The condolences lasted for three days.
In the past three days, Feng Mingzhu presided over the overall situation as the head of the family. She was careful in handling matters and handled people and things very securely. Coupled with her amazing wrist, she soon conquered most of the hearts of the entire Feng Mansion.
Feng Hanshan's biological mother, Aunt Wang, is a very humble person.
At that time, after Feng Mingzhu and others returned to Feng Mansion, they hurriedly went to see the seriously injured Feng Yuanji’s old paternal master, and then they were busy preparing for funeral matters. The entire Feng family was in a mess, so much so that Feng Mingzhu I haven't been able to pull away to explain Feng Hanshan to Aunt Wang.
It wasn't until the first day of the funeral was busy that Aunt Wang finally couldn't help but found Feng Mingzhu to inquire about Feng Hanshan.
When Feng Mingzhu thought of Feng Hanshan, she only felt sorry in her heart.
Aunt Wang has only such a son!
She has been cultivating Fenghanshan since she was a child, and hopes that Fenghanshan can win glory for the family...
If she knew that her son had not only failed to compete, but had also been mutilated to death by Feng Wuxia, she would definitely not be able to bear such a blow...
Therefore, the truth of Feng Hanshan's death, Feng Mingzhu, Feng Wuxie, and Feng Qiongyu had already been summed up before returning to Qing'an City, and they finally decided to conceal it—
Feng Mingzhu said to Aunt Wang:
"Hanshan sacrificed for the family. This time, the reason why our Feng family was able to win the first place and become famous in the Moro Kingdom is also a contribution to Hanshan. Auntie, you are sorry, take care of your health..."
Aunt Wang first tried to endure her grief when she heard this, but after all she couldn't help it, she shed tears...
It's just that she was crying and crying, but she laughed again, and started chanting:
"It’s good to have a contribution. Don’t be a hindrance for the family... This kid, before the competition, he kept saying that his soul power was not enough, and he was worried that it would drag everyone... The night before going out of town, he was still there. Refining spirit skills, not even sleeping..."
Feng Mingzhu and Feng Wuxie looked at each other, and their hearts were full of sorrow and sorrow...
Han Shan, this kid, is really...so distressing.
Feng Qiongyu is also at the moment. Her relationship with Feng Hanshan has always been good. When Aunt Wang said this, she cried more sadly than Aunt Wang, and threw herself into the arms of Aunt Wang:
"Auntie, don't worry, Hanshan did not die in vain. We have avenged Hanshan! From now on, Qiongyu will honor you instead of Hanshan..."
Aunt Wang was still in tears, but her smile was relieved:
"Han Shan, he... has been so talented since he was a child, but he has cultivated very hard, hoping to contribute to his family. This time, although he lost his life in the competition, you have made him so high for the Feng family. His honor, I want to come... He has no regrets in his death... ”
Feng Mingzhu comforted:
"Well, this time there was an accident in our family. We came back in a hurry. We didn't have time to bring back Hanshan's bones. Hanshan is now buried in Moro City. Auntie, when the family affairs are handled properly, I will ask someone to move Hanshan's bones. Go back to the family's ancestral grave, don't be sad."
Aunt Wang made a gift for Feng Mingzhu:
"In this way, there will be a laborer."
Feng Mingzhu used to be a prostitute of Lincheng Feng’s family. Her parents died young, but she has been cultivated by Feng Yuanzhi as the only heir. Her identity has always been noble in Lincheng Feng’s family, and now she inherits the master’s head of the family. Of
Bit, in any case, deserves this gift!
Aunt Wang left with red eyes after making a gift.
But Feng Mingzhu stood there for a long time, looking at Aunt Wang's back, gradually filled with grief and anger!
For a long time, she said to Feng Wuxie:
"Wuxie, our Feng family has already lost too many members of the tribe. From now on, my Feng Mingzhu will never make this kind of tragedy happen again!"
Feng Wuxie looked at Feng Mingzhu wearing a plain face, sad but firm, and couldn't help being moved:
"Pearl, with your sentence, I believe that the family will be able to rise to the top in the future and stand undefeated!"
After a pause, Feng Wuxie said again:
"I can't stay in Qing'an City forever, but you can rest assured that I will collect various resources for the family, so that the disciples can learn and improve their tools!"
Feng Mingzhu nodded:
"Innocent, I have known from a long time ago that everything is possible with you in the family!"
When Feng Wuxie heard these words, he shook his head and sighed slightly: "Mingzhu, you don't have to be too humble, this sentence should be used on you-the family has you, everything can be done."
Three days later.
The condolence funeral was over and the funeral began.
On the day of the funeral, the autumn trees withered and the leaves were all over the ground.
Feng's family members were all in sackcloth, carrying the coffin of the first Patriarch's coffin, walking and crying, and the wailing echoed throughout Qing'an City.
With the burial of the Patriarch Feng Yuanji—
Feng Wuxie's parents also entered the ancestral grave of Feng's family.
Just as Feng Yuanji’s funeral was going on, two people in a room outside the mourning hall were also watching—
It is Emperor Qianxie and Mo Rong!
These days, Feng Wuxie was busy with family affairs, and Di Qianxie was inconvenient to come forward. He had been secretly observing the progress of the situation.
The dead men of the Sacred Sect came and went secretly. The last time they came, they wanted to destroy the Feng Family. Since they did not succeed, the Emperor Qianxie speculated that the Sacred Sect would come again a second time!
He has dispatched all the secret guards he had brought from the Emperor Spirit Continent, and secretly guarded all the passages that could enter Qing'an City to prevent the Holy Gate from coming in again!
—Those damn chores!
It didn't matter if they killed anyone! Emperor Qianxie is too lazy to care! but…
They don't have eyes, they just want to provoke his woman!
Feng Wuxie's parents and grandpa were all killed by them!
They even dared to provoke Emperor Lingjiao!
The five subordinates sent by Emperor Qianxie to protect Feng's family were all dark guards who were born and died with him before—
Would he let them die in vain
Mo Rong followed Di Qianxie.
For so many years, he has already understood the temperament of Emperor Qianxie very well. The last time Mo Rong saw the murderous aura on Emperor Qianxie's face—
It was still when Emperor Qianxie stepped on the corpses of many old school elders and ascended to the throne of the leader of the Spiritual Sect of God!
"Mo Rong, immediately issue an order for the Great Elder to immediately send a hundred secret guards above the Huangji realm to Qing'an City!"
"A hundred?" Mo Rong asked with some surprise: "And above the Huangji realm?"
-A master of the Huangji realm, I am afraid that there is not even one in this entire Qing'an City. The master has transferred so many from the Emperor Ling Sect. What are you going to do
Is it to let those people help Feng's family guard Qing'an City? !
"Are you deaf? Do you want me to repeat it?" Di Qianxie glared at Mo Rong with an unhappy expression.
Mo Rong no longer doubted, and immediately replied, "Yes. It's just that the journey from Emperor Spirit Continent to Tianqi Continent is far away. I'm afraid it will take them ten days at the earliest."
Di Qianxie's face remained unchanged, his tone was as cold as snow, and he faintly uttered four words:
"Up to five days!"
Mo Rong: "..."
He complained incessantly, and at the same time felt very distressed for the great elder who is sitting in the Emperor Lingjiao at this moment...
He thought, as soon as the great elder received this order, he might have turned his beard white from worry!
What method should be used to make the guards who are far away in the Emperor Spirit Continent rush over within five days...
Five days!
I'm afraid they didn't even go out of the Emperor Spirit Continent...
Di Qianxie glanced at Mo Rong, seeming to know Mo Rong's thoughts well, and said:
"We can't stay here long, we must arrange everything before we leave, so they must arrive as soon as possible without delay!"
Mo Rong nodded, he understood the truth, but...
He was thinking about how to solve this errand, but he heard Emperor Qianxie said again:
"You can use the Horcrux hidden in the teaching-the door of space, to send them a ride."
Mo Rong suddenly looked up, his expression already very serious:
"Master, that Horcrux is the supreme treasure of Emperor Lingjiao, capable of teleporting tens of thousands of people in an instant, but it can only be used once a year! This Horcrux is for the escape door prepared when the Emperor Lingjiao is in crisis—you Sure, do you want to use up the opportunity to transmit so easily?"
Di Qianxie didn't seem to care: "I use it when I say it!"
In fact, this Horcrux has been in Di Lingjiao Town for hundreds of years. Because it can only be used once a year and the opportunity is precious, no one has ever dared to use it.
Every year, it is quietly placed in the Horcrux Palace of Emperor Lingjiao and guarded by special personnel.
With that door of space, it only takes a blink of an eye to send the dark guards of Emperor Lingjiao to Qing'an City! Why five days
Mo Rong knew that Emperor Qianxie had set his mind and that it was impossible to change it, so he nodded: "Okay, I'll go and notify the great elder."
Just about to leave—
The soul jade on Mo Rong's body was bright.
"What's the matter?" Di Qianxie asked, staring at the soul jade on Mo Rong's waist.
Mo Rong received the message hidden in the soul jade, his face changed slightly.
"Master." He said to Emperor Qianxie: "Something is coming from the dark guard."
"speak!"
"Qing'an City, fifteen miles south, there are people who are suspected of holy gate attacking Qing'an City! The number is about two hundred or so-our people are staring in secret and did not take action. Do you need to intercept it? Or..."
Mo Rong turned his gaze to Emperor Qianxie—
If the other two hundred people are above the Xuanqing realm, then...
Their secret guards are not opponents at all! If you try hard, you can only fight like the five people who sacrificed a few days ago-fight to the death!
But—if the leader can do it himself...
The battle can be reversed in an instant!
really-
Di Qianxie coldly snorted: "Good come! Two hundred people, aren't they? I can barely feed the ghosts I raised!"
(End of this chapter)