Fast travel: The host is too crazy to shoot, the system can't stop it

Chapter 28 Cultivation of Immortals (28) Huang Quan Bi Luo
The send-off ceremony began early the next morning.

Everyone was in the main hall first, and when the time came, the coffin was raised to lead the way for burial.

Today is cloudy and rainy, which is really in line with everyone's mind. The soul-calling banners are raised with the drizzle, the bells are dull, and the white clothes are plain brocade.

The see-off team stretched for thousands of miles, and all the disciples and elders of Jiange were in the team, wearing uniform white cloaks, and walked silently.

Yan Nanxu was also in the team. The cloak was so wide that it could almost cover half of his face. Everyone lowered their heads. No one could spot Yan Nanxu.

The sky was gray and the drizzle was like silk.

Walking halfway, I met a willow grove, which is the season when catkins are flying, and the catkins are flying all over the sky, as if to see you off.

Someone in the team saw this scene and cursed in a low voice, "Unlucky!"

Then he was reminded by the people around him and immediately silenced.

Yan Nanxu heard it and knew what he was cursing. She looked at the catkins flying in front of her eyes and lowered her eyes in silence.

The ringing of the soul-calling banner continued all the way, and finally stopped at the cemetery of the previous Jiange Lords. There were no willow catkins, only more and more heavy drizzle remained.

Everyone stood still, and the summoning flag stopped.

Someone read a eulogy in the rain──
"I always cherish my hometown, but it has returned to the dust. Life is so far, the way of heaven is peaceful.

I would like to take the clear waves of the Xiangjiang River, the fallen trees of Dongting, the lonely clouds of Yuelu, and the tearful bamboos of Junshan Mountain, as well as paper money and incense candles, white wine and green tea, and lay them in front of the coffin, and send them back with tears..."

Everyone mourned in silence, some disciples covered their faces and wept, Yan Nanxu raised his eyes to see the wind and rain as dark...

It's just that in the past I went, now I come to think...

The rain was getting heavier, and the ceremony was about to go on. The bell of the summoning banner rang again, and it was time to go back.

Everyone moved slowly, Yan Nanxu grabbed the things at hand, did not move for a while, and involuntarily raised his head to look at the new grave outside the crowd...

At this moment, a person on the side suddenly approached, raised his hand and suddenly lifted Yan Nanxu's cloak and hat──
"Yan Nanxu?!!"

Yan Nanxu was distracted just now and failed to stop the man's movements in time. His face was completely exposed in the eyes of everyone, and he was caught off guard.

As the disciple's startled and angry voice sounded, everyone was stunned. After realizing it, they quickly moved away from Yan Nanxu and surrounded him with a full face of vigilance.

Sharp weapons are not allowed at funerals, so no one wears a saber.

Yan Nanxu also did not expect this situation, looking at the guarded and angry disciples around him, he was a little at a loss.

"What else are you doing here? Are the rabbits dead and foxes sad and hypocritical?!"

"You are not worthy to step into the Jiange again, let alone come to see the Lord!"

"Get out!"

The sound of cursing sounded, Yan Nanxu stood in the middle without saying a word, the drizzle had turned into heavy rain, his cloak was torn off, and at this moment the rain completely soaked his whole body.

An elder stood up and said sternly: "Shut up! Where is this place and what time is it now?!"

After hearing this, all the disciples bowed their heads silently and stopped talking.

The elder looked at Yan Nanxu.

Yan Nanxu actually didn't have much interaction with other elders in Jiange. Xiao Yi would tell him directly about everything. He didn't like to show his face in front of people, so Xiao Yi just followed him.

"Yan Nanxu," the elder said seriously, "I am not familiar with you, but I know that the Lord trusts you the most... So, I finally ask you, the Lord, did you kill it?"

Did he kill himself?
Of course not... But it wasn't killed by me, but because of me...

The heavy rain was heavy, and the rain curtain made people's vision blurry. Apart from the sound of rain, everyone was waiting for an answer.

"It's me..." This was Yan Nanxu's final answer.

There seemed to be no sorrow or joy in the voice, even life and death.

"No... no! Master!" Nangong Mu suddenly rushed out to argue, but was immediately stopped by his disciples and pinned to the ground!
"Presumptuous!" The elder scolded Nangong Mu angrily.

Yan Nanxu subconsciously took a step forward to help Nangong Mu, but quickly stopped. He shouldn't help Nangong Mu now...helping him would actually harm him.

The elder looked at Yan Nanxu, and said coldly: "I can also tell that the death of the lord is not what you wanted, but in the end you should pay for it with blood. From then on, you Yan Nanxu has nothing to do with Jiange, and you will never die! In front of the lord, one should not see the blood, see you someday, Jiange disciples will definitely be swords!!"

The disciple on the side felt grief and indignation, and said eagerly: "Elder! He──"

The elder said bluntly, "He didn't wear a sword either."

Yan Nanxu didn't bring his saber, he really came to worship and mourn.

The heavy rain made Yan Nanxu's hair disheveled, and she looked inexplicably sad and beautiful as if the vegetation was withering.

Yan Nanxu didn't make any rebuttal, and bowed to the elder and bowed, acquiescing.

Then he didn't leave directly, but turned around and walked to the new tombstone.

The disciples were still on guard, but they didn't block his way, and slowly moved out of the way.

Old earth and new tomb, you buried under the spring, I sent to the world.

Yan Nanxu took out what he had been keeping in his sleeves, leaned over and gently placed it in front of the monument...

It is the sword tassel, which is crystal clear and woven like frost and snow.

The belongings of an old friend should not be stained with blood, let alone be stained with blood...

There is a vast expanse of life and death here, don't ask about the date of return.

Yan Nanxu saluted again towards the new grave, then turned and left.

The Jiange disciples stood on both sides, watching Yan Nanxu walk by with vigilance.

Cang Shu looked at the white-clothed figure gradually approaching and further away in the rain, and a great sense of fear suddenly surged in his heart, and he was about to rush forward in an instant, but the senior brother beside him quickly grabbed him.

The senior brother held Cang Shu tightly, frowned, and shook his head slightly.

Cang Shu paused, then looked over, the figure had disappeared into the rain.

The ringing of the soul-calling flags started again, mixed in with the sound of rain, crossing to the other shore...

Yan Nanxu was walking down the mountain alone. He didn't call Xing Ting and walked down the mountain.

The heavy rain hit his body and even felt a little painful. He felt the pain in his back gradually getting stronger, probably because the wound was open.

The whip wound was very difficult to heal. It was hard to stop the bleeding before, but now it was soaked by the heavy rain, and the wound opened again. The blood color slowly appeared on the white clothes and was quickly washed away by the rain. peach blossom.

Just the heavy rain beat, and the peach blossoms withered and scattered all over the ground.

Yan Nanxu passed by the willow forest, and the flying catkins could no longer be seen. The rain knocked down the catkins, and the ground was covered with snow. March in the world was like snow in the cold winter.

"Host... what should we do next?" The system didn't dare to persuade Nanxu, but asked cautiously.

"Get rid of those monsters, and then, kill Yao Heng."

"Then, the protagonist..."

"He will become the Master of Comprehension... use my method."

The system was silent for a while, and then said: "You host... don't be too sad... In the original plot, although it was not explicitly stated, it was still hinted at. Later, the master of Jiange's medicine stone has no cure, and time is running out..."

Yan Nanxu didn't answer, and finally looked back, looking at the Jiange in the heavy rain──
The living are passers-by, the dead are returnees, the heaven and the earth are traveling against each other, and we are all in sorrow.

(End of this chapter)