Even if the invading enemy breaks through the gate, the people in the Sword Alliance can still use the military formation in the valley to stop the enemy, which is really amazing.
Turning around the hillside of the back mountain, what comes into view is a simple and elegant pavilion. Three big characters with flying dragons and phoenixes can be clearly seen from a long distance away, "Juyi Hall". There is a door in the distance in front, with two huge blocks on the left and right.
The extraterrestrial stone locks the throat of Hidden Sword Valley, overlooking the great river and mountains between Guanmen and Juyitang.
It was a bright and sunny day, and in the distance we could see buffaloes walking leisurely on the field paths on the flat hinterland.
It is a dangerous place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Li Luo secretly praised it. After several generations of alliance leaders, the Sword Alliance can still stand firm in Beifu. Now it is even more powerful in taking charge of Yanchen Prefecture and several nearby states. It is true that he has his past.
People's place.
However, no matter how sunny and sunny it is today, the atmosphere in the valley is still very heavy. The old son of the old alliance leader was brutally murdered. In addition to sadness, there is only resentment and murderous intention rising into the sky in the Sword Alliance.
Li Luo followed Xiaozhu around to a living room next to the Juyi Hall. This is the mourning hall of Zuo Haotang, the young leader of the Sword Alliance. Now the leader of the Sword Alliance is not Zuo Haotang, but there is no qualification to set up a mourning hall in the Juyi Hall.
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The three-foot-long white paper swayed in the wind, and people came and went from time to time in the mourning hall, wearing white clothes and black belts, most of them with angry faces. Although Zuo Haotang has a noble status, his reputation in the world is not obvious after all. Most of the people who come at this time are
Among the people who have close friendship with each other in the Sword Alliance, the remaining ones are in the Sword Alliance, and there are very few people like Li Luo who meet him at the right time.
Arriving in front of the mourning hall, Li Luo stopped for a while, and asked the disciples of the master's family to pass the news according to etiquette. Then the guests came into the mourning hall, and then they burned incense to express their condolences. Xiaozhu also wore a plain suit today.
He put on mourning clothes, bowed apologetically to Li Luo, and quickly walked into the house to pass the news.
Li Luo moved a few steps to the door, cleared the way for entry and exit, and waited quietly. There were people coming in and out of the door, but no one asked about Li Luo's whereabouts. Except for a few people who were worried and hurried in and out, most of the others would be with Li Luo.
The stranger nodded and said hello, his expression quite friendly. Li Luo returned the greetings one by one and looked highly at the Sword Alliance. With such courtesy and virtuousness, this Sword Alliance is not only powerful but also very tolerant.
After waiting for a while, Xiaozhu did not come out, but it was the eldest lady who came out. Li Luo was slightly surprised. If the people from the Sword Alliance knew Li Luo's identity, it would not be surprising to welcome him for several miles, but Li Luo is just an ordinary person in the world now.
Moreover, Ji Zhilu and Jianmeng had saved Li Luo's life, and the eldest lady actually went out to greet him in person. This magnanimity alone was far superior to that of ordinary people, at least not comparable to the princes and ministers in Zhuo City.
Seeing the eldest lady walking straight towards Li Luo, Li Luo was convinced that the eldest lady was indeed here to greet him. He quickly bowed respectfully and said softly: "Madam."
The eldest lady nodded kindly and said, "You are here."
"Well, please forgive me for being late."
The eldest lady shook her head and said: "Young Master, you are serious. There is no reason to be late. I wish you could come." After the tragic death of his only son, this all-powerful man still looked tough and plain on the outside, but there was more in his words.
Deeply tired and vicissitudes of life.
"Guimeng and Miss Ji have saved lives for this junior. I have nothing to repay, so I can only burn a stick of incense to express my regret."
"Since you have come to Xiaoxing Mountain, you are a guest. You don't need to be polite, sir. Tang'er Jiuquanxia should also be happy." The eldest lady paused and continued, "I heard from Zhilu that you have other important matters. No.
The sun is about to go down the mountain. In the past few days, there have been such changes in the Jianmeng League. The etiquette is not good. I hope the young master will not take offense. You are Zhilu’s guest, and you are the guest of the Jianmeng League. If you are not in a hurry, you can wait for Quanzi to be buried.
Before leaving after that, the Sword Alliance should also treat the young master as a landlord. If the young master really has something important to do when he comes down the mountain, then I won’t keep you, Xiaozhu will make arrangements to send the young master off the mountain."
"Thank you, madam." Li Luo bowed sincerely. Such courtesy made Li Luo secretly feel sad.
"Young master, you don't need to be polite. There are turmoils in the world. People of the same profession have to support each other. If you come to Xiaoxing Mountain again, you might as well stay a few more days."
"This junior will definitely come to your door to say thank you in the future."
"Stop talking about this, sir, please come in." The eldest lady turned slightly and made a gesture of invitation.
Li Luo bowed again, using the courtesy of a junior, and let the eldest lady go first. The eldest lady was not polite, nodded lightly, turned around and entered the mourning hall.
The mourning hall was not big, and everything was in black and white. There was a cold feeling in the hall. Li Luo raised his eyes and glanced around. Ice was spread under Zuo Haotang's coffin to prevent the body from rotting too quickly after summer.
There were many people standing in the mourning hall, including men and women, old and young. From a glance, there were nearly a hundred people, who seemed to be members of the Sword Alliance. Many of them had bulging temples and their eyes were opening and closing with electricity.
, are all martial arts masters both internally and externally.
Ji Zhilu was dressed in white, and she knelt quietly in front of the coffin to keep vigil. Han Xue was also there, and opposite there were several women and young children kneeling, who were none of Zuo Haotang's.
Everyone in the hall was slightly surprised when they saw the eldest lady leading a pale young man into the mourning hall, but there was nothing unusual about it. Although there were a few contemptuous glances in Li Luo's eyes, there was no hostility or anger.
dissatisfied.
After entering the hall, the eldest lady stood in front of the funeral. The trace of weakness and tiredness she had when she was outside the door had long since disappeared, and she was replaced by a solemn and condensed expression. The master of a sect, with no expression of joy or anger.
Indeed, not everyone can do it.
Seeing Li Luo come in, Han Xue whispered to Ji Zhilu. Ji Zhilu raised her head and glanced at Li Luo, nodded slightly, then lowered her gaze and added paper money to the brazier haggardly.
Li Luo let out a breath of turbidity. He had killed people all his life. There were countless soldiers who paid homage to the deceased in a foreign land, but there were not many people who could pay homage to a deceased person. As soon as he stepped into the mourning hall, Li Luo felt a chill on his body.
This kind of coldness is not the chill emanating from a layer of ice under the coffin, but a kind of reverence for life and death. Between heaven and earth, every flower, every tree, every insect and every bird is alive.
Life is difficult. If you have no respect for life and death in heaven and earth, you are not far away from becoming a demon.
Li Luo took a few steps forward and was about to burn incense and worship. Suddenly his eyes narrowed and he looked blankly at a man kneeling three steps away from the coffin. Although this man lowered his head, it seemed as if something was weighing him down.
His back was very familiar, but his figure looked very familiar. He must be someone Li Luo had seen before.
Li Luo was in a daze, forgetting where he was for a moment, and just stared at the figure kneeling on the ground. It was okay at the beginning, everyone in the hall just thought that Li Luo had something in his heart, and that he was agitated.