How many times the group portrait is spring

Xuantianzong's great funeral was endless, and the whole world rushed to the great sacrifice.

Jing Rong took off his ceremonial attire and wore a white onyx crown. As a direct disciple of Taoist Tianquan and the successor suzerain of Xuantianzong, he naturally had to set an example and lead the team at the forefront.

Mo Lingyun changed into white clothes for the first time, and let Jing Rong tie his hair. Looking at Jing Rong in the mirror, Mo Lingyun whispered: "Master, you look so sad."

"Are you sad..." Jing Rong didn't know, he tied a white onyx for Mo Lingyun, and said in a low voice: "Ling Yun, be obedient, don't leave Lingxiao Hall without Master's permission."

"Okay." Mo Lingyun nodded, and added: "But Master, didn't we agree that we are going to Southern Border?"

"Southern Xinjiang?" Jing Rong paused.

"That's right, Daoist Nan said..."

"Ling Yun, where is your Uncle Ning?"

"Isn't he going with us?"

Jing Rong froze, pointed to himself and asked Mo Lingyun, "Who am I?"

"Master, but why are you wearing white?"

"Who is Beishan She?"

"do not know……"

Jing Rong felt a little dizzy, but was supported by Mo Lingyun again, "Master, are you feeling unwell? Why don't we go..."

"Go, have to go." Jing Rong stood up straight, "But Ling Yun, you have to wait here for Master first."

Jing Rong never thought that Mo Lingyun's mind would degenerate so quickly, accompanied by his gradual loss of memory.

There was an empty coffin in the mourning hall, and it was bustling with people. Jing Rong stood at the forefront of the crowd and couldn't kneel down to worship like other disciples. In his life, he didn't kneel down to heaven and earth, he didn't kneel down to ethics, and he couldn't even kneel down to his master.

It seemed that since he was born, no one or anything was worthy of making him kneel down.

Jing Rong looked at the elegiac couplet from a high place, surrounded by white flags fluttering in the wind, the crowds of worshipers were bustling, accompanied by noisy voices.

He couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in, maybe he knew what he was doing today, but he always had some hope in his heart that Master would be able to survive the catastrophe and return to the sect safely, but these ten years of seclusion ended in vain.

Xuantian Sect Master Bintian was a major event that caused a sensation in all regions. Even the Hengshan Sword Sect, which claims to be a feudal sect, also sent people to express their condolences. It was heard that the envoys from the Western Territory and Changchuan Ze had also left on their way.

"Han Xiu, guarding the spirit is important, and you should also take care of your body to rest." Taoist Qingxuan stood beside Jing Rong. She and Taoist Tianquan were of the same generation, so she didn't need to kneel down.

"It's okay, Uncle Master." Jing Rong refused, he didn't know what he was thinking, his mind was chaotic and empty, and he asked after a long time when the vigilantes had dispersed at night: "If the cold poison enters the bone, what will happen?" ?”

"Maybe the mind is like a child's, but with various panaceas to suppress it, it is still possible to save this life."

"Like a child..."

"Since you miss your apprentice, go back and have a look. You don't have to keep on guard for seven days and seven nights."

"...Yes, I would like to thank all the masters and uncles for working harder."

In the early spring, Ling Xiaofeng was still cold and windy. When Jing Rong came, Mo Lingyun was waiting for him by the door with his arms in his arms like before. When he saw him coming, he smiled: "Master!"

"Why wait outside the door, be careful not to catch a cold." Jing Rong stroked the frost on Mo Lingyun's temples.

"I want to see you as soon as possible." Mo Lingyun smiled cheerfully, and then felt that Jing Rong's brows were tired, so he reached out and rubbed the center of Jing Rong's brows, "Are you tired?"

"It's okay." Jing Rong tried her best to soften her tone, unable to hide her dryness.

Mo Lingyun hurriedly pulled people into the room, and put a hand warmer for Jing Rong. Under the light, Jing Rong's white clothes became more obvious.

Holding the teacup, Mo Lingyun was stunned for a moment. He looked down at his plain white sleeves, and then at the scene. He opened his mouth for a moment and then asked, "What happened..."

It was a great funeral for plain white, and some things seemed to happen quietly.

Jing Rong was speechless, only took a deep look at Mo Lingyun, and said: "You should rest well, I will come to see you as a teacher."

It was Mo Lingyun who grabbed Jing Rong's sleeve and suddenly pulled him into his arms. He patted Jing Rong's back and said uncertainly: "Although I don't know what happened, I feel that Master is very sad. I'm gone." Yes, it must be someone you care about..."

"Lingyun..." Jing Rong let go, most of his body was on Mo Lingyun's body. During this period of time, his nerves have been tense, and too many things have happened, from the famine at the beginning of the year, to the plague, to the relationship with the monster. The tribes went to war, and disasters followed.

Now, his master is gone, and his apprentice is stupid, but he still has to maintain the majesty of his heaven and earth king, not happy or angry, and deal with everything in an orderly manner.

Only Mo Lingyun, who is highly praised by the world, would ask him, you seem to be very sad.

"Lingyun..." Jing Rong was choked up, and tears fell on Mo Lingyun's shoulders, "Master's master is gone..."

"The apprentice is here, and the apprentice will always be with you." Mo Lingyun patted Jing Rong's shoulder lightly, "Cry if you want to cry, this is our secret, I won't tell anyone."

Mo Lingyun didn't let go of Jing Ronghuan's grip. Before that, he never knew that a strong hug could give people great comfort.

On the seventh day of Taoist Tianquan's death, there was still an endless stream of people who came to pay their respects. On another day, the person who came to express condolences was the sect master Shu Huayan, which was enough to give Xuantianzong face.

Shu Huayan held his fan together, and when he opened the fan, the disciples lined up behind him opened the lavish gifts, and the ostentation was also very grand.

"Thank you." Jing Rong didn't pay much attention to Bian Tiantian's salute, as the young suzerain, he didn't need to salute to anyone.

"Young Sect Master, please don't be polite, please mourn." Shu Huayan put on airs rarely, and looked decent. In order to show his respect for Xuantianzong, he also replaced Hualan, who had always liked, and said Dressed in plain color.

Then came Yun Jing, Lin Wuduan and others who were in the south, Yun Jing staggered, "Senior brother?!"

"Junior Sister, Junior Brother." Jing Rong's tone was not high.

"I, I'm going to worship the suzerain first, brother, don't be too sad." Yun Jing cupped his hands and ran in plainly.

"Everything has its own time, it's just a day and night, a hundred years in the world, senior brother, my condolences." Lin Wuduan's tone was very light, his attitude was largely due to their Taoist thinking, following nature is the Tao, life and death The boundaries in their eyes are not so clear.

"I understand." Jing Rong answered him.

"Treasure the present, so as not to lose the world for thousands of years." Lin Wudu didn't intend to preach too much, and after saluting, he also entered the mourning hall to offer incense to Taoist Tianquan.

Jing Rong continued to welcome the important officials from the various aristocratic families and sects who arrived today, and no one praised him for his benevolence and filial piety.

But for seven days in a row, none of Jing Rong's direct disciples showed up, and the disciples of the Xuantian Sect didn't say anything, which doesn't mean that disciples of other aristocratic sects wouldn't talk about it below.

For example, when the families are sitting around and chatting, when there are more people, there will be more gossip.

"Hey, I said, why haven't we seen the shadow of Rongxie Daojun's personal disciple for so long."

"Could it be that you want to hide treasure?"

"What kind of treasure is hidden? There are still people in this world who can beat Taoist Rong Xie."

"That is, hiding clumsiness?"

"Could it be that his direct disciple has a bad relationship with his master and refuses to worship?"

Shu Huayan laughed very lightly, and poured himself a cup of tea.

His laughter was extremely soft, but it did not prevent the monks present from listening thoroughly. Some people glared at the source of the laughter, but stopped when they saw that it was Bie Bian Tian, ​​the number one intelligence force. Much more than their hearsay and wild guesses.

Following Shu Huayan's smile, the hall fell silent for a while, until someone couldn't help being curious, looked at Shu Huayan and asked: "Hey, Master Shumen, you see that the first disciple of Taoist Rongxie refused to sacrifice Worshiping the master, there is nothing strange."

"What's strange." Shu Huayan blinked, shaking the teacup in his hand, "It's just that a Qi training disciple can't enter the main hall, so there's nothing strange about it."

He said it easily, but most of the people all changed their expressions, "A Qi training disciple?!"

It is well known that Daoist Rong Xie has been a disciple for more than three years, and his apprentice is also too old and weak. Although monks are declining now, and there are many monks who have passed the weak crown and failed to build a foundation, but the disciples of the dignified Daojun are not as good as they are. With some elite disciples, this is going to be a joke.

"Is there any problem?" Shu Huayan narrowed his eyes with a smile. He glanced around the monks who were eager to try, and took a breath and said, "I don't want to ask questions, but I have to pay."

As soon as he said this, everyone immediately dismissed their thoughts. It is a consensus that the news of Biantiantian is so expensive, not to mention that they are now in the Xuantianzong realm. Rich.

Taoist Fuli stood outside the hall and listened in silence for a long time. Immediately after the Tianquan Taoist sacrifice was Jing Rong's succession ceremony. How many storms have been involved.

The date of Taoist Tianquan's burial has been fixed, Jing Rong's zodiac and his offenders cannot be buried, and only the brothers and sisters of Taoist Tianquan can come to lead the banner.

Jing Rong stood on the top of the mountain and watched the funeral procession. The paper money was scattered all the way and then scattered with the wind. As the only disciple of Taoist Tianquan, he couldn't send him this last journey because of his fate.

"Jingrong." Taoist Fuli walked up the mountain slowly, and he couldn't get away with Taoist Tianquan.

"Uncle Master." Jing Rong didn't turn his head, and never took his eyes off the funeral procession.

"If the uncle said that he doesn't want you to be the suzerain."

"Why?"

"Becoming the suzerain is not a good thing for you. Your apprentice is too old and weak to build a foundation, and you will only provoke criticism from the world."

"I have the honor to accept disciples, so why do I need others to make a fool of me?"

"But you are not just Jing Rong, you are the master of Xuantian Sect, the future leader of cultivating the world, and the world will never allow such a person with a mental insufficiency and a broken spirit vein!"

"You already know..." Jing Rong turned around.

"Who else doesn't know?" Taoist Fuli smiled sarcastically. He also persuaded Taoist Tianquan to relax about Jing Rong's acceptance of disciples, but now he has become a villain who dissuades him.

"He is my apprentice, uncle, no matter what, he is my apprentice." Jing Rong said a little flustered, but she was also very firm.

"Are you sure you want to be suzerain?" Taoist Fuli asked again.

"Yes." Jing Rongying, this is the master's will, and he will definitely fulfill it.

"Then you should get rid of him, he will only be a stumbling block on your suzerain road."

"He is my only apprentice!"