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Mr. Hong's funeral paper horse was sent to one door in a set.

Someone from one of the sects came to ask Bai Zhun to "hold justice". Standing in the main room of the Bai family's small building, he said very politely: "Qi Ye, you have to be a witness for this matter, and Hong Sihai can't just say what he said." what?"

Bai Zhun held a delicate purple clay teapot in his hand. He glanced at several people, picked up the handle and took a sip of tea, with a full posture: "This is your family's business. It's not like Mr. Hong didn't leave a message. You just do it."

Huo Zhenye watched him drink tea, holding back a sullen face.

The purple sand teapot is not brewed with Yuqian Longjing or Taiping Houkui.It contained the milk tea he had made in the morning. He made a small bag of tea leaves and boiled them with milk and sugar.

Originally, he wanted to pour hot chocolate for him, but Bai Zhun rolled his eyelids: "This is a teapot."

It's still a famous artist's handwriting, which can't be easily obtained.

Bai Zhun has a face that should drink Xuemei Longjing, but he obviously doesn't like tea, Huo Zhenye tentatively asked: "How about I make you some milk tea and pour it in?"

Bai Zhun raised his eyebrows, milk tea is also tea, tea can be poured into the teapot, which is not a disgrace to the purple clay pot made by this famous craftsman: "All right."

Bai Zhun took a sip comfortably, this dude always has something new.

The people from the first school wanted to persuade them again, but Bai Zhun glanced at them, with a half-smile: "Otherwise, invite the old man up again and see what he has to say?"

Several people were all startled and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Bai Qiye said that he wanted to invite him, but he was afraid it was true, but just thinking about it would make his hair stand on end, even if it was false, according to Qiye's temper, he didn't want to say anything.

Can't take that risk.

Several people immediately changed their tone: "The old man has gone, how can he bother him with the funeral, if it disturbs him, it is the fault of our juniors."

"What Qi Ye said is also reasonable. After all, this is also our family's business. We can't make everyone laugh."

"I'm bothering Qiye, let's go back now."

It dissipated in a moment.

Bai Zhun watched them flee the door, he held the teapot against the soft goose feather pillow, and raised his hand: "Give me some more."

On the day of Mr. Hong's funeral, the eight families gathered together.

A family of dutiful sons and virtuous grandchildren cried so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs. They sent Mr. Hong's coffin to the southern suburb cemetery. The disciples each took a pickaxe of soil, and Hong Sihai pressed the grave in the end.

After compacting the soil and erecting the stele, his chubby body rolled into a ball, trembling from crying.

Just after the stele was erected, the masters of the five sects stood up and said, "Have you come up with the regulations for one sect? If we merge into one gate together, we will still be considered a family in the future."

On the day Mr. Hong died, Bai Zhun had expected this situation.

Han Zhu was wearing a white cloth around her waist, and Shi Kuan was following behind her. The two stood quite close, which seemed to be a little close.

It turned out that these sects didn't look down on Han Zhu as a woman, and now they are going to be merged into Yiguan Dao. Instead, they persuaded Han Zhu: "My niece, Yiguan Dao has not only the teacher but also the mother of the earth. According to your ability, you can stand on your own." What's the problem with the altar?"

"According to my ability, it's not difficult to stand on my own." Han Zhu pushed back.

Huo Zhenye pushed Bai Zhun's bamboo wheelchair and stood at the outermost edge. He knew that the sadness in Bai Zhun's heart had passed, and these people were not in his eyes.

He leaned over and joked: "This Han Zhu learned how to speak from you?"

This tune, this tone, this choking-to-death vigor, is almost exactly the same as Bai Zhun's.

Bai Zhun was slightly taken aback, he had always felt that Han Zhu's temper suited him, but now that he thought about it, it turned out that this girl always said things he would say.

Bai Zhun nodded seriously.

Huo Zhenye was still afraid that some sect masters would make trouble, so before he moved, Shi Kuan took a step forward, and everyone could clearly see the intention of protecting him.

This is Sanmen so that the fat and water will not flow into the fields of outsiders.

"Little girl, my family has never seen a storm. How can you gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes alone? It turns out that you are a member of the eight sects. If there is anything, we will help. If the eight sects are separated, who do you rely on?"

Han Zhu glanced at him coldly, walked to the tomb of Mr. Hong, put a stick of incense on it first, then flicked his sleeve, two green seedlings were inserted into the soil in front of the tomb.

The green seedlings grow when they see the wind, climbing up layer by layer, and soon grow into a small tree as high as the stone tablet.

Dozens of bowl-sized white camellias bloomed on the two dwarf trees. When outsiders saw it, they thought it was planted here specially by their descendants.

This is Shi Kuan's specialty.

"I don't have anything to show for it, so I will send two flowers to Old Sect Master Hong."

Before Huo Zhenye could applaud, someone laughed and clapped first. The man was dressed in black and had an ax pinned to his waist. He was not handsome, but his thick eyebrows and tiger eyes made him unforgettable at first sight.

It is the master of the four sects.

He didn't show up for the fight last time, but this time, the head of the funeral finally showed up.

Among the eight sects, apart from Bai Qi who is impermanent and not easy to provoke, the other one is the lunatic Wang Si.

Even Han Zhu, an orphan from the three sects, was unwilling to help together, and naturally the masters of the four sects were also unwilling.

Huo Zhenye asked softly: "During the three rounds of the City God, it was the four gates who used big knives to light the heart lamp?"

"Not bad." Bai Zhun frowned slightly.

The heart-of-flesh lamp is to use an iron hook to pierce the flesh on the arm, and carry the copper lamp around the city. This thing is dripping with blood, and Bai Zhun never likes to look at it.

"Those of the eight sects who are willing to join the Yiguan Dao, still go together, and those who don't want to go their separate ways."

There are two factions standing in front of the grave, one gate, two gates, five gates and six gates stand together, and the remaining gates stand scattered on the other side.

The old sect master Chu remained silent. His only son died in the spell of Qingyang in Xiangshui Town, and he would never sit with Yiguan Dao. He stood behind all the time, and only then stood up.

He stood on crutches, glanced at the hundred or so people, and waved his hand: "Let's go."

Those who merged into the first pass left the grave of Mr. Hong together. After a while, there were only 30 to [-] people left in front of the grave. Crazy Wang stepped forward and nodded to Bai Zhun.

Even lunatics respect ghosts and gods.

Ah Sheng followed behind the Bamen troupe, so he leaned forward, grinned his white teeth and greeted Huo Bai and the two: "Seventh Master, Senior Brother Huo."

"Asheng, how is your play practice?" Huo Zhenye patted Asheng on the shoulder.

A Sheng scratched his head, his face beaming with joy: "The sect master said that my singing is better than before." He said that he finally got the hang of the word "singing", and he could be on stage after practicing hard.

"How is my senior sister?" He went to Xiangshui Town to build a grave for the sect master and junior juniors, and buried Senior Brother Chen. He always wanted to find Xuan Yun, but was afraid that Bai Zhun would find him annoying.

"Your senior sister is pretty good." Either sleeping in the jar, or singing on the roof under the moonlight.

Ah Sheng felt relieved when he heard this, he thought for a while and told Bai Zhun: "The opera troupe is going to disband." The Jiqing troupe is gone, but the Yiqing troupe and Fengqing troupe are still singing, and they plan to separate.

The old sect master Chu experienced the pain of losing his son, and his health was not as good as before. He wanted Ye Luo to return to his roots.

"Then where are you going?" Huo Zhenye asked.

Ah Sheng smiled: "Senior Brother Hong and the others said they are going to Hong Kong, I want to go with them." He also has seven or eight martial arts brothers, and we all go together.

Southside, Hong Kong.

"That's good too. Qi Ye and I have free time, and we will also live in Hong Kong for a while, and then we will come and play with you." The Huo family also has a house in Hong Kong.

"Hey." Ah Sheng saw that Chu's old family was about to leave, and bid farewell to Huo Zhenye Bai Zhun.

Han Zhu had been standing quietly, and Shi Kuan was standing behind her. She waited for others to leave before she came forward: "Qiye, I want to ask Qiye to witness the marriage for me."

Huo Zhenye suddenly remembered that Bai Zhun said that he was a matchmaker, but he never thought that it was Han Zhu's marriage.

Standing behind Han Zhu, Shi Kuan raised the corners of his mouth when he heard Han Zhu talk about the marriage.

Han Zhu had always kept a plain face, and Huo Zhenye had never seen a smile on her face before. At this moment, she smiled slightly, and her slightly unsexy eyes suddenly became brighter, and her light eyes brightened: "Don't smile."

Shi Kuan was still laughing, but he promised, "Okay, I won't laugh."

Han Zhu's face burned, remembering the scene when he proposed marriage, he rushed to the door, and first showed her the "blossom and fruit": "This is my bride price for my daughter-in-law."

The principal of the Han family raised a peach blossom tree one and a half tall, and the blossoming peach blossoms were as gorgeous as a piece of brocade.When the flowers came to fruition, Shi Kuan picked off a fresh peach and handed it to Han Zhu.

For a moment, Han Zhu couldn't see how he made the trick, so he couldn't help stretching out his hand and took the fresh peach, thinking in his heart, if he could mix the fairy thread with the blossom and fruit, it would be a new trick.

As soon as the peach touched my hand, it turned into a gold bracelet.

Shi Kuan looked at her with a smile: "This is also a bride price."

Holding the gold bracelet, Han Zhu's eyes turned cold: "I'm not beautiful."

She is not self-deprecating, but just suspicious, she is not beautiful, Liu Da dislikes her for not being beautiful enough, so disliked that she abandons her brothers and sisters, and wants to go with Jin Dangui, doesn't Shi Kuan dislike her?

Shi Kuan is bigger than Liu, and a bit more unrestrained.

Shi Kuan's eyes were strange: "I'm not rich, and all I have is this gold bracelet."

Han Zhu threw the gold bracelet back to him, turned around and left: "Then keep all your wealth."

"I know you disdain these things, I will teach you the trick just now."

Han Zhu paused: "Are you willing to teach me?"

"I will."

"I will not teach you the Immortal Cable."

"I know."

"Even if I don't marry you?"

"Even if you don't marry me."

"If you know what I do, you won't teach it anymore."

"I know." He guessed.

Han Zhu defended the three sects so much, she might have dealt with the two brothers, the rules of the world, the rules of the sect, other people think she is cruel, but Shi Kuan thinks this is justified, he came to be the master of the three sects, it is also Same.

Han Zhu glanced at him, and finally a gleam flashed in his indifferent eyes.

When Han Zhu learned to "flower and bear fruit", the two of them really blossomed.

Han Zhu's wedding date was set at the end of the month, and the eight sects were separated, so there was no need to entertain the heads of the various sects, and only Bai Zhun was asked to be the witness.

When Bai Zhun came, he didn't expect Han Zhu to get married, he didn't bring anything with him, when the bamboo stick touched the ground, Huo Zhenye took out his wallet and stuffed it into his hand.

Bai Zhun didn't even look at it, he took out a stack of money from inside, the wallet was still full just now, but it collapsed immediately.

He threw the empty wallet to Huo Zhenye, and Huo Zhenye caught it. Fortunately, he could make money, such a trick would make him unaffordable.

"These are the gift money from me. Just marry this time, and do it in a good manner." If Sanye Han is still alive, he must also want to marry a daughter in a good manner.

Bai Zhun wanted to talk about his age, he was younger than Han Zhu, but he spoke in the tone of an elder, Han Zhu stretched out his hand to take it: "Thank you Qiye, I will offer incense to my father, so that he can rest assured."

Shi Kuan saluted and went after Han Zhu.

Huo Zhenye pushed Bai Zhun back into the car. In late autumn, the cemetery was desolate, and when the wind blew, yellow leaves fell all over the ground.

"Tell me, does Shi Kuan know about it?" Do you know that Han Zhu murdered, designed.

Bai Zhun didn't care: "One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer, you care so much."

Huo Zhenye lowered his eyebrows and glanced at Bai Zhun. Indeed, one of them was willing to fight and the other was willing to suffer.

Bai Zhun sat comfortably in the car and drove into the city, he said: "I want to eat cake, from the Black Forest."

"No." Huo Zhenye glanced at him, "The Prodigal Seventh Master spent all the money."

The author has something to say: White · Milk tea in a purple clay pot · Want to eat cake · Seven: Say it again, who is the prodigal you are talking about, and whether there is any

Huo took out the gold watch and exchanged it for cake. Seven: Yes, yes.