Dressed like a deadly enemy

The cold wind whimpered and the streets were deserted. The people of Yaodu knew that Mu Shuo was going to be buried today, so they all hid in their houses and did not come out. Only the brave ones peeked out the windows.

The funeral procession was huge, and almost all the courtiers came. The Mu family was originally a big family living in Yaodu, with a thriving population, and the mighty procession of thousands of people walked on the street far apart from each other.

After Lu Junzhuo met the Empress Dowager Mu, he also met his uncles. Although the Mu family did not give him good looks, they recognized his identity and asked him to change into a filial robe and follow Mu Cheng.

There were many courtiers whispering to each other and talking in low voices, but he pretended not to hear, walked silently with his head down, occasionally looked back, and saw Qi Zai and others looking at him thoughtfully, but when they met their eyes, they could look at each other with the same expression as usual. looked at him and nodded.

These ministers of power and propaganda are all figures.

Thinking of this, he looked at Yun Feitan's position, and found that he was not there, he was there just now, why did he disappear after turning a corner?Worried in his heart, he couldn't help but slow down his pace, causing Mu Cheng to turn his head and stare at him.

"What's the matter?" Mu Cheng's voice was like a whisper, "Don't mess around at grandfather's funeral."

His voice was hoarse, his eyes were red and swollen, and his complexion was not very good.

"Nothing, don't worry, I won't do anything today." Lu Junzhuo quickened her pace and followed closely beside him.

Mu's clan cemetery is outside the North City, not far from Junshan Taixue, just one mile away from the place where Lu Junzhuo captured Wenshang before, passing through the purple bamboo forest, backed by Junshan Xiuquan Peak, it is a beautiful valley.

The procession went all the way, but the coffin could not fall to the ground. Several groups of people took turns to carry the coffin. The funeral procession stopped for two or three times on the road, and finally arrived at the edge of the purple bamboo forest.

After days of exhaustion, many people are overwhelmed and do not want to move after resting.Mu Cheng was still standing solemnly holding the spirit tablet. There were withered grass leaves at his feet, which were blown by the wind and hit his robe making a rustling sound.

Although the grass elsewhere has also turned yellow due to the approach of early winter, only the weeds around his feet are dry and black and extremely withered.

Lu Junzhuo squatted to the edge of the grass, pulled the black grass stalks, and found a bead that was shining with a faint black light.

It turned out to be the beads that fell that day. No wonder he was restless, and vaguely felt the power to push himself to push the grass away.

He reached out to pick it up, but as soon as his hand approached, the bead rolled away, as if it was afraid of him.

Is it because of witchcraft?

He walked over and reached out with his left hand, but still couldn't catch it.

He was distressed, watching the bead roll to the bottom of Mu Cheng's feet, he seemed to have to find a way to pick it up.

"What are you doing?" Mu Cheng couldn't help asking when he saw that he walked around him and was still staring at the soles of his feet.

"Master, do me a favor, pick up this bead for me."

When Mu Cheng heard that he was still calling him son, his expression was a little unnatural. He wanted to get angry but held back. He raised his foot and saw a black bead lying on the grass, "What is it?"

"Why don't you pick it up yourself?" Mu Cheng asked suspiciously, taking two steps back to make room.

"It's afraid of me and won't let me pick it up." Afraid that he wouldn't believe it, Lu Junzhuo stretched out his hand a few times, but the beads rolled aside, slippery like a snake.

"What evil thing, don't pick it up." Mu Cheng was taken aback, and turned his head to see Lishi carrying the coffin and walking forward, he quickly set up the spirit tablet to keep up, and ignored him.

Lu Junzhuo shook his head regretfully, let's forget it, he didn't know when the witchcraft technique would fail, he glanced at the bead, and gave up the idea of ​​picking it up.

The team moved slowly, and after walking not far, Lu Junzhuo found that the bead was not far or near, and seemed to want to follow, but was afraid of the power of the witch, so he kept a safe distance.

Entering the valley, the cemetery is in front. Mu Cheng is holding a memorial tablet in front, and the coffin is behind. He walked into an unsealed tomb. Shuo's life.

Lu Junzhuo did not follow the tomb, but stood beside the stone tablet, secretly observing the Mu family's cemetery.

The entire valley is full of large and small stone tombs, some of which are old and some of which are newly built.

The mourning and music are continuous, the mountain wind cannot blow into the valley, and the sound of mourning and music cannot be transmitted out. It echoes around the valley, which is very scary.

There was also a soul-calling ceremony ahead, and Bu Fang sang and danced in a sacrificial robe. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, Lu Junzhuo would definitely laugh out loud.

He was afraid that he couldn't help it, so he turned his head and looked at other places, only to see the bead rolled, rolled to his feet, and then rolled to the side of an old stone tomb candlestick next to it, stopped there and rolled back and forth, like It was signaling him to look at the candlestick.

The candlestick was made of copper, covered with patina, it wasn't that special.He bent over to look at it. It had faint indentations that looked like a eulogy.It stands to reason that the tomb keeper of the Mu family should take care of the cemetery and not let the ancestor's residence look like this.

Lu Junzhuo didn't know much about ancient characters, and couldn't read all the characters on the candlestick. All he knew was that the owner of the tomb was obsessed with casting wares, especially the best sword casting skills, but his proud work was a copper bell, which has many uses. Some of the nicks are too blurry to see clearly.

The black bead jumped around the edge of the candlestick, and finally fell into the lamp. The lamp was shaped like a bell. Lu Junzhuo reached out to stroke the edge of the lamp and picked it up. The bead was still lying quietly in the lamp.

The bottom of the lamp happened to have a circular groove the same size as the bead, and the black bead was stuck in the groove. Lu Junzhuo turned the lamp upside down and shook it, but the black bead got stuck in it and did not fall out.

He put the lamp back into his sleeve, kowtowed respectfully to the tomb owner, and thanked him. The previous ritual of summoning the soul was over, and all the relatives of the Mu clan knelt down in front of the tombstone to say their final farewell.

Lu Jun adjusted her clothes, stepped forward, and knelt down among the crowd.

A joss stick was burning in front of the stele, and the green smoke was blown away by the wind.

There was a sound of weeping, which was inaudible at first, but gradually, more and more female family members couldn't help crying loudly, and even many young princes also cried loudly.

Although Mu Shuo is in power in the court, he is extremely protective of his relatives, and he is the protector of many dudes in the clan. Now that they are gone, their cries are very sincere.

The courtiers had different expressions. Qi Zai stood outside the crowd with his hands in his sleeves, his expression indifferent and his eyes flickering.

Outside the valley, there were two fast horses galloping towards them. One of the riders was dressed in the uniform of a servant of the Qi Mansion, and the other was dressed in the costume of a servant of the Qin Mansion. Both of them were in a mess.

They didn't stop their horses when they reached the mouth of the valley, and broke into the valley directly.

"My lord, my lord, something happened in the city!" The servant of Qi Mansion passed the gate at the entrance of the valley first, and shouted in panic.Looking around, when he found Qi Zai, he turned his horse and ran towards him, ignoring the courtiers standing around in the valley.

"Why are you panicking?" Qi Zai was displeased, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he didn't look good.

"General Mu and the Marquis of Yuanzhou are fighting!" The servant fell off his horse, hurt somewhere, couldn't get up, and lay prostrate on the ground.