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But Xu Xiangqian led the coffin up the mountain, but encountered an unexpected situation.

Ganma Mountain is a not very high cemetery.

There is only one road up the mountain, which is not too narrow, but it cannot accommodate two coffins in parallel.

When Xu Fang's coffin went up the mountain, he met a family who went down the mountain after the funeral.

This wave is much larger.

Those holding white flags, carrying filial lamps, holding incense pavilions, playing suona and playing music... the coffin has already been buried in the ground, and I haven't seen it yet.

The coffin bearers walked together with the relatives and friends of the funeral. There were forty or fifty people in a mighty way, and they should be a wealthy family.

Xu Xianggan held two paper figurines in each hand in the middle of the road. In contrast, You Qi looked a little lonely.

"A ferocious and ferocious trailblazer, carrying a golden ax on his shoulders. Suddenly, he is a dangerous Taoist god, holding a silver weapon."

He shouted: "Give way, let it go!"

This is not rude, but the meaning of the funeral.

Ghosts are also gods, and danger is also manifest. The ghosts who open the way and the gods who lead the way are actually the gods who open the way and the gods who show the way. They walk in the forefront of the funeral procession and are responsible for guiding and expelling ghosts.

These two gods do have their respect, and they are confirmed and sacrificed in the rituals recognized by the human race in this world. They belong to the relatively orthodox existence in the Shinto.

From the perspective of priesthood alone, they are not stronger than Bone God.

Of course, here, the burial to clear the way is only in the name of the two gods, and it is not really able to control the gods.

It stands to reason that the opening words have been said, and the opposite party should avoid it. After all, this side is going up the mountain, that side is going down the mountain, this side is still carrying the coffin, and that side has already been buried in the ground.

The principle is this principle, but not everyone pays attention to it.

On the opposite side was a young man with a shiny face, probably because he was used to being pampered and couldn't bear hardships, so he leaned on a chariot alone.

People are easy to let go, but it is inconvenient to sit in a chariot unless he gets down.

Xu is self-respecting, Xu is relying on the number of people.

He stared at Xu Xiang from a distance and said, "Stop talking nonsense, step aside!"

"You're being unreasonable!" One of the young men who carried the coffin couldn't help saying: "Generally speaking, if there is a staggered up and down, those who are going down the mountain will let those who go up the mountain, and those who have already entered the soil will let those who are about to enter the earth." .Do we still have to stop the coffin for you?"

This way, Xu Xiangqian actually used his strength secretly, otherwise the two younger generations would not feel so relaxed carrying the coffin.

At this moment, he was upright and awe-inspiring, but he was full of energy.

"Hey! You're still working hard!" Young Master Youguang clapped the armrest: "Go out and fight!"

A few strong men in the crowd squeezed forward.

He shouted: "No, I will serve you with sticks!"

On the side of the mountain, the two coffin-carrying juniors fell silent for a moment, and prepared to lean to the side while carrying the coffin.

Xu Xiangqian held up the paper figurine and stretched out his hand to stop it: "Don't move!"

He looked at the opposite side contemptuously: "Who are you! Which one is from which road, so rude?"

"Ha, is there really someone who is not afraid of death, and make friends with me?" Mr. You Guang cheered up, took this as fun, and sneered: "Tell him, who is this young master!"

Immediately, a scoundrel next to him said: "My son, a good job in the general's office, and a guest in the inspector's mansion! The rogue on the street, the gangster on the road, and Huang Laoqi in business are all my family. Young Master’s little brother. Ask black and white! How many heroes of this age are there in Linzi?”

Boy, that sounds really bluffing.

Xu Xiangqian was taken aback: "It turns out he's a local ruffian!"

Without waiting for the person opposite to get angry, he also sneered: "You also tell me who this young master is!"

Brother Youguang forcibly suppressed his temper, and also wanted to hear who was the sage.

I saw the two coffin-carrying juniors looking at me and I at you...they didn't make a sound.

I really don't know who Xu Xianggan is.

At this time, the young man in front of the coffin moved his ears, but it was Xu Xianggan who secretly transmitted the sound to him.

Xu Xianggan turned his head while transmitting the voice, looked at him and said, "Don't worry about them being frightened, just speak up!"

Facing Xu Xiangqian's encouraging eyes, he said bluntly: "Li Longchuan of the Marquis of Destruction City is a good buddy of my son. Chong Xuansheng of the Marquis of Bowang's Mansion, I beg to make friends with him. The grandson of Prime Minister Yan , always pays for him. He comes from one of the top four academies in the world. Looking at the whole of Linzi, among his peers, there is no one he needs to bend over..."

When Xu Xianggan said something through voice transmission, he repeated it.

But the more I talked, the more guilty I felt, and the less angry I became... This bragging is too big, there is no truth at all.

Brother Youguang was still interested in distinguishing at first, but after hearing it, he just sneered.

Only one thing, this kind of person still needs to be buried to clear the way? This kind of person still buried his family and friends here in Ganma Mountain?

The cemetery of Ganmashan is not bad, it depends on where it is compared with!

"Damn it, beat them to death for me!" Brother Youguang pointed angrily at the front: "So good at bragging, let them kneel here and repeat this to me a thousand times!"

A few strong men rushed forward.

Jiang Wang just rushed over at this moment and saw this scene.

"Stop!" Xu Xiang shouted dryly, making the other side stunned.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Jiang Wang approaching: "Come here, I can't spare!"

Then he turned his head and yelled: "Today we are here to chase Ma Shan and see who dares to move!"

Jiang Wang was sweating on his forehead.

Really self-registered to catch up with Mashan Shuangjiao, what kind of boring fun is this... or taste?

When the paper figurine hits the ground, it is considered to be in position. Of course, Xu Fang's position has not yet arrived, so Xu Xianggan really can't spare his "hands", but facing these people opposite, he doesn't need to use his "hands" at all. He's just plain lazy, one of his many "boresoms".

But no matter what, Jiang Wang couldn't just look at Xu Fang's bones and just put the coffin here.

Therefore, one step forward, it is necessary to impose a small punishment.

But the oily young man on the opposite side shouted first: "Wait!"

His voice was trembling by now.

Rolling and crawling, he got off the chariot, pointed at Jiang Wang...the 'porter' behind him, bowed to the end: "Duke Zheng..."

The 'porter' stepped forward and kicked him over: "You are qualified to greet me, too?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Young Master Oily got up from the ground in a hurry, nodded and bowed: "The villain is rude, the villain is rude!"

He was lucky enough to have met this person, and knew about Poppi San, Hunshanhu, and Huang Laoqi, and he was not even qualified to sit in front of this person.

And the 'porter' himself was extremely annoyed, because he knew that it was impossible to hide his identity. He glanced coldly at the group of people behind him: "Mount Ganma is a place to carry the dead, you are sitting upright, are you anxious to be carried?"

Young Master Youguang suddenly knelt down again, kowtowed and said, "Don't dare, dare not."

The 'porter' kicked him away again and cursed: "Get lost!"

The oily young man didn't dare to make a sound, walked around Xu Fang's coffin in a desperation, then lay down on the ground, and really "rolled" down the mountain.

No one in the group he was with dared to speak, and the white flags, filial lanterns, incense pavilions...all were gathered away. All of them went down the mountain from the side with their tails between their legs.

The 'porter' turned around, just in time to see Jiang Wang with a smile on his face.

That smile was hideous.

"I've changed my mind, you can go."

Jiang Wang said: "I don't ask what your name is either. But you should know that from now on, your identity is no longer a secret between Chong Xuansheng and me."

The 'porter' looked at him for a moment, then turned and left without saying a word.