Practice Remembering You

"But is there anything else?" Zhang Yu asked puzzledly.

"I suddenly remembered that there are some places for storing supplies in this sect." Zhu Ziwen said to Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu responded immediately: "The people in Xieshan Sect are short-sighted. As a sect, they don't even know that they should save money in normal times, so that when they encounter a crisis or a critical moment of breakthrough, they can quickly get resources to help them.

But they are better. They use the cultivation resources at will, without any sense of crisis. They are greedy from top to bottom, leaving the sect with empty resources.

This is not just for fun, they are competing with each other and showing off their strength. As this situation worsens, in order to quickly improve their strength, almost all of the sect practice magic skills. "

"Okay, okay!" Zhu Ziwen laughed and then flew away.

Watching Zhu Ziwen's back quickly disappearing into the horizon, Zhang Yu knew that the matter was completely over and he no longer had to worry about the revenge of the Xieshan Sect.

So he returned to the city.

Zhang Yu had just returned to the City Lord's Mansion when he saw his wife looking at him anxiously.

With Mo Xue's intelligence, she was able to find clues from her recent actions and realized that a strong man was coming, so Zhang Yu stepped forward to comfort her.

"They are all minor issues. I have already talked to Zhu Da about it. He has taken full responsibility for the matter. With his help, the problem will definitely be solved. You don't have to worry about your husband being in danger."

After listening to this, Mo Xue felt relieved.

At this moment, a servant came in from outside the door. This servant was not from Zhang Yu, Mo Xue and Zhang Ran, but was serving their father Zhang Jinshi.

The servant had a hint of hesitation on his face, as if he didn't know how to put it.

Mo Xue asked: "But what happened? You can tell me."

Soon, the servant told the news that Mr. Zhang had passed away.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yu and Mo Xue took Zhang Ran there without saying a word.

After Mr. Zhang passed away, his children and family members were busy running around and wearing mourning clothes.

At Mr. Zhang's funeral, there were cries everywhere. Everyone who was related to him by blood was crying their hearts out, especially when they saw Zhang Yu coming. They almost wanted to faint.

In addition to these people, the servants were also asked to cry with him in the back, and there were also some people who were not familiar with Mr. Zhang at all, who also cried with him.

This made Zhang Yu's head pound. First of all, this was neither an accidental death nor a death from illness, but a pure natural death from old age. This was a happy funeral. Was it necessary to do this?

Besides, except for the closest blood relatives, the "crying" of others is too fake. It is completely meaningless. Most of them have not even had contact with Mr. Zhang a few times, so how can they have such feelings? It is better not to torment the servants.

So Zhang Yu prepared to stop this behavior, but Zhang Yu certainly did not use the stupidest method, such as directly ordering everyone not to cry, but instead used his identity as a cultivator to do it.

Zhang Yu asked everyone to be quiet at that time.

When they heard Zhang Yu speak, most of the people stopped.

At this time, the parents looked back at Zhang Yu with confusion in their eyes.

Zhang Yu stared at the top of his grandfather's body in front of him, as if there was something there, and continued, "My grandfather is watching you all. He's almost made his voice hoarse. Please don't cry like that. He died of old age, his soul is intact, and he will be reincarnated a thousand years later."

Zhang Yu is an immortal, so everyone obviously believed what he said. Mortals cannot see souls, but immortals can obviously see them.

Zhang Yu continued, "Grandpa asked me to tell everyone to stop looking sad and stand up and smile at him."

After saying that, Zhang Yu took the lead and smiled at the top of his grandfather's body.

Seeing this, everyone followed Zhang Yu's action.

Then Zhang Yu's gaze gradually looked up into the sky. Everyone didn't understand. Although they couldn't see it, they knew they were right to follow Zhang Yu's gaze.

After a moment, Zhang Yu took a deep breath and said, "Grandpa is gone forever. Let's close the coffin."

Afterwards, the originally complicated funeral was greatly simplified by Zhang Yu.

(Because the news of Zhang Yu's action spread, funerals outside became much simpler. After all, funerals of immortals are like this. Once the soul is gone, it's over. There is no need for the previous customs, which are cumbersome and useless.)

After that the coffin is covered and buried.

When things were halfway done, Zhu Ziwen had already come back after dealing with the matter at Xieshan Gate. When he saw this kind of thing happening in the city, he raised his eyebrows, thinking it was a coincidence.

When Zhang Yu saw Zhu Ziwen, he was about to step forward and salute, but Zhu Ziwen stopped him with his hand: "My condolences, you should deal with these things first. I came here to tell you that the matters of Xieshanmen have been dealt with, so you don't have to worry about it in the future.

If anyone asks you about Xieshanmen later, just don't forget the words we agreed upon."

After saying that, Zhu Ziwen left.

After all, he was a high-level cultivator, so it was okay for him to love and care for these mortals, but it was impossible for him to do something "bowed" to mortals, because that would be against the Tian Gang.

After the funeral, Zhang Yu returned to the City Lord's Mansion. He did not practice in this free time as usual, but sat on a stone chair in a daze.

Seeing Zhang Yu like this, Mo Xue thought that Zhang Yu was still too sad about this matter, so she went forward to accompany him and kept comforting him.

Zhang Yu held Mo Xue in his arms and said, "Madam, actually when I first got married to you, I thought I was mentally prepared and could face the death of my family calmly.

But today, when I saw my grandfather pass away, I was really deeply moved. I am a monk, and my life span is destined to be much longer than yours.

And my choice is different from other monks. I choose to stay with my family. Then I will endure what other monks will not endure. Watching all my family members die little by little around me..."

Zhang Yu suddenly stopped talking here, realizing that he had said something he shouldn't have said. He looked down at Mo Xue in his arms and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said this to you."

"Life and death are things that everyone has to face. How come you, a great immortal, have forgotten that we mortals also have to witness the departure of our loved ones?" Mo Xue was quite calm about this matter: "Besides, you and I are different now. We have a child. Zhang Ran is also a cultivator. After I am gone, the child can..."

Zhang Yu couldn't bear to hear such words. He stretched out his hand to block Mo Xue's mouth: "Don't say that, Madam." Then he hugged Mo Xue tightly in his arms and said nothing more.