Si Jingting's funeral was very dull. Li Xin'an and Ye Qinglan carried the coffin, and Gu Xilian was the vassal. They restrained Si Jingting's body and carried it to Fushi Mountain, and buried him in the blessed land chosen by Gu Xilian.
There was not much time left for them to be sad. When they returned to Chang'an, Li Xin'an left and started planning in a intensive manner.
Murong Bai and Xiao Xuangan were unable to return from Ding Mansion for a while, and the two Blood Clothing Halls were ineffective in lacking the strongest combat power. Li Xin'an decided to wait until Murong Bai found out the truth about Ding Zhenfa's bizarre death, and they would take action.
He believed that An Qingxu and Xuanyuan Youpeng would not leave Chang'an!
In a flash, it was Ding Zhenfa’s funeral seven days later.
Ding Luo, the envoy of the Ding family, also intercepted and killed the Shenhua Club outside Jinzhou City, and had a good relationship with Li Xin'an and others.
He sent invitations to the people in the Bloody Clothes Hall and invited them to attend the funeral of Ding Zhenfa.
"This is what Mr. Murong asked me to you." Ding Luo said.
Li Xinan looked at Ding Luo and apologized: "Senior Ding passed away. I have received his favor, but I am really guilty of being unable to go to Ding's house to pay condolences because of his important matters. If the senior does not dislike him, Li Xinan is willing to carry the coffin for Senior Ding."
Ding Luo smiled slightly: "There are too many people who want to carry the coffin for the old man, and you can't get a rank."
"As for favors and so on, the old man doesn't care, so we don't care. Mr. Murong just asked you to go to the street to deliver the coffin. Of course, if you have something to do, it doesn't matter."
"We must arrive!" Li Xin'an nodded, "I wonder when it is?"
Ding Luo turned around and walked out, shook his hand and said:
"Tomorrow's hour."
...
Late at night, Xiao Xuangan, who had disappeared for seven days, finally returned to Youxiangju from Ding Mansion.
"Brother Xiao, what's the situation?" Li Xin'an, who was already sleeping, learned the news of Xiao Xuangan's return, and hurriedly ran out before he even put on his clothes.
“Not very optimistic.”
Xiao Xuangan's face was solemn: "There is a lot of murderous aura in Ding's mansion."
Li Xin'an frowned: "But someone from outside?"
"I don't know." Xiao Xuangan shook his head and said, "They were wearing the clothes of servants of Ding Mansion and were dressed in mourning outside. They looked like people from Ding Mansion, and they could not recognize their true identities."
"Murong Bai didn't realize it at first that I grew up in a pile of corpses and felt much more keen than you. When I talked to him about this, he came to Ding Luo very carefully, but the latter obviously didn't care about it."
"Also, the servants of Ding's family monitored those who went to pay their respects and had strong hostility."
Li Xin'an nodded: "This is natural. Senior Ding died bizarrely. Based on all the signs, it is not difficult to confirm that he was killed. The Ding Mansion obviously knows the truth, but because of Senior Ding's reputation and the face of the Ding Mansion, he hides it and does not reveal it."
"The murderer is likely to be among the people who are mourning. The Ding Mansion is closely monitoring it, which is understandable."
“What else?”
Xiao Xuangan said: "We also realized that the relationship between the two young masters of the Ding Mansion, Ding Miao and Ding Luo, did not seem to be very good. Ding Zhenfa's funeral was neither organized by Ding Miao nor Ding Luo, but Ding Zhenfa's brother Ding Zhenyue and the housekeeper Ding Bao. It seemed that he was afraid that Ding Miao and Ding Luo would have a conflict."
"Ding Miao and Ding Luo are not in harmony? This is interesting news." Li Xinan raised his eyebrows, "Is it because of the death of Senior Ding and the two of them fighting for the position of head of the family?"
"They must have had hatred for a long time." Xiao Xuangan replied firmly, "The Ding Mansion is also divided into two factions. One group of people is biased towards Ding Miao, and the other group of people is biased towards Ding Luo. This is definitely not something that Ding Miao and Ding Luo can pull it up overnight.
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The scale of coming.”
"Who are the ones who support them?"
Xiao Xuangan thought for a while: "Those who support Ding Miao are all direct descendants of the Ding family, but not some older seniors who are older. Those who support Ding Luo are all guest officials of the Ding family and some in-laws of the Ding family."
Ye Qinglan said from the side: "After dealing with Senior Ding last time, I also investigated the Ding family. Senior Ding Luo. It seems that he is not from the Ding family, right?"
Liu Wuyan nodded and said, "Ding Luo is indeed not Ding Zhenfa's direct line. He is the adopted son of Ding Yan, the second son of Ding Zhenfa's senior."
"Adopted son?"
"Yes. Senior Ding has six sons and two daughters. Ding Yan is Ding Zhenfa's favorite and most respected son. When Ding Yan was young, about thirty years ago, he had a lifelong life with a girl. The children of the world naturally do not have the concept of being a good family in the aristocratic family. Senior Ding did not object at the beginning. But that woman was from Goryeo, and Ding Yan concealed this situation."
"So, without the knowledge of Senior Ding, Ding Yan married the Goryeo woman and entered the house. When he was celebrating, a wind blew, blowing the bride's veil off. This trick was finally revealed."
"Senior Ding was furious and drove the Goryeo woman out of the house. Because the chapel was not over, the wedding became a bubble. Since then, Ding Yan has not yet been ill and the Goryeo woman has disappeared."
"It is said that the Goryeo woman had a three-month-old fetus in her abdomen when she was kicked out of Ding Mansion."
"Ding Yan recovered from a serious illness and left the Ding Mansion and wandered outside for several years. When he came back, he had a child with him, that was Ding Luo."
Li Xin'an sighed repeatedly: "I didn't expect that there was such a secret news in the Ding Mansion, and there was no sound in the world."
Liu Wuyan smiled and said, "The three families in Chang'an are in the same mood. Only some of us, Chang'an, know about this. I only knew about it when I was a child when I heard that my father and some uncles and uncles got drunk."
Ye Qinglan poked Liu Wuyan: "Miss Liu, do you know any secrets?"
Liu Wuyan gave him a blank look: "Young Yin is so sarcastic that I am too lazy to know these messy things."
"But... I really know that a little about the Ding family."
Li Xin'an and Ye Qinglan's eyes lit up: "Tell me quickly."
Liu Wuyan cleared his throat:
"By the way, fifteen years ago, Ding Zhenfa's eldest son Ding Hai died for some reason, leaving behind his eldest son Ding Miao. Ding Miao is a martial arts genius, so Ding Zhenfa then trained Ding Miao as the future head of the Ding family."
"How can I say this? I have seen him many times. In simple terms, I am strong on the outside and do things at the middle, arrogant on the heart, and embarrassingly useless. You can let him practice martial arts, but the head of the family is a smart job, and Ding Miao is obviously not qualified."
"As Ding Miao's power in the Ding Mansion became more and more powerful, his shortcomings gradually emerged, and the quarrel between Ding Zhenfa and him continued to increase. At this time, Ding Luo was gradually exposed to the eyes of the world. Whether it is dealing with people or cultivating strength, he must steadily suppress Ding Miao."
"People's ridicule, grandpa's disappointment and the gap in status made Ding Miao finally unable to help but attack Ding Luo. The result of the two fighting was unknown, but later, Ding Luo kept guarding the Ding family's door. Ding Miao gradually faded out of people's vision. Ding Zhenfa's successor has disappeared from now on, until now."
Ye Qinglan said: "It seems that Ding Miao and Ding Luo are not in harmony, mostly to compete for the position of the head of the Ding family. After all, Ding Luo is an adopted son, and what he keeps is not the blood of the Ding family. No matter how bad Ding Miao or how good Ding Luo is, it will not be Ding Luo's turn to succeed him. They will not know about this, and Ding Luo cannot make a fight at all."
"Unless, their grudges have other hidden feelings."
Everyone fell into deep thought.
Li Xin'an clapped his hands
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Ban said: "It is useless to say more. Everything is waiting for tomorrow. Senior Ding will come out. Many of our doubts will be revealed by then."
He looked at Xiao Xuangan: "Brother Xiao, tomorrow, I need you to take someone to do something."
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The next day, at the Si hour, the sides of Zhuque Street were surrounded by people from the rivers and lakes.
Ding Zhenfa's funeral was much more grand than Si Jingting. Not only did the people from Chang'an River and Lake see off, but even other aristocratic families and sects in the Tang Dynasty, including Tianshan Sect, Mengjiazhuang and Penglai Pavilion, came from thousands of miles to pay their respects.
Two young masters of the Ding family personally helped the spirits, one was Ding Luo, the envoy of the Ding family. The other was Ding Zhenfa's Changsun and Ding Miao.
And the most eye-catching thing is not the above.
Ding Zhenfa's coffin was carried by sixteen people on his shoulders, all of which were famous figures in Chang'an.
A huge iron wood was hanging on the top of Ding Zhenfa's coffin pivot, and two people were carrying it in front and behind.
In front of them are the current young leader of the martial arts world, the young owner of Murong Villa, and Murong Bai.
The man behind was Gao Xianzhi, the general of the Zuo Yulin Army of the dynasty.
When Murong Bai showed up, people were surprised, but they were expected. But when Gao Xianzhi's wide body appeared, everyone took a breath.
The imperial general appeared at the funeral of the master of the martial arts world and carried the coffin himself. The meaning of this made people think carefully.
Back then, Gao Xianzhi became famous in Chang'an City and relied on defeating Ding Zhenfa. But no one knew about that battle, so a lot of rumors naturally grew up.
It seems that rumors about Ding Zhenfa’s Gao Xianzhi will continue to spread in the world and become diverse.
The appearance of Murong Bai and Gao Xianzhi brings people doubts, but also naturally brings some information.
That is, even though Ding Zhenfa died, the Ding family would not fall. With Murong Villa and Gao Xianzhi there, the Ding family was still the Ding family.
Hiding among the crowd watching the fun, Li Xin'an stared at Ding Zhenfa's coffin without blinking.
Ye Qinglan squeezed over from behind and whispered:
"Along the way, all our people are in place."
Li Xin'an nodded and sighed: "Since that's the case, let's watch Senior Ding."
Ye Qinglan looked around and frowned and said, "Brother Li, are you sure An Qingxu or that Xuanyuan Youpeng will appear?"
"I believe they can't stand the loneliness in such a lively scene."
Li Xin'an said: "I just guess that the murderer is related to them, but unfortunately I can't see the body of Senior Ding, otherwise I will have a greater confidence."
While speaking, the funeral team had already gone far away, and the crowd began to surge. For a moment, you pushed and shoved, and the scene was chaotic and crowded.
Someone shouted loudly from a distance, and then there was a strong fight. The farce was almost over after a scolding from a respected senior.
But this is only a short part of the ten-mile long street. In more places, there are more new and old hatreds that continue to ferment and breed.
Finally, the last figure of the mourning back disappeared from the city gate.
The anger that had been accumulating over the years completely erupted, and many people immediately launched a life-and-death duel on the street.
Now no one is stopping him. No one is here anymore. No one is watching good deeds, so there is no need to mess with this kind of fishy outfit.
In front of the team, someone scolded loudly: "If you want to cut people, cut people. Can you see if you can see it correctly? Almost cut someone else!"
A black figure rushed out in the team, and a man holding a big knife chased him out. Two people, one after another, entered the market next to them.