Outside Jinling City, above Zhongshan, Wulong Villa is covered with plain white mosquitoes.

All the servants in the villa were dressed in mourning, and there were also Nirvana monks chanting the Ksitigarbha Sutra in the hall.

Solemn, sad, heavy.

In the main hall of the villa, there are candles of incense, oil and fire, and a heavy coffin of golden nanmu is placed in the middle. In front of the coffin, there is also a painting of the deputy leader Ren Hao, which is hung on the wall.

The small tripod under the portrait was filled with burning incense.

The whole hall was filled with smoke.

Huang Wusan was wearing a solemn Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand. He was performing a seven-day trip for Ren Hao. He was also the head of the funeral of the leader and received guests who came to mourn and mourn.

In front of him, Chen Qiu also changed into a coat of clothing, wearing Bai Xiao, and his face was sad.

Ren Hao never married in his life. There were several brothers in his hometown in Nantong, and his side departments also had sons and nephews.

But that place is a little far from Jinling, and the incident happened suddenly.

It will take some time for the family to hurry up.

During these days, Chen Qiu, as the only nephew who was recognized by Ren Hao and was the successor of the leader's choice, he temporarily became a filial son to support the spirit.

This job is hard to do.

Especially Chen Qiu knew almost nothing about Ren Hao's interpersonal relationships.

"Master, why are you going like this!"

On the third day of the silence, a crying sounded in the hall. An old man from the rivers and lakes who came from afar were holding Ren Hao's coffin and crying loudly.

He had gray hair and a filial piety belt on his forehead. His words were sad, like a cuckoo crying blood, and he was still hoarse and fainted several times.

His disciples also cried.

This group of people made a big fuss.

This attracted a group of experts from the world outside the sect who voluntarily protected Ren Hao's funeral and looked at each other.

Just looking at this situation, I don’t know that I thought the old man was the leader’s best friend, a sworn brother, or the like.

Chen Qiu, standing ten feet away from the coffin, was also confused. He had never seen this old man, let alone heard Uncle Ren talk about him.

He turned around and looked at Qin Xuming behind him.

The butler of Wulong Villa is also dressed in mourning. He has black fur around his neck to protect his neck to block the wound. He has a black eye mask on his left eye. The only right eye is even more helpless.

"This is the leader of the Qingsong Sect of Danyang, a small sect with more than 40 people. The leader of the alliance has never seen him before during his lifetime."

Qin Xuming introduced Chen Qiu in a whisper.

Chen Qiu's eyes were filled with enlightenment.

Collected this is here to "smash the car".

Taking advantage of Ren Hao's funeral, I have become familiar with my fellow workers and make some contacts. In the past few days, there have been many such people, which can be said to be endless.

Chen Qiu glanced at Huang Wusan who was in charge of the ritual.

Taoist Ziwei was originally a person who liked Jing. If it weren't for the big deal, he wouldn't take the initiative to mess with it. At this time, there was also a hint of helplessness in Huang Wusan's half-closed eyes.

Still a little bored.

He and Ren Hao have been in contact with each other for more than ten years and have been fighting each other many times, which is the true ultimate friendship.

Seeing that these guys who were not involved in the world and did not care about face made Ren Hao’s originally solemn and solemn affairs mess up, he was very displeased and even had the intention of killing.

Well, Huang Wusan's temperament is naturally not so reckless.

But there was another person in his mind named Huang Wudi. If the clown in front of him continued to make trouble, the irritable Huang Wudi's personality would be unable to be suppressed.

"President Wei should not be too sad."

Chen Qiu took a step forward, he held the crying old man's arm and said softly:

"The guests came from afar and asked to rest in the backyard, and there were other mourners."

"You junior, I have been in contact with the leader of the alliance for a long time. If there was no problem in this battle, I would definitely kill the enemy with the leader. Let go, alas, you..."

The old man was mute and relied on his old age, he seemed to be making trouble.

But before he finished speaking, a huge force of suppression came from his arm, almost trying to cut off the bones of his hand, making the old man pale. He was about to cry out in pain when he saw Chen Qiu's cold eyes.

Like ice, he felt cold in his heart.

So he could only follow Chen Qiu's hand and stand up, stop crying.

"You are not sensible when you wait for your disciples."

Chen Qiu ignored the old man's drastic expression. He looked at the disciples behind the old man and said:

"I just let your master be so sad and sad. What should I do if the old man is old and crying? Isn't I send your master to the backyard to rest!"

When the disciples saw the master's face turned a little blue, they knew that things were not good and did not dare to argue. They helped the old man out of the main hall.

The leader of Sect Wei covered his left arm, and the cold air entered his body, causing his arms to lose consciousness.

The tourists who were waiting for the condolences behind him were all over the place when they saw the old man's fate.

Those little ideas were put together in great cooperation, and they went to the hall to pay their respects again, and they were all very restrained.

There was no more farce in the past.

"The owner of the house, I'm afraid things are inappropriate."

At noon, Chen Qiu had just used some rice, and Qin Xuming came up and whispered to him:

"There are already rumors and rumors on Old Man Wei. It is said that Hero Heroes relied on force to bully fellow workers and interrupted their condolences, which is disrespect for the funeral of the leader.

The man was very unprofessional and was circulating everywhere. He still relied on the hero Tang Jiusheng of Lianwu and the ghost sword general Sarilang to speak out and then suppress it."

These words made Chen Qiuqi smile.

He said to Qin Xuming:

"Why is that man so old that he is like a candy, and he will be defamed by his reputation? Is it so unprotectable to do things?"

"There are so many people like this."

Qin Xuming was also a little angry.

In the past, when Ren Hao was there, he was not even qualified to enter the villa, let alone make such trouble. Now, as soon as the leader of the alliance has gone, there are signs of demons dancing in the Wulong Villa.

Moreover, this is a major event behind him. The leader has a special status. After his death, he will not be careless and will not hit anyone with a smile.

What's more, they came to pay their respects seriously.

There is no shortage of elegy wreaths and gifts for farewell. With a comprehensive range of elegies, even if the villa’s people are angry, they will not be able to deliver them.

He could only persuade:

"These are the last things in the world, and they cannot practice martial arts. They have no way to form a sect. If they want to become famous, they can only do these evil ways. The funeral of the leader is not careless.

If the owner of the manor is angry, he has to endure it for the sake of the leader.

Fortunately, Old Man Wei is usually a good person, and the people around Jinling know what they know. Some experts in the martial arts world are suppressed and will not be bewitched by his harsh words.

But there will be no second time today.”

"I'm saving him."

Chen Qiu shook his head, Qin Xuming didn't know the specific situation of Huang Wusan.

If Old Man Wei continues to make trouble today and Huang Wudi jumps out, he will be dead if he has ten lives.

"Forget it, being old but not dead is a thief, I understand."

Chen Qiu turned his head and said to Qin Xuming:

"Let's do this. Outside the main hall, set up an incense table and hang out Uncle Ren's portrait. After that, someone will come, so I will ask for condolences outside their hall.

A famous hero who has indeed dated Uncle Ren, please go to the main hall again."

"Well, I'll do it now."

Qin Xuming nodded and turned around and left.

The butler left by Uncle Ren has a strong execution ability and has experience in the martial arts world. However, he is not a few years older than Chen Qiu. This funeral is also the first time he is hosting. There are some omissions, which are understandable.

Chen Qiu obtained the land deed of the villa from Ren Hao, and was already the new owner of Wulong Villa. There were originally more than 500 people here, and Chen Qiu asked them to stay or stay. In the past few days, there were more than 300 people left in the villa.

The two old managers and some servants of the Ren family have also told Chen Qiu that the leader has left and they will follow the leader back to Nantong's ancestral home to guard the tomb for Ren Hao.

This is a matter of loyalty and righteousness, and Chen Qiu doesn't want to stop him.

He leaned on the chair, as if he was taking a break, and practiced the Liangyi Divine Fist in his dream. Ren Hao had already handed him the complete boxing score. He had to relax for a moment in this martial arts practice.

There are also four magical skills given by Zhang Moye. We must hurry up and start the game and create a unique skill according to his ideas.

After a quarter of an hour outside, the door of the side hall was pushed open, and the movement was sensed. Chen Qiu stopped boxing, opened his eyes, and saw Lin Huiyin standing at the door.

She was still wearing the white sword dress, with long sleeves, and a Xiaoxiang Echo Sword behind her back, and a white gauze hat.

On her left arm, she was wearing a white mourning belt.
To be continued...