Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 532: Speech at the Funeral Hall, News about Wu Man

Inside the mourning hall, funeral music was playing on the phonograph.

Amid the funeral music, members of the Wang family, dressed in mourning, walked in groups of two or three, looking at the people passing by with complicated eyes.

At the funeral, there was no usual scene of relatives crying. It was just terribly depressing, like the calm before the storm.

When it came to receiving Zhang Zhiwei, the Wang family was quite courteous. Although they led him to the elders' area, they did not presumptuously assign him a table that was already occupied, but instead set up a separate table for him.

There were only four people at the table: Zhang Zhiwei, Lu Ci, Lu Ren, and Lu Jin.

"Please sit down for a while. I will go and greet other guests."

Wang Ai's aunt left after saying this.

There were some fruits, melon seeds, peanuts and other snacks on the table. Zhang Zhiwei picked up a plate of melon seeds and concentrated on eating them, not paying attention to the situation around him.

However, Lu Jin, Lu Ci and others were eating fruits on the table while looking around to see if their elders had arrived.

As the former head of the Wang family, Old Master Wang had a high reputation, so many people came to pay their respects, from all walks of life. Even last time when Old Master Lu celebrated his birthday, they only sent people to give gifts, and the Gao family, who did not come in person, also sent people to pay their respects.

However, the person who came was not the head of the Gao family, but a middle-aged man with glasses and a pointed face. As soon as he arrived, he started to exchange pleasantries with the head of the Wang family, and the two seemed to be very familiar with each other.

After the Gao family, people from the Lu family and the Lu family also came. The one who came from the Lu family was still the head of the Lu family, but from the Lu family, not only did the head of the Lu family, Lu Xuan, come, but even Old Master Lu came. Several family heads came to pay their respects to the elders.

Old Master Lu had a heavy face and was in no mood to be polite. He waved his hand, comforted the head of the Wang family with a few words, then walked to the altar, lit a stick of incense for Old Master Wang, and stayed there for a long time, muttering something that was difficult for others to hear.

Old friends died one after another, like leaves in the wind. Although he had an average relationship with Old Master Wang, there were not many extraordinary people in his era, and the grudges of the past had long been put aside.

He had originally thought that although Old Master Wang did not attend his birthday party last time, he was a magnanimous man and he would come to see this old fellow on Old Master Wang's next birthday so that the two sides could put aside their past grudges. However, he did not expect that he would go to the funeral instead of the birthday party. The past came to his mind and he could not help but sigh.

"I just saw the elders in the family. Even the grandfather is here. Brother Lu, Hedgehog, and Uncle Lu are here too. Should we continue sitting here or go over to pay our respects first?!" Lu Jin said eagerly.

"We sneaked out of the house. If we go now, won't it be unlucky? If you want to go, go by yourself!" Lu Ci held a knife and lowered his head to peel an orange without even looking at his elders.

"This... this is not good!" Old Lu is considerate and filial, and he would not ignore his family.

"It's indeed a bit bad. Old Seven, you stay here. Xiao Lu, let's go and pay our respects!" Lu Ren stood up and said.

Lu Jin nodded, and the two of them stood up and left to meet their elders.

When they saw Lu Jin, the head of the Lu family and Old Master Lu were a little surprised. They thought that Lu Jin was a guest in Longhu Mountain with Zuo Rutong, but soon, they were both happy to see Lu Jin.

However, the head of the Lu family severely reprimanded Lu Ren and asked where the bastard Lu Ci was and why he didn't come to pay his respects to the elders.

Last night, when he learned that Lu Ren and Lu Ci had left without permission, he was shocked and angry. Why did they run away from home at this critical juncture? It is not difficult to imagine that they are going to deal with Quan Xing.

But Quan is vicious and they are all young. If they go there rashly, what if something goes wrong?
If these two bastards are caught, they must be taught a lesson, especially the youngest son Lu Ci. If he is not beaten so hard that he cannot get out of bed for several days, he will not be named Lu.

The anger of the head of the Lu family was rising. At this time, Lu Ren pointed at Lu Ci's position and gritted his teeth and made a direct comment on the spot:

"Father, my younger brother is asking Senior Brother Zhang for advice on the principles of cultivation. When he is done, I will ask him to come over and apologize!"

“Senior Brother Zhang…you mean…the little Taoist priest?” The head of the Lu family looked in the direction of Lu Ren’s finger and indeed saw Zhang Zhiwei. It turned out that these brats did not act rashly, but went to “kidnap” the little Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain.

Thinking of this, even though Zhang Zhiwei and Lu Ci, one was eating melon seeds and the other was peeling fruit, and they didn't look like they were explaining cultivation, his anger had mostly subsided, and he didn't intend to punish them too much, so he said in a deep voice:
"Since he is asking for advice on the principles of cultivation, let him go first. I will deal with him later!"

Lu Ren breathed a sigh of relief and stood beside the head of the Lu family, accompanying him.

"Then you go over too!" said the head of the Lu family.

Lu Renru was pardoned and hurried back to his seat.

"What did father say?" Lu Ci asked.

"Father said he will deal with you when he gets back!" Lu Ren replied.

"Since he said so, I can't go back!" Lu Ci said immediately.

After a while, Lu Jin also sat over.

"Why are you back? Don't you want to be a good child in front of your elders?" Lu Ci sneered.

"My grandfather also asked me to come here to listen to Senior Brother Zhang talk about the principles of cultivation!" Lu Jin snatched the orange that Lu Ci had just peeled and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

"you……"

Lu Ci stood up and was about to get angry, but this was a mourning hall and it was not the right occasion. He glared at Lu Jin, then sat down and continued to cut.

"By the way, where is Fatty? Why is he nowhere to be seen when we arrive at Wangjia Village?" Lu Jin asked while eating an orange.

"He must have gone to change into mourning clothes. Oh, and he also took Yuan Jingui's head away. I wonder what he's going to do with it?!"

……

During the conversation, people from Tianshi Mansion came to pay their respects. They were Uncle-Master Zhang Shoucheng and one of his disciples.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Shoucheng nodded to the head of the Wang family at the door and said:
"Old Master Wang was a very remarkable man. Patriarch Wang, please accept my condolences!"

"Thank you!"

Patriarch Wang bowed slightly, then said, "Brother Shoucheng, the young celestial master has arrived. Do you want to sit at the same table with him?"

As he spoke, he pointed to Zhang Zhiwei's position.

Zhang Shoucheng followed the instructions and saw that there were only four younger people sitting at Zhang Zhiwei's table. He declined the other party's suggestion and planned to sit at the table with fellow Taoists from the Zhengyi sects.

At this time, Zhang Zhiwei felt Zhang Shoucheng's gaze and turned his head to look.

The two looked at each other, nodded, and then looked away at the same time.

Someone's funeral is not the place for small talk.

After Zhang Shoucheng took his seat, more people came one after another, and the funeral was about to begin officially.

Perhaps because the Wang family was still allocating personnel to track down Wu Man, the old man's funeral was much simpler than expected, and the scale was far smaller than that of Old Master Lu's birthday banquet.

The mournful music was sad. Wang Ai's aunt came to the side of the head of the Wang family with red eyes and pinched her eyebrows with her hands:

"Brother, almost everyone is here!"

Patriarch Wang did not answer immediately until Wang Ai, who was wearing mourning clothes, walked into the mourning hall. Then he nodded:

"During this period, everyone is busy outside. I feel relieved to leave my father's funeral arrangements to you."

"This is what I should do!" Aunt Wang Ai paused, wanting to say something but stopping herself: "Brother, the whereabouts of that lunatic Wu Man..."

"There are already some clues. I have sent people to look for him, and we will have news soon. Don't worry, I will avenge my father!" When saying this, there was no expression on the face of the head of the Wang family, but there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

At this time, Wang Ai, who was wearing a plain white mourning dress, came over and said in a deep voice:

"Father, I am ready."

"Xiao Ai, this is the eulogy!" Aunt Wang Ai handed Wang Ai a piece of paper.

Wang Ai took it and took a look. The paper was densely written with some of Old Master Wang’s life stories. He read it roughly and frowned, saying:
"Aunt, I feel that Grandpa won't like these empty words!"

"Xiao Ai, I know you are sad, but everyone is like this, so just follow the rules!" Aunt advised.

Wang Ai nodded, holding a spherical bag in his hand, and walked onto the stage amid everyone's surprised gazes.

He glanced at the people in the audience, then looked at the manuscript in his hand, and read:

"Dear friends and relatives, fellow martial artists, today we mourn the death of the Wang family with deep sorrow..."

Wang Ai read from the script, and the more he read, the more upset he felt.

For some reason, he recalled some conversations between Zhang Zhiwei and Lu Ci. For a practitioner, the most important thing is to have clear thoughts.

Are my thoughts clear now? Wang Ai asked himself.

Soon, he had the answer in his heart, what the hell, now he was confused.

Wang Ai tore up the manuscript, took a deep breath, lowered his head slightly, buried his face in the shadows, and said in a tone that seemed to carry blood:

"My great grandfather was the one who loved me the most since I was a child, but not long ago, he was killed by Yuan Jingui and Wu Man, two Quan Xing monsters."

"Now that Yuan Jingui is dead, I will never let the remaining Quan Xing demon Wu Man go either!"

After saying that, Wang Ai shook the spherical package in his hand, and a bloody human head flew up and fell into his hand.

He walked down the stage holding the head in both hands, walked to the coffin, and solemnly placed Yuan Jingui's head on the old man's coffin.

The people off the field watched this scene and realized that the head belonged to Yuan Jingui.

This unprepossessing little fat boy, what kind of personality is this? Everyone was puzzled.

At this time, warm applause broke out in the mourning hall.

Applauding enthusiastically at a funeral is definitely a disrespectful act. Who is so presumptuous?
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the person clapping was actually the head of the Wang family.

Patriarch Wang ignored everyone's gazes and continued to clap his hands, looking at Wang Ai with a look of satisfaction. It turned out that this kid went out yesterday to get Yuan Jingui's head...

Even though he knew that the reason why he was able to take Yuan Jingui's head was probably all due to Zhang Zhiwei, but knowing how to take advantage of the situation is also a kind of ability.

No matter what, my kid has made progress!

Recalling that not long ago, this kid could only hold a candied haws and follow the chubby girl Guan Shihua, looking naive and ignorant.

But in just a blink of an eye, he seemed to have the courage to stand on his own. Sure enough, it was a wise choice to let him go to Longhu Mountain to make friends with the little Taoist priest.

Father, father, you used to worry about Xiao Ai the most. If your spirit in heaven saw this scene, you would definitely be relieved...

The head of the Wang family thought to himself that he had not cried since the old man passed away, but at this moment, he burst into tears.

With the head of the Wang family taking the lead, the second person to applaud was Old Master Lu.

Next came the head of the Lu family.

Soon, the applause became increasingly warm.

"I didn't expect the fat guy to be so brave to show his head in front of so many people!" Lu Ci clapped his hands vigorously.

"This thing is done in a serious manner!" Zhang Zhiwei nodded.

But at this moment, there was a shout from the door. Everyone looked and saw a middle-aged man covered in blood and in a very miserable state, appearing at the door of the mourning hall.

"Master, I have something important to report!"

"Wang Li, what happened?"

The head of the Wang family hurried over and helped the middle-aged man up.

"Master, I have tracked down the whereabouts of the Quan Xing demon Wu Man!" The middle-aged man named Wang Li whispered in Master Wang's ear.

As soon as these words came out.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The head of the Wang family said "OK" three times in a row, and then he hurriedly asked Wang Li whether the injuries on his body were caused by Wu Man?

Wang Li reported in a low voice: "Wu Man was not injured. We were on our way back when we were ambushed by some Quan Xing monsters. We lost a lot of people, but I escaped."

"When those monsters attacked, they said that our young master, together with the young master of the Lu family and the young master of the Tianshi Mansion, attacked Dawang Mountain at night. The young master slaughtered the people in the Dawang Mountain village, and several young masters were involved... and killed..."

Halfway through his words, the head of the Wang family quickly covered his mouth and shook his head, saying: "You are seriously injured, go down and heal first. We will tell you the details after your injuries stabilize!"

Afterwards, several young men from the Wang family came over and helped Wang Li leave.

But at this moment, a girl wearing a yellow suit, with fashionable short hair, dressed like an urban beauty from a hundred years ago, came over and said crisply:
"You can't help him like this, he's seriously injured and needs emergency treatment!"

As she spoke, she took action directly, tapping Wang Li's body a few times with her slender fingers.

The wounds on Wang Li's body closed immediately. Although they were not completely healed, they replenished the blood and stabilized the injuries.

"Thank you, thank you!" Wang Li hurriedly thanked him.

"It's just a small matter." The girl had a bright smile on her face and then retreated to a seat with the younger generation.

"Just one finger stopped the bleeding and stabilized the injury. Brother Li, your Jishidiang has produced an extraordinary genius!" said a bald middle-aged man.

Master Li of Jishitang said with a smile: "Mr. Niu, my disciple is a genius of the Duanmu family. He is indeed quite accomplished in medical skills, but his personality is a little too stubborn!"

"It's normal for young people to be full of energy. By the way, I have a disciple named Wang Zizhong who is also outstanding in medical skills. Brother Li, why don't we let them meet and exchange experiences?" said Mr. Niu.

"That's fine. Our two families can visit each other more often!!"

Lu Ci looked at Lu Jin, pursed his lips at the city girl, and said:
"I say, Lao Lu, look at them, they are all wearing foreign clothes, why do they look like educated youth, while you look like a fake foreigner?"

"What are you talking about?" Lu Jin whispered, "I think you forget your friends for the sake of beauty!"

(End of this chapter)