Chapter 869

Nanmen Feng looked at these people kneeling in front of him. Most of them were convinced by their face and heart, so they had to put aside their sadness, bite their teeth and have a bold idea.

Half a day later, yujizi's mourning hall was finally set up in his ashram, a beautiful island. A group of disciples and grandchildren were kneeling in front of the mourning hall in mourning and crying. Nanmen Feng quietly ordered to go down and ask Yan hang to shuttle the moon.

After waiting for half a day, he finally saw a huge white cloud rolling in the sky. Nanmen Maple finally smiled happily when he saw the white cloud rolling in.

"Shifu, younger martial brothers and sisters will have a place for the rest of their lives. You can rest assured."

The white cloud hovered over the yujizi Taoist temple. The white cloud dispersed with the strong wind and gradually revealed a huge shuttle aircraft.

Guanyue shuttle, with soft white light all over, looks a little sad.

"Yan hang, you are really amazing! This month's shuttle Leng let you start."

Nanmen Feng shouted with joy at the flying guanyue shuttle. Guanyue shuttle was opening a hole and came down one after another from above. Feng xiuhao, Zhu Qichen, Han Jirong, Yanhang's mecha unit and Jingwei bird's thirty-nine brothers. These people had been nearby for a long time, but they deliberately concentrated on the guanyue shuttle, and then fished down to the mourning hall.

"Headmaster Chen, since your master has returned to heaven and been relieved, I hope you will be relieved!"

Feng xiuhao and others flew to the simple mourning hall, lit a column of incense, bowed and worshipped three times.

"Eh? I don't think the mourning hall is so deserted. Is it because senior Yun Yaozi and others are busy and haven't had time to report the funeral to the major sects?"

Feng xiuhao quietly accused the people in the mourning hall. Yun Yaozi was quite afraid of Feng xiuhao, so he had to send someone to report the funeral to all sects around the world.

"That's right. The deceased is gone. Elder yujizi deserves our respect. We wish him a good journey. How can he be buried quietly!"

Black and white impermanence saw that yunyaozi and others had set out to deal with the funeral. They immediately spoke strangely and looked at those stupid people who were ready to move with fierce eyes.

The thirty-nine brothers of Jingwei bird and the tiannu people brought by Feng xiuhao had offered incense, and they also went to Beidou Qizi and others to comfort them.

"Taoist friend, I'm sorry. We heard that elder yujizi took good care of you when he was alive. Now he's gone and we're here. Don't be afraid. Take these gifts first. It's not easy for you."

Those people put on rings one after another, holding all kinds of precious gifts in their hands, and handed them to Yu Tianquan for safekeeping. In an instant, they had a mountain of treasures on their hands.

"Younger martial brother, is that good?"

Nanmen Feng treated everyone with incense and asked Zhang Qiuchan reluctantly. Zhang Qiuchan nodded numbly and couldn't speak with tears for a long time.

What else can he say when he's here? Can only let sadness rage.

Feng xiuhao looked and felt quite satisfied. He waved to Feng Xiuya.

"Sister, take care of your husband. Don't make him too sad. We have something urgent. Let's go first."

Feng Xiuya listened to his eldest brother's instructions, deliberately took Nanmen Feng's arm more affectionately and comforted Nanmen Feng softly. Zhu Qichen and Han Jirong also came forward and exchanged greetings with Nanmen Feng for a while before they parted with each other.

"Brother Chen, take care. I hope to save my sorrow and prepare for entering the forest of Kunpeng as soon as possible. It's only 20 years."

Feng xiuhao and his entourage exchanged greetings with Nanmen Feng for a while, then Yuguan boarded the guanyue shuttle and left. Yun Yaozi and others watched Nanmen Feng and these peerless experts either call each other brothers or marry. They were dazed and didn't know what to say. They all kept muttering in their hearts.

"I'm a good boy. It turns out that yujizi somehow took an apprentice for a wedding. There are so many twists and turns here. This is to find backing for his stupid apprentices. Who are these people? They can't be provoked!"

Yun Yaozi looked at the farce in front of her. The first one immediately changed his expression. His face was no longer an expression of asking for guilt, but a heavy expression of grief. He also looked very sad and said to Nanmen Feng.

"Martial nephew, I hope you'll be relieved. Your master has been sitting down. Don't worry about our elders. Martial uncle, there are some pills here. You can use them. I hope they can relieve your pain of losing your master."

Yun Yaozi said, wiping it on the ring and took out a transparent jade gourd. There are nearly 100 pills in the gourd. These pills are four-level and one-product Qi enhancing pills. Taking them can help to increase cultivation. The pill is divided into nine levels and nine grades. It is rare for such a level pill to be used by the guardian of punishment. It seems that Yunyao has paid his blood. Unfortunately, he is a nephew on the left and a nephew on the right. He refuses to be called the leader when he dies.

Nanmen Feng accepted the gift with a sneer, glanced coldly at the people, and then pretended to be devastated. Nanmen Feng's face was so changeable that he almost didn't spit blood on those people of Shenlong sect. One by one, he reluctantly cut the meat and took out many babies. He said comforting words on his mouth and cursed his mother in his heart.

Nanmen Feng pretended to be sad and accepted them one by one. He scolded his mother in his heart.

"Hahaha, I just want to kill you bastards."

Nanmen Feng kept following the gifts sent by these martial uncles. They kept changing between joy and grief. Such good acting skills made those people curse their mother in their hearts.

"Son of a bitch, little rabbit, see how I can clean you up and make you happy. I'll charge you interest in the future!"

"Chu Shiliang, Wan Chengyi, the representative of the tool refining Teachers Association, came to mourn the elder yujizi!"

Just as everyone was thinking of ghosts, when you looked at me and stared at you, someone sent a message from a distance, and then heard Chu Shiliang's male duck's voice pulling from a distance.

"Lord Chen! I haven't seen you for thousands of years. I don't want to be surprised to hear the bad news. Why did you go to respect the teacher? I hope I'm sorry. Chu Shiliang is late!"

Wan Chengyi underestimated the maple in the south gate before. Now as soon as he came in, he immediately mourned his relatives. After picking up the incense, he fell on his knees in front of yujizi's spirit and wept on the ground for a long time.

"Lord Chen, the headquarters has decided to make an exception and promote you to silver level weapon refiner from now on. In addition, it has allocated 3 million Tianxuan stones and seven magic weapons of the best weapon level to Beidou Qizi to comfort you in your loss."

The best magic weapon! The fairy ware is a first-class good, seven pieces!

Wan Chengyi's words stunned Yun Yaozi and others, not only because of the high-level magic weapon, but also because Nanmen maple is a silver level tool refiner. That is to say, Nanmen Maple has the ability to refine the following magic weapons!

These shocks are far from over. Half a day later, the inland sea of Tianzhu mainland has been covered by all kinds of flying boats. The sea surface is floating with monks from all over the world.

Feng xiuhao also slipped away from the wedding. This effort spread the news of yujizi's sitting. He also described how Nanmen Feng, yujizi's eldest disciple, was extremely sad and needed comfort. Zhu Qichen and Han Jirong are doing the same thing as Feng xiuhao along the way. The tool refining guild is trying to win over nanmenfeng and is doing the same thing.

"Our little fellow is crazy. Ghosts are strange. We think of ways to get money at the wedding. Yujizi will make money when she dies. How do I think yujizi died so pitifully."

Zhu Qichen hurried all the way to report the funeral and sighed all the way.

Sigh, but it doesn't hinder Nanmen Maple fishing. Yunyaozi and others were still secretly looking down on Nanmen Feng. Looking at the scene, they finally knew how strong a person's energy is, and finally softened.

Among these people, there are those who sincerely condole and those who are pregnant with all kinds of ghosts. However, no matter what the purpose, when they see the sad expression of Nanmen maple and look at the gifts deliberately piled aside by Nanmen maple, they all tacitly take out some treasures and offer them. They say mourning in their mouth and scold their mother in their heart.

"Damn it! It's fucking dark!"

Zhang Qiuchan and their representatives who came to mourn kept answering gifts, and kept receiving comforts. While Nanmen Feng was secretly happy, he pretended to be devastated, and gradually became numb.

As more and more people came, even some small sects made a gift together and a fast flying boat came all the way to mourn. Yujizi's funeral had to go on.

Some of these people took pictures of the backer behind the South Gate maple, some admired the South Gate maple, and many wanted to buy the sacred objects of the South Gate maple.

A funeral turned into a trading place again!

"I'm sorry, master. Don't be so shameless. Your poor disciples and grandchildren have no way to live!"

Nanmen Feng confessed secretly in his heart and kept returning to those who came to mourn.

"Thank you for your kindness. My teacher is gone. We are so upset that we don't take good care of him. I hope you will understand. Thank you for your sympathy for the loss of our teacher today. I will repay him someday."

Knowing that Nanmen Feng's personality got this sentence, all went away with joy. Nanmen Feng's sentence was a fuse. It ignited the enthusiasm of those people, and the people who came to offer condolences became more and more attentive.

Yujizi's ashram was full of traffic for a time, and people came and went. Those who were dissatisfied with the Shenlong sect were both frightened and jealous at the crazy and hot scene.

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Master, if you want to blame me, blame these magic weapons and these pills!"

Nanmen Feng looked at a farce in front of him. At first, he was still a little guilty. In the end, he not only felt at ease, but also secretly laughed.

I didn't expect this farce to last three months!

Three months later, an incredible event happened. The first thing that found unusual was Zhang Qiuchan who personally banned the coffin. That day, Zhang Qiuchan was responding sadly to visitors. Suddenly, she felt a change in the coffin and immediately shouted to Nanmen Feng.

"Elder martial brother, there is a change in the coffin. Do you respect him?"

"What? Is yujizi resurrected?"

As soon as the man Lingtang heard that there was a change in the coffin, they couldn't help exploding the pot.

As soon as the lid of the coffin was opened, the guests also came forward to watch, and were amazed at the sight.

"It seems that the master's lifelong efforts have finally paid off. This golden body represents that the master has been reborn in a blessed place, and there must be a bright future in the next life."

Nanmen Feng looked at the golden body as if he saw hope, looked up at the sky and muttered to himself.

It is said that the seated person can't be saved with the nine turn soul returning grass. Nanmen Maple secretly grieved for three months. Seeing the golden body in front of him, he finally felt a trace of comfort and couldn't help muttering to himself.