Fan Xiaodao said, "You can do it. Act in your true colors!"

"Get out of here!"

…

The next day.

Early in the morning, many people from the martial arts community came to Yizhuang one after another. After all, the Diancang sect is one of the eight sects. The leader is dead, but the foundation is still there. Now all the sects are gathered in the capital. If they don't come,

It would be unreasonable to show his face and spread the news to the world.

Since the funeral was held out of town, the funeral ceremony was kept simple.

We didn't invite a troupe, we didn't ask a Dharma master to give us salvation, everything that needed to be saved was omitted, but there were some things that we couldn't omit, such as the table at the entrance, a piece of white paper, two groomsmen, and someone to sing and drink.

"Jiangnan Bamboo Federation, mourning silver ten taels!"

"Gansu caravan, five taels of mourning silver!"

"Headmaster Liu of Kongtong Sect, fifty taels of mourning silver!"
Chapter completed!