Wow, the connotation of this cross talk is so rich!

After the farewell ceremony, everyone left the farewell hall.Qin Yuejing and Jiang Chengyang left the crowd to get Zhang Laizi's ashes.

When they came to the ashes collection place, the two received a small bag of ashes, and then quickly put the ashes into the rosewood box prepared in advance.

At this time, the two of them looked at the urn, feeling very sad for a moment.

This is people!What kind of glory and wealth, what kind of fame? Lilu, what do you get in the end? Is it this!

The two had some feelings about life, life and death in an instant.

After collecting the ashes, the two hurried out of the funeral home and went to the Houshan Cemetery to place the urn.

When the cremator found out that the ashes of the old man had been taken away and nothing happened, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help thinking silently: No? Come to me, no? Come to me, Father, you go all the way, go all the way, don't come back!I have the old and the young, don't you? Come and find me!

After muttering in a low voice, the cremator felt that it would be safer for him to go to the temple to worship immediately tomorrow.

After leaving the funeral hall, Qin Yuejing and Jiang Chengyang walked to Hu Zhongfa.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Hu Zhongfa felt that the funeral was over and he felt much more refreshed, so he immediately asked the two of them.

"No? It's okay, Uncle Fatty. Senior brother and I will come down after putting the ashes away. There are also staff over there." Qin Yuejing felt that Hu Zhongfa was too busy these three days, and he lost a lot of weight.

"Uncle Fat, why don't you take Du Shaoyuan and the others to dinner first, we'll catch up later? Just leave a car for us." Thinking of something, Jiang Chengyang said quickly.

After the funeral, there is an appreciation banquet for the family members.At this time, the hotel over there probably has already started cooking and serving food, just waiting? They passed by.

This early in the morning, Du Shaoyuan and the others were also busy, no? No matter what, they had to give a good thank you.

Hu Zhongfa nodded slightly, thinking that the two of them might have something to say to Zhang Laizi, he also understood, and immediately said: "Okay, I'll take Xiao Du and the others to have dinner first, and come over when you're done!"

While they were talking, a middle-aged man in his 40s walked over. The man looked a little worried.

"You are, Qin Yuejing and? Jiang Chengyang, that..." The middle-aged man doesn't know how to introduce himself.

Hu Zhongfa? Seeing that this person was looking for Qin Yuejing and the others, he hurriedly said, "You guys talk first, and I'll take them away first." Hu Zhongfa waved at Du Shaoyuan and the others while talking: "Everyone, come with me to the hotel." A delicious meal is the last gift to Mr. Zhang!"

"Okay." Everyone responded in unison, and then quickly got into the car.How could they be sad at this moment? After listening to Qin Yuejing's allegro just now, it was really comforting, wasn't it? Well, I didn't expect that there would be unexpected gains from attending a funeral.

Qin Yuejing and? Jiang Chengyang watched? The luxury cars of the funeral procession drove away one after another, and then they focused on the? middle-aged man in front of them.

At this moment, the two looked at? This? The middle-aged man looked more and more familiar, as if they had seen it somewhere?

This? Middle-aged man, no? Someone else is Song Xinfang.

Seeing the two people looking at her with inexplicable faces, Song Xinfang's eyes were red, and he choked up and said: "If you are ranking seniority, I should call you two uncles. I am Song Xinfang from Shihutang After all, Zhang Lizi, that is, Zhang Liji, is my uncle."

No wonder!

Qin Yuejing and Jiang Chengyang looked at each other, no wonder they thought this person looked familiar, wasn't it? Was it the Song Xinfang they were talking about before?

But how did this person get here?

At this time, Qin Yuejing thought about the grievances between Shihutang and Master, and her voice became cold: "My master is no longer a member of Shihutang. We have only learned cross talk for more than three years, so we have little talent, don't we? Dare to call yourself a teacher?" uncle."

The central idea of ​​Qin Yuejing's words is that we have nothing to do with Shihutang, and you don't come here? What kind of relatives are you going to have?

Hearing Qin Yuejing's words, Song Xinfang also sighed.He knew a long time ago what would happen if he came into contact with Mr. Zhang's two apprentices, didn't he? But he still had to do some things.Then he took out a white envelope from his bag.

"No? Sorry, I only found out about this today, so I rushed over here immediately, no matter what, even if I don't have those things before, if it's just a cross talk, I should come and have a look at the old man. Give the old man a ride."

After speaking, he seemed afraid that the two would refuse, so he quickly stuffed the white envelope into Qin Yuejing's hands, and then bowed three times to the urn Jiang Chengyang was holding.

After getting up, Song Xinfang said: "No? No matter what, if you have anything to do in the future, you can come to me." After speaking, he sighed and left without turning his head.

Qin Yuejing and Jiang Chengyang looked at Song Xinfang's leaving back with mixed emotions in their hearts. They never expected that there are still people thinking about their master in the Lion and Tiger Hall.

"Okay, let's go and bury Master." Jiang Chengyang recovered and reminded quickly.Qin Yuejing nodded, and then the two went all the way to the back mountain.

The cemetery of this funeral parlor is built on the back hill. It has a large area and is well-built. Marble stairs and black tombstones extend up layer by layer. The neat pine trees planted beside the road give people a beautiful view. In addition to the feeling, it also looks extraordinarily solemn.

The two couldn't help sighing in their hearts that Hu Zhongfa? He chose this geomantic treasure land for Lame Zhang.

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At this time, the sky was dimly lit, and the sunlight from the horizon shone on the back mountain through the gray gauzy clouds.

Qin Yuejing and Jiang Chengyang held Zhang Laizi's urn and walked up the steps slowly.The goal of the two is the top of the mountain, which is the best cemetery in the entire cemetery.

At this time, the two people who had climbed halfway up the mountain looked around and saw that family members had already placed urns one after another, and some people started to pay homage to them, but? Because it was early in the morning, there were not so many people. .

The two continued to walk up the mountain, halfway through, suddenly, a violent strange wind mixed with sand and stones blew past, and the two couldn't open their eyes.

The next moment, the urn in Jiang Chengyang's hand suddenly slipped away.

Jiang Chengyang thought to himself, "Okay, okay, and quickly tried to reach out to grab the urn, but the strange wind pinned him tightly in place, and he couldn't move an inch.

Just when the two of them were out of sight, the urn suddenly opened automatically, and the ashes inside were swept away by the wind in an instant.

The strange wind came and went quickly. When the two opened their eyes again, they found that the urn had been blown ten meters away.

The two were startled, and ran over quickly to pick up the urn. At this time, they also found that the ashes inside had been blown away by the wind.

"It's over, what can we do!"

Qin Yuejing looked at the empty urn and her eyes were red with anxiety.This is all right, how could the ashes be blown away?

Jiang Chengyang was also very anxious, didn't he? He stared at the urn and looked at it? He suddenly thought of something, frowned and asked: "Don't worry, just look at the current situation, like Unlike the joke that Master taught us, the story of the Western King Hongchang?"

"This……"

Qin Yuejing's eyes widened after hearing this, and she instantly remembered that story.

[It is said that at the end of the Chinese Han Dynasty, there was a Western King Hongchang Jun. He watched the sky at night and predicted that his death would be near.

Knowing the date of his death for a while, Lord Hongchang panicked.

Immediately he called many alchemists to do the divination, looking for a way to solve it, but after doing the calculations, these alchemists all said that there was no solution.

Don't Mr. Hongchang? He is reconciled, doesn't he? He wants to die like this.

Two days later, a skinny alchemist came to the door and pointed out a clear way for him, that is, a fake death substitute.

The alchemist's method is very simple, that is, let Hongchang Jun hold a fake funeral, and put a corpse in the coffin, so that everyone thinks that Hongchang Jun is dead.At the same time, the alchemist cast some spells to cover up the secrets, so Lord Hongchang can escape the inevitable end of death.

Mr. Hongchang simply has no other way now, why not if you think about it carefully? Why don't you try the method of this alchemist.

Then Mr. Hongchang faked his death, found an unclaimed corpse, and secretly planned his funeral.

All the preparations went smoothly, but on the way to his funeral on the day of his funeral, a strange wind suddenly blew up and blew the funeral people upside down, so that the auspicious time for the burial was not missed.

In fact, isn't this strange wind? It's something else, it's the impermanence that came to lock the soul from the underworld.

The youngest son of Mr. Xiwen Wang Hongchang is extremely intelligent. He felt that the wind was extremely unusual.After the funeral, he searched for clues and finally found his father in a deep mountain.

Father and son are reunited, and Mr. Hongchang also escaped the inevitable end...]

At the beginning, Zhang Lizi told the story simply, but there were too many loopholes and doubts in it. At one time, Qin Yuejing and Jiang Chengyang didn't know how to complain.

Who is this Western King Hongchang Jun? Is there such a person in history?

Why can he judge his own death?

Why is Mr. Hongchang's youngest son so smart, he thinks his father must have faked his death?

Why did Mr. Hongchang hide in the mountains?

In the end, the alchemist didn't show up either. Where did he go?

Etc., etc.

Although this story is full of countless loopholes and doubts, Zhang Zizi didn't explain it until he died? This story, but it doesn't prevent Qin Yuejing from thinking about it a little bit.

Could it be?Could it be? !

Qin Yuejing clenched her hands into fists, extremely excited, and was about to talk to Jiang Chengyang, but at this moment, a man in a suit and leather shoes not far away walked towards the two of them, waving his hands as he walked.

After Jiang Chengyang noticed it, he quickly covered the urn that Qin Yuejing was holding, and motioned him to keep silent.

Qin Yuejing quickly suppressed the joy in her heart, and slightly nodded at Jiang Chengyang to express her understanding.

"You are the family members of old Mr. Zhang Liji. Hurry up, the place is ready for burial." The person who came was the staff of the funeral home, and he was in charge of urn burial.

The two responded quickly, and immediately followed the staff member to their master's cemetery.

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Standing in front of Zhang Laizi's tombstone at this time, looking at Zhang Laizi's somewhat mean-spirited smile in the photo, the two of them suddenly felt a little funny. It really was their master, and they could figure it out.

Knowing that their master still had a glimmer of life, the two of them couldn't help but relax, and even the corners of their mouths curled up.

The staff next to them saw that the two of them were not as sad as other family members, but looked relaxed. They thought that the two of them might also want to let go. After all, their old man is already in his 80s, so it is a joy and death.

Afterwards, under the reminder of the staff, Qin Yuejing and Jiang Chengyang put the empty urn into the cemetery.Then two staff members put the lid on the tomb coffin and it fit perfectly.

Afterwards, the two saluted Zhang Laizi's tombstone.

Until then, the whole funeral was over.

The author has something to say: the story is made up, and there is no such person as Wang Hongchang in Western languages~

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