I can start with eternal life and summon the ancestors of China!

The mountains are blue and the morning mist is hazy. A suona pierces the tranquility of the mountains, followed by bursts of crying.

The funeral procession slowly drove out of the seaside village. In the procession, a young man in blue clothes played the suona skillfully.

He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a handsome face, and a hint of scholarly air. There was a white flag on his back and a big black dog followed him. It was Chen Ning!

A mournful suona sound came out of his mouth, suppressing the gongs and drums, and igniting the sadness of the funeral procession.

Looking at his thin body, the drummer was a little worried whether Chen Ning could keep up with the rhythm.

Rhythm? It doesn't exist!

Among all kinds of musical instruments, suona is the king. Whether I am ascending to heaven or getting married, when the suona sounds, I am the rhythm.

Chen Ning showed off his skills a little bit, and the shocked drummer uncle praised Chen Ning for having the skills to bury the emperor!

"Our Seaside Village propaganda team is finally complete again."

The drummer uncle sighed slightly, because the person being buried this time was the suona player from Haibin Village.

The position of trumpeter in Haibin Village's propaganda team has been vacant for quite some time.

As long as this funeral is done well, Chen Ning will be able to gain a foothold in Haibin Village and officially become a member of the propaganda team.

Mixed in with the sound of the suona were Heizi's roars. Although the notes were not so harmonious, with the cooperation of Chen Ning and Heizi, they seemed just right.

As the funeral procession went up the mountain, the coffin was finally placed in the tomb and the Taoist priest finished reciting the scriptures.

Chen Ning and the drum team played another song "Blue Sky Song":

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, there is no way back..."

Finally, everything was over, and Chen Ning successfully joined the Haibin Village propaganda team. As the team returned to the village for their last meal, he and Heizi sat at the table with the professional team.

Logically speaking, drinking, chatting and bragging at the table should be a process.

However, today, because of Chen Ning's joining, there was a change. Just when the drummer uncle and the others were drinking, chatting and bragging.

Chen Ning and Heizi were so busy eating that their eating habits weren't bad, but they were incredibly efficient. In the blink of an eye, half of the food on the table was gone.

The drummers and the others exclaimed that Chen Ning was such a terrifying kid that they stopped drinking and bragging and immediately joined in the eating.

In less than half an hour, Chen Ning touched Yueyuan's belly and walked towards the back mountain of Haibin Village with Heizi.

Before leaving, Heizi put the last chicken leg on the table into his mouth.

"You black guy, you are so cunning, you even thought of saving dinner for yourself?!"

Chen Ning called Heizi so cunning!

"Wang!"

A man and a dog walked to the hillside behind the mountain. On a small open space, a thatched hut stood quietly, and in front of the door grew a plum tree.

When Chen Ning passed by the plum tree, he picked a plum and took a bite. The bitter juice instantly exploded in his mouth.

But after the bitterness, a hint of sweetness came from the tip of the tongue and flowed into the heart.

Oh, after all the hardship comes happiness?

When Heizi saw Chen Ning eating alone, he glanced at Chen Ning with disdain, then bent his four legs slightly and exerted force suddenly.

"Whoosh"!

A black shadow jumped high up, picked up a plum with its huge dog mouth and started chewing it.

It’s okay if you don’t eat it, but once you eat it, the haters will curse you even more!

“Woo woo… Woof!!”

It's bitter and astringent, so damn disgusting!

"Haha, ugh!"

Seeing that Heizi had been fooled, Chen Ning couldn't help but burst out laughing, and spat out the plum in his mouth as quickly as possible!

"Wang!"

I really don't know who the real dog is! Heizi walked into the house cursing, and saw him writing something furtively in his little notebook.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Chen Ning lay comfortably on the small lounge chair in front of the house, humming a relaxing tune with a relaxed look on his face.

This is life. What if you were invincible? What if you reached the highest peak of the immortal path? You're still alive, and perhaps even less happy than you are now!

At this time, a big man walked up from the foot of the mountain with a small cloth bag in his hand. It was the drummer uncle who had talked to Chen Ning before.

"Chen Ning, I brought you some brown rice. It's not much, about ten pounds. Don't think it's too little."

Chen Ning was moved. Perhaps this was why so many powerful people would rather sacrifice their own lives to protect the grassroots of the human race.

"How could that be? Thank you, Uncle Dazhuang. I'm new here, so I won't be polite with you."

While thanking Uncle Dazhuang, Chen Ning started to cook dinner and wanted to keep Uncle Dazhuang for dinner.

But Uncle Dazhuang put down the bag and turned to leave: "Don't be so polite. We just had dinner, what are you cooking for dinner? Uncle, I'm leaving now. I'll call you next time there's a wedding or funeral."

"Okay, thank you uncle!"

There are still many good people in the world! Chen Ning sighed in his heart.

As soon as Uncle Dazhuang left, other uncles and aunts from the foot of the mountain, some carrying wild vegetables, some carrying chickens and ducks, and some carrying a can of rapeseed oil, all came over to take care of the young man who was only accompanied by a black dog.

Chen Ning was extremely moved by this and secretly vowed in his heart: Don't worry, uncles and aunts, I, Chen Ning, will definitely send you all away and leave this village.

The days that followed were simple, and Chen Ning completely forgot his identity as a cultivator.

During the day, Chen Ning took Heizi into the mountains to hunt, making traps to catch wild animals like an ordinary hunter.

At night, Chen Ning took advantage of the tranquility of the moonlight to meditate and practice. Regarding cultivation, Chen Ning had never been anxious, always taking things as they came, never forcing a breakthrough.

This cycle repeated itself year after year, and Chen Ning's reputation as a funeral director gradually spread throughout the area within a thousand miles of Haibin Village.

It's worth mentioning that, perhaps due to its proximity to the East Sea of ​​the Demonic Realm, this area surprisingly saw few cultivators coming. Consequently, the mortals living there were surprisingly untroubled by the war. Chen Ning was also happy with this, believing that out of sight, out of mind.

During this period, due to the opening of the Changsheng Conference, Chen Ning also learned about the affairs of the immortal world. The war in the mortal world was all because the current human imperial clan, the Ji clan, made a deal with the high-level leaders of the gods and demons.

The content of the deal was: the two tribes of gods and demons would launch a suicide attack to capture Daqin. Their purpose was naturally not to really capture Daqin. Due to the laws of nature, the Qin Emperor was almost invincible in his Daqin territory.

Despite knowing it was futile, the gods and demons continued their attacks, intent on neutralizing the Heavenly Dao within the Great Qin. The Heavenly Dao of the gods, demons, and humans, as well as the gods, was truly perfect, the true Great Dao of Heaven. It would not favor one side over the other. However, the Heavenly Dao of the Great Qin, having only just emerged, required a proxy.

It was obvious that the Qin Emperor was the agent chosen by the Heavenly Dao. Energy was conserved. As long as the Great Dao within the Qin territory was continuously absorbed by the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao had a certain degree of self-preservation power, then the so-called agent would be nothing more than a joke.

In exchange, the condition offered by Emperor Ji Qianhuang was the weak innate original energy in the human body. This was something extremely attractive to the high-ranking officials of the gods and demons whose time was approaching.

However, this would require the lives of countless mortals to fill the gap!