Chapter 1133 Autopsy

Yang Jiujiu and Ouyang Caiyu were standing in the heavy snow. Both of them were wearing white clothes, and the hairpins on their heads were also taken off. They looked very simple, but this definitely did not affect the two of them as wealthy people. The essence of the body is covered with two identical white clothes without a single hair.

A large feather cloak with pure white mink velvet around the neck.

The soft hair let the snowflakes fall on it, sliding down as gently as mercury. Not a single snowflake fell on their mink velvet scarves and fur cloaks.

Just for this set of clothes, one can never get away with it without one or twenty thousand taels of silver.

Ouyang Caiyu said: "I heard that only Senior Sister Ning Xiangruo came back from Northern Xinjiang this time. Your Senior Brother and Fairy Yun did not come back."

Yang Jiu nodded and said: "It seems that there is something delayed."

Ouyang Caiyu said: "It doesn't matter whether your senior brother comes back or not, but this Fairy Yun is a junior disciple of Senior Jingshui, so you have to let go of big things. Doesn't Fairy Yun have any master-disciple relationship? This matter If the news spreads, it will inevitably have an impact on her reputation." At this time, Chang Xiaoman suddenly came over and said, "You two little girls, don't talk nonsense. Wuji has already sent me news about Uncle Jingshui. Junior Sister Yun still doesn’t know, and I don’t blame her. Besides, Junior Sister Yun has the lowest seniority in Yuanshui Xiaozhu, and is only the youngest disciple.

Now, it doesn't matter whether she comes back or not, as long as Senior Sister Ning comes back. "

After being reprimanded by Chang Xiaoman, Yang Jiujiu and Ouyang Caiyu both stuck out their tongues and did not dare to murmur about this matter.

The heavy snowflakes are flying continuously, making it difficult to see further, just like everyone's heart is now so depressed that it is uncomfortable.

Suddenly, the white world in front of him seemed to be torn apart by a pair of big hands, and several streams of light rushed in front of the main peak of Cangyun Sect, Samsara Peak, without any warning.

Chang Xiaoman squinted his eyes and said, "It's Wuji and the others who are back."

The three of them walked towards Yuanshui Xiaozhu. Gradually, more and more people were walking towards Yuanshui Xiaozhu. When Sun Yao and Meihezi came out of the Discipline Academy, they happened to see Chang Xiaoman and Yang. Nineteen had no good impression of Sun Yao, so he just nodded slightly and passed by.

Meihezi watched the three people leave with a smile. After the three people turned onto the road to Yuanshui Xiaozhu, Meihezi's smile faded instantly.

She said: "This Yang Jiu is getting more and more outrageous. Relying on his high talent, he no longer puts others in his eyes." Sun Yao glanced at her and said calmly: "There are some things, don't be blind." It's best to keep a low profile these days. The way Ouyang Caiyu looked at you just now was full of hostility. It's no wonder that Julong Peak is only a hundred miles away from Langya Mountain, and your Five Elements Sect has already started on Julong Peak. There is a lot of construction work. In the recent period, people from Jinlong Temple, Langya Immortal Sect, Laojun Temple and other sects will definitely cause trouble for your Five Elements Sect. Don’t blame me for not warning you. Tell Yamashita Zhishu not to conflict with those sects in Bazhong, Xiangxi. , your Five Elements Sect can call upon the wind on the four islands of Fusang.

Rain, when it comes to Middle-earth, it is still a human being with its tail between its legs. Whether it is Langya Immortal Sect or Jinlong Temple, it is not something that your Five Elements Sect can offend now. "

Meihezi nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, husband, for reminding me. I think my brother knows how to handle the relationship with these sects."

Sun Yao asked Meihezi to tidy up his clothes and said, "Ning Xiangruo is back, let's go to Yuanshui Xiaozhu to have a look."

Ning Xiangruo was holding a four-foot bamboo joint, wearing linen clothes, a plain crown on her head, and a white silk ribbon around her waist. Under the gaze of Yang Shijiu and Ouyang Caiyu, she landed on the bluestone path outside Yuanshui Xiaozhu.

The snow on the path had been cleared away, and the smooth stone slabs were only wet with water from the newly fallen snow. Several Cangyun elders were already standing on the inside of the fence gate.

Ning Xiangruo's face was very pale and her expression was very haggard, as was Zhao Wuji and others. After all, they had traveled more than 50,000 miles in seven days with almost no rest. It was absolutely impossible to say that they were not tired.

Ning Xiangruo held a mourning stick and knelt on the bluestone path. Her tears couldn't stop flowing down and she sobbed: "Master, the unfilial disciple is back."

As he spoke, his knees slowly moved forward.

Master Jingxuan stepped forward to help him up, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "Senior nephew Ning, people cannot be resurrected after death, so please show your condolences."

Suddenly, she whispered in Ning Xiangruo's ear with a very slight voice: "Autopsy."

Ning Xiangruo looked up in shock, only to see Master Jingxuan's face filled with sadness, as if she had misheard the words "autopsy" just now.

Soon, Ning Xiangruo realized that she must have heard wrongly, or it was what Uncle Jingxuan said.

She stood up, took three steps, then knelt down again.

Taoist Chiyan stepped forward to help him.

The leader, Yu Jizi, was the third person to help Ning Xiangruo up, and was also the last person.

Take three steps, kneel three times, cry three times.

This is what people returning from a funeral abroad must do.

When they entered the gate of the fence courtyard, there were no more helpers. Two female disciples from Yuanshui Xiaozhu wiped away their tears and put a sackcloth on Ning Xiangruo, who was crying and couldn't help herself. Ning Xiangruo knelt down and went to the mourning hall. Move away bit by bit.

A few dozen feet away, Ning Xiangruo fainted from crying three times. This was a real faint, not a fake. The surrounding Cangyun Sect disciples and the disciples sent to express condolences could not help but burst into tears.

The drunk Taoist was always in tears. Ning Xiangruo was the most filial person he had watched since childhood. Now that Master Jingshui has passed away, it is a big blow to Ning Xiangruo.

Seeing the tears on his master's face, Yang Shijiu walked over and silently handed him a handkerchief.

He whispered: "Master, don't be too sad, it's not good for your health."

After wiping his tears, the drunk Taoist said: "Master is fine, just a little sad for the old friend. You and Caiyu don't have to stay here, there are too many people here, you should go back first, since your senior sister Ning is back, there is no need for so many people here."

Ning Xiangruo finally knelt and entered the mourning hall, and her heart-wrenching cries echoed in the Yuanshui cottage.

Not only Ning Xiangruo was crying, but Yang Liudi and other female disciples were also crying.

About an hour later, Jingxuan and Ban Zhushui entered the mourning hall. Jingxuan said, "Nephew Ning, your master has passed away eight days ago. Since you are back, you should cleanse your master's body and put it in the coffin. The dead are the most important, and they should be buried as soon as possible." Ning Xiangruo said softly, "Thank you, Uncle Jingxuan. I don't believe that it has only been a few months, and our master has passed away. I know our master's cultivation very well. It is definitely not a problem for him to live another thirty years. As our master's eldest disciple, I must find out why our master passed away so suddenly."