Late Night Tales Of The Capital Chapter 65: The white dew first descends to the west and the wind is cool

The fading lotus and the jade flashed, and the westerly wind was cool all night. The geese screamed and the mosquitoes wanted to be quiet, and the purple was a little bit of Gui Liuxiang.

The cool breeze has arrived, the white dew has begun to fall, the chilly cicadas have not screamed, and the shadows are getting heavier. The swan goose and mysterious birds pass through the air in groups, migrating from north to south.

Overnight in the General's Mansion, white cloth was wrapped around the mansion, the lights were on, incense and paper were burnt, crying and mourning. Before the early dynasty, Ye Yunhai went to the palace with sackcloth and Dai Xiao, and soon a piece of news spread throughout Luoyang City.

Old General Ye Zhengru has returned to heaven!

One stone stirs up a thousand waves!

Although I have heard that the old general is sick recently and has been ill in bed, but someone saw him go out yesterday, why did this man leave today?

There are people who lament the old general's life, and there are people who regret the sudden death of the old general. There are many people who are suspicious about this matter, but this can't change the fact that the old general is indeed gone.

Especially for the palace and outside the palace, the top priority is not why the old general left so suddenly, but how to deal with the funeral. The funeral is only a small aspect, and the most important thing is the 200,000 army.

Within half a day, homing pigeons flew over Luoyang City.

On the same day, there was a small or small earthquake in the northwest of Luoyang City. If someone carefully surveys, they will find that the epicenter of this earthquake is the Dragon's Mausoleum in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

There was only a slight tremor in Luoyang City, and there were no casualties. The people naturally care about it. If there is an earthquake, it is an earthquake. What else? But for some people, this is not an earthquake.

Shortly after the earthquake.

Shu Mountain, the gate is wide open, a group of twenty-eight people, covering their swords and heading north.

The court of the Baizhang King of the Great Yan Kingdom, a young man wearing animal skins, barefoot, walking on the grass, and heading south.

The bone-buried sword mound in the dry mountain was full of sword energy. Then, the ten swords flew out of their own accord and landed in front of ten young sword practitioners.

The Six Buddha Temple in Yinshan Mountain, and the Tzu Chi Palace in Yangshan Mountain, the bells and drums rang in the morning and evening, and a group of monks and Taoist priests descended the mountain with the sound.

There are also the Yijian Tingyu Pavilion in Nanyue, the Ancestral Court in Yunzhou, Jingzhai in Huaxiang Valley, and even the five Fengleishui volcanoes of the demon clan, including the sect that can be called the name of Qingqiu. All sent out disciples.

These sects are scattered all over the river, starting from different points, but the ending points are surprisingly the same, all of them are dragon mausoleums.

It was the same day. When Qian Shuxiao sent everyone away and was about to close the gate of the gymnasium, an old man suddenly broke in. Walking and staggering, short of breath, and his face pale, Qian Shuxiao knew this person. He was an old butler in the General's Mansion and had been serving Ye Zhengru personally for half of his life.

The old man seemed to be in pain. After seeing Qian Shu's smile, he pulled his arm vigorously, opening his mouth as if to say something.

"Are you looking for Ye Que?" Qian Shuxiao said guessingly.

The old man nodded vigorously.

"He is in retreat, I'm afraid he can't see anyone." Qian Shu smiled and shrugged, "I see if you feel uncomfortable, or I will find a doctor for you?"

The old man shook his head and refused without even thinking about it, then frowned, his chest began to rise and fall rapidly, his face turned from white to red, then from red to purple, it seemed that he was going to be dying, and he was struggling to take care of him at the last moment. He took out a jade pendant, "Say, tell Ye, He, He Pawn..."

Grabbing Qian Shuxiao’s hand, the old man didn’t finish his words. He only uttered five words. Suddenly, a ball of flame burned on his chest, a ball of black flame, and the black flame was in a breathing time. Inside, the old man was burned to fly ashes.

There is no bones left.

There was no time to make a cry for help.

Qian Shu stood on the spot with a blank smile, "I was still a big man in the first second, but turned into flying ash in the next second!"

"Jade pendant?"

"He Pawn?"

"What the **** is going on?"

A big living person disappeared in front of him. For Qian Shuxiao, it is impossible to not touch it, but how to deal with it? News officer? Qian Shu smiled and gave up without even thinking about it. He is not an ordinary citizen. The city of Luoyang is surging, and a little carelessness may be overwhelming.

Ye Zhengru just returned to heaven last night, and his personal butler died in front of him today.

How to explain this?

Spitting lotus flowers can't explain clearly.

Qian Shuxiao didn't dare to call the shots without authorization, and could only hope that Ye Que would wake up soon.

The funeral of the General's Mansion was held step by step. The entire Ye Jiajun, from the commander to the captain, went back to Luoyang one after another, just to see the old general off.

The huge general mansion, these few days are crowded with people, the night is like day, the sorrows and music are long rang, and the yellow paper is all over the sky. The posthumous name given by His Majesty the Emperor, the two characters loyalty and righteousness, is engraved upright in the center of the memorial tablet, ‘memorial to the position of the general who defends the country’s loyalty, Ye Zhengru’.

The funeral lasted for seven days. The General’s Mansion was done in a beautiful manner, and the court also gave enough face. The prince and the second prince came to mourn on behalf of the emperor, and the entire funeral was specially approved for the prince’s specifications. .

The first seven super degrees even invited the monks from Qingyin Temple and half of the temple in Luoyang.

Buddha sounds continue throughout the night.

Early the next morning.

The seven-day mourning period is over, and Luoyang City is filled with drizzle.

Weeping accompanied by rain, yellow paper reflected in the white fan, and the general mansion amidst the sound of mourning, the funeral team set off slowly towards the grave of Yejiazu on the west mountain outside Luoyang.

Ye Yunhai walked at the forefront of the team~IndoMTL.com~ His eyes were flushed, his face was sad, but no teardrops could be seen in the corners of his eyes. Behind him is Xiao Huating, holding the rope of the hearse with one hand and covering her face with the other. She seems to have been crying into tears, and she is still chanting the elegy of ‘薤Lu’ intermittently.

The whole team departed from the General’s Mansion, walked along Yong’an Avenue, crossed the Changsheng Bridge, exited the West Gate, and entered the ancestral grave. The journey was not short, but the team was even bigger. When Ye Yunhai reached the Changsheng Bridge, the end of the team was just Go out.

The old general is going out for funeral today. The people in Luoyang City have known for a long time, and many people have been waiting on both sides of the road early. The veteran general was born and died for the prosperous Tang Dynasty and guarded the prosperity of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Everyone remembered it in their hearts. Now that people are gone, they can give them away in person, and they have done their best.

Tianmen Taoist Hall is located beside Yong'an Avenue. Ye Que just woke up when the sound of funeral mourning came.

For seven days and seven nights, Ye Que swung out 67,200 knives, chopped up 67,200 seal scripts, and finally completed the path of psychic.

When Ye Que opened his eyes, aura gushed out.

In the corner of the house, there is a flowerpot. Originally, Qian Shuxiao just threw in an epiphany seed. At this moment, the seed in the flowerpot grew, sprouted, and branched at a speed visible to the naked eye. It flourishes, leaves luxuriant, and finally blooms, blooming with brilliant brilliance.

It was a flash in the pan.

Ye Que smiled slightly.

Close your eyes, the spiritual power around your body suddenly stagnates, and when you open your eyes again, the spiritual power around your body instantly retracts into your body.

Inwardly looking at the door of the heart, between the Linghai and the snow-capped mountains, a small Tianyuan spiritual core throbs, seems to be full of infinite vitality.

In seven days, Ye Que became psychic the day after tomorrow.

(First update today.)