Extreme martial arts

Chapter 425 Qin Ming's Tomb
"Get up, I saved you because of Qin Ming." Fei Shang said.

"The junior is Qin Ming's second uncle. Excuse me, senior, where is Qin Ming now?" Qin Wunian asked, this is what he wants to know most now. The arrival of one hundred and eight Martial Emperors made him feel uneasy. Good feeling.

Fei Shang's face was sad, his eyes swept over the crowd, and he found that they were also looking at him, he sighed, and said: "Qin Ming is dead."

Those four words were more shocking than thunder, everyone was stunned, and everything became quiet.

The crying Qin Clan members stopped crying, Qin Wunian remained still, Hong Lian shed tears, Su Wu clenched his fists, Jin Lao and the others were surprised, and they all mourned.

"Impossible, he said, he will come back, how could he die, you must be lying to me." After a long silence, Hong Lian burst out, her fiery red dress was wrapped in flames, and roared.

"I saw with my own eyes that his body died and his path disappeared, but I failed to save him." Fei Shang said.

"what."

Honglian roared and flew away into the sky, Su Wufei followed.

It seems that at this moment, the air is filled with thick sorrow, like mud, thick and unable to dissipate.

Emperor Qin, who was famous in the Qin Kingdom, has died, not only the Qin clan is mourning, even Jin Lao and others are infinitely mourning.

"Everyone stand up and restore the palace, Qin has to continue." Qin Wunian calmly turned around and ordered without being mad or roaring.

But everyone knew how much pain he was enduring in his heart at this moment.

He has no heirs, and Qin Ming seems to be his heir, but now, it is a white-haired man giving a black-haired man.

And the whole Qin country must be supported by someone so that it cannot fall down. He is bearing the pain of losing his son and wants to reorganize the Qin country.

"I will live in Qin State in the future. Since I cannot save him, I will protect Qin State for him for a hundred years." Fei Shang's voice echoed, and he immediately looked at Jin Lao and the others.

Jin Lao Mo Fengxing and others quickly knelt down and lowered their heads even lower.

Three days later, a group of people gathered in the Qin family's ancestral house in Mohe City, the former ancestral home of the Qin family. If there were outsiders present, they would be shocked, because the group of people here is the most powerful group of people in Qin today.

All the people, facing a tomb, stood there with sad faces.

Qin Wunian led the Qin clan, Feishang and Feng Qingyang, the elders of Bailuo, Yunxiazong's line, Jubaotang's line, and other sect leaders were all here.

"You can go at ease, the Qin family and the Qin country, the second uncle will protect you." Qin Wunian said calmly, but with firmness, his eyes were tightly closed, but two tears fell down.

"I will protect the country for you for a hundred years." Fei Shang said.

"Yunxiazong and the Qin clan have been close friends for generations, and they will never leave. I, Yuanji, made an oath to the way of heaven." Yuanji said.

"Boy, let's go with peace of mind. My old man is still alive and will help you look after Qin." Old Jin said with a wry smile.

……

Everyone who was related to Qin Ming spoke one by one at this time, all of them were sad or even weeping.

Surrounded by an indescribable sadness, it affected everyone and moved them.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

The heavy rain seemed to be crying, and the thunder was flickering, as if it was playing a song for Qin Mingming.

On the desolate stone tablet, "Tomb of Qin and Ming Dynasty" is engraved, but in the grave bag arched behind the stone tablet, there are a few pieces of clothing.

It was raining heavily, thunder was ringing, people left, but the sadness remained.

Hong Lian and Su Wu stayed behind, and there were three jugs of wine in front of the grave, one for each of them.

"Brother, you are walking too fast, your talent is too powerful, when I was still struggling in Qin State, you have already rushed to the sky, I will respect you for the last one." Su Wu's tears mixed with the rain, looked up After finishing a jug of wine, he put down the jug, glanced at Honglian, and left.

Only Honglian was left, sitting quietly in front of the tombstone, pouring down the wine in her hand one by one.

"You're a bastard." Hong Lian said softly, her eyes were blurred, but they were red and swollen, she cried, her heart was broken, her whole body was limp and limp, leaning against the tombstone.

Boom!

Lightning strikes, but no one responds. Her eyes are blurred with tears, her heart is like a knife, and the person she has been dreaming of, when they meet again, it is this scene.

She had imagined the scene of meeting countless times, but she didn't expect it to be like this now.

"If you come to see me like this, it's better not to see me forever." Hong Lian raised her head and drank a jug of wine, roared emotionally, and smashed the jug on the tombstone.

With a bang, the jug shattered and countless fragments flew up.

Honglian lay on the stone tablet like crazy, touched the stone tablet with her jade hand, and said: "You hurt, but you don't have my heartache, so you just left, you asked me to do this, what about Lianer? And Zi Yuan How to do?"

She picked up the jug of wine placed in front of the tombstone and drank it again, telling Qin Ming something in one sip, and then took another sip of wine, sometimes laughing, sometimes bowing her head and crying.

It looks like crazy.

With her current strength as King Wu, she wouldn't get drunk with just two jugs of wine.

But if wine is not intoxicating, everyone is intoxicated. When she was drunk, she hugged the tombstone on a rainy night and fell into a deep sleep.

In the early morning, when the sun fell, Honglian woke up, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and left with her old face and expression.

After Honglian left, Ziyuan, dressed in purple, came with a basket of flowers.

Bouncing around like elves, smiling like flowers blooming.

When she arrived in front of Qin Ming's tomb, she placed the flowers in the basket around Qin Ming's tomb, forming a full circle.

Finally, she kissed the tombstone and said: "Brother Ming, I will visit you every day from now on and bring you beautiful flowers."

After finishing speaking, she turned and left, but when she turned around, a tear fell.

In the next few days, everyone Qin Ming was familiar with came.

Jiang Lianer and Jiang Taixu came, and Jiang Lianer passed out crying in front of the tomb, and was taken away by Jiang Taixu.

Lan Di brought Lan Dieer, Lan Junxie and Luo Tianshang Leng Chuanfeng.

Lan Die'er wept silently, Lan Junxie fought fiercely, and then left.

Litu and Houzi came, and the two rushed back from the border with a thousand catties of fine wine, and drank happily in front of Qin Ming's tomb.

Fei Shang came with the old chief of Kuishan and the guardian of Wutu, stopped in front of the grave for a while, and left.

A person came and left again, reminiscing about the past in front of Qin Ming's tomb in different ways.

This genius, who can be called outstanding and the best in the mainland, rose rapidly in the name of waste material, and then fell rapidly, flying across the continent like a meteor.

The entire state of Qin was completely blank, silent in infinite sorrow.

On the seventh day after Qin Ming's death, in the depths of the void and chaos, a golden light came, and it was Wanmi Buddha.

The battle with Ji Shangtian ended after seven days and seven nights. His body was covered with thousands of scars, and his momentum weakened slightly, but he didn't hurt the root.

Ji Shangtian, Jiang Daoyuan, and the patriarchs of the dragon and phoenix clans were all missing. Except for them, no one knew who would win in the final duel of the number one saint.

When Qin Ming returned to the place where Qin Ming died, the Buddha's expression changed. Suddenly, he frowned, flashed a look of surprise, and said, "Why didn't all the treasures on his body appear?"

I saw the Buddha's hands glowing with golden light, and he repeatedly grabbed towards the void and chaos. Every time he grabbed it, he was a million miles away.

It lasted for a long time, and there was still nothing in my hand.

"The pagoda is missing, the original power is missing, the bones of the ancestors are missing, and all his belongings are missing. It's weird...could it be..." The Buddha was silent for a moment, then smiled: "Hahaha... the Xuanyuan of Immortality , Zuzun, your plan can still be realized."

His voice echoed in the void and chaos, but no one heard it, and then flew into the chaos and void, returning to the northern desert!
(End of this chapter)