Kung Fu Soldier King

Xiao Yan's memorial service was held at the funeral home on Qianjin Road. Martial law has been enforced here since the morning. Only those who participate in the funeral home are allowed to enter.

Those who came from other places and local people in the northwest to worship Xiao Yan can only look at them from a distance. There are many of them, including those from Dongjiang, Jinling and SAMA town.

Xiao Yan's political achievements in the northwest are not outstanding, because the expressway has not been built yet, but he just pulled out a bully, SA Wanxing.

Therefore, the enthusiasm of local people in Northwest China is relatively small, but people from other places cry loudly, which makes local people very surprised.

The news of Xiao Yan's disappearance has long spread all over Jiangnan, where some people have spontaneously organized several commemorative meetings, mostly placing white candles and wishing lights in the square.

Most of the people who came to the northwest this time were those who had received his grace in the past, as well as his believers.

I can't even worship here. I can only put the yellow chrysanthemums on the roadside one by one. For a moment, chrysanthemums were in full bloom. On both sides of the road ahead, there was a sea of flowers in addition to a sea of people.

Over the past few days, some media in the West night market also interviewed these people who came to worship and got a lot of hot news from Xiao Yan.

With the gradual spread of the media, the people of the West night market finally understand that their vice mayor is a very... Very awesome person.

The word "cow force" is a little vulgar, but it is very appropriate.

Although the weather was very cold, there were more and more people on the way forward. In the end, it finally became a sea of people.

The police deployed wave after wave, and finally the armed police were dispatched to maintain order.

Black vehicles drove to the door of the funeral home. The parking lot here was full. Finally, they could only stop on the roadside and continue all the way to occupy the whole road.

Municipal Party Secretary SA Wansheng attended, mayor Yan Feiping attended, and executive vice mayor Lu Baoyu attended

Almost all the senior management of the West night market arrived, leaving only one deputy to the municipal Party committee and the municipal government, and most of the senior management of other units poured out.

The memorial ceremony officially began. The guests mourned in silence, and the family members returned their tributes. Yan Feiping came to the stage to deliver a eulogy.

"This is a sad winter, because it has taken away our closest friends and our most trusted comrades in arms. I should have felt very sad standing here today, but my heart is as warm as spring. His spirit has given me support, so that I can stabilize my mood and calmly describe the following eulogy. Xiao Yan, deputy mayor of the main hall of West night market..."

The next eulogy is to count Xiao Yan's political achievements during his lifetime, and then the memorial. After the mourning, the family members and those with friendly relations should cry a few decent times.

However, when Yan Feiping finished his eulogy, lengqingge stood there without a trace of tears, and ye min opposite was silent with tears.

"What's the style? What's the matter?" Yan Feiping muttered unhappily. Then he turned around and shouted loudly at a suit of clothes covered with the national flag.

"Lao Jiu, we fought side by side for many times, but I didn't expect you to really leave me this time. You died miserably..." Yan Feiping saw that no one was crying. He simply stopped his image and cried out loudly.

SA Wansheng thought of Xiao Yan's all sorts of things. He couldn't hold back his tears. He whispered, "the pillars of the country and the star of tomorrow. Unfortunately, heaven is jealous of talents and ends up dead..."

The atmosphere in the memorial hall suddenly became dull, and many people began to cry in a low voice. For a moment, the atmosphere was very good.

But just then, a roaring propeller sounded outside, and then two rows of people in black came down outside the funeral home.

They escorted a man in. They were very overbearing and pushed the police who blocked the door away.

Several policemen came forward to stop, but the other party showed his identity, and the latter was pushed away again.

Then a group of people came in arrogantly, and the guests whispered one after another. They didn't know what their identity was. It seems that those who come are not good.

Suddenly, one of these people came out. His arm was drooping, his face was gloomy, his face was more upright, but his whole body was cold.

"Who?" Firefox came forward and stopped it.

The man turned his head and looked at her, then said to Xiao Yan's portrait, "Xiao Lao Jiu's friend, good friend, heard that he died, come to mourn him."

"Incense here!" Firefox handed him a incense stick, and then pointed to the incense table behind him.

But the man raised his hand and pushed the incense away. He said, "I just came to see my friend's face. These common etiquette are not necessary."

He then went to the direction of the coffin. Firefox was angry and came forward to stop him. The man stepped out behind him and stood in front of Firefox.

The man was bald. He turned out to be a monk. He was about 60 years old, but his spirit was very sharp.

After seeing the monk clearly, Yan Feiping shouted at Firefox, then looked at the monk and asked, "Zen master Wujin, who is this?"

"Mayor Yan, this is the young master of the Wu family in the capital. He used to have some intersection with Vice Mayor Xiao, and today he came to worship." before Zen master Wujin answered, another man came up behind him.

Yan Feiping's face suddenly changed after he saw the man clearly. He smiled and said, "it's president ba. What brings you here? If you come in the future, say hello in advance, and I can arrange reception."

"I came with the young master of the martial arts family today. Don't make a mistake about the protagonist." Balu is a rough man. He is very tall, at least much taller than his brother Batu, and he also has a thick beard.

Yan Feiping quickly complimented a few words, and savansen and others nearby also came and polite a few words.

This Balu is the Ba family's money bag, while the West night market finance borrowed a lot of money from the Ba family's northwest bank. It's unbelievable not to compliment the creditors.

But Balu is so awesome, but he looks like a follower in front of the young master of the Wu family. He doesn't know who the young master of the Wu family is sacred.

"Clothes grave? Where's the body?" suddenly, the young master of the Wu family turned and stared at Balu.

The latter also quickly turned to Yan Feiping. Old Yan felt that the situation was wrong, but he still said: "it was buried under 619, the mine was sealed, and it couldn't be dug out."

"Xiao Laojiu, what are you doing? What tricks do you want to play with me?" turning his head, the young master of the Wu family whispered to himself at the coffin.

Then he reached down and wanted to lift the national flag. This made the whole audience scream.

The dead are great. This is the inheritance of China for many years. Unexpectedly, someone desecrated the dead.

It can't be a friend at all. It's almost like an enemy.

"You..." Yan Feiping stepped forward, but Baru naturally blocked it.

The latter whispered in Yan Feiping's ear, "Mayor Yan, the dead are gone. Don't hurt the peace with the Wu family for a dead man. Oh, by the way, don't hurt the peace with the Ba family."

Yan Feiping clenched his fist tightly, but he didn't dare to say more for a moment, but he forbeared.

Next to him, SA Wansheng lowered his head deeply. He had been in the Northwest for many years and dared not collide with Baru head-on.

The whole audience saw that the two big men didn't move. They didn't dare to do it.

Alas, if Xiao Laojiu's brothers were in the northwest, I'm afraid they would have started fighting by now.

When one dies, leaving a few widows, one can only be bullied.

"Stop!" at the critical moment, Leng Qingsong came forward.

Firefox had already taken a step forward and started to pull the young master of the Wu family. However, Zen master Wujin standing on the side threw away the black gold painted cassock and swept her hand back.

Good Kung Fu, Firefox turned to look at Zen master Wujin. This man looked old, but he had strong internal strength and amazing strength.

Just that sweep, she felt her strength as if she had hit a tornado. She thought, with her own Kung Fu, I'm afraid she's not an opponent.

Leng Qingge didn't care about this. She couldn't stand being blasphemed by others. She said to the young master of the martial arts family, "the old 90000 people admire him, even if he dies. He enjoys the state funeral, which was specially approved by the general office. What qualifications do you have to lift the national flag?"

The young master of the Wu family was stunned by this question and was stunned.

"It's said that Xiao Laojiu has confidants all over the world, and all of them are goddesses. When I see him today, I really have a unique temperament. Xiao Yanyuan and I have a deep source. Now that he's gone, I should take care of his family. What's your name? Wu Jiusi doesn't mind taking more of your room..."

The whole audience suddenly blew up. This man even plotted to be a beautiful widow when others had just died. It was simply inhuman.

Balu was stunned. Wu Jiusi has always been famous for his stability in the capital. How can he be so arrogant in the northwest?

"Think beautiful!" Leng Qingge's angry face suddenly turned green. She bit her lips tightly. If in the past, when Xiao Laojiu was alive, who dared to covet himself?

Just then, another sound of helicopter propeller sounded, and Firefox immediately stood in front of Leng Qingge for fear that Wu Jiu thought would take Qingge away.

But Wu Jiusi's face was a little surprised. He turned to Balu, who shook his head and said he didn't know.

A moment later, a group of people came in outside the door. From a distance, a voice came in like a sword. Wu Jiusi's face was black at that time.

"Wu Jiusi, once you leave the capital, you'll be fine."