Chang Sheng Gou Said: Play The Suona At The Beginning, Mourn The Funeral And Cultivate Immortality

The place for suona player was given to Liu Yiqu.

Everyone in Yizhuang started to get busy.

Of course, the main work is still done by Bai Yu and a few other handymen.

Others said they were working, but in fact they were just collecting the money and waiting to receive the rewards.

That afternoon, the funeral mourning music sounded from the city gate to Yizhuang.

There were probably hundreds of people in the funeral procession, all of whom were wearing sackcloth and mourning.

Sixteen strong men carried the expensive nanmu coffin and moved forward slowly.

Finally, the coffin arrived at the gate of Yizhuang.

Manager Wu and Taoist Lin Jiu, who had not been seen for a long time, came forward and ushered the funeral procession into Yizhuang.

The coffin was parked in the main hall.

Yizhuang's propaganda team has been prepared for a long time.

Liu Yiqu proudly raised his chin at Bai Yu, and then played the suona.

Sure enough, Liu Yiqu's suona is indeed very skilled.

Each suona, with a sad tone, firmly controlled the rhythm.

Wicked Wu nodded repeatedly, feeling very happy in his heart.

The suona was played well and Yuanwai Zhang was satisfied, and the reward would naturally be indispensable.

Even Taoist Master Lin Jiu couldn't help but secretly praise Liu Yiqu for his proficient skills.

Bai Yu stood aside and looked into the coffin.

At this time, the coffin lid has been opened, allowing relatives and friends to pay their last respects.

The coffin nails will not be hammered until it is time to go up the mountain for burial.

The young master of the Zhang family was very handsome and full of heroic spirit.

But on the pale face, a pair of eyes were wide open and unwilling to close.

Sure enough, Zhu Tong was right, Mr. Zhang never closed his eyes until he died.

At this time, Zhang Yuanwai and other family members stepped into the gate of Yizhuang.

Member Zhang was a handsome man, dressed in black silk and satin, and was crying profusely.

His wife's voice was even hoarse from crying.

In Yizhuang, the propaganda team worked harder and harder.

Especially Liu Yiqu, who was shaking his head and playing very ecstatically.

The melodious suona almost covered the entire Yizhuang, and the sound was heard for ten miles.

Zhang Yuanwai's family walked forward slowly, feeling increasingly sad and crying louder.

At this moment, the sound of the suona suddenly stopped.

Liu Yiqu coughed violently, and then fell down weakly.

At this moment, everyone was stunned and the place was silent.

Immediately afterwards, everyone was in an uproar!

The funeral guests and stewards were all horrified.

"What's going on? The suona has stopped!"

"Isn't this nonsense? What is Baishan Yizhuang doing?"

"What is Manager Wu doing? Why can't he even arrange a propaganda team?"

"Damn it, these guys in Yizhuang are looking for death!"

Everyone in Yizhuang was at a loss.

The expressions of Manager Wu and Master Lin Jiu changed drastically.

At the critical moment of the funeral, something went wrong for Liu Yiqu.

The wicked Wu even turned pale.

"It's over, it's over, Yuan Wai Zhang is going to be angry now."

He hurriedly looked towards Zhang Yuanwai.

Sure enough, Zhang Yuanwai's face was so gloomy that water dripped from his face.

Zhang Yuanwai’s wife burst into tears:

"My son, why are you so miserable? You were practicing martial arts well, and then you suddenly died."

"As a result, you can't even live in peace after death. These damn people even mess up the funeral."

Zhang Yuanwai was even more furious after hearing this and said:

"If you dare to disrupt my son's funeral, throw the suona player out and beat him to death."

Immediately, several wolf-like servants pulled Liu Yiqu out, and screams came from outside the house.

Chede Wu hurriedly came up to meet him and said:

"Zhang Yuanwai, please listen to our explanation, this is what we mean -"

Zhang Yuanwai raised his hand and slapped him.

With a "pop" sound, the left side of Chede Wu's face suddenly swelled up.

When Manager Wu saw his nephew being beaten, instead of being angry, he stepped forward and slapped him hard.

With a "pop" sound, the right side of Chede Wu's face swelled into a pig's head.

With a "wow" sound, he spit out a mouthful of blood, with two white teeth in the blood.

Manager Wu didn't dare to stop at all, and kicked and hit the wicked Wu.

Now he has to teach Zhang Yuanwai a lesson first, but it won't be that simple when the Zhang family takes action.

Zhang Yuanwai glared angrily and glanced at everyone coldly.

"Please come to my son's funeral and explain it to the county magistrate."

"Everyone at Baishan Yizhuang has neglected their duties. They can't even organize the funeral. No one can even think about it."

The Zhang family is a big financial backer of Yizhuang. If he mentions it to the county governor, everyone in Yizhuang will be thrown into disgrace.

Watching things take a turn for the worst.

Bai Yu on the side felt moved after hearing this.

If this continues, it will hurt him.

The business of Yizhuang is very important to him and cannot be lost.

Liu Yiqu and Wu Dewu are both in bad luck, so they should give it up for the time being. It is more important to save the job in Yizhuang first.

Thinking of this, he picked up the suona.

A long burst of suona sound covered up the noise of the crowd.

The sound of the suona is heartbreaking.

It's like a cuckoo crying blood, and the sadness is penetrating to the bones.

The sad sound of the suona suppressed the anger of the guests and aroused the sadness in their hearts.

The drummers, gong players and others in the venue, as if they had been granted amnesty, hurriedly followed the rhythm of the suona and took up the funeral song.

The sad funeral song continued to ring throughout the audience.

Manager Wu patted his chest, almost scared to death.

Fortunately, someone came to the rescue.

Taoist priest Lin Jiu glanced at Bai Yu approvingly.

During the funeral procession, Zhang Yuanwai was still angry, but it was not easy to get angry at this time.

He snorted loudly:

"I will settle the score with you after my son's funeral is completed."

In the field, Bai Yu looked normal and played the suona unhurriedly.

A panel appeared in front of his eyes.

[Funeral target: Zhang Mingfei. ]

[Identity: Young Master of the Zhang family. ]

[Age: 16. ]

[Cultivation: Martial Dao Third Grade. ]

[Funeral participation rate: 5%. ]

[Reward: Qi and blood +25, life experience +151. ]

[Optional rewards: Wandering Dragon Palm, Thirteen Feiyun Swords, Volley Step...]

As expected of a descendant of an aristocratic family, he has a long list of techniques, and they all look very extraordinary.

However, the column of optional rewards is currently empty.

Only when the funeral participation rate reaches 50% can you choose rewards.

Through the burial records, Bai Yu was able to view Zhang Mingfei's life.

He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and was pampered.

When I was a child, I studied literature and I was very smart. I got started quickly. My husband praised me for being a scholar.

When I got older, I started to be obsessed with learning martial arts again. I worked hard and learned every subject.

In just two years, he was promoted to Third Grade Martial Artist.

His life can be said to be smooth and smooth, and he is simply a template for the protagonist.

Fresh clothes, angry horses, blazing fire and flowers.

He even thought about forcing a few Integrated Union skills to break through to Fourth Grade.

However, several skills conflicted with each other, and he eventually became obsessed with it, and his heart veins were severed and he died.

"I'm not willing to give in. I'm not willing to give in."

"I, Zhang Mingfei, am so talented, why did I die like this?"

"I want to make a splash in the world, I want to become the overlord of the martial arts world, and I want to conquer the beauties of the martial arts world!"

Through the burial records, Bai Yu can feel Zhang Mingfei's deep unwillingness.

After the song was played, Bai Yu's tune changed into an elegy.

"Whose land is in the wormwood? There is no wise man or fool to gather souls."

"Uncle Gui, if you urge me, your life will have to be hesitant."

"Don't you see, how many famous people have ended up in Beimang Mountain?"

Bai Yu has been attending funerals in Taohua Village for twenty years. He is used to the comings and goings of cold and summer, birth, old age, illness and death.

Thinking back to the history of the past life, even if the flowers are decorated with brocade and the oil is cooked by the fire, they will inevitably turn into a pile of loess.

An eternity is but a sigh.

He incorporated this knowledge into the elegy.

The sound of the suona carries a sense of loneliness and melancholy, as well as the calmness of seeing through the years.

Everyone in the field couldn't help but feel relaxed after hearing this.

Many of the worldly things that had bothered me in the past seemed to have been thrown away at this moment.

What heroes and beauties, what picturesque mountains and rivers are nothing compared to brewing a pot of tea under the peach tree.

Even many of the funeral guests felt less sad.

When the song ended, the man in the coffin felt all the depression in his chest and slowly closed his eyes.