The next morning.

A trace of fish white came out from the sky. The heavy door of the government office called "Zhila" and was slowly opened. The Bai family and his group walked out slowly.

Xiao Chuanyi, dressed in plain clothes, walked in front, holding a tablet in his hand, with no surname or name written on it, but the four big words "Anti-Yan Heroes" were briefly written.

Everyone in the Bai family was also wearing plain clothes and a small white flower was worn on their temples.

A clean face and a sad expression.

Only Bai Ming was slightly different. She wore the red dragon scale armor given by Huo Shixun, held a magic weapon in her hand, and pedaled combat boots, and was full of heroic and majestic appearance.

However, a white cloth was tied on her arm, which was the filial cloth worn by all the soldiers who were cold in the frontier.

This day, the sky was just right, without a trace of clouds, only the cold wind blew the hair slowly.

When the group walked through the alley and came to the street, the people in plain clothes had already been waiting on both sides of the street.

"Chuanyi, let's go."

Bai Ming called out a little, but Chuanyi just nodded and walked in front of the team with the tablet.

Wei Xiao, Feng Qingchen and others, together with the soldiers, went to the place where the martyrs buried their bones first. At this moment, only this little child presided over the funeral ceremony with a group of female relatives.

Because the martyrs come from all over the world and the funeral customs in various places are not unified, the Bai family army and the people of Qiang City are sending farewell to the martyrs in their own way.

The cold wind made Xiao Chuanyi's face turn red. He was so thin that he looked even thinner in plain clothes.

But as the only male member of the Bai family in Qiang City, he performed his duties well.

So even though he was walking among the vast crowd and even though he was smaller than everyone in the crowd, he held the martyrs' spiritual throne and walked slowly on the streets of Qiang City with his eyes firmly.

Someone was puzzled and asked, "Why is the young master here to hold this tablet?"

Someone answered: "Because some of the dead soldiers have no children, and some of them are in their distant hometown, the young master takes on this duty, and as a male, he performs his duties as a son of men, and also sends them the last journey for those soldiers with no children in the distance, on behalf of their children."

Someone responded: "I am worthy of being the descendant of the old prime minister, a loyal and heroic family!"

Some people also said: "Although the prime minister is old, he is still loyal. As the backbone of the Dongling Mountains, the Bai family has almost been destroyed, but there are descendants who inherit the character of the Bai family."

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This is the second time Xiao Chuanyi has been walking among the crowds surrounded by the streets.

But the mood has long been different.

The first time, he just realized that he had become a child without a father, and before he could hold his mother and cry, he had to tell himself over and over again that he would become his mother's support.

Walking on the street and kneeling at the gate of Zhengyang, he was filled with sadness, but he still had to recall what his mother taught him over and over again.

The second time, he held an unknown tablet representing tens of thousands of fallen soldiers, and he was no longer panic as he had at first.

He knew his responsibilities and today he would bid farewell to these soldiers who were cold on the frontier as a male.

After a long distance, the group came to the land temple.

Xiao Chuanyi held the martyr's tablet and stepped into the land temple.

The people of Qiang City set up a desk for the martyrs next to the statue of the Land of the Land. Xiao Chuanyi stood on tiptoe and placed the tablet on the table.

He took a few steps back, first kowtowed three times to the tablet, and then knelt in front of the land father-in-law.

He: "Grandpa, you protect this fertile land and make the people rich in grains; the soldiers protect this mountain and river, and bring peace to the world."

"You are the gods respected by Chuanyi, and the martyrs are the heroes respected by Chuanyi, but the martyrs must not be as powerful as the land father-in-law."

"So Chuanyi handed them over to the Land Master, please protect their heroic souls from the suffering of wandering."

After Xiao Chuanyi finished speaking, he respectfully kowtowed three times to the Tudifu.

Time is limited, and it is not too late to build a ancestral temple for the martyrs.

But this land temple with a strong incense and rich in comfort and support for the people in troubled times will definitely make the tablet of heroes not deserted.

After the ceremony, Xiao Chuanyi walked out of the Land Temple.

Bai Mingwei handed the soul-guiding banner to his hands.

The little body held up a long soul-guiding banner, but the hanging banner was much taller than him, but he still held it steadily, letting the cold wind whistle and rolling the banners flying.

He stood out like a mountain, walking towards the outside of the city with steady steps.

Beside him was Bai Mingwei in military uniform.

Behind him, following the Bai family's female family, the injured Ren family insisted on following him.

The people covered in white gathered from all directions and followed silently behind the Bai family team.

Tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...

The people of Qiang City were fascinated by the city.

Children support the parents, while parents hold the children in their arms.

No one was absent from this different funeral.

Some of them carried items of funeral rituals, while others carried items for sacrifices - poultry, snacks, incense, candles and paper money.

It is clearly crowded, but not noisy.

It is this calmness that makes the sadness that permeates the entire city even more intense.

When he passed through the main streets in the southeast, west and north, Yu Jiao, carrying paper money, reached out to grab a handful of paper money from the bamboo basket, and raised it hard, and the paper money flew everywhere.

The money was scattered by buying the road, and Xiao Chuanyi handed the soul-summoning banner to Bai Mingwei, bent his knees and touched the cold stone slab.

But he didn't care and respectfully kowtowed three times to the people who were following behind him.

He spoke with a deep voice: "The price of restoring mountains and rivers is the lives of thousands of children in Dongling. In order to drive away the enemy, their blood splattered on this land and lost their precious lives."

"Some people are alone, some have old parents and wives and children. They can never see each other again, whether they are from hometown or relatives."

"But they didn't have a son to die. Today, at this moment, Chuanyi is the son of man who can hold a banner for them!"

"The Bai family passed on the righteousness, here we express our sincerest gratitude to the public as the son of a martyr who has no children, no relatives and no reason; and on behalf of the martyrs' children and relatives who are far away from other places, we thank everyone for coming to see him off."

His voice was not loud, and he was husky and hoarse, spread far and far along the silent street.

An old man wept sadly and said, "Young Master, you can't do it! You are the descendant of the old prime minister. How can you act as a son of the son on behalf of others? You can't do it..."

Xiao Chuanyi slowly stood up, and his clean face looked a little pale against the plain clothes, but his tender eyes and eyebrows showed a firmness that no one could shake.

He said: "Chuanyi's father and relatives all died on the battlefield. In one night, Chuanyi became a child without a father."

"If these martyrs hadn't fought with each other for their lives, our land would have been invaded and occupied by Northern Yan, and our people would have been enslaved by Northern Yan."

"It is them who have made many people who are like the one who are like the one who spread the righteousness, and they don't have to bear the pain of losing their loved ones. They just have pity for them to sacrifice their lives for the country, but no descendants send them their last journey."

"Chuanyi is fortunate to be able to carry out the responsibility of the Son of Man and guide the resting path for thousands of heroic souls. In this way, when they arrive in another place, they will not be ridiculed for not sending their son to the death."

After saying that, Xiao Chuanyi stood up, took the Soul-Induction Banner and continued to walk forward.

The old man looked at the thin but firm back of the Chuanyi and said weepingly, "My son and grandson are in heaven, and I will definitely be able to smile with a smile."

It turned out that the old man was once a family of descendants. A war took the lives of his children and grandchildren. The youngest grandson was only thirteen years old.

They all died under the axes of the people of Northern Yan, but they also died for the family and country behind them.

The whole family is dead, and the old man has regretted that who will hold a card for his children and grandchildren? Who will give him the last journey?

But now, the descendants of the old prime minister carry out the responsibility of the son of the people on their behalf, which is a glory and a comfort.

I believe that children and grandchildren will definitely set out with peace of mind.
Chapter completed!