Xuanhuan: Gou Quietly Cultivates The Handyman

Next.

Xu Baishan did not wake up again.

Xu Anqing, who had been waiting outside, felt a little surprised, but he didn't feel surprised; In his induction, Xu Baishan's breath was very stable when he fell asleep, just like a sleeping person.

Breathe evenly.

When it was almost dawn, Xu Baishan's breath dissipated without warning, as if it had been directly wiped out by some force, without any residue.

But Xu Anqing did not perceive the outside forces, or rather, his cultivation was too low.

I couldn't sense the power that carried Xu Baishan at all.

In the world of true cultivation, mortals are not allowed to be more than a hundred years old.

Even if you take the Heaven and Earth Spirit Object, even if you use the combination formation, you can't break this taboo.

"Anqing! Anqing!35

Bai Shuyue messed her hair around, her eyes were red, and she ran out helplessly, subconsciously looking around for Xu Anqing's figure.

In her subconscious, Xu Anqing is an immortal master, a very powerful immortal master; The first time Xu Baishan had an accident, Bai Shuyue's first reaction was to look for Xu Anqing.

"An Qing, Baishan he... He..."

But when she came closer, she choked up and couldn't speak.

Last night, Xu Anqing hinted once, and she 05 was also mentally prepared.

But he still had a trace of illusion, did not close his eyes all night, and always paid attention to Xu Baishan's situation.

But in the early hours of the morning, a strong sleepiness that could not be dispelled welled up in her heart, making her take an uncontrolled nap.

When he woke up again, he found that Xu Baishan was not breathing....

"Daddy.

Xu Anqing pursed his lips, looked at Xu Baishan's room and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say those words.

For a long time, he said hoarsely,

"Daddy is tired .

"Let the butler inform the best white confidant in town and tell them to come over."

Bai Shizhibin is the host responsible for presiding over traditional etiquette at funerals.

They know what to do at funerals, what etiquette to follow, what flowers to hang in the spiritual hall, what time is suitable for incense...

These things, Xu Anqing, as a practitioner, can not care.

But Bai Shuyue and Xu Ansong, two siblings, nephews and nieces, and other relatives and friends, they are mortal; According to the old practice in the mortal world, it is necessary to invite the white guests of the town to preside over the ceremony.

"An Qing."

Bai Shuyue grabbed Xu Anqing's arm with trembling hands, and a trace of begging and hope appeared in her eyes, "Really.... Is there no way?

She has completely lost her usual composure and composure.

Otherwise, the question would not have been asked.

No, even if she didn't lose her proportions, she would ask again...

Xu Anqing turned his head and saw the begging in Bai Shuyue's expression, and his heart seemed to be pierced by something sharp, and there was a sharp pain.

Why didn't he want to find a way...

"Aunt Bai.

Xu Anqing tilted his head, not daring to meet the other's gaze.

"Daddy also... Not buried yet, much... Let's check it out. ”

With that, Xu Anqing lifted his legs and left the courtyard.

The monks have a strong heart, and they are not without feelings.

He was afraid that if he continued to stay in the courtyard, the tight string in his heart would break...

As the eldest son of the Xu clan, anyone can lose square inches at this time, but he cannot.

At least, not now....

Not for a while.

Bai Shuyue's suppressed crying was heard from the courtyard; Gradually, Xu Ansong and Xu Sisi, who heard the movement and woke up, also heard cries.

As well as several young and ignorant nephews and nieces, in a heavy atmosphere, they cried loudly.

The movement soon spread throughout the Xu family's ancestral home.

The great ancestral home, a wail;

The red lanterns under the eaves were also replaced with white lanterns ...

Early morning.

The entire Lijia Town was silent.

The news of Xu Baishan's death was like a low dark cloud in the sky, which made everyone a little breathless.

Lijiazhen, named after the surname Li.

But Xu Baishan's contribution to Li Jiazhen is not comparable to the people of the Li clan.

Building roads and doing business, providing disaster relief to the people, opening up the economy, etc., Lijia Town, which lives by hunting, has been built into a commercial and trade center with a radius of hundreds of miles.

Completely change the fate of the Li clan.

This kind of merit cannot be achieved by hard work.

"Master Xu Xian.

"I am the new mayor of Lijia Town, Li Changrong. 99

"I would venture to bother you at this time.

"Here's the thing, we decided to build a statue and monument to Xu Ben in the center of the town, so that future generations can remember Xu Enren's deeds.

"I don't know... I don't know what the immortal master thinks?"

The last mayor died in his early seventies.

The mayor was only in his forties.

Very young.

Beside the new mayor, he also followed the immortal master who was permanently stationed in Lijia Town, Li Changtang.

Li Changtang returned to Lijia Town, had no intention of cultivating, and has been working hard to strengthen the Li family; For more than 30 years, he married more than 30 wives and gave birth to hundreds of heirs.

Today, he is a famous family owner in Lijia Town.

But in front of Xu Anqing, he was still restrained like a child, only promised, and did not dare to speak.

Especially now.

Xu Baishan had just died, and if it weren't for Xu Enren and Xu Immortal's great kindness to them, Li Changtang would not have come to the door at this time.

"Look at it."

Xu Anqing's mind was very confused, and he waved his hand casually to let them leave.

In the mortal world, monuments are the highest standard of honor for ancestors.

This kind of statue and monument is not the kind that was originally built for Xiao Hei; Instead, on special days such as the Ancestor Worship Festival, Zhongyuan Festival, and Chongyang Festival, they will be cautious and chasing far away to show the world.

"Brother Xu...

The small farmer 610 seemed to have sensed something, did not go to farm in the morning, and came directly to the Xu family's ancestral home from Cai Qingzhai.

Before entering the door, she saw the white paper lantern under the eaves in the distance, and she understood everything.

But she will not comfort people, she can only follow her heart, accompany Xu Anqing, stand motionless, looking down at the busy people who are walking quickly with their heads down.

"Oooo

Xiao Hei is also not as active as usual;

It looked up at Xu Baishan's room, sniffed the air, turned to look at the owner, whispered and lay on the ground, its eyes were empty, staring at the direction of Xu Baishan's room stunned...

It seems that the old man who always has a kind face on his face ...

Left...

"Xiaochan. 35

I don't know how long.

Xu Anqing suddenly said, "You also wear filial piety robes these days, send it to your father."

Lin Qingcicada is not clearly married, and strictly speaking, she cannot wear a female filial piety robe; However, in Xu Baishan's eyes, she has long been a daughter-in-law.

Otherwise, the "ancestral" bracelet will not be given to the other party.

"Filial piety?"

Lin Qingcicada was stunned.

What this thing represented, she knew.

But without the slightest hesitation, he nodded in agreement.

"Hmm."

A simple conversation, another dead silence.

There was only muffled sobs, which came into the courtyard from time to time.