Changsheng Goudao: Playing suona at the beginning, sending off Xiuxian

The quota for the suona player was given to Liu Yiqu.

The whole Yizhuang began to get busy.

Of course, the main workers were Bai Yu and other servants.

Others said they were working, but in fact they were just waiting for the reward money.

That afternoon, the funeral song sounded from the city gate to the Yizhuang.

The funeral procession probably had hundreds of people, all in mourning.

Sixteen strong men carried the expensive nanmu coffin and walked slowly forward.

Finally, the coffin arrived at the door of the Yizhuang.

Manager Wu and Taoist Lin Jiu, who had not been seen for a long time, came to welcome the funeral procession into the Yizhuang.

The coffin stopped in the main hall.

The Yizhuang's drum team had been ready long ago.

Liu Yiqu proudly raised his chin at Bai Yu, and then played the suona.

As expected, Liu Yiqu's suona was very skilled.

The sound of the suona, with a sad tone, firmly controlled the rhythm.

The wicked Wu nodded repeatedly, feeling very happy.

The suona was played well, which satisfied Mr. Zhang, and he would naturally give him money.

Even Taoist Lin Jiu couldn't help but secretly praise Liu Yiqu's skill.

Bai Yu looked into the coffin on the side.

At this time, the coffin lid had been opened to receive the last look of relatives and friends.

The coffin nails would not be nailed until the burial on the mountain.

The young master of the Zhang family was very handsome and heroic.

But on his pale face, a pair of eyes were wide open and unwilling to close.

Sure enough, Zhu Tong was right. The young master of the Zhang family never closed his eyes until his death.

At this time, Mr. Zhang and his family members stepped into the gate of the charity cemetery.

Mr. Zhang was plump, wearing a black satin, and crying tears.

His wife cried until her voice was hoarse.

In the funeral home, the drum team worked harder and harder.

Especially Liu Yiqu, who shook his head and played very attentively.

The melodious suona almost covered the entire funeral home, and the sound could be heard for ten miles.

Mr. Zhang and his family walked slowly forward, feeling more and more sad, and crying even louder.

At this moment, the sound of the suona suddenly stopped.

Liu Yiqu coughed violently, and then fell down weakly.

At this moment, everyone was stunned, and the scene was silent.

Then, everyone was in an uproar!

The guest manager who was attending the funeral was all shocked.

"What's going on? The suona stopped!"

"Isn't this nonsense? What the hell is Baishan Funeral Home doing?"

"What is Manager Wu doing? Why can't he even arrange a drum team?"

"Damn it, these guys in the funeral home are looking for death!"

On the funeral home side, everyone was at a loss.

Manager Wu and Taoist Lin Jiu's faces changed drastically.

At the critical moment of the funeral, Liu Yiqu actually went wrong.

The wicked Wu turned pale.

"It's over, it's over, Mr. Zhang is going to be angry now."

He looked at Mr. Zhang hurriedly.

Sure enough, Mr. Zhang's face was so gloomy that water could drip out.

Mr. Zhang's wife burst into tears:

"My son, why are you so miserable? You practiced martial arts well, but suddenly died."

"As a result, you can't even rest in peace after death. These damn people even messed up the funeral." Mr. Zhang was even more furious after hearing this, and said:

"Dare to mess up my son's funeral, throw the guy who plays the suona out, and beat him to death."

Immediately, several wolf-like servants dragged Liu Yiqu out, and screams were heard outside the house.

The wicked Wu hurried forward and said:

"Mr. Zhang, listen to our explanation. This is intentional--"

Mr. Zhang raised his hand and slapped him.

With a "slap", the left face of the wicked Wu suddenly swelled up.

When Wu Guanshi saw his nephew being beaten, he did not dare to get angry, but stepped forward and slapped him again.

With a "slap", the right face of the wicked Wu also swelled up like a pig's head.

With a "wow", he spit out a mouthful of blood, with two white teeth in the blood.

Manager Wu did not dare to stop at all, and kicked and beat the wicked Wu.

Now he had to teach Mr. Zhang a lesson first, otherwise it would not be so simple when the Zhang family took action.

Mr. Zhang glared with anger, and his eyes swept coldly over everyone.

"My son's funeral, you guys are doing this, go explain to the county magistrate."

"Everyone in Baishan Yizhuang neglected their duties and couldn't even handle the funeral. No one should think about working there."

The Zhang family is the big money behind Yizhuang. If he tells the county magistrate, everyone in Yizhuang will be kicked out.

Seeing things going in the worst direction.

Bai Yu, who was standing by, was moved.

If this continues, he will be implicated.

The Yizhuang business is very important to him, and he can't afford to lose it.

Liu Yiqu and Quede Wu have both been in bad luck, so let's stop while we're ahead and keep the Yizhuang job first.

Thinking of this, he picked up the suona.

A long suonaThe sound of the suona was heartbreaking. It was like the cuckoo crying blood, and the sorrow was deep. The sad sound of the suona suppressed the anger of the guests and aroused the sadness in their hearts. The drummers and gong players in the field were as if they had been pardoned. They hurriedly followed the rhythm of the suona and continued the funeral song. The sad funeral song continued to resound throughout the venue. Manager Wu patted his chest and was almost scared to death. Fortunately, someone came to the rescue. Taoist Lin Jiu looked at Bai Yu with approval. In the funeral procession, Zhang Yuanwai was still angry, but it was not a good time to vent. He snorted heavily: "I will settle accounts with you after my son's funeral." In the field, Bai Yu looked normal and played the suona slowly. A panel appeared in front of him. [Funeral target: Zhang Mingfei. ]

[Identity: Young Master of the Zhang Family. ]

[Age: 16. ]

[Cultivation: Martial Arts Grade Three. ]

[Funeral participation: 5%. ]

[Rewards: Qi and Blood +25, Life Experience +151. ]

[Optional rewards: Wandering Dragon Palm, Thirteen Swords of Feiyun, Lingkong Step...]

As expected of a child of an aristocratic family, he has a long list of martial arts, and they all look extraordinary.

However, the optional reward column is still empty.

Only when the funeral participation reaches 50% can you choose a reward.

Through the Burial World Record, Bai Yu can check Zhang Mingfei's life.

He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and was spoiled.

When he was young, he studied literature and was smart. He quickly got into it. The teacher praised him for being a scholar.

When he grew up, he became obsessed with martial arts, and made great progress. He mastered every subject he learned.

In just two years, he was promoted to the third-grade warrior.

His life can be said to be smooth sailing, and he is simply a template for the protagonist.

Bright clothes and horses, blazing fire and blooming flowers.

He even thought about forcibly integrating several techniques to break through to the fourth grade.

However, several techniques conflicted with each other, and he eventually became obsessed and died of heart failure.

"I am unwilling, I am unwilling."

"I am Zhang Mingfei, a man of outstanding talent, why did I die like this?"

"I want to ride on the rivers and lakes and make a name for myself, I want to become the overlord of the martial arts world, and I want to conquer the beauties of the martial arts world!"

Through the Record of the Burial World, Bai Yu could feel Zhang Mingfei's strong unwillingness.

After playing a song, Bai Yu changed the tune and changed it to a dirge.

"Whose land is this in the weeds? It gathers souls regardless of whether they are wise or foolish."

"Why are the ghosts urging me? Human life must be delayed."

"Don't you see how many romantic figures have become soil under the Beimang Mountain?"

Bai Yu has been attending funerals in Taohua Village for twenty years. He has seen the coming and going of seasons, birth, old age, sickness and death.

Thinking back to the history of his previous life, even if it was a flowery land and a blazing fire, it would inevitably turn into a pile of yellow soil.

The eternity is nothing but a sigh.

He integrated this experience into the elegy.

The sound of the suona carries a sense of loneliness and melancholy, as well as the calmness of seeing through the years.

Everyone in the field couldn't help but feel relaxed after hearing this.

Many mundane things that had been pent up in their hearts in the past seemed to be thrown away at this moment.

What heroes and beauties, what picturesque landscapes, are not as good as boiling a pot of tea under the peach tree.

Even the many guests who came to see the funeral felt less sad.

When the song ended, the man in the coffin felt all the anger disappear from his chest, and he slowly closed his eyes.