At the east gate tower of the city, the morning bell rang, and the sound was neither fast nor slow. A total of nineteen times woke up the sleeping border town.

Today is the day when the Golden Sword King Li Qiuyi is in great demise.

The entire Yinyang City is shrouded in a sad atmosphere. This city that has been through war for a long time will send away their heroes today and this heroic era.

The shops and stalls in the city were closed, white lanterns were hung at the doors of every household, and people spontaneously walked onto the streets in plain clothes, lined up in front of the city gates, and continued along the long street for several miles.

A young man who was young and worried, felt the sad atmosphere and asked, "Grandpa, it's very uncomfortable to wear this robe. There are no dead people in our family, why should we wear it like this?"

The middle-aged man said, "Today, we are the hero of our Yinyang City, and the old city lord will be funeral."

The young man said, "Isn't the city lord Li Xiancheng? Yesterday I saw him drinking in Zuixianlou!"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Remember, there is only one city lord in our Yinyang City, that is Li Qiuyi, the King of Golden Sword!"

The boy curled his lips and disagreed. He took out a string of candied haws from his arms and licked them secretly. In his world, nothing is more important than this string of candied haws.

Suddenly, he heard someone beside him crying. The boy knew him, and he was a big worshiper at the city's investment bank. This man's surname was Wang, and he had a good abacus. He was known as the Golden Abacus. He saw him with a tense face on weekdays, but today he lost his composure. The boy was a little gloating.

"Wang Gongfeng, why are you crying?"

The king worshipped, "Thirty years ago, I came to Yinyang City and was desperate. I ran to the city lord's mansion to steal. I was caught by the city lord. I thought I would be done in my life. The city lord Li did not punish me, but instead asked me to go to the money shop to become an apprentice. In the past thirty years, I have always kept in mind the city lord's kindness to me. I have worked in the money shop for thirty years and have not made any mistakes! Today, the city lord Li is so sad that he will drive the crane fairy! Alas!"

Another person also said, "Thanks to the favor of the old city lord, I, Liu Changjin, was originally a tenant farmer in the city lord's mansion. At that time, my family had a strange disease and spent all my savings. I couldn't even pay the rent. Not only did the old city lord not take back the land, I found a doctor to help my family treat the doctor, and waived my three-year rent. I, Liu Changjin, remember such a great kindness for the rest of my life!"

Such a story takes place in every corner of Yinyang City. Everyone remembers Li Qiuyi's good deeds back then. He is not only the lord of Yinyang City, but also the hero of this city, but also an ordinary person among the four squares.

Li Qiuyi was not as tall as Li Xiancheng now. She was like every Yinyang person, carrying a golden knife and a pot of Chishui wine every day, and walking around every street. When ordinary people saw him, they would greet him kindly, sit down and chat about family matters.

He will be happy for a long time if he gets married and has children, and the sow has given birth to a baby. If he meets a few young men and runs to him to ask him for advice on swordsmanship, he will not hide his own personal information and give him some advice.

In the chaotic times, he led Yinyang Yicong, fought south and north, and brought the nineteen cities into Yinyang's governance.

In a peaceful and prosperous era, he left with a knife and quietly lived in a wine shop in Suzhou City. He was selling wine in a restaurant. From the merchants and hotels to the west, he inquired about the stories of Yinyang City and silently protected the nineteen cities.

Today, it is finally time for him to say goodbye to Yinyang City.

Zhao Langjiang did not sleep all night. When it was dawn, he slowly picked up Li Qiuyi's ashes and put them in an ordinary coffin. The coffin was made by Carpenter Li in the east of the city overnight, using ordinary sycamore wood.

Originally, the city lord's mansion sent a golden nanmu coffin, but Zhao Langjiang refused. According to Li Qiuyi's original intention, he asked Zhao Langjiang to scatter his ashes into the head of Yinyang City and into the Chishui River, so that he could integrate with this city that protected his life.

A great official said, "Get up a spirit!"

Everyone stood in sternly.

There is no drum and music, no paper money, only the unyielding eyes of the people in Yinyang.

Zhao Langjiang held the golden sword in both hands and slowly got off the city. Li Xianzhong led the four commanders, dragon, tiger, leopard and wolf, with a solemn face and resisted the coffin on his shoulders. Four hundred Yin Yang Yisong followed closely behind, with armor all over his body.

The whole city is quiet.

God seemed to be moved, and it started to rain in the hot sky for a long time. In the light rain, Zhao Langjiang led the way and walked in the front row. According to the funeral rules of Yinyang City, he took the ashes of the old city lord around the city and said a final farewell to the city.

Not far away, a figure suddenly flashed out and came to Zhao Langjiang. The man limped on his left foot and limped on his way, but he held a Yinyang City Flag in his hand and followed behind the coffin.

Since Yinyang surrendered to the Ming Dynasty, the Sun and Moon Flags have been hung on the top of Yinyang City. The Yinyang City Flags have been completely destroyed and are now extremely difficult to see.

Some people recognized that this person was Li Bo, who was selling Yangchun noodles in Baihufang. The young boy who Yin Yang Yi brought the flag to the old city lord. Every time he fought, Li Bo's war horse followed Li Qiuyi, in Longju City. He was shot by a stray arrow, infected with the wound, leaving him disabled.

Today, when I saw off to the old city lord, he carried the ragged banner and appeared behind the King of Golden Sword again, just as he did back then.

The whole long street was solemn. Wherever Zhao Langjiang went, people consciously gave up a passage. After passing through, they spontaneously followed the funeral procession.

Zhao Langjiang came to the gate of the city lord's mansion.

The gate of the city lord's mansion is wide open.

Li Xiancheng was wearing a numb dress and a white towel on his head. With the help of several servants, his eyes were red and tears were in his eyes. It is said that Li Chengzhu was too sad these days and fainted several times.

Li Xiancheng bowed to the King of Golden Swords at the gate of the city lord's mansion. With his son Li Renjie, he held the coffin left and right and joined the team to see him off. One hour later, the team circled around the city and lined up from the east gate of Yinyang City.

I don't know who suddenly cried out.

Suddenly, the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time erupted like a mountain torrent. The entire Yinyang people burst into tears and the sound spread for dozens of miles. They knew that the old city lord would never come back when he left Yinyang City.

For safety reasons, the farewell team, except for the four hundred white horses, only more than a thousand people were released. Only one thousand people were swaying towards the pavilion ten miles east of the city.

Ten-mile pavilion.

After dozens of craftsmen working day and night, a magnificent ancestral hall was built with the words "Yinyang King Temple" written on it. On one side of the pavilion, there was a tower more than ten feet high, with the words "Golden Sword Platform" written on it. The calligraphy on these two plaques is vigorous, wandering dragons and phoenixes, and is extremely powerful. It was written by Yu Wen Tianlu, the commander-in-chief of the West.

The eunuch Gao Yuangao sent by the imperial court to the imperial court had been waiting for a long time.

He came from the capital, representing the face of the emperor. When he came to Yinyang City, he not only did not receive entertainment, but stayed here for three days. Except for the prefect Cao Zhi who called him to send his favor, there were no one else who came to greet him, and his face was already unhappy.

A gust of wind blew, bringing a drizzle, falling on Eunuch Gao's long crown. Gao Yuan raised his hand and slapped the little eunuch holding an umbrella, "A slave who is not open can't even beat an umbrella!"

The little eunuch was slapped and reached out to cover it. Unexpectedly, the umbrella fell to one side, making Eunuch Gao penetrate into a clear air, making him angry. Yuwen Tianlu said, "Eunuch Gao is elegant, why can't you get along with your servants?"

For this great governor, Eunuch Gao felt a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart. People who don’t know the truth would think that he was kind and had a good temper. However, he had been in the capital for a long time and had already experienced Yuwen Tianlu’s thunderous methods. After hearing what he said, Gao Yuan had to give up and change the topic, "This Yinyang City is so big, a dead person named a prince for no reason, and even asked you and me to wait for so long. It’s really outrageous."

Yuwen Tianlu said, "My father-in-law has been in the palace for a long time and does not know the affairs of the world. Your Majesty has this order and also has the intention to appease the people of Yinyang."

Gao Yuan sighed, "The Grand Governor has shared his worries for His Majesty throughout his life. He has made great contributions to the great war in the south and north. In the end, he has only been granted a duke. Even Marshal Xue has also given him a prince. It is not worth it for our family to serve the Grand Governor!"

Yuwen Tianlu looked at Gao Yuan and despised him. Gao Yuan ranked last among the four major prisons and liked to provoke right and wrong the most. Then he took advantage of the troubled waters and tried his best to extort the matter on the grounds of reporting to the emperor. Many officials have suffered a lot over the years, so he said, "Thunder, rain and dew are all kindness. Your Majesty's dictatorial heart is naturally his profound meaning."

After the rain, the sky is clear.

A group of people, nearly a thousand people, rushed towards the ten-mile pavilion.

Gao Yuan saw this and said in surprise, "So many people, can Yinyang City want to rebel?" Seeing that all the people came in white, he felt a little calm. When everyone came to support the coffin, a small eunuch sang loudly, "The imperial edict is here!"

Everyone knelt down together.

Yuwen Tianluwei turned sideways and stood behind Gao Yuan.

Zhao Langjiang alone does not kneel.

This move surprised Gao Yuan. Over the years, whether it was the emperor's imperial edict or oral edict, the man who did not kneel down without kneeling after hearing it. If it was spread to the capital, it would be a crime of beheading.

His face was gloomy, "Why don't you kneel?"

Zhao Langjiang said nothing.

Gao Yuan was about to kill the Longwu Army general to capture him, but Yuwen Tianlu stopped him and said, "Eunuch Gao, please announce the order." Gao Yuan said, "This man despises His Majesty's dragon power. If he does not do anything, where is the emperor's majesty?"

Yuwen Tianlu said, "He is different."

As he said, he said something in his ear. Eunuch Gao was shocked, and then he gave up. He opened the imperial edict and said, "The emperor followed the heavens and inherited the imperial edict. He said: Since ancient times, the emperor has pacified the world, and has been appointed as the military ministers, and the seas and rivers are clear, so that the important officials in Yinyang, Li Jindao, was born in a wild and powerful family. However, he really surrendered to the wise ruler to return to the Ming Dynasty. I remember his merits, so I enthroned him as King Yinyang, posthumously posthumously, and established a ancestral temple for thousands of years. I admire this!"

Everyone shouted long live the mountain.

Li Qiuyi had no descendants. This kind of title of king after his death was just a means for the court to posthumously granted meritorious ministers and win over the people of the world. This title cannot be passed on to the next city lord, so it has no substantial significance.

The ceremony of the burial was divided into two parts, and the coffin was invited and a golden knife was hung. One was to bury his coffin at the Yinyang King Temple, and the second was to hold a hanging knife ceremony. Zhao Langjiang hung Li Qiuyi's golden knife on the golden knife platform, and used the golden knife to protect Yinyang forever.

Xiao Jinyan and Li Qingcheng were hiding in the crowd, watching the movements around him. If Li Xian really designed a plan to assassinate Yuwen Tianlu or Zhao Langjiang, this matter should be ambushed, but Xiao Jinyan had already sensed the power of the funeral. In addition to Bai Ma Yi, there were several masters in Zhixuan Realm.

The entire Ten Mile Pavilion, except for Li Xiancheng and Yuwen Tianlu, there was no other Tongxiang master's true energy fluctuation, which made the two of them a little puzzled. Among these people, they also found a few Hu people who were mixed up, some of them were similar to the Northern Zhou deceased soldiers they mentioned, but these people, let alone kill Yuwen Tianlu, may not be able to succeed even if they wanted to kill Xiao Jinyan.

Li Qingcheng pointed at the Golden Knife Platform, "Is there something wrong with this Golden Knife Platform?"

"Since Ha Jiangyi reminded Zhao Langjiang, those white horses will naturally send people to investigate in advance. Even if there is a problem, it has been solved long ago, but why do I feel that something is inappropriate?"

“We must have missed somewhere.”

At this time, a guru shouted, "The time is here, please give me a coffin!"

Li Xianzhong led four commanders to carry Li Qiuyi's coffin, Zhao Langjiang, Li Xiancheng and his son helped the coffin and slowly walked towards Yinyang King Temple.

The coffin was placed in the temple. After a craftsman sealed the coffin with prepared stone bricks, the guru bowed and immediately said, "Hang a golden knife!"

The Golden Knife Platform is ten feet high and stands on the west side of the Ten Mile Pavilion. There is a city in the distance. From then on, you can see the entire Yinyang City. There is a stream near you, with birds singing and flowers at the bottom of the stream, and the valley singing in secluded.

In front of everyone, Zhao Langjiang raised the golden sword above his head and climbed up the stairs.

Every step, Zhao Langjiang walked very heavily.

Along the way, he encountered countless troubles, defeated countless obstacles, and finally returned the golden sword to Yinyang City. Since then, he has no worries and devoted himself to practicing sword art, just to kill the powerful Xiaochen under the Golden Sword stage and realize his revenge plan.

Three days at the entrance of Yinyang City, he had a further understanding of the city and the inheritance of the Golden Sword.

The golden sword is the guardian.

He is Zhao Langjiang, a wandering wanderer who will definitely not be bound by a city and a pool. Therefore, he will never get the inheritance of the golden sword. But he is Zhao Langjiang, even if he cannot comprehend the golden sword, he can still walk out of his own sword path.

Cross-cut knife.

In the past three days, he was at the top of the city and completely figured it out.

Return the golden sword to Yinyang and let it protect this border town. Sooner or later, this golden sword will find its descendant, stay in Yinyang, and continue his legend.

Zhao Langjiang came to the top of the Jindao Platform.

In full view of everyone, the golden knife was hung on the golden knife platform.

The end of a hero must be the beginning of another legend.

Li Xianzhong shouted, "Yinyang, draw your sword!"

Four hundred white horses all gave sword drawing gifts, saluting the King of Jindao and Zhao Langjiang who had traveled thousands of miles to send the golden sword back. Li Xianzhong, who was standing under the Golden Dao stage, looked very ugly.

Xiao Jinyan and Li Qingchengxin were in their throats, afraid that something would happen on the Golden Sword Platform. It was not until Zhao Langjiang jumped off the Golden Sword Platform that he breathed a sigh of relief.
To be continued...