In the hands of Luo Wei, nine songs of cold light throbbing, a figure swept by, a sword of cold light cut through the sky.

The black spear was cut off.

Yang Qian's body is no longer alive.

The trembling hands, holding the old man so thin only the bone of the body, tears rushing like a spring.

“The old man!”

Yang Feng fell on his knees in front of the old man's body and cried.

“You’re not invincible, you’re not particularly dead!”

The war was won, but no one cheered.

Silence, silence, silence.

The dead silence.

Everyone lowered their heads.

The wind was heavy, and the rain was heavy.

How many people’s eyes are soaked, how many people’s eyes are there?How many people’s clothes are wet?

The old man,

When I don't understand,

You trained me with sticks,

The pain in his body was already blurred.

You get up, hit me with a stick!

He broke his eyes, and he wet his heart.

The only remaining wisps of the soul, not burned, drifted out from Yang Qiankun's body.

Yang Rui tremblingly took this wisp of remnant to the soul, and his heart was dripping with blood.

He has never been well-respected,

He didn’t even have time to look at his grandchildren.

However,

There is no.

“Send the old man!”

“Send the old man!”

“Oh, well, go!”

The sound of the sky.

When the trumpet of war victory is ringing in all corners of the world today, people cheer loudly, but the heart is extremely heavy, and the cost of this victory is too great.

Yang Rui picked up Yang Qiankun's body and lost his soul.

"Old man, let's go back."He went from the underworld to the sun, to the land where he had been born.

Countless strong people, behind him, spontaneously sent Yang Qiankun away.

Yang Jiagou, like isolation from the world, the outside world experienced a doomsday war, but here is not, they do not even know what happened to the outside world.

When Yang Rui held the old man's body, returned to Yangjiagou, and returned to the yellow slab broke the earth and yellow temple, all the villagers were crying.

"This dead old man, leaving Yangjiagou for so many years without a little news, now it's good, you really died outside!"Naiva, her mother, was crying.

“Old ghost, I’ve been hiding wine under this bed for so many years, just waiting for you to come back and drink, oh, who would have thought... alas!”The mayor is lost.

Ten miles and eight townships, the most famous Taoist, the one who did not know how many good things for the ten-mile eight townships, went away like this, for many years, but it was his death.

Many villagers are silent and sad.

“Grandfather.”They arrived, and the two guys jumped into Yang Rui’s arms and sobbed.

Yang Qiankun, after the fall of the mountain, he spent a while in the military district, not a long time, but quite happy.

“Yang Rui.”

Looking at the empty and godless Yang Rui in both eyes, one by one and Fifi very painful, such an ending, no one expected.

"The old man likes to be quiet, and I want to be here and give him a funeral."Yang Rui reluctantly squeezed out a smile.

The yellow plate is broken, and this old man and their brothers have stayed in the place for the longest time, with their most precious memories.

The string of the roof is the favorite place for the old man to stay, often sitting there drinking sulking wine and remembering when he was young.

In the summer, the roof cooled in the middle of the night, and the three people sat on the top and talked about the sky.

The memories of that time are in sight.

The old man's funeral was done peacefully.

Buried in the back of the yellow slate broke the earthen temple, leaning on Grandma.

That’s what he said a long time ago.

On the day of the funeral, many people came, the villagers in the ten-ri-eight townships, and monks from all walks of life in the East and the West, came spontaneously, and Yang Rui did not let them approach, because the old man liked to be quiet.

His former comrades-in-arms, have grown old, spent a long time on the yellowboard, in front of his tombstone, said a lot of past things.

The anger against the old man was always relatively, but it was the one who cried the most on that day.

Grandpa, Sohe broke a cabin on the yellowboard, and wanted to stay here for a while to accompany his old friends.

The disciples came to worship one after another, and the elders, lamented and sighed.

The kings came, all came to worship, and the creatures from all walks of life continued to worship, which made the original isolation from the world, and after the funeral of Yang Qiankun, the ten miles and eight townships that had been silent for a long time, and the human voice was boiling.

Many people know very well what the old man has done in the past few years.

The king of hell, who is in charge of life and death in yin and yang, the Tibetan king who suppresses the purgatory of the earth, and the immovable Hades of the town guarding the eastern border have all come.

The king of the earth came, and the former king of the king kept his promise with the old man.

“I have never admired anyone in my life, this old man is the only one!”He looked at Yang Rui’s eyes and was furious.

The stone in the Weiyun was never bright again.

Yang Rui, in Yangjiagou for three years, Yang Meng, Naiva, four children and other brothers, also spent three years in Yangjiagou.

The boss, after the funeral of the old man, left again, and in the past three years, there have been news of his war everywhere, calming the dark news.

All the potential threats, removed by him little by little, broke the name of Hehewei in the underworld and the sun.

At the same time, three years later, his realm was slowly improving in the battle.

And these three years, the name of Yang Qiankun has become a belief in all over the world, even in the western countries, Yang Qiankun's name, women and children are well known.

It is even considered a god by small countries and small races.

Azeroth, surrounded by the god of light, believes in the god of light, and has never believed in another faith, but now, Yang Qiankun has gradually become another belief outside the god of light.

All over the world, they are casting statures and burrowings.

Underworld, after the sealing of the Heavenly King, the Earth King also temporarily withdrew from the throne, managed by the second son Qin Hui, claiming to fulfill the promise of Yang Qiankun, and went to see the world in the way he said.

The Hades has also gone, and now there are two fewer masters in the underworld, plus the throne of the king who has been vacant, all is waiting for the birth of the new king.

Yan Wang came forward and wanted to invite Yang Rui to the underworld to guard a field and help manage the underworld, and Yang Rui refused with a smile.

He likes to be uninhibited, and if he does not have to, he will not embark on the journey.

"My big brother Yang Zhiqiang, wisdom is not under me, strength is above me, Lord of hell, please ask him!"

Yan Wang laughed bitterly, "We have already invited him, and his answer is almost the same as you, he seems to be looking for something, these years to fight in various areas, cultivation is also very crazy."Yang Rui frowned, what the boss was doing, he knew.

To help the old man to complete the unfinished business, in the name of the ferryman, calm this chaos of the world.

"The things of the underworld, the Lord of hell will work more, although I can't worry with the adults, but I can recommend two people to help adults solve their problems!"The wisdom of these two men is even above me.”

(End of this chapter)