I am the Great Protector of the Soldier King

Zhu Qingyu shuddered when he saw Deng Hongying walking in quickly with tears on her face.

Before he could speak, Deng Hongying threw herself on his shoulder and cried: "Qingyu, Lao Zhao is dead! Wuwu..."

"Ah?" This was really a surprise to him: "Call Huang Jiangong right away!" After that, he called Huang Jiangong.

Huang Jiangong was buying office supplies on the street at this time. After receiving Zhu Qingyu's call, he hurried to the general manager's office.

"Mr. Zhao has passed away. Please contact the funeral home to arrange funeral arrangements as soon as possible! Ask the funeral home's car to go to the mental hospital to take Mr. Zhao there. Also notify people from Zhao Jiashan and Mr. Zhao's friends before his death to come to express condolences. Ask Zhao Maohai to assist you, if necessary In terms of manpower, the trained students can be from any branch." Zhu Qingyu said.

After receiving the order, Huang Jiangong called Zhao Maohai and left in a Jiangling minivan.

Zhu Qingyu closed the door of the office, helped Deng Hongying to the sofa and sat down: "Sister Hongying, don't be sad. It is much easier for Lao Zhao to die than to live. He suffered while alive, but he has become transcendent after death. Now you have to ask your husband to quickly choose a cemetery and bury Mr. Zhou, Sister Furong and Mr. Zhao together."

Deng Hongying nodded and said: "Qingyu, after Zhao is gone, I will be a real single widow. Will you still like me?"

"Oh, my aunt, you are still talking about this at this time!" Zhu Qingyu said with a canvas bag on his back: "Let's go find the husband to see the land!"

Deng Hongying sat still: "Speak quickly, I won't leave until you tell me!"

Zhu Qingyu thought for a while and said, "Oh, I like you, don't you?"

"Will you stay with me forever?"

"Yes, even if I get married, I'll stay with you as a couple, okay?"

"So you will find another woman?"

"This is what you said back then, allowing me to fall in love and marry other women. What, why do you regret it?"

"Yes, I told you." Deng Hongying smiled miserably, stood up, and said: "I knew you wouldn't be with me. I am a widow, two years older than you, and I am not worthy of you. no?"

Zhu Qingyu stood up hurriedly and said: "No, that's not the case..."

"Haha, are you willing to marry me?" After saying that, she stared straight into his eyes.

Zhu Qingyu stumbled and said helplessly: "You are really crazy. There are so many things waiting for you now, and you are still clinging to this problem. Okay, how about I marry you? I will get married tomorrow, OK!"

Deng Hongying knew that he was angry, but at least she understood his attitude, so she took his arm and left the office.

There is a gentleman in Dengjiapu named Deng Wanchang, who is Deng Hongying's distant uncle. He is sixty-five years old, but he looks like he is only in his fifties. His body is very strong, but his left eye was blinded when he was young. The big-headed yellow firecrackers exploded. Deng Hongying took him to look at her own land for a long time, and selected a cave. Behind this cave was a mountain with a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right. There was about ten square meters of land in the middle. In the ground was the garlic planted by Aunt Deng. .

"I've been looking at crypts in this fort for many years, but I didn't find a natural crypt here!" Deng Wanchang muttered.

"What's wrong, uncle?" Deng Hongying asked.

"Hmph!" Deng Wanchang said mysteriously with a smile on his face: "If you get this point, your family will be prosperous and your person will be prosperous!"

Deng Hongying said hurriedly: "There are three people to be buried in this crypt. Guozhu is buried alone, and my sister and brother-in-law are buried together. Guozhu and I don't have any children yet, and neither does my sister. Do we want to give away my brother-in-law's children in Sichuan?" If this is the case, why not leave this hole to my mother and choose another place."

Deng Wanchang said "Hey" and said: "You have to settle down in your own cave first, and you can't favor one over the other. Although you have no children now, don't you want to get married again? If you get married and have children, it will be your children who will prosper in the future. ”

After hearing this, Deng Hongying blushed a little. He glanced at Zhu Qingyu and said, "Okay, just do what uncle said."

Choosing the crypt, Mr. Deng Wanchang took two disciples in Zhu Qingyu's Toyota SUV to the funeral parlor at Dongmen Bridge in the border town.

Huang Jiangong has rented a hall in the funeral home, and Zhao Guozhu's body has been put into a coffin and parked in the center of the hall. On both sides of the hall, more than 20 mahjong tables have been set up, and charcoal fires were lit under the tables for relatives and friends who came to express their condolences.

At that time, the funeral home did not have a place to arrange living arrangements, so Zhao Maohai went to the street to buy some disposable lunch boxes, contacted a restaurant, and delivered four meals to the funeral home on time every day. The number of diners would be reported when the time came.

That night, all the trainees trained by the security company went to the funeral home for a wake and did not return to the security company until twelve o'clock. But Zhu Qingyu, Deng Hongying, Huang Jiangong and Zhao Maohai stayed at the funeral home all night.

In the afternoon of the next day, people from Zhaojiashan came to the funeral parlor one after another. Except for Zhao Guozhu's parents, the others are all men and women under the age of fifty, mostly boys. They had long heard that Zhao Guozhu had been kidnapped and persecuted and suffered from mental illness. I didn't expect that he would pass away in such a long time.

Zhao Guozhu's parents are in their sixties and have limited mobility in their hands and feet due to rheumatism. Since Zhao Guozhu disappeared, the old couple has been crying all day long, and they have become much older. After Zhao Guozhu entered the mental hospital, the old couple went to the hospital once. Now that my son is dead, how can I not be heartbroken when a man with white hair sends a man with black hair?

The mourning of the two elders caused the men and women in Zhaojiashan to sob. In the hall of the funeral home, emotions of sadness and resentment were impacting people's hearts.

The next morning, after Zhao Guozhu's body was cremated, his ashes were sent to Dengjiabao for burial.

Zhu Qingyu took out the urns of Zhou Wanfu and Deng Furong and took them to the back mountain together.

Burying ashes is different from burying bones. The husband stood up two large earthen jars in the two graves he dug in advance. He spread a layer of fine river sand at the bottom of the jars, then placed the urns inside, and then filled them with soil. Fill, and finally close the jar lid.

As the wife of Zhao Guozhu, Deng Hongying had been involved in all the details of the funeral. Like everyone below Zhao in Zhaojiashan, she wore mourning clothes. She did not take off the mourning clothes and burn them after the tomb was built.

After burying the ashes of Zhou Wanfuhao and Zhao Guozhu, Deng Hongying was exhausted, and Zhu Qingyu's eyes were bloodshot. After the two returned from the cemetery, they fell on the bed and fell asleep.

The people from Zhaojiashan had lunch in the canteen of the security service company and drank a lot of sorghum wine brewed by Party Secretary Deng's family, and then they went back with a loud roar.

After Zhu Qingyu fell asleep, he quickly fell asleep. His soul drifted and returned to the depths of the border defense mountains where the special operations team conducted individual exercises.

He vaguely remembered that he was conducting a solo attack again. He and his comrades were running wildly, racing against time. When he jumped off a high hill, he fell into a deep pit.

He shouted and shouted, and finally fell to the beach of the underground river at the bottom of the pit.

He took a look with his night eyes, oh, why is there a person lying here? And the whole body is camouflage uniform. He turned the man over and saw that it was himself!

"How is this possible? I'm not in the border town. I've experienced so many things in the border town, and now I'm still running a security company!" He thought to himself, and when he was about to take a closer look, suddenly a small boat floated over in the dark river. An old man with white hair and a boyish face, holding a whisk in his hand, stood at the bow of the boat, while golden boys and beautiful girls waited on both sides.

"Don't touch him!" the old man shouted loudly.

"You... Taishang Laojun!" Zhu Qingyu saw clearly. He had seen this old man several times.

"Hahaha! Zhu Qingyu, why are you here if you are not a protector in the border town?" Taishang Laojun said.

Zhu Qingyu said anxiously: "Tai Shang Laojun, why am I lying there? No, I have to carry me out!" After that, he was about to move the body.

However, in the blink of an eye, the body was already on the boat, and the boat headed deeper into the underground river.

"Give me back my body, give me back my body!" Zhu Qingyu shouted loudly and prepared to jump into the underground river.

"I'll come and collect your body after you successfully protect the Dharma!" Taishang Laojun said, and with a flick of the dust, Zhu Qingyu suddenly shot upwards like an anti-aircraft missile, passing through the deep pit and reaching the sky.

He flew and flew, and saw that he was almost at the legendary Nantian Gate, and saw the half-year-old Qiong Tower and Jade Pavilion in a blink of an eye. Just when he was rejoicing, he suddenly fell.

"Ah! How could this happen? Grand Master, please save me. Second Sister Deng, Huang Jiangong, Zhao Maolei, where are you now? Come and save me..."

But no one responded. His head stood upside down, falling faster and faster. He stretched out his wishful palm and tried to use the air ball to carry himself, but to no avail. Instead, the palm of his hand rubbed against the air and ignited a fire.

"What's wrong? This won't burn me to death, right?" Zhu Qingyu blew and rubbed, but the flame was still so big. The strange thing is that his palms feel no pain.

The fall seemed to have no end, which made Zhu Qingyu both frightened and irritable.

"**..." He was about to curse when suddenly, he saw the beautiful Sanjiang River, a narrow stone street on the riverside, with two rows of wooden houses on both sides... Isn't this the water alley of the border town! Hey, there are two groups of people preparing to fight at the intersection. On one side are Fat Winter Melon and Scarface, and on the other side aren't they from Zhao Jiashan...

Zhu Qingyu looked down again and saw that it was broken and was about to fall into the river! In desperation, he pushed out his palm. This was a terrible blow. He heard an earth-shaking loud noise. The entire two-hundred-meter-long river was stirred up to a height of three feet. The tiles of the row of houses next to the river in the water alley were scattered. Shattered, the house crumbled. <