Master Qian's chase meeting was held very grandly. Fengshui masters, business giants, and celebrities from all walks of life came from all over the country, just to present a chrysanthemum and a stick of incense to Master Qian.
Because Master Qian has no children and no daughters, the chase will be held by a special group and several of his apprentices. Some people show their sadness to others, but Master Qian's apprentices are so sad they can't help themselves.
These apprentices have some face in the Fengshui world, and with the fame of the rich masters, their life can be regarded as prosperous. Now their backers have fallen, and the master who taught them is gone, if they are not sad, That would be really heartless.
The masters of the Feng Shui world all know that Master Qian is indeed a very remarkable Feng Shui master, but his apprentices are of mediocre qualifications, and it is probably impossible to achieve the achievements of Master Qian in this life. Seeing that each of them is more sad than each other, the feng shui experts can't say anything more than a few words of encouragement.
Young eagles always have to leave the nest, and even if Qian Lao is still alive, it is impossible to protect them for a lifetime. Life and death are destiny, wealth and honor are in the sky, if they can't see through these, their highest achievement in this life is also a second-rate master.
Qi Yan and Cen Baihe arrived at the scene of the chase meeting together. Cen Baihe represented the Cen family. Although Qi Yan was a junior in the Fengshui world, it was said that Master Qian had a special opinion a few days before his death, so the two came deeply. By the attention.
"Five Master Cen, Master Qi." A young girl with red eyes handed the white flower to the two of them. She was Master Qian's youngest apprentice, Xue Ping.
"My condolences, I want to come to the spirit of my predecessor in the sky, and I don't want to see you too sad." Qi Yan put the white flower on his chest and handed the sealed white bag to the senior brother behind her.
Xue Ping bowed to the two of them, her haggard face full of grief.
Qi Yan knew that what he said now was useless, so he could only sigh and enter the mourning hall.
Xue Ping stood up straight, glanced at the backs of Qi Yan and Cen Bohe, wiped the corners of her eyes that were red and swollen from crying, and bit her lips.
"Junior Sister, Fifth Master Cen and Master Qi have both sent couplets and wreaths. Do they want to put them together?" A middle-aged man who looked very simple and honest walked up to Xue Ping and whispered, "This is Qi Yan is just a junior in the Feng Shui world, Cen Wuye is a famous person, and the wreaths they sent may be a little inappropriate."
"No, just put it together," Xue Ping said hoarsely, "Cen Fifth Master will definitely not be dissatisfied with this."
"Okay then." Senior brother nodded and listened to what the younger sister wanted to do. They are eight brothers and sisters, and the younger sister is the best in talent, and she is also the best in the aspect of face art among them. Even the master once praised her for her talent. Since the younger sister said that the wreaths sent by the two can be placed together, there must be no problem.
When she saw Qi Yan and Cen Baihe, Xue Ping was a little confused, because she couldn't understand the faces of these two people. They were obviously very good-looking, but she felt that she had no idea what to do. One person is extremely short-lived but has longevity, and one person is born lonely but has profound blessings. Contradictory and vague fate, this is the first time she has encountered such a face.
Thinking about it, it was because of her poor academic skills. If the master could calculate it clearly, she would not be confused like her.
Thinking of her master, Xue Ping's eyes couldn't help but redden again.
"Incense!"
Qi Yan and Cen Baihe took the incense from the hands of Master Qian's eldest apprentice, and after lighting it, Cen Baihe made a gesture to Qi Yan, indicating that he should go to the incense first. Qi Yan didn't refuse, he stepped forward and respectfully offered the incense, and after bowing deeply three times, he walked to the side and stood up.
This action fell in the eyes of other people, and they all felt a little emotional. There were rumors outside that Master Qian gave Qi Yan all the good things. I am afraid it is true, otherwise Qi Yan would not be able to implement this kind of gift. Some good people went to see Master Qian's apprentices, and sure enough, a few of them didn't look very good.
The master did not give the apprentice something good, but gave it to an outsider. For the apprentice, it was indeed a great irony. But for a master of the mysterious world like Master Qian, there must be his reasons for doing things. Even if these apprentices are dissatisfied, they should not show their emotions on such occasions.
Cen Bohe glanced at these people, and after putting incense on Master Qian, he walked to Qi Yan and stood still, which meant that everyone present knew that Cen Bohe was on Qi Yan's side, and if anyone moved Qi Yan, That is to not give the Cen family face.
Seeing Cen Baihe's attitude, those who originally wanted to continue watching the show put away their thoughts of watching the play. People in the Xuanshu world can't afford to offend Cen Baihe, because his fate is too good, and offending such a person will bring bad luck. People in the business world dare not offend Cen Baihe, because the Cen family stands too high, and they can't stand it if they stomp their feet.
"Master Qi," Master Zhao walked in front of Qi Yan, saw Cen Baihe beside him, greeted him and said to Qi Yan, "It seems that you are recovering well."
"Blessed by Tuo Bohe, without their family taking care of me, I couldn't get better so quickly," Qi Yan glanced at the picture of Master Qian on the mourning hall, and whispered, "Last time, to break the formation, several masters spent a lot of money. A lot of spiritual power, how is your recovery now?"
"A few of us old guys..." Master Zhao noticed that someone was walking towards this side, and said with a pause, "It's nothing, it's all recovered now."
"That's good," Qi Yan glanced at the person who came, "I can feel at ease in this way."
"Master Zhao," the visitor was wearing a black suit and black shirt, with famous brands hanging all over his body. He didn't come to express his condolences to Master Qian, but more like a brand display, "Hello, hello."
Master Zhao nodded slightly towards him: "Hello."
"I've been wanting to visit you all this time, but unfortunately you haven't been at home, I don't know..."
"Sir, if you have anything to talk about later, this is not the place to talk."
"Yes yes yes." The visitor nodded politely. Although Master Zhao looked cold and did not dare to be unhappy at all, he stepped back and stepped aside, but still glanced at Master Zhao from time to time. Probably some people are born to eat this set, the more aloof Master Zhao is, the more awe-inspiring these people are, and the more they believe in his ability, as if it is an honor to have a few words with him.
With Master Zhao as an example, Qi Yan felt that he still had a lot to learn.
After the memorial service was over, it was time to bury Master Qian. Except for those who were close friends with Master Qian, all the other guests had already left. Cen Baihe wanted to stay with Qi Yan, but Qi Yan did not agree.
"It's not appropriate for you to go to the funeral," Qi Yan whispered to Cen Baihe, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"Alright then," Cen Baihe patted him on the shoulder, "be careful yourself."
The people who stayed for the funeral were all the disciples and grandchildren of Master Qian and people from the Fengshui world. As the representative of the Cen family, it was really inappropriate for him to stay. Although he doesn't care about this, he can't bring trouble to money.
Master Qian's Yin house was chosen in a prosperous place with good feng shui.
I don't know when it started to rain, Qi Yan held up a black cloth umbrella, looked at the picture of Master Qian on the tombstone, sighed softly, put away the umbrella, placed the white flower in his hand in front of his tombstone, stepped back towards him. Bowing to the tombstone.
Without the shelter of the umbrella, the rain fell on his face, bringing a slight chill.
"Master Qi," Xue Ping stepped forward and took an umbrella to cover him from the rain, "Thank you for coming to the funeral for Master today."
"Master Qian has taken care of me a lot, and being able to send him off is the only thing I can do next." Qi Yan looked at Xue Ping, who was a head shorter than him, and stepped aside, "Miss Xue, please condolences too. He shook the umbrella in his hand, opened it and propped it on top of his head, keeping a safe distance between men and women with Xue Ping.
Among Master Qian's apprentices and grandchildren, only Xue Ping has the most aura and the purest breath. No wonder Master Qian mentioned this apprentice when he met him a few days ago.
Xue Ping said with a wry smile: "Master Xian passed away, we brothers and sisters have to go their separate ways in the future, really..."
"Master Qian once told me that among all his apprentices, only the younger apprentice is the most transparent and talented," Qi Yan looked at Xue Ping, who was extremely haggard, "If Miss Xue doesn't take good care of herself, how can she inherit Master Qian's mantle?"
"Master really said that?" Xue Ping stared at Qi Yan in disbelief. In the Xuanshu world, most masters have the idea of "passing on men and not women". Even if they accept a female disciple, they have never regarded her as the real heir, and it is the male disciples who can be valued. So when Xue Ping heard Qi Yan's words, she couldn't believe her ears.
"Miss Xue is doubting her ability?"
"No, I'm just a little sad and a little happy," Xue Ping covered her eyes and put her hands down after a long while, "Thank you, I will definitely not fall into the master's reputation."
Seeing this, Qi Yan smiled and turned to look at Master Qian's tombstone. With such an apprentice, he thought that Master Qian was comforted by the spirit of heaven.
"Junior sister, Master Qian, what are you talking about?" A middle-aged man came over. He was Master Qian's third apprentice. Qi Yan was not impressed by him, and Master Qian never mentioned this apprentice to him.
"Senior brother three." Xue Ping nodded to brother three.
The third senior brother lowered his eyelids, and his tone was not very good: "Little junior sister has always been the most valued by the master. Now that the master has passed away, you have started to look for a new backer?"
Qi Yan frowned, it seems that the relationship between Master Qian and his disciples is not very harmonious.
"Senior brother three, don't talk nonsense." Xue Ping lowered her face and said apologetically to Qi Yan, "I'm sorry, Master Qi, brother three has been in a bad mood recently, and you have no sense in your words, please..."
"As a senior brother, I don't need you to come forward on your behalf," the third senior brother sneered and turned to look at Qi Yan, "It's still Master Qi's ability, he can be favored by his master at a young age, the best method for his old man before his death. I gave you all the tools, not even our apprentices."
Qi Yan smiled when he heard the words, and he said why the third senior brother's tone was so aggressive, it turned out to be for the magic weapon.
Those magic tools are valuable things with no market, no wonder this person's heart is unbalanced like this.
"Yeah," Qi Yan said with a smile, "Master Qian valued me very much. No matter how much I refused, he still insisted on giving me the magic weapon. There is a saying that if the elder did not dare to refuse, I could only accept it. "
The third senior brother almost bleeds out of his anger at his words, and he is so shameless that he is so rude!