Chapter 1773 Shang Zijun

The funeral reached its peak with Premier Du's appearance.

In particular, Du Tianxiong's bloody blow made countless people feel passionate about killing enemies, and they all showed a trend of avenging Xibuluo. The reporters accompanied him intercepted Du Tianxiong's speech just now, and passed the picture to West China to the front line and to all corners of China.

Let everyone know Xi Buluo’s death and Premier Du’s strong and strong blood.

Du Tianxiong hurried to the West China Hall from the front line, so after the mourning, he left after he gave a few greetings to everyone. He actually vowed in front of everyone to seize Fenghan Island, so he would do his best to complete this matter. Moreover, the war on the front line was tight, so he needed to return to the front line that day.

Looking at Du Tianxiong's back as he gradually left, Zhao Heng and Nan chanted Buddha's name and both felt emotion. They used to be full of doubts about whether Du Tianxiong could stabilize his position. Now it seems that this pragmatic and tough prime minister has more than just gaining a foothold? He is slowly holding the hearts and power of all parties.

Zhao Heng let out a long breath, knowing that Boss Du won the hearts of many people today. As long as he can defeat Fenghan Island, he can erase the shame of the State Guesthouse and get rid of the shackles of all parties, and truly become a prime minister with real power. At least the Du family does not have to withdraw from Huahai now.

He sighed in a low voice: "There is hope for the revitalization of China!"

Du Tianxiong's departure was not the end of condolences, but just the curtain of the funeral.

All etiquettes are in order, the atmosphere is low but morale. Zhao Heng and Nan's friendship with Ximen Qing has also received praise from many people, and some flatterers have risen to an unprecedented level of unity in China.

However, while the guests who participated were moved that Xi Bulu could rest in peace, they also discovered Ximen Qing's growth. From the morning worship to the funeral, Ximen Qing did not shed a single tear from beginning to end, and did not even howl. He faced the deceased old man in a calm state.

Looking at the resoluteness and strength on Ximen Qing's face, combined with his inducement to the Xitai Insurance Company and his forbearance for eighteen years, everyone believed that his future achievements were limitless. Even Qiao Bushi showed a playful smile. This grandson was definitely not something in the pool.

Nan Changshou watched Ximen Qing maintain a rare silence, and a faint self-mockery flashed through his heart. He always thought that this fat man was nothing special. He only knew how to eat, drink, play and play occasionally and pretended to be an expert in deep dress, but he did not expect that he was better than many people, and forbearance was even better than chanting Buddha's name.

Nan Changshou sighed: "Old Xi, you can rest in peace!"

When he sighed this sentence, a hint of envy that was difficult to express in Nan Changshou's eyes. The reason was very simple. Ximen Qing and Xibuluo had always been in the same mind. Xibuluo protected Ximen Qing so badly that it was outrageous. Ximen Qing was extremely respectful to Xibuluo. How harmonious is the old and the young?

And he and Nan chanted Buddha's name, Nan Changshou shook his head.

The old man did not talk much to Ximen Qing. Hua Hero was involved in Xibuluo's death. He deliberately or unintentionally protected him, which inevitably made Ximen Qing feel confused. This can also be revealed from the indifferent attitude of several senior Western leaders. If it were not for Nan chanting Buddha's name in it,

I'm afraid I don't even have to drink tea.

The mourning lasted for almost six hours, and then Ximen Qing and his team followed the convoy to send their spirits from the Great Hall, spreading for three kilometers. They could not see the end. Thousands of men wearing black clothes, breasts and white flowers surrounded the convoy and walked slowly, crying sadly, "Walking all the way to Xi Lao."

The people who spontaneously participated in the funeral also felt sad. Xi Buluo may not be a perfect leader. He was also passionate and crazy about money, and even had a lot of innocent blood on his hands. However, everyone in the world could hate him, but the people in West China could not do it.

Although West China is a major energy source in China and owns one-third of the country's minerals, it can transform various resources into people's wealth, which is a profit-oriented person. The wealth and water will not flow to outsiders' fields, and the living standards of West China will become the leader of the people in China.

Therefore, his death made many people regret and worry that their interests will be damaged in the future.

As more and more people joined, the West Hua Avenue leading to Bai Coffin Mausoleum was suddenly congested. The traffic flow and people were intertwined, making a lot of noise and maintaining order. However, the hearing convoy was unobstructed and was still moving forward even if the red lights at the intersection were on.

Xibuluo's cemetery was chosen by the master during his lifetime, and it was located on the high ground on the east side of Baikong Mausoleum. Someone once suggested that Ximen Qing change to a Fengshui treasure land. After all, Baikong Mausoleum was destroyed by the Jia Army, and Xibuluo also died at the altar. It seems a bit inappropriate to bury him in Baikong Mausoleum now.

After some consideration, Ximen Qing decided to follow his grandfather's wishes during his lifetime. If his grandfather is a member of the Western Clan, he should be buried in the Bai Clan Mausoleum, and in the Bai Clan Mausoleum that was destroyed and died. Every sacrifice reminds him of the scene of death in the West, so that the descendants of the Western Clan will never forget their hatred.

Of course, there is another reason why Ximen Qing insisted on burying the old man in Bai Coffin Mausoleum, that is, this cemetery guided Master Mingyue that year, informing this Feng Shui land that is backed by the remaining veins of Yinshan Mountain and gathering the energy of dragons and tigers. It is a treasure land and blessed land. Burial here can protect the descendants and be rich and noble after reincarnation.

The master's words made every Western nephew believe it.

"Grandpa, go all the way!"

After working for more than two hours, Ximen Qing did not cry loudly as he watched the coffin slowly fall into the pit. Instead, he pushed the dirt next to him down, and his eyes raised an unprecedented firmness: "You don't have to worry about me or not, Brother Heng and I will hold on."

Ximen Qing, whose hands were stained with mud, looked at the gradually buried black wooden coffin and said his final farewell to the old man who would never talk to: "Grandpa, please rest assured, I will not be entangled in the past grievances of the Zhaoxi and the other clans. I will live in peace with Brother Heng and help each other to break out a world."

During the days when Xibuluo taught the Xitaibao study, the old man not only told him the secrets of the Western Division and passed on experience, the most important thing in private was to forget the grudges between Zhao Dingtian and the Xi family. Xibuluo said that blood hatred cannot be continued endlessly, until the old man's generation.

Xi Buluo repeatedly told Ximen Qing that he would get along well with Zhao Heng, and that no matter what happened, he would not be able to kill each other. Zhao Dingtian owed the blood debt of the Xi clan, so he would find a sunny morning to fight Zhao Dingtian alone. This advice can be regarded as the most cautious thing for the old man in his lifetime.

In order to make the old man feel at ease, Ximen Qing made a promise in front of the cemetery. Zhao Heng next to him also walked up, patted Ximen Qing on the shoulder and looked at the tombstone and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Xi, Men Qing and I are brothers, and we will never leave each other regardless of life or death, and we will never kill each other."

"Brother Heng——"

As soon as Ximen Qing held Zhao Heng's palm, he felt speechless and moved in his eyes. Then he stopped this emotion and looked at the tombstone and spoke firmly: "The past grudges Ximen Qing can end, but I will not forget grandpa's blood hatred. Grandpa, the Citta Insurance betrays you, I will use someone else's head to sacrifice you."

As he commanded his hand, several Western bodyguards came up with the Xitaibaobao and kicked him over to the Xibuluo coffin. Ximen Qing snatched a pistol from the bodyguard and said, "Cousin, although I don't want you to die well, at least I will cut you into pieces and bury you alive."

Ximen Qing looked at the thief who killed his grandfather and spoke word by word: "But Mr. Nan promised to give you a happy time. He is my brother, and his words are naturally equal to mine. So I will shoot you directly today so that you will die without suffering from cruel torture."

The Xitai Pope turned his head and looked at his nephew. It was still the fat man and the same face, but at this time, Ximen Qing made him feel chill. He thought Ximen Qing would look hysterical. After all, this is where Xi Buluo died. Now he should be angry when facing his enemy.

But Ximen Qing was as calm as water, without anger or hatred, and only an indescribable coldness. Even Xibuluo's sudden death could not stimulate him. The Xitaibao couldn't help but sigh that he should have such a child. At the same time, he was glad that he had received the promise of reciting Buddha Nan, otherwise he would be worse than death.

The Xitai Prefecture took a deep breath. He looked at the coffin buried by loess, and then looked at the stone tablets with photos. He seemed to remember the pictures of Xibuluo in the past, and seemed to be sad about himself returning to Baifuling Mausoleum: "Everything is my fault. Xi Shao, please shoot me."

"I deserve to die!"

Zhao Heng took a step forward and looked at the Citizenshop, his voice said with a cold look: "It is inevitable to kill you, but before you die, you tell us what you are thinking, are you hiding stegosaurus and crocodiles? If so, are they dead or alive now? Where is the location?"

"have no idea!"

The Sitapopo, holding the wound on his abdomen, shook his head, then responded with a wry smile: "I really don't know, I am a dying person. I even confessed to the hero Hua. Why do I hide the two thieves? They were not hidden by me, so I don't know whether they are alive or dead."

Zhao Heng stepped forward and stepped on the loess, and his voice opened smoothly: "I really don't know? That's a pity. I thought you knew, so I could ask Mr. Xi for love. The crime of rebellion only made you bear the consequences of your family, so that your family could return to life abroad."

"It's a pity that you don't know, so I can't plead with you."

Ximen Qing echoed: "Let's reunite with your family."

The Xitai Po’s fingers shook slightly, his eyes were filled with surprise and anger, but in the end he quickly returned to peace. He shook his head and smiled: "I really don’t know, is it necessary for me to hide it to this point? But I still want to ask you to let the innocent people go."

"Young Master, someone is eager to see you."

At this moment, a Western-style bodyguard ran in:

"He is called Shang Zijun! He said someone wants to kill you!"

PS: I wish you a happy New Year and a wealth of wealth.
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