(ps: The last paragraph of yesterday's chapter was slightly modified. I couldn't read it after refreshing. I posted it in the book review area)

The two envoys widened their eyes and shouted: Dead?

Senior Brother Meng nodded sadly. I knew this was unfortunate news, but it was an undisputed fact.

He asked, "Why did he die?"

Senior Brother Meng sighed, he died of dysfunction.

Yituo Mao said loudly, "Do you think we are idiots?" I have never heard of Jian Mi who died of childbirth when I grew up so old."

Senior Brother Meng said coldly, you saw Jiansheng Xiaojian yesterday. Today, I saw Jian die of childbirth. What's so strange about it?

The two were speechless.

Senior Brother Meng said that the leader of Murong League Qianqiu had great achievements. Although Cangjian Villa had the will to help, they were helpless. I will prepare a brief gift and ask the two special envoys to go back and explain to Murong League Master.

A bunch of Mao came on order, how could he agree? So he said, since Master Meng said that Bai Jian was dead, I don’t know where the mourning hall was? The two of us brothers thought of raising an incense stick in front of the hall.

Senior Brother Meng said that this morning, we set up a mourning hall in Baijian Pavilion. Since the two envoys are interested, please move to the backyard.

I felt funny. The elder brother was too unexpected in his work, so he took two steps to come to him and asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother, what are you doing?" Senior Brother Meng glanced at me and showed a meaningful smile.

The four of them came to Baijian Pavilion and saw dozens of disciples of the Cancel Sword Villa wearing white silk, high-end spiritual platform, white banners, and a huge coffin inside the Jian Pavilion, making them look decent.

Walking forward, there was a monk with red robe and blue eyes, who led a dozen monks to sing the "Sutra of the Original Vows and Merits of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" in Sanskrit. A bunch of hair asked, why did he even invite a monk?

Senior Brother Meng said, foreign monks can recite scriptures.

Further inside, there is a foreign missionary in priest suit who preached in awkward Central Plains language. Dear friends, I know you are very sad, but since God summoned the Dolan sword back, it is because the heaven where God is in needs it... When the sun rises tomorrow, we still live with a smile... God loves the world. Good virtue will not come to die!

Yituo Mao frowned and asked, what's going on?

Senior Brother Meng said that the 30th place in Xiaosheng’s Hundred Swords, Dolan’s Blade, was picked up by my great-grandfather in the holy city of Jerusalem, and we held a funeral for him according to the customs there.

Yituo nodded and continued to walk in. He entered the Baijian Pavilion. The sound of suona and gongs started to hit. A dozen middle-aged aunts hugged the scabbard and cried loudly. I'm a godmother, why are you so cruel? Take our baby away? How can you let us live in the future!

The voice was enough, but the level of grief was not enough. Senior Brother Meng whispered to the butler and cried loudly and gave more money. The butler even said to the leader of the mourning team. Not long after, the crying sounded and the earth moved, and tears flowed down.

I secretly praised these people for their good acting skills and are worthy of being from a professional mourning team.

A bunch of hair and crooked neck came in. When Cooked neck saw this, his eyes turned red and wiped his tears. A bunch of hair cursed, "Why are you crying?"

He wiping tears while sniffing his nose, saying, "This scent of elegance is so slim and eye-catching."

Senior Brother Meng said, let’s stop here, and it will be inappropriate to go in.

Yituo Mao said, That's not OK, my brothers and I want to go on incense before leaving. Senior Brother Meng even turned sideways and came to a tea table. There were two accounting rooms, an old man, and a white box was placed next to it.

I smiled, walked over, said, "I was so sad and reciprocating." I took out twenty taels of silver from my arms and handed it over. A servant sang and received twenty taels of silver from Qin Sanguan and the hero Qin! I nodded slightly and walked in.

Looking back at the two special envoys, they stood in front of the gift platform, either moving in or retreating, and their faces were extremely embarrassing. Senior Brother Meng said that the two people who came from afar were distinguished guests, and they just had the intention to do so, and there was no need to follow the members. As for the matter of following the local customs, I don’t think it is necessary to abide by it.

Yi Tuo Mao smiled awkwardly and nodded and said: Yes, now the court advocates breaking the four old things, changing customs and promoting new styles, holding new marriages and simple funerals. There are so many red tapes, not only wasting manpower and material resources, but also causing burdens on people.

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng You came to the spirit platform, took out five taels of silver, and said sadly, "The little white dragon sword I gave me will be with five taels of silver."

I went over and picked Meng You up and said that Meng You was so obedient. I turned around and said to Senior Brother Meng, "Senior Brother, in my opinion, quality education must be taken from the baby." While speaking, I glanced at the two special envoys.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) The two gritted their teeth, took out ten taels of silver from their arms, and handed it over.

I smiled and said, this is the way to be a guest. Xiao Mengyou, this one is Erbaisan, this one is Erbaisqi. How should your father teach you to meet your elders?

Xiao Mengyou struggled and jumped out of my arms, came to the two of them, bowed and said, "I have seen two old men!" A bunch of hair and crooked neck looked a little ugly, but Mengyou was a child, and he couldn't even get angry."

Xiao Mengyou thought for a while and asked me, "Uncle Sanguan, Uncle Erbaisan and Uncle Erbaisqi, what is the average number? I said that I have to ask you the math teacher."

A tuft of hair and a crooked neck were so angry that it was smoking.

When entering the inner hall, Senior Brother Meng sent three incense sticks to the two, saying that the funeral at home today, the two special envoys came to pay their respects. They were very grateful, but the hundred swords in the family have passed away. As the saying goes, it is safe to be buried, and the dead are the most important. Let’s burn incense here.

A tuft of hair shook his head, and I bought all the tickets for five taels of silver each. You just let me see this?

So what do you mean?

Huo Neck said, "We want to open the coffin to see if the hundred swords are really dead." After a pause, he continued, "I have never seen a sword that has died of dysfunction.

Senior Brother Meng hesitated and said, isn’t this good?

Yibu Mao said, "Does the owner of Meng Zhuang have a ghost in his heart and dare not open it for us to show it?" Since we are here, if we don't see it with our own eyes, how can we explain to the leader when we go back to Murong Villa in the future?

Senior Brother Meng thought about it and said, "You two should be careful. These hundred swords have spirituality. If you annoy the sword spirit and get infected with your body, it will probably be difficult to deal with it."

Huo Neck said, are we so superstitious? I'll do it first! As he said that, he walked to the coffin and opened the lid of the coffin, a smell of sulfur came out, and Huo Neck immediately burst into tears.

I smiled and said, "Isn't this the coffin crying?"

A tuft of hair said, "Look at your blockage, so unpromising," and walked over as he said. He only took a look. A gust of wind blew, and a black shadow suddenly appeared. A tuft of hair shivered and knelt on the ground.

He said, "My eyes can't see."

A bunch of hair was giggling on the ground, then started to cry again, danced and shouted to look for dad, holding Senior Brother Meng, asking, Barbie, can you sing the little star?

Senior Brother Meng sneered, reminding you not to watch it randomly.

The two special envoys were crazy and blind, and were sent back to Jinling by Senior Brother Meng.

I asked my senior brother if he was afraid that Murong Baiyun would come to attack the army and ask for punishment?

Senior Brother Meng said sternly that although Zangjian Villa is not a four-family family or ten sects, it is not a dough that can be kneaded in the world. I am afraid that they will not be able to do it? Moreover, Murong Old Fox is not ignorant of the relationship between Zangjian Villa and his master. He sent two idiots to come, and it was also a sign of temptation.

I wondered: Test?

Although Zangjian Villa recognized the position of leader of the Wulin Conference and Murong Baiyun, it was only limited to recognition. I never took the ban, sanctions, and proposals issued by the Wulin Conference. Last year, Murong Baiyun merged the Tang Sect and began to deal with the Manichi religion. Last year, he issued several secret orders, requiring all sects under his jurisdiction to conduct comprehensive monitoring of the Manichi business. He also sent people to Zangjian Villa to check the implementation of the system, but I was served by the sword formation and drove them out.

I nodded, thinking that the world is so big that Murong Villa can't take all the strength into consideration. The method they took was to find obedient allies in major areas, support them, and firmly control them, so as to build organizations with extremely loose coupling, and then use trade exchanges and interest transfer to tie them into a trenches, so that they can prosper and lose together.

Manichaeism adopted completely different development strategies. They are foreign sects and are relatively xenophobic. They develop the believers through ideas and beliefs, and brainwash their believers with doctrines of light and darkness. They have established branches in various places, gradually becoming a national organization.

After entering the Jianghuai area, I encountered several conflicts between the demon sects and the upright martial arts sects. Compared with various sects, these demon sects are more united, have higher recognition, and have extremely strong combat power.

After Murong Villa launched the slogan "Strike the Demon Sect and build a harmonious martial arts world together", major sects in the world responded one after another. Most of the famous ones in the world sent outstanding disciples from the sect to participate in the siege.

The Manichaeism is not to be outdone. After they took control of Xiaosheng, they launched the "Defend the Holy Sect" activity on Xiaosheng's River. The disciples of the Demon Sect from the Eighteen Roads of the World also rushed to Putuo Mountain to try to get along with them.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) The battle to the death of the martial arts world is called the right way to fight.

In this way, a great war is inevitable. Thinking of this, I can't help but worry about Ji Junbi's safety.

Senior Brother Meng saw that I was tranced and asked, "What are you thinking?"

I said that the world's sects jointly attacked the Demon Sect, who do you think has a higher chance of winning?

Senior Brother Meng thought for a moment, but it was hard to say. Although the major sects attacked the Demon Sect, except for Murong Villa and a few sects, most of them were younger generation disciples, and many sects were just doing things. In fact, what they were thinking about was the treasure of the secret palace. If they really fought, they might not be able to do their best.

The Demon Sect has four deputy leaders, two great venerables, the left and right guardians, and the four kings. They are all first-class and quasi-first-class masters, not to mention the Demon Lord Ji Han, who is the head but not the tail. In terms of personal combat power, he is far above those "righteous" people.

I said that according to my senior brother's words, the Demon Church is better?

Senior Brother Meng said that this battle involves the Secret Palace. Who knows which old monsters who have been hiding in the world for many years have become interested in the Sun Pill? After all, that is the treasure of Old Man Tianji.

Zhao Lingxiao, Wu Mochou, Xiang Nanji, and the half-destroyed Wuming, who is the fuel-efficient lamp? Moreover, there is Langya Pavilion, which was originally created by the disciples of the old man Tianji. If the treasures of the ancestors appear in the world, will they sit idly by?

I remembered that last year, Mai Yumu was ordered to travel around the world and find the treasure of the Secret Palace. I am afraid that this time the Secret Palace is opened, Langya Pavilion must be determined to win.

The two of them talked about this battle between the good and the demons in their study, and used sand tables to deduce the winner and lose of the battle. It is really hard to calculate the winner and lose, but it is difficult to determine the winner and lose.

At this time, the housekeeper came to report that the master and the eldest lady were back. As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Huan rushed in in a hurry, hugged Senior Brother Meng and kissed him, Dad, I'm back!

I saw me in a blink of an eye and said in surprise, when did the uncle come?

I looked at Meng Huan. This little girl is much taller than two years ago. She is quite handsome. She is just careless in her words, without the twistedness of an ordinary woman. In addition, she has been managing the business of Zangjian Villa for many years and is more outgoing, but she looks more like a man.

I said I've been here for a few days.

Meng You walked aside and Uncle Sanguan bought me a gift. Does my sister have any gifts?

Meng Huan took out an ivory box from his arms and said that this was a piece of Hetian jade I bought when I passed by the ancient town of Huishan, Wuxi two days ago. You see, this is a sutra pull and pull, washing and drying, tearing and kicking.

Meng You took it and took a bite. It was crispy. Sister, why is it sweet?

Meng Huan laughed and said, "It's delicious."

tasty.

If it tastes good, eat more.

Meng You looked at the ivory box, with a few words written on the back. After reading it for a long time, he chanted hard: Yufang, the ancient town? Meng Huan said right, I gave this ivory box to you.

Senior Brother Meng said, how old he is, he doesn’t even look like a sister.

Meng Huan looked at Senior Brother Meng and said, Dad, guess what business I have done this time?

Senior Brother Meng said, no matter how big the business you have, it is better to get a boyfriend back to make me happy.

Meng Huan said that those stinky men were good at. When they saw me one by one, they were buzzing like bees, and they were talking sweetly, and they were just fond of the name of Zangjian Villa, but also money. Do you think that, uncle?

What I said made me unable to continue.

Meng Huan said that it was a default.

I said it was not the case. If you are interested, you might as well disguise yourself and go to the world. Maybe you will gain something? Meng Huan said disdainfully, I earn more than 100,000 taels of silver in the villa every year. I am very busy with work. Who is so idle that you can do these boring actions. Childish!

Sorry, I can't continue talking to you.

Meng Huan turned to Senior Brother Meng and said, Dad, this time I went to Shandong, I won a large order of 180,000 taels from the Qi Palace. We are going to be busy this year!

Senior Brother Meng asked, what order?

Meng Huan picked up a cup of tea on the table, regardless of who it was, drank it in one gulp, burped, took out a contract and handed it to Senior Brother Meng, and said: 100,000 arrow clusters, 10,000 bows, 3,000 saddles, spears, and 50,000 swords each, totaling 180,000 taels. I calculated it briefly and took out the cost, operation and public relations expenses, and we could make a net profit of 70,000 to 80,000 taels.

Senior Brother Meng slapped the table and shouted loudly: Nonsense!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!