Chapter 506: Returning to the fairy bell

"Give me the clothes and filial piety of the mourning hall..." Qin Haoxuan asked in detail, Ye Yiming answered the head and said it was obviously ready for a long time.
Looking at Qin Haoxuan and Ye Yiming's methodical answer, Huang Long's teaching can not help but nodded - well, it is recovered a lot, not as lost as the original.
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"铛-铛-铛-"
The melodious and clear bells echoed in the clouds between the peaks of the peaks, and clearly passed to each mountain in the early days of the Taiyuan, which sounded eighteen times.
On the mountain where the four halls of Guyuntang, Xiayuntang, Baihuatang and Bizhutang are located, every young disciple who heard the music heard the bell and his face showed a different look.
In the early days of teaching, this bell is very special, but it is an odd clock created by the ice of the East China Sea. This clock is called "Guiyuan Bell", and only the people who have a certain status in the early days will die.
Different ringing rhythms and different numbers of bells represent different meanings. The 18th ring of the fairy bell is a very high honor in the early days of teaching. Only when the main character of the church is lost, will it ring the bell. And the bell rang, and many subtle messages in the bells were spread throughout the early teachings. What is the identity of the dead person, which on the top of the mountain, will be clearly heard by the heart.
Under the autumn sun, the ancient Yuntangtang master Gu Yunzi was originally preaching to the ancient Yuntangtang elite disciples under the high platform. He heard the bells outside Qingyue. He was as chubby as the merchant’s face, first wrinkled, and finally rare There was a trace of grief.
"It’s the scorpion of the nature hall. The gods are gone... Go check it out.

At the same time, the three lobby owners of Bizhutang, Baihuatang, Xiayuntang, etc. all made similar reactions with Gu Yunzi. A handful of flying swords, Rui Cai thousand, tearing the clouds, suddenly shot from one mountain; each flying sword, stepping on a fairy tree above the cultivation of the strong, invariably, to the mountain where the natural hall is located Fly over.
The natural hall is quiet, all the disciples are kneeling on the sides of the golden nanmu coffin in front of the church. Only Qin Haoxuan is wearing a filial piety, a plain white, calmly squatting in the position of the main sacrifice, leaving a few highly respected natural church teachers. Welcome guests outside.
The four lobby owners came to the hall in front and back and said that they were almost ‘sorrowful.’
Gu Yunzi first arrived, but the last one told Qin Haoxuan that the 'festival change', he just came to Lingtang mouth to look at the old man lying in the coffin, the heart is filled with embarrassment, this feeling... already a lot I have never had a heart in his heart. For the nature hall, for Qin Haoxuan, for the blind man...
Gu Yunzi stood so close, looking at the old man who used to, he suddenly felt that the blind man was really not easy these years, he suddenly felt... this is so peaceful in the coffin before the natural deity, like Extremely... like my own master! That's right! The master who went to the fairy!
The master of the year, the moment he left, is also so serene... He is a hard-working disciple of his own, a new ancient Yunzi! The ancient cloud hall will be carried forward! Like him, he will be peaceful to people... Don't bully or press anyone at the beginning... The sun in the sky is generally spleen.
I... How long have you not been to see the master and his old man? Gu Yunzi suddenly wanted to go to his master's grave, talk to Master and his old man, talk about his own suffering, talk about his own tiredness, and talk about what he has done in these years is really difficult, say that he has failed the teacher. Respect the expectations, talk about your own confession...
Then there were intermittent high-level disciples and elders arriving in succession in the Xianyun car. Although I have never experienced a funeral in the past, it is much better to see Qin Haoxuan, and I still barely support it. After a day and a night, the talents who come to condolence are gradually scarce.
The sky is getting brighter, and the white belly is turned out in the distance. A red sun is gaining momentum in the dark red thick clouds.
Huang Long’s teachings also have to leave. Before leaving, he will scream the red smelt.
"Qin Haoxuan has just just boarded the seat of the church after all, and there is no elder in the natural hall to live in the scene. During the funeral, you will stay here for a while and look at it."
Huang Long’s instructor carefully instructed the elders of the Red Refining Church to silently nod. In fact, Huang Long’s teaching does not say that the red refining son is also prepared to do so. Now Huang Long’s teaching is open, and it’s the middle of the red refining.
Waiting for the teacher to go, the red refining son will call Qin Haoxuan up.
"Your master must stay in the mourning hall for ten days. In these ten days, there are seven treasures of the glory in the mourning hall, which can keep the body from rot."
"And this time, the people at the main level of the church are dying, and other major sects will send people to come and mourn. You must hold on, and you have to give a sigh of relief to the natural hall." In the last sentence, it is not difficult to feel the bitterness of the red smelt.
Qin Haoxuan really wanted to give Chi refining a very good response, just... and finally only gave a very far-fetched smile.
Chi refining knows that this is already the best state of Qin Haoxuan, and he will not say anything more.
In the Xiuxian world, if there is a character at the main level of the church, there will be a person who will send a man to mourn. In fact, condolences are fakes. If you look at the truth, it is the main purpose to check the strength of this martial art. After all, in any sect, the cousin of a church is not the same, and will not let mediocrity inherit. Through the observation of the strength of the successor of the church, you can also know the rise and fall of the sect.
On the second day, outside the mountain where the natural hall was located, the vast nine-winged Fengzhou spurred a burst of glory, and Guanghua went straight into the sky, slowly entering the open space arranged in front of the natural hall. On the nine-winged phoenix boat with more than 20 feet long, several familiar figures of Qin Haoxuan were dropped.
Two of them, a slender Ana, such as the willows in the wind, swaying and colorful, dazzling; the other figure is petite and exquisite, stunned, like a flower that needs to be released, do not have a taste of green.
These two women are awesome, Shangguan Zi, who has not seen for a few years, and Shang Chenxue, the granddaughter of Dayuan’s Huiyang real person. These two women have been to the early education, a charming and affectionate, a lively and pleasant, left a deep impression on Qin Haoxuan. He even saved the life of Shangguan Zi, so that Shangguan Zi has always been impressed by him. The relationship between the two is quite subtle.
Seeing it again now, Shangguan Zi is obviously more than a former style, and he looks forward to swaying his body, his mouth with a smile, and his autumn-like eyes staring at Qin Haoxuan.
Shangchenxue is much taller than before. In the past, the chest was still flat like Sichuan. At this time, the waves were soaring, and the waves were undulating when walking, which was quite attractive.
"Qin Haoxuan Xiaoshishu!"
Shang Chenxue saw Qin Haoxuan at a glance, and the tight little face suddenly glowed with a bright smile. Just wanting to throw into Qin Haoxuan's arms, the little hand was pulled by Shangguan Zi, and quickly scratched her hand.
Shangguan Zi’s suggestion, Shang Chenxue seems to think of something, his face is slightly changed, his expression just flutters, his head rises and his abdomen, his lotus steps move lightly, and he shows the appearance of everyone, carefully following the Shangguan. Behind the purple.
The smell of the wind came. Shangguan purple green skirt is like a wave, the action room seems to be a wave of green tides, coupled with her beautiful and moving face, more beautiful and moving.
The two women first bowed in front of the mourning hall, saluting the old man in the ancient Shuli, and then came to the front of Qin Haoxuan.
"Qintang master, the festival is sorrowful." The sound is soft, just as warm and moving many years ago.
"Qintang master, festival mourning." Shang Chenxue, a formerly ridiculous little girl, actually knows things, followed by crisp words.
Qin Haoxuan glimpsed a little, listening to the word "owner", don't have a taste in his heart.
However, his gloomy mood, because the arrival of these two women, also followed a lot of clear. Some beautiful memories of the former three-person room rolled out of my mind.
"I am a disciple of the natural hall, thank you to the two sisters." Qin Haoxuan's mouth smirked a smile, and his manners were generous.
At this time, a red sun rose, and dazzling light fell on Qin Haoxuan's handsome and determined face, adding a bit of elegance. Shangguan Zi’s monk’s morning snow couldn’t help but see a glimpse of the confusion. I don't know how many days and nights, this heroic young Lang Jun appeared in a dream; for a long time, now I can see it again, it is still like the past.
The two women have never forgotten about Qin Haoxuan in the past few years. It is already a deep breed of love. Now it is goodbye, and all kinds of thoughts are entangled in my heart. It is a pity that in such a low-lying atmosphere, it is really inappropriate to say anything that is too hot.
The two women are thinking, and there are a few coughs behind them. Two middle-aged people of average height, one wearing a green robe and a gown wearing a big Yuanjiao, walked slowly and slowly.
At the sight of the two middle-aged people behind, Shangguan Zihe’s morning snow looked at him with a look of strange smiles on his face~EbookFREE.me~ Shang Chenxue spit out the tongue and spit in a hurry. Qin Haoxuan waved his hand. Qin Haoxuan smiled a little and nodded.
"The monk Wanzhang Cliff Qingmu Hall, the main public grandson, is dedicated to the life of the church, to hang the scorpion."
"The monks of the Great Yuan Dynasty taught Qing Yue, and they ordered the life of the teacher to mourn the old friends."
At this time, Gongsun Shou of Wanzhang Cliff and Qingyue of the Great Yuan Dynasty, a church owner and an elder, mourned to the coffin, and then came to Qin Haoxuan. Both of them are tall and tall, and they look at Qin Haoxuan at the top, and the pupils are flashing.
Qin Haoxuan had no contact with these two people, but he politely greeted a few words, but felt that the other side was using a less powerful to spy on himself.
Banmen axe! Qin Haoxuan's gods form a barrier in the body, and the two people's gods have just entered the body and it is difficult to get half a inch, just like an ant slamming into the mountains.
How can this be? The two people looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
Qin Haoxuan saw that the two did not accept the gods, but also wanted to continue to explore. Immediately, the slight frowning made the gods suddenly shocked. The two men went back and forth several times, and their faces were somewhat white, and they were almost injurious, and they looked at Qin Haoxuan with suspicion. This should be the new innate nature of the early days.
In ten days, with a batch of foreign teachers who came to the natural hall to pay homage to the death of the scorpion, Qin Haoxuan began to adapt, and entered the state of this natural hall, the behavior is calm, but also smooth and transparent. In addition, there is an old expert in the red refining, and Qin Haoxuan did not make any mistakes.
These performances fall into the eyes of foreign teachers who want to come to explore the details of the early teachings. Of course, they knew that Nature Hall was the weakest in the early days of teaching. I didn’t expect even this class to behave so properly, let alone other churches.