A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 99 Funeral
"After all, it was me who harmed this child..." Xiao Zongting said, with a look of self-blame on his face.

He recalled that when his wife was pregnant, she was too worried about his safety and died of dystocia! Although Xiao Baiqiao saved his life, he also suffered from a chronic illness!

Ruan Fengshan was afraid that if he continued to talk about this topic, it would cause Xiao Zongting to recall the past, so he immediately changed the subject and asked, "Have you asked someone to check the date of the burial?"

"I've asked Mr. Li from East Street to check it out. He originally chose 6:15 today!" A trace of worry flashed across Xiao Zongting's face. "But it just so happened that there was a big case in the government office! I don't know if I can leave the city at that time?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem. People were able to enter and exit the city gate yesterday, but the inspection was stricter!" Ruan Fengshan said, and after a moment of silence, he said, "How about this, I will go to the county office in person and ask the county magistrate for the truth. I must ensure that the child can be buried outside the city on time!"

"If so, I will be grateful to the shopkeeper!" Xiao Zongting said emotionally, clasping his fists.

"Mr. Xiao has devoted his whole life to the Escort Agency. This is what I should do!"

Xiao Zongting personally escorted Ruan Fengshan out, and Ruan Fengshan, along with his five wives and concubines, walked out in a huge crowd...

Ruan Fengshan had just left for an incense stick of time when Luan Jingfu and his son Luan Bao also rushed over to pay their respects!
The mourning hall had been closed for three days, and Luan Jingfu had not come to pay his respects. This morning he received a letter saying that Ruan Fengshan had returned late last night, and had brought his five wives and concubines to the Xiao clan's courtyard to pay his respects and perform the rituals!
He just came here eagerly to make up for the loss!
Luan Jingfu and his son were very polite and brought wreaths and elegiac couplets. After they performed their greetings in front of the coffin, Xiao Yu also returned the greetings as usual!

Xiao Yu naturally knew that when he was just starting to arrange his sister's funeral, Luan Jingfu secretly tripped him up and told him not to let anyone help her!
But grudges are grudges, and etiquette is etiquette!
Since Luan Jingfu came with such courtesy, she would naturally give him enough face.

Luan Jingfu stood in front of the mourning hall and said, "Niece Xiao, life is unpredictable, you don't have to be too sad!"

"Thank you, Uncle Luan, for your concern. What happened happened suddenly. I am grateful for your help. Xiao Yu will be grateful for the rest of her life!" Xiao Yu spoke softly with a normal look in her eyes.

But Luan Jingfu's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he thought to himself: This girl has such a sharp tongue.

He could naturally hear that what Xiao Yu was talking about was that Luan Jingfu secretly asked people to instruct the escorts not to help her while Ruan Fengshan was away.

Luan Jingfu looked a little embarrassed. He stopped talking and left with Luan Bao.

Duan Rong did not go to the coffin to talk to Xiao Yu and Zhu Xiaoqi. He just went to the inner room of the main hall, chatted with Xiao Zongting for a few words, and then left.

Duan Rong returned to the dormitory. With nothing to do, he closed the doors and windows and began to practice the Mang Niu sword technique that he had already digested and absorbed!
Once this set of martial arts is performed, it really has the momentum to crush everything in its path!
This is exactly what the word "mang" (reckless) means. It attacks recklessly, even exposing the flaws in its physical skills in pursuit of killing.

As Duan Rong fought, he gradually realized that the predecessor who created this set of swordsmanship probably believed that offense is the best defense!

Move forward courageously and leave no way back!
"He's a bit stubborn, no wonder it's called the Bull Knife Technique!"

After Duan Rong finished his set of skills, he stood with a knife in his hand, his eyes shining. This set of knife skills was so powerful that each move was more fierce than the last. If he hadn't used the Cloud Snake Step and dodged from time to time, his dormitory would have been demolished with just a few sword strikes.

"This set of swordsmanship is still useful in one-on-one situations. But if it encounters a group attack, or two people besieging it, it will immediately be full of flaws! In this comparison, the Five Tigers and Sheep Sword is better. At least the Five Tigers and Sheep Sword has no obvious flaws or weaknesses."

Duan Rong sheathed his sword. He had now digested and absorbed three sword techniques. In addition to the Five Tigers and Sheep Sword, there were also the Yellow Spring Sword Technique and the Wild Bull Sword Technique.

These two sets of swordsmanship, one is good at defense, the other is good at attack. Although they both have their merits, they are too narrow and not as broad as the Five Tigers and Sheep Swords!
After Duan Rong had mastered the swordsmanship, it was time for the part that interested him the most, which was the mastery-level bone-shrinking skill that he had absorbed from the longevity lock on Zi Jie Lei's neck!

He could see with his own eyes how powerful the clavicle technique was!
This is definitely an unconventional martial art, and it even has some of the flavor of Qimen Tunjia.

Duan Rong stood in front of the bed, and suddenly his legs bent, his shoulders turned abruptly, and his hands drooped naturally in front of him like Sadako...

Duan Rong's face suddenly changed, he bared his teeth and gasped, cold sweat oozing out of his forehead.

"Shit! It's dislocated!"

Fortunately, the bone-shrinking technique allows for strange movements of various joints, and Duan Rong used it to reconnect his two dislocated arms!

The bone-shrinking technique requires very high mobility of the joints and ligaments. Although he has digested and absorbed the mastery level, he has never practiced it. Now if he suddenly performs it, how can his joints withstand it?
"This amazing skill needs to be practiced slowly and gradually displayed!"

Duan Rong figured out the reason and started practicing hard in the dormitory!
Duan Rong was doing all kinds of weird postures in the cramped dormitory. His body flexibility was average, and he was already sixteen years old.

Now, it is past the best age to practice clavicle exercises.

However, as long as he can endure the hardship and shed some skin, he will be able to succeed!
Duan Rong had only practiced for a while when he began to grimace in pain, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead... As he practiced, Duan Rong's eyes had become somewhat crazy, and he forced out all his ruthlessness!

Duan Rong practiced in the dormitory, masochistically, until it was almost noon, when he stopped!
There was already a small pool of shiny sweat on the ground where he was standing!

Duan Rong took a breath, and when his bones moved, there was a creaking sound!
That's the sound of ligament fascia friction!

Duan Rong fetched some clean water, washed himself, then left the dormitory and went to Xiao Zongting's courtyard.

Xiao Baiqiao's funeral will be held at 6:15 pm, and he has to rush over to attend the funeral!

And now that the city is under strict inspection, the time for opening the coffin will definitely be advanced.

When Duan Rong arrived at Xiao Zongting's courtyard, there were already quite a few people standing in the yard, and more people were coming in one after another!

At the beginning of the evening, the yard was already full of people, a sea of black, and seemed a little crowded.

Before the funeral, the coffin must be nailed!

The list of people who would carry the coffin and nail the coffin was selected by Mr. Xiao himself.

Among the six people who were nailed to the crossbow, one of them was Duan Rong!
The other five people were all wearing escort uniforms, but Duan Rong didn't recognize any of them.

Six people lifted the coffin lid and closed it!

Duan Rong took a last look at the profile of Xiao Baiqiao lying in the coffin, and his heart ached uncontrollably!
The moment the coffin was closed, Xiao Yu and Zhu Xiaoqi, who were standing nearby, burst into tears.

The funeral procession was presided over by a tall and thin middle-aged man who wore a melon-shaped hat and had a gray goatee. Although he was thin, his voice was unusually powerful and deep!
"Nail it up!"

"fall!"

Duan Rong and the other six people had already taken hammers and coffin nails and stood in their respective positions. As soon as they heard the command, they immediately swung their hammers and smashed down!
Although all six of them were warriors, no one was concentrating on internal energy at this time. They were purely using muscles to exert force, and they had to control the strength well and drop the hammer three times to complete the ritual.

"Fall again!"

"Three falls!"

"The nails have been put on, get ready to open the coffin!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, people carrying the coffin came over.

Duan Rong was the only person on both the list of nailing the coffin and the list of carrying the coffin. After he finished nailing the coffin, he put the hammer on the table beside him. When he came over to carry the coffin, a dozen people had already pushed and shoved into position!
These ten or so men were all dressed as bodyguards. They all wanted to grab the position of the coffin head and there was a shoveling. Finally, it was snatched away by a big fat man with a lot of flesh on his face. The fat on that man's face was round and plump. He raised his arms and carried the coffin head on his shoulders behind his head. Because he was a strong man, he was the only one squatting in front of the coffin head.

The rest of the people squatted on both sides of the coffin and supported the coffin with one shoulder.

When Duan Rong saw Zhao Mu, he walked over, stood beside Zhao Mu, squatted down, and placed his right shoulder under the coffin!
"preparation!"

"one two Three!"

"rise!"

Following the host's shout, the people carrying the coffin suddenly exerted force, pushed their legs and stood up, and the heavy coffin became stable!
Two of the three benches that were originally under the coffin fell down in an instant!

"Let's go!" The host roared, his voice like a bell!

The suona strings then started to sound!

The dark coffin was carried out of the mourning hall with the slow footsteps of the coffin bearers!
Firecrackers clear the way and paper money scatters!

There was a lot of crying!
(End of this chapter)