Hundreds of miles away on Longhu Mountain, the atmosphere in the mourning hall became a little solid. Many eyes, with various emotions, looked at the old man with a long back who had jumped in line in front of the coffin.

His appearance was terrifying.

Suddenly, he appeared in the field of vision of many spiritual consciousnesses, like a ghost. Behind him, the minister of a certain country who was supposed to come forward to pay homage in order, was just slightly distracted, and an old hunchback appeared in front of him.

Isn’t it his turn?

Did he remember it wrong or something happened?

The foreign minister paused hesitantly. He wanted to wait for the man to finish paying his respects first, but he didn't expect that many eyes from all around him gathered together, so neatly that it made people's scalp numb.

what's the situation……

When he was at a loss, the Qi practitioners in the hall who were at the peak of human martial arts were looking at the old man in silence and solemnity. Only they understood what this ghostly appearance meant.

The live broadcast camera has already been deflected away from him.

Those responsible for the security work in the peripheral area were stopped by several people at the door just as they wanted to come in and deal with it, and they slowly shook their heads at them.

The old man didn't care about everything that happened above. He held a bouquet of wild chrysanthemums picked from somewhere in his hand and slowly placed it on the coffin - this action was beyond the rules, because everyone else's sacrifices The flowers were always placed in front of the coffin, and no one dared to be like him.

These four words, Taixuan Zhenren, carry too much weight.

Although it cannot be said that this era would not have existed without him, he has opened the curtain of the new century and opened up the future with his own hands. No one can deny this even if you look around the world.

At present, this memorial service is being broadcast live in more than a hundred countries around the world, and there are memorial movements in major cities. The words of Lao Daokui before his death have affected not only Daxia.

He has even become a monument to the human race.

The old man was so 'reckless' that he placed the sacrificial flowers on the coffin and covered the remains of Taixuan Master under the transparent glass. This behavior ignited the anger of some people at the scene.

It's just that the people who came here were not people with no city power. Many people looked at the three masters of Shangqing, Yuqing and Taiqing who were present, but saw that they showed no expressions to this action, as if they were He acquiesced to the old man's behavior.

"Sorry, everyone."

The old man seemed to sense the dissatisfaction of some people. After placing the flowers, he turned to face them and said softly: "This guy loves beauty, but now he has become as old as me. He never wants to be seen like this."

"..."

Everyone was stunned, and then they saw Yuqing. Headmaster Taiqing nodded slightly to the old man. Seeing this situation, many big shots could only remain silent.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember your original promise?"

The headmaster of Shangqing, who had just become independent from Taiqing Yuqing, suddenly broke the calm atmosphere in the hall: "My Shangqing token has been left in your hands, almost a hundred years ago!"

"..."

You could hear a pin drop in the hall for a while.

The live broadcast camera had already moved to the foot of Longhu Mountain. Among the people from all over the country who had come to pay homage early in the morning, the host who received the notice was very impressive and edited the script on the spot. There was no mistake at all.

"Of course I remember."

In the solid atmosphere, the hunchbacked old man in linen clothes was not affected by the attitude of Shangqing Headmaster at all. He still said with a smile: "At the end of the year, if I can't choose a successor, the token should be returned to the Wudang Golden Palace."

Said,

He looked around the crowd and saw a few familiar faces, with a somewhat inexplicable tone in his voice: "After all, you should know that I, the monster, keep my promises the most."

"..."

The atmosphere in the scene was tense. Some of those who caught his eye had no fear on their faces, while others opened their eyes unnaturally.

"I hope your Majesty will do what he says."

Master Shangqing said no more words and closed his eyes after finishing speaking.

"Then the old man won't bother you."

After taking another look at the coffin and calming down some of the turmoil in his heart, the old man was about to leave when a young girl appeared in the crowd. After walking up to him, she lowered her head and took out a note from her pocket.

"Xuanwu?"

She raised her head and asked, her tone very calm.

"..."

The old man looked at that face, nodded for a moment and said with a smile: "Little Heavenly Official, long time no see."

"Um."

The girl nodded and reached for her sword.

"Wait a minute!"

The old man was no longer calm and stretched out his hand to stop him: "Old man, I came here with my spiritual consciousness. What are you doing with your sword drawn? Is that what Niubi ordered you before he died?"

"..."

The girl said nothing and kept her sword drawn posture.

"Ahem, Uncle Master." Headmaster Yuqing couldn't help but advise: "It's not appropriate to use weapons in the Master's mourning hall, forget it."

Hearing this, the girl took back her hand and saw that the headmaster Shangqing next to her was very sad. Why didn't you chop it off? It would be great if you chop it off!

"Yes, I'm already quite old."

Seeing that she didn't draw the magic sword, the old man, who had never been afraid in the mountains or outside, breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked at her with a smile and asked in an elder's tone: "If I remember correctly, you are... about thirteen years old this year.

Bar?"

The girl nodded after hearing this.

"Have you gone to school?"

The girl shook her head.

"Oh, it's impossible not to go to school at such a young age." The old man looked at her regretfully and suggested: "She is too old to go to elementary school and can't follow the classes in junior high school. I remember that the University of Science and Technology of China in Luyang has a juvenile class, so why not...

"

"Your Majesty!"

The good-tempered Headmaster Yuqing couldn't help it anymore: "We will consider the studies of my junior uncle. If you have finished paying homage, please leave. There are already people on the Internet reacting to the camera's long absence from the mourning hall."

The abacus was played too loudly,

The beads are falling on other people's faces, and they start to cry out in pain. If it were the person in the coffin who got up, he would probably be able to sell the person in a smooth manner.

His talent in this area can only be slightly matched by the fox he brought up, which is really a pity...

"It's time to let her into the world."

After the old man finished speaking and posted this article, he glanced at the crowd again, and soon found the middle-aged man in a suit with a calm face, who had been standing in the crowd very low-key from the beginning.

Oh, after all, we have entered the palace.

With just one glance, he didn't show any emotion, nor did he leave many traces. He quickly looked around and his figure gradually faded away.

After the old man left,

Everyone in the mourning hall suddenly felt relaxed and happy. Only the girl with the sword on her back looked in the direction he had just gone.

crowd,

The middle-aged man smiled politely at her and then hid himself.

At the rescue center hundreds of kilometers away, Kang An felt worried when he saw that the camera finally moved back to the mourning hall, but the old man was nowhere to be seen, so he hurriedly finished eating and found an opportunity to pull the doctor back to the room.

Don't think too much, he just wants to borrow a mobile phone.
Chapter completed!