new robe, so I didn't pay much attention. I thought to myself that who would care about a few ragged clothes? It was no big deal. When I glanced at Liang Yue and the shop owner whispered beside me, and I showed my displeasure on my face, and said strangely: "What's the matter?"

Liang Yue's expression froze for a moment. Without waiting for him to ask more questions, he hurriedly stepped forward and smiled, "It's okay, it's okay." Lu Qian suspected that he had an illusion. When he moved the clay pot, his hands sank and said to himself, "Why does it seem to be a little heavier?" Liang Yue smiled, "Uncle Master is afraid he is exhausted, so I will take you to the restaurant. After you have a few bowls of soy wine, you will mention the clay pot, as relaxed as a feather."

Lu Qian sneered secretly: "I'm not hungry, so how could it be so exaggerated? But if he really lies, how could people know that they were deceived after hearing it?" He felt that the window was so thin that it was broken with a slight fog, and it was difficult to touch the essence. Ren Liangyue took him to a big restaurant. Although the luxury was far less than the Chang'an Exiled Immortal Tower, it was also of great scale. Unconsciously, she remembered that she had first met Nangong Xue. At that time, she treated herself very well. Time flies, and that time seemed like a different life. If she could make a new choice, I wonder if she would rather go back to the beginning or stay in the present and be his nominal head. Tighten her eyebrows and said: "We want to have a drink, find a roadside tavern, why do you need to spend so much?"

Liang Yue smiled and said, "Why is it so casual to respect Master Lu? My nephew has silver liang." He ordered the waiter, "Put on each of your signature dishes and then make five kilograms of soy wine." Lu Qian said unhappy, "If you can't eat so much, isn't it all wasted?" Liang Yue smiled and said, "Isn't it worth it to drink the best wine to quench your thirst for ordinary people? Master Lu is casual, even if it's just a touch of lips, it won't be in vain for it to make a fuss." Lu Qian was already vain, and after hearing his flattery, he smiled faintly.

Before the food arrived, the wine was served. Lu Qian pretended to be kind and smiled generously, "Hahaha, it's really true love. In the future, I, Lu, will be betrayal of my relatives and relatives. It's enough to get a close friend of Mr. Liang!" Liang Yue said in fear and trepidation: "Don't say such unlucky words. Your good days will be long in the future." He picked up the wine glass and said, "If my nephew says something wrong and causes Mr. Lu to misunderstand, my nephew will punish him three cups." After that, he raised his neck and drank, turned the bottom of the cup towards Lu Qian, and picked up the wine pot to pour wine.

Lu Qian didn't stop him. After he finished drinking, he slowly said, "Nephew Liang, you really respect me as my uncle. I have a few words to ask, you must answer honestly." Liang Yue said, "Master Lu, please tell me, my nephew should speak all the words." Lu Qian nodded and said, "Great!" He fiddled with the wine glass with one hand and pretended to be careless, "Where did you get the news from when you talk about my Uncle He's funeral? Is it reliable?"

Liang Yue said: "My nephew once saw a group of senior brothers and brothers carrying coffins on the road, looking at the direction of returning to Kunlun. Could it be that the funeral ceremony will not be held after returning to the mountain? Uncle He is the leader of the sect. After he dies, he should be buried with a great gift. What's wrong?" Lu Qian said to himself: "What's wrong with me? It turns out that it's just your guess. But those little boys actually brought empty coffins back to Kunlun? What tricks do you want to play?"

Liang Yue said with a sharp ear, "Uncle Lu said empty... what is empty?" Lu Qian was stunned and hurriedly covered up: "Yes, yes... no, nothing... I said empty... By the way, I said the wine glass is empty!" Liang Yue smiled and said, "It was my nephew's nephew's nephew, so I pour wine for Uncle Master."

Lu Qian secretly blamed himself: "As the head, I acted in a panic in front of my nephew. Isn't it clear that there is a ghost in my heart? You have to be careful in the future." He put his palm on the top of the urn and tentatively said: "Do you want to know what is in this jar?" While paying attention to his reaction, he did not know that at this moment, the waiter brought a plate of fat chicken on the table. Lu Qian was not inconvenient to ask again, so he could only drink silently.

Liang Yue tore off a chicken leg and chewed, "I don't care. It's all outside of your body. I won't bring it to you or take it to you when I die. Uncle Lu and my nephew have figured it out a lot after the battle of the heroes. Just think I'm talking nonsense, you might as well just listen. During the competition, we were still a peer-to-people friendship. Although you didn't become the leader of the alliance, you accidentally became the head of Kunlun. You immediately became the top leader. You can hold some real power in your hand. Now you feel a little bit of "high places are cold"?"

Lu Qian's thoughts were constantly changing, and he couldn't guess what he was messing with. He pretended to be humble and said perfunctorily: "Everyone gains will have to lose. The heavy lifting on his shoulders is no longer as casual and happy as a young disciple. I was prepared in my heart. Humph, what is the little Kunlun leader? You must know that I was just thinking about it at the beginning, focusing on the leader of the martial arts world."

Liang Yue said: "Why is it a blessing to lose your horse? Since Mr. Lu understands the sufferings, he still wants to wait for an opportunity to seek a position?" Lu Qian said: "The joy of profit is far better than the sorrow of being tied up, and I still want to get it." He even revealed the truth without realizing it.

Liang Yue smiled and said, "Uncle Master really has great ambitions. My nephew was born in a mediocre life. The key to life in this world is to be upright and stand up, and the material is what the identity is. If he was originally a fool, he had to be above the top, and his eyes were mixed with pearls, and he used inferiority as good ones, and the end was very sad. Life was short, but indulging in the mood and enjoying timely was the ultimate truth. Isn't it a great world of flowers nostalgia? Because of this, every sip of wine he drank should be the last drop to taste. People are like boats, power is like water, water can carry boats, and can also overturn the boats." The tone was particularly strange when he said it. It seemed that he was talking about things, but in fact, every word and sentence had a deep meaning inside. Lu Qian felt that Liang Yue could never tell it because of Liang Yue's usual nature. Someone must have taught him to memorize it first, and said coldly: "Oh? Listen to Master Liang's tone, it seems that there is something in his words."

Liang Yue's hand holding the cup was indeed trembling in a difficult situation. He immediately covered it up and said with a smile: "It's okay, eat vegetables! Eat vegetables!"

Although this meal was big fish and meat, Lu Qian still didn't know how to eat it. He just hurriedly ate a few bites of the rice, and even more of it was to drink wine. After the meal, Liang Yue no longer shirked his responsibilities. He went to buy a mount and rushed to Kunlun for a few days. Lu Qian saw that the mountain was full of black gauze and white silk, which was really a scene of buying a funeral. He arranged a guest room for Liang Yue to stay in, and then saw a luxurious coffin in the mourning hall. Many people in various schools had already arrived, but Lu Qian did not

Then he asked the disciples in detail, but they could only turn over the calendar and choose the day, cursing: "When my uncle was alive, I didn't see how good you had with him. I didn't listen to Li Yijie's orders to find the bad luck in the Demon Sect, so why are you here to join me in Kunlun?" But he still had to greet him. In addition, there was a large coffin supporting the table, so he didn't have to use an urn to cause trouble, but he didn't dare to leave easily in the short term. He secretly comforted himself: "Just have to pass this last level, and you will have nothing to do from now on."

In the blink of an eye, Lu Qian wore mourning clothes and took the lead, transporting the coffin to the flat ground on the top of the mountain. This is the highest peak of Kunlun, and there are cliffs and abysses next to it. At that time, the autumnal equinox turns cold dew, and the wind passes by, and the coffin is slightly cool. The coffin is placed in the center of the field, and everyone is surrounded by circles and bows to pray. Lu Qian couldn't help but encourage, "The seniors are here to send my uncle on the last journey, and I express my gratitude to the next generation. The deceased is gone, and the coming can be pursued. The master's greatest wish during his lifetime is to calm the chaotic times, stabilize the rise and fall of the country, and every man is responsible for it, and the leader has a long way to go. It is not enough to verbally say a few empty words of loving people and people."

A Shaolin disciple sneered: "What else does Master Lu think he needs? Don't forget that Young Master Li is the winner of the Heroes Conference. He is both civil and military, and is more qualified than you. We are here to worship the order master, not to look at your face, and have no time to have more disputes with you. I advise you to keep your mouth shut and not to open your mouth."

Lu Qian sneered: "What's the point of being a little bit thin? My uncle is also Elder Li Yijie after all, why didn't he come?" The Shaolin disciple said: "To put it bluntly, Kunlun is just a branch of the leader of the league to command various divisions. If the leader has to experience and do anything small in the world, then wouldn't he be too busy to ruin him?"
Chapter completed!