Chapter Sixty-Four: The Twin Heroes of Gan Ma Mountain

iar.Although the Zhan Yu Army was responsible for guarding the capital, was it necessary for them to independently investigate Jiang Wang Shouldn't Qi Ting have done this before the investiture ceremo...It is said that Xu Xiangqian led the coffin up the mountain, but encountered unexpected circumstances.

This is a test.

Gǎnmǎ Shān is a not very high burial mound.

The path up the mountain is only one, not narrow but certainly too small to allow two funeral processions to pass abreast.

As Xu Fang was carrying the coffin up the mountain, he happened to meet a family who were coming down the mountain after finishing the funeral.

This batch is much larger.

...bearing white flags, carrying paper lanterns, holding incense burners, blowing trumpets and playing music... the coffin had already been buried, but we couldn't see it.

Pallbearers and mourners walked together, a grand procession of some forty to fifty people. It seemed to be the funeral of a wealthy family.

Xu Xiangqian raised two paper people in each hand in the middle of the road. Compared to each other, they seemed particularly lonely.

"A ferocious ogre cleaves the way, carrying a golden axe. A ghostly figure wanders in confusion, brandishing a silver spear."

He shouted, “Make way, make way!”

This is not rude, but it means paving the way for the funeral procession.

Ghosts are also deities, and dangers are also manifestations. The "opening path ghost" and "dangerous path god" are actually the "opening path god" and "manifestation path god". During funerals, they walk at the front of the procession, responsible for guiding and dispelling evil spirits.

These two gods are undoubtedly respected, confirmed and worshipped in the rituals acknowledged by humanity in this world. They belong to relatively orthodox existences within Shinto. However, orthodoxy does not necessarily indicate strength, and even evil gods who are subject to licentious worship are not necessarily weak.

From a divine standpoint alone, they are no match for the White Bone Venerable God.

Of course, here, leading the funeral procession is merely using the names of these two gods as a pretense. It's not as if one can truly command them.

Logically speaking, the opening remarks have been made, and the other party should give way. After all, this side is going uphill, while the other side is coming downhill. This side is still carrying the coffin, while the other side has already been buried.

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That is the reason, but not everyone pays attention to it.

Across from him sat a young man with a slicked-back hairstyle, probably used to being pampered and unable to handle hardship. He sat alone on a palanquin.

It is difficult for a person to ride in a palanquin unless he gets out of it.

Perhaps because they held themselves in high regard, perhaps because they had a large following.

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He pointed at Xu Xiang and shouted from afar, "Cut the crap and get out of the way!"

“You’re being unreasonable!” one of the bearers carrying the coffin couldn’t help but speak up. “Generally, when there are people ascending and descending, those going downhill give way to those going uphill. Those who have already passed on make way for those about to pass on. Are we supposed to stop carrying the coffin for you”

Along the way, Xu Xiangqian had secretly exerted his strength. Otherwise, the two young men carrying the coffin wouldn't have felt so lighthearted.

At this moment, he is full of righteous indignation and vigor.

"Hey! Are you still up for it!" The slick young man slapped the armrest: "Get a few strong guys out here!"

Several burly men jostled their way to the front of the crowd.

He shouted, "Don't even think about it! Take this!"

On the mountain path, the two pallbearers were suddenly speechless. They stopped and moved the coffin to the side.

Xu Xiangqian held up a paper man and stopped them with his hand: "Don't move!"

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He looked down on the person opposite him: "Who are you! Where are you from, acting so arrogant"

"Ha, there's still someone who dares to play tricks on me" The slick young master perked up, taking this as amusement and sneered: "Tell him who I am!"

A lackey immediately spoke up, "My master is a high-ranking official in the General's Office and a distinguished guest at the Inspectorate! Those street ruffians, gangsters, and even merchants like Huang Laoqi are all my master's buddies. Ask anyone in both the black and white worlds! There aren't many heroes of his age ruling over the land of Linzi."

Wow, that sounds really creepy.

"What a scoundrel!" Xu Xiangqian exclaimed in astonishment.

Before the other party could attack, he let out a cold snort as well: "Tell him too who this young master is!"

The slick young master forced himself to keep his temper in check, and also wanted to hear who this mysterious person was.

Only two pallbearers carrying the coffin looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.

I really don't know who Xu Xiangqian is.

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At this moment, the young man in front of the coffin twitched his ears. It was Xu Xiangqian who secretly whispered to him.

Xu Xiangqian, while transmitting sound, turned his head back and said to him, "Don't worry about scaring them, just tell them!"

Facing Xu Xiangqian's encouraging gaze, the young man bravely said: "Li Longchuan from Cui Cheng Houfu is a good friend of my master. Chong Xuan Sheng from Bo望 Houfu asked to be friends with him. The grandson of Grand Minister Yan, always treated him to drinks and paid his bills. He graduated from one of the four top academies in the world. In all of Linzi, there isn't anyone of his age who he needs to bow down to..."

Xu Xiangqian would repeat whatever he heard, word for word.

But the more I said, the more uneasy I felt, and the less confident I became... This bull is too big, there's no truth to it at all.

The slick young man initially seemed interested, but as he heard more, only a cold smile remained on his face.

Just one Such a person, does he even deserve to have people escort his funeral procession Such a person, would his family and friends bury him here in this barren mountain

Gǎnmǎshān this cemetery is considered quite good, but that depends on what you're comparing it to!

"Damn it, hammer them to death for me!" The slick young master pointed angrily ahead: "They can brag so much, make them kneel here and repeat this sentence a thousand times!"

Several burly men rushed forward.

Just at that moment, Jiang Wangcha arrived and saw this scene.

“Stop!” Xu Xiangqian’s sudden shout made the other side pause in astonishment.

He turned around and saw Jiang Wang coming over: "Come here quickly, I can't get my hands free!"

And then, turning his head, he roared: “Today, the two legendary heroes of Ma Shan are here. Who dares to make a move!”

Jiang Wang felt a cold sweat on his forehead.

It's really self-reporting to be the "Double Pride of Ma Shan," what kind of boring hobby...or taste

When the paper figure lands, it's in position. Xu Fang's position was naturally not there yet, so Xu Xiangqian really couldn't spare a "hand", but facing these people opposite him, he didn't need to move a "hand" at all. He was simply lazy, and this was one of his many "boredoms".

However, Jiang Wang couldn't simply let Xu Fang's body remain in the coffin.

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Therefore, taking a step forward, he would administer a light reprimand.

But the slick young man across from him shouted first, "Wait!"

His voice was shaking now.

He scrambled down from his throne and rushed toward Jiang Wang... Behind him, the so-called "porter," bowed deeply: "Master Zheng..."

The coolie stepped forward and kicked him over with a foot: “I'm also someone you have the right to greet”

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"Yes, yes, yes." The slick young man scrambled to his feet and bowed deeply. "I was out of line, I apologize!"

He was fortunate enough to have seen this man, knowing all sorts of scoundrels like "Pípí Sān," "Hùn Shān Hǔ," and "Huáng Lǎo Qī." In front of this man, they didn't even deserve the right to sit down.

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And the "porter" himself was extremely indignant, for he knew his identity could no longer be concealed. He glared coldly at the group behind him: "Carrying the dead is a job on Carrying Horse Mountain, you sit quite comfortably there, anxious to be carried"

The oil-shining young master immediately knelt down again, kowtowing and saying, "I dare not, I dare not."

The porter kicked him again, yelling, “Get out!”

This oily young master didn't dare to utter a word, he slunk past Xu Fang's coffin and then threw himself on the ground, really rolling down the mountain.

The group of people who accompanied him didn't dare to speak. Everything, from the white banners and incense burners to the mourning lamps, were all taken away. Each one of them scurried away from the side, their tails between their legs, heading down the mountain.

The porter turned around and saw a smile on Jiang Wang's face.

That smile was very wicked.

"I've changed my mind, you can go now."

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Jiang Wang said, "I don't need to know your name. But you should be clear that from now on, your identity is no longer a secret to me and Chong Xuan Sheng."

The porter looked at him for a moment, but finally turned and walked away without a word.

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