Chapter 772

at sea.

At a glance, either the blue sky, or the blue sweat, or the distant horizon, monotonous collapse.

Because ships are used as vehicles, it takes a long distance from Italy to Africa.

Three days later.

Yang Chen and all the people in Shura hall finally stepped on the ground.

The port has already prepared vehicles.

A group of people drove to the first primary school.

From the afternoon until the next afternoon, they arrived at the first primary school.

However, when he came to school, Yang Chen felt something was wrong.

All of them are in the first primary school, not scattered in other places.

After getting out of the car, Yang Chen found Meng Po and asked, "did they start?"

Meng Po took a look at Yang Chen and nodded. There was a trace of sadness in her eyes.

"What happened?" Yang Chen has a bad feeling in his heart.

Meng Po took a deep breath, looked at Yang Chen and said, "master, please go to shangqingzong. They... Sacrificed three people."

Hear this words, Yang Chen eyebrow not from of a lock.

Although Yang Chen has already made preparations for this event, he can't help feeling sad when he hears the result.

No matter what kind of conflicts he had with shangqingzong before, but the shangqingzong's act of sending charcoal in the snow really moved Yang Chen's heart.

Plus these people follow him, even his soldiers.

It is his unshirkable responsibility to sacrifice anyone.

Immediately, Yang Chen turned and walked out of the room towards the rest room of shangqingzong.

Walking to the door, Yang Chen felt a sad breath coming from inside.

The body could not be stored in the hot weather, so it could only be cremated immediately and put into the urn.

At the door, Yang Chen saw the urn on the platform.

Not even a picture of them.

Not even a single stick of incense.

Yes, it's just the silence of their clan brothers.

Some people also shed tears in silence.

Seeing Yang Chen, Shangyuan immediately stood up, went to Yang Chen and said in a low voice, "Mr. Yang, you are back."

After the battle, Shangyuan finally understood what Yang Chen's words meant.

No matter how powerful the cultivation is, if you can't fight, you will die, even if you buy people who haven't practiced at all.

Are those people strong?

Shangyuan asked himself that he was not strong at all.

He wanted to admit it, but his face was hot.

Want to deny, but it is the reality of blood.

It is precisely because of these realities that his three younger martial brothers paid the price of their lives!

As Yang Chen said, they all live in greenhouses and can't stand the wind and rain.

Now that we have just experienced such a battle, we are facing death. What would be a more severe battle?

Will they be wiped out?

Shangyuan can't imagine.

Yang Chen went to the table, looking at the three urn on the table, for a long time speechless.

At this time, Zixiu, Yangcao and Dongzi also came.

They know that what Yang Chen is most reluctant to face is these things, and what he can't see is life and death.

Yang Chen stood in front of the urn for a long time, and said in a deep voice, "gather all of you, change your clothes, and hold a funeral!"

After hearing this, everyone in Shura hall stood up straight, looked serious, and turned around to change clothes.

But Shangyuan stopped him and said, "Mr. Yang, I'm afraid it can't be done. The ashes of our disciples of Shangqing sect are to be taken back to the sect. Only when they are buried in the sect can they be regarded as falling leaves and returning to their roots."

"I understand!" Yang Chen said in a deep voice: "you may not be buried here, but the ceremony must be carried out!"

Zixiu said in a hurry: "this is a kind of ceremony in our Shura hall. Since they sacrificed for our Shura hall, that is, the people in our Shura hall, there should be some ceremony!"

Shangyuan nodded and did not stop.

Ye Xin sees that Mengpo gives Yang Chen a suit. She walks over and looks at the clothes in Yang Chen's hand. After touching the material, she knows that it's an Italian handmade suit, which is absolutely high-grade.

But she didn't understand why she had to wear such an expensive suit now?

"What is this for?" Ye Xin is puzzled to ask.

Yang Chen looked at her and said in a deep voice, "do you have black clothes for those brothers who died?"

Ye Xin nodded, she came with a black dress.

"Then put it on and come with me later." Yang Chen gently looks at Ye Xin way.

Ye Xin nodded cleverly.

In half an hour.

All the people in Shura hall were dressed in black suits.

All the people of Shangqing sect were dressed in robes.

Ye Xin and Meng Po are wearing long black skirts.

A group of people marched towards Mount Kilimanjaro.

The mountain is very high, and the higher it goes, the colder it gets.

On the edge of the cliff on the mountainside, there is a cemetery.

It was specially developed in Shura hall.

To bury their dead brothers.

At this point, the edge of the cliff is densely covered with Graves, which looks quite shocking.

Ye Xin is also a burst of surprise, she did not expect, Shura hall should sacrifice so many people.

"Open the grave!" Yang Chen sinks a way.

Zixiu handed an iron pick.

Yang Chen goes to a planned position, smashes it down with a pick and raises a stone.

Then, he went to another position and opened a stone in the same way.

Three positions were selected and three stones were opened.

Then Yang Chen handed the pick to Shangyuan and said in a deep voice, "open the way for our brothers!"

Looking at Yang Chen's serious look, Shang Yuan was stunned.

He took the pick slowly, feeling that the pick was particularly heavy, as if it had borne the weight of life.

Shangyuan understands that the iron pick bears respect for the dead and good wishes.

Taking a deep breath, Shangyuan came to the planned cemetery and said in a deep voice, "younger martial brother, elder martial brother will send you the last journey!"

With that, Shangyuan hit it with a pick and raised a stone.

He made three cemeteries one by one and handed the pickaxe to the next brother of shangqingzong.

One by one, for the sacrifice of three people "open way."

Soon, the outline of the cemetery had been opened.

Finally, after Zixiu and Yangcao had done it, Yangchen handed the manuscript to Mengpo.

Meng Po nodded and went forward to do the same.

Finally, Mengpo comes to Yexin and hands the pickaxe to Yexin.

Ye Xin hesitates to look at Yang Chen.

Yang Chen said in a deep voice: "go, after all, you have led them to fight. You are also the saint of shangqingzong. They choose to sleep here. They should be entitled to your blessing. "

Ye Xin nodded, took the pickaxe and said in a deep voice: "although I haven't been in shangqingzong for a long time, I am still the saint of shangqingzong. Then, as a saint, I will tell you that you are the pride of shangqingzong, and the Shura hall will always remember your kindness. You are all heroes. What you have saved is not only children, but also hope for the future. Go

Ding!