I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 67 The funeral hall is a big stage, come if there is work

Death is like a lamp going out.

For the dead, everything that happens in the future has nothing to do with them until their soul is cleansed from the well of reincarnation and becomes a human again.

Funerals are for the living.

This ceremony is necessary for the living to say goodbye so that they can let go, look forward, and move forward.

For the Jiang family, this funeral was more like a funeral that was fifteen years late.

Fifteen years ago, Jiang Baichuan left the capital and disappeared. Since then, no one thought that he could come back alive unless he broke the deadline and achieved the heavenly position.

But this hope is extremely slim.

Ever since he chose to fight for that tiny probability, it was equivalent to placing his own tablet in the mourning hall.

Fifteen years later, Bai Xuan sent the tablet to the Jiang family ancestral hall, which fulfilled his original wish.

Unsuccessful, they become benevolent.

Bai Xuan placed the tablets in the bottom row. There were six layers of ancestral tablets in the ancestral hall, but there were only a dozen or so tablets of ancestors placed on it. These were all the members of the Jiang family, which showed that their population was very small.

Bai Xuan is also Jiang Baichuan's adopted son.

It can be seen that the Jiang family does not have too many obsessions that must be passed on, and there is a reason why there are so few people.

In the feudal era, children could easily die, so the high fertility rate was a hedge against the extremely high mortality rate.

I bowed three times to the spirit tablet.

After Bai Xuan completed the ceremony of returning the spirit tablet, he faced the tablet and walked backwards out of the ancestral hall.

He looked at Ning Jianshuang who was waiting outside the door. At this time, Miss Ning had changed into white mourning clothes.

"Aren't you going in to worship?"

"Out of order."

"Are rules that important?" Bai Xuan said, "The Jiang family's ancestors weren't that rigid."

He himself is an ancestor-level figure and does not think he will set too many rules for the family. Most of those are added by later generations.

Ning Jianshuang shook her head slightly: "It's not our ancestors who are old-fashioned, but myself."

"Okay, it's time to go to the funeral hall."

……

The mourning hall was covered in mourning clothes.

The coffin was placed in the center of the hall.

Bai Xuan and Ning Jianshuang are responsible for mourning all night tonight. There were originally other complicated rules, but time has dragged on for too long, so in order to bury the deceased as soon as possible, everything has to be kept simple.

This is of course the statement made to the outside world.

In fact, it is to reduce trouble.

Because those who come to pay their respects may not necessarily have good intentions in sending the old man on his final journey.

Although Bai Xuan did not ask too many questions, he could guess from Ning Jianshuang's vigilant and nervous expression that the shopkeeper had set up many traps.

The temptation of the sword immortal's remains is really great.

After Jiang Baichuan's death, the whereabouts of the sword immortal's remains are unknown, and it is inevitable that some people in the martial arts world want to come here to try their luck.

……

"Bow! Bow again! Bow three times!"

"The family returns the gift!"

Luoluo shouted in the mourning hall until her voice became hoarse.

A lot of people came.

At first, it was the neighbors and local residents of Chenlong Town. They were not from the underworld, but after learning of Jiang Baichuan's death, they came to pay their respects.

But as the first group of people left, the identities of the second group that arrived were a bit mysterious.

From his appearance, you can tell that he is a man of the world. He has some fame in some places, but most of his fame is not at the level of the Bu Tian Shu.

These gangsters spoke in nicer ways, saying that they came to pay their respects out of longing, and as family members, it would be difficult to offend them.

After paying their respects to the deceased, these people will also take the initiative to strike up a conversation and chat with the family members.

After confirming that Bai Xuan was Jiang Baichuan's disciple, he became interested.

But after asking in detail, especially after hearing that Bai Xuan had not yet entered the country, he immediately lost interest.

He hasn't entered the country and is not even a true warrior. If he really has obtained the remains of a sword immortal, then there must be something fishy going on.

Most people in the world would come to this conclusion.

As for 'hiding one's shortcomings'...

It’s not that no one can think of it, but most of them don’t think so. People always judge others by themselves.

Traveling the world for fame and fortune, wanderers who lack a solid foundation and no backing must live a petty life.

They love to show off for fame, they travel the world to look for opportunities, they are short-sighted because there is no room for error, they must seize every opportunity to become stronger and turn fame into actual benefits.

Under this kind of life style, hiding one's incompetence is simply not a high-end strategy they can afford, so after knowing that Bai Xuan did not enter the country, they judged in their hearts that he was not qualified.

It is rumored that the Sword Immortal's remains can improve one's bones, and at worst can help one reach the Grandmaster level. Bai Xuan's situation obviously does not conform to the rumors.

This group of gangsters came and left quickly, and few of them even stayed to eat. Except for a few who were thick-skinned, most of them chose to leave directly.

It's all a matter of luck, and nine out of ten chances of failure is normal. But I won't be discouraged. I will immediately go straight to the next message place to look for my own opportunity.

So far, the group has been easy to deal with.

By the time Luoluo's throat was dry and sore from shouting, the real trouble arrived with the night.

……

There was a sound of rapid footsteps.

The doorman outside handed in a visiting card.

Ning Jianshuang's expression changed slightly when he saw the cover, and he stood up before even opening it.

She handed it directly to Bai Xuan.

The workmanship of this visiting card is extremely exquisite and delicate. The paper and packaging used are obviously not ordinary items. In this era of insufficient productivity, the fact that a visiting card can be carved with the level of sophistication of a modern credit card can only prove that the other party is a wealthy and powerful person.

The white card, carved with plum blossom patterns, exuded a faint plum blossom fragrance. "What is this?"

"A visiting card from the Baimei Sect." Ning Jianshuang stood up and said, "The visitor is Master Jingxuan of the Baimei Sect."

Bai Xuan doesn't know much about the martial arts world.

Our understanding of the Baimei School is limited to the fact that the school worships Qingyuan Zhenjun as its founder.

They are actually Juan Zhihuan’s disciples...

But as far as Bai Xuan knew, the Second Lady's master came from ancient times, and her method of practice was the Eight-Nine Profound Arts. She came from a very noble family, but did not leave behind any inheritance. As a protagonist of the world with full talent and ability, her achievements almost all came from her own efforts and sweat, as well as the unremitting pursuit and feeding of heaven.

Bai Xuan opened the visiting card and saw only one line of words written on it.

——Really dead?

"Fuck." Bai Xuan commented, "What's with this tone of voice that doesn't treat the shopkeeper as a living person?"

Ning Jianshuang looked around to make sure no one was listening, then she leaned slightly closer and said, "You should have called her foster mother."

"Huh?" Bai Xuan raised an eyebrow, a look of shock on his face. "Really? Wait, that's not right... The shopkeeper said he was the ultimate pure love friend... Ugh, I mean, he said he'd only fallen in love with one woman in his life."

He could have paused before 'falling in love', which could be understood as one thing or two things.

In Erlang's memory, the shopkeeper always had a sweet look on his face when recalling his deceased wife, and never mentioned other women.

"This is indeed true." Ning Jianshuang nodded slightly: "Father loves mother very much, and mother also loves father very much..."

"Then what's going on with this nun?"

"She and my father had a childhood marriage, arranged by my grandfather."

"Did she take it seriously?"

"It was our parents' order and the matchmaker's words. We have known each other since childhood and have been inseparable..." Ning Jianshuang recited the lines skillfully: "Nun Jingxuan naturally took it to heart."

"Then the shopkeeper abandoned her and married the Ningguo daughter who had appeared in his life." Bai Xuan stroked his chin, feeling that this plot was very familiar...

Wait, isn’t this a classic re-enactment of the Qingmei losing the battle?

"Ah, isn't this the loser in a romance novel?"

"Father always treated her as his younger sister, called off the engagement, and took all the blame." Ning Jianshuang's words turned into a sigh. "But she was heartbroken and vowed never to marry again. She combed her hair and joined the Baimei School. Over twenty years later, she has become Master Jingxuan... In the end, she was indeed an innocent victim, and my father owed her a lifetime of happiness."

"There's nothing we can do about this." Bai Xuan said calmly, "You can't have the best of both worlds. Someone will always lose in tears. I understand this very well."

After reading comics about party struggles for so many years, there is only one winner in the end. This is the cruel war of love.

"There's a way." Luoluo leaned forward and said with a giggle, "The eldest lady didn't object. He can definitely marry both of them into the family."

Bai Xuan: “…”

It seems so?

You can have two wives here...but I've never been married in the true sense, so I don't really understand.

"There's no point in talking about this now." Ning Jianshuang didn't want to discuss gossip about her parents. "They're already outside. Go and greet them."

After leaving the mourning hall, there was a group of three people standing in the Jiang family compound, all of them were women.

The leader was none other than Nun Jingxuan. She was nearly fifty years old, but she had the secret to maintaining her youthful appearance. She looked no more than forty years old, but her temperament was very cold, like a lone moon in the sky. Her demeanor and clothes exuded a coldness, as cold as ice. Her hair was combed up in a bun, which was different from that of ordinary women. She was a woman who would never marry.

Although it is beautiful, it is not charming at all, and is literally frozen in ice and snow.

At the back were two young women, the older one was twenty years old and the younger one was twenty-eight, they were respectfully serving at the back with their hands hanging down, obviously looking like obedient disciples of a martial arts sect in front of their master, but their eyes were bright and they were looking around.

"I'm Ning Jianshuang, a junior, nice to meet Master Jingxuan." Ning Jianshuang took the initiative to step forward and greet her. His movements were proper and polite, and there was nothing wrong with them.

"Junior Bai Xuan." Bai Xuan saluted with his fists clasped.

He raised his eyes slightly, and seemed to see from Master Jingxuan's subtle expression that the corners of her mouth twitched, as if she was shocked.

"Are you Jiang Baichuan's adopted son?"

Her gaze only stayed on Bai Xuan for a few seconds, but a sense of coldness and oppression followed.

In fact, it was not she herself who brought the sense of oppression, but the illusory white-feathered crane beside her.

This was the second time Bai Xuan had seen it... The last time he saw it was the black tiger beside Huangfu Qinhu, and this time he saw it was Master Jingxuan's white-feathered crane. This should be the 'Dharma image' that only a true master can possess.

"Take me to the mourning hall."

She seemed to be deliberately ignoring Ning Jianshuang beside her.

But Ning Jianshuang didn't care and just kept smiling.

There was even a hint of amusement in the smile.

The reason why Master Jingxuan disliked her was the same as why her father doted on her, because Ning Jianshuang was too much like her biological mother.

Entering the mourning hall, Master Jingxuan looked at the coffin and the mourning clothes in the hall, stood there, and was stunned for a while.

"So he's really dead."

There was no relief or joy in her tone, only melancholy.

"You all go out, I want to talk to him alone for a while."

……

"This is the first time I've seen Master look like that." said the second female disciple of the Baimei School.

"That's because you're inexperienced." The number one female disciple of the Baimei School said, "I've seen the same expression on the faces of my first uncle, third uncle, and fifth uncle."

"Senior sister is so amazing."

"It's nothing. Next time, go down the mountain with the older sisters a few more times, and you'll see it..."

The number one female disciple of the Baimei School showed an expression of tiredness, which would make a man feel painful.

On the other side.

Bai Xuan lowered his voice and asked, "What on earth did the Baimei Sect do to make these female disciples so disrespectful to their teachers?"

Ning Jianshuang maintained a proper smile: "That's not disrespectful, it's more like self-mockery. It's precisely because I respect and understand my teachers that I can empathize with them."

"What do you mean?"

"To put it simply..." Ning Jianshuang's smile became a little presumptuous: "The Baimei faction is a gathering place for people like that."

"Which kind?"

"I think the metaphor Erlang just used is very apt." Miss Ning smiled like a flower: "Loser."

(End of this chapter)