The next day, in the afternoon, a few wisps of drizzle fell in West China, but Murong Wuxin's funeral was still held on time.
Ye Fan took the time to bring Song Hongyan and Qianxi to Feilai Peak.
Today's Feilai Peak is not only hung with white curtains and thousands of wreaths, but also planted with countless cypress trees.
Feilaifeng is even more beautiful and clean than Fuhao Cemetery.
Neatly trimmed cypress trees, secluded paths without fallen leaves, plum blossoms swaying in the wind, and a lonely small temple.
If it weren't for the white sadness, if it weren't for Murong's nephew crying, it would be difficult for outsiders to imagine that this is where Murong Wuxin ended up.
However, the peaceful environment did not make the five people relax their vigilance.
Ye Fan, Song Hongyan and Qian Qian were stopped by Tang clan disciples in a parking lot on the mountainside.
It is still 800 meters away from the top of Feilai Peak, where Murong Wuxin is buried.
But except for Tang Pingfan and several others in the convoy, everyone must get out of the car and walk up to avoid carrying explosive objects in the car.
After the Tang clan boy who blocked the car recognized the identities of Ye Fan and Song Hongyan, he immediately apologized profusely for not seeing them clearly.
Tang Shi'er warned them that no guests, including Huaxi Murong's nephew, could go up the mountain in their cars, but Ye Fan and Song Hongyan could go up the mountain unimpeded.
However, Ye Fan and Song Hongyan stopped driving up after being stopped by the Tang clan disciples.
Firstly, observe some rules so as not to involve two people in trouble. Secondly, it is also good for a family of three to take a walk up the mountain.
So Ye Fan slowly walked up with Qian Qian and Song Hongyan in his arms.
"The precautions are really tight today."
On the way forward, Song Hongyan opened her umbrella, glanced around and said with a smile:
"It seems that Tang Pingfan is still nervous about his life."
While speaking, she gently approached Ye Fan and tilted her umbrella over Ye Fan's head.
Last night, she teased Ye Fan to help her get 10,000 steps for exercise. Although Ye Fan ran away with a blush on his face, the relationship between the two warmed up a lot.
She no longer avoids intimacy in public.
"It feels like the security is tighter than the head of state."
Ye Fan raised his head and took a glance. It was indeed heavily guarded, with one post at three steps and one sentry at five steps.
In addition to the elites of the five families who were armed with live ammunition, there were also drones constantly wandering in the sky, checking every corner.
There are also several checkpoints on the way up the mountain to check the identities of people attending the funeral.
Ye Fan also saw several helicopters flying overhead, constantly patrolling the surrounding areas to avoid another hot air balloon attack.
On the mountain road, there were dozens of police dogs twitching their noses.
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "But, be careful when sailing the ten thousand year ship. I don't know if the ugly old man will show up today."
Song Hongyan's eyes had a hint of coldness: "I really hope he comes here."
She believed that the five people who had suffered losses must have done enough homework today.
The ugly old man who comes here to act wild will definitely die.
So she really hoped that the other party would attack so that she could give Ye Fan some vent.
"I don't hope."
Ye Fan smiled and reached out to touch Sissy's head: "You are here, no matter how small the change is, I don't want it to happen."
He originally asked Sissi to stay at home and have a good rest at noon.
But the little girl refused to be separated from them, and it might not be safe for her to stay in the Tangmen courtyard, so Ye Fan had no choice but to bring her over.
Sissi blinked her watery eyes and asked weakly: "Dad, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made such a fuss."
"It's okay, don't run around, just follow your parents and you'll be fine."
Ye Fan smiled softly: "There are so many people today. Once you run away, it will be difficult for your parents to find you."
Sissi nodded sensibly: "Sissi won't run around."
"Good boy."
Song Hongyan reached out and patted her daughter's little head, then remembered something and said:
"By the way, dad called you in the morning, but you didn't answer the phone while you were running for morning practice. Then he called me again."
"He said that there is a cold wave passing through West China these days, and he will come over to give you clothes."
"His flight is at noon. I guess after we attend the funeral, he will fly to West China."
She told Ye Fan that Ye Wujiu was coming to West China.
"I saw the text message. He was originally going to leave in the morning, but he didn't buy a ticket, so he had to come in the afternoon."
Ye Fan hugged Sissi tightly and said, "Why did Hanliu give me clothes? The second elder probably heard something happened to me and ran over to stare at me."
He felt helpless that Ye Wujiu and Shen Biqin were so nervous, but there was a surge of warmth in his heart.
"They also care about you, otherwise how could they come here after all the hard work?"
Song Hongyan was considerate: "After we attend the funeral, we will go to the airport to pick him up."
Ye Fan nodded lightly: "Okay, take Sissy with you and make him happy."
A trace of melancholy flashed through his heart.
The fourth elder was originally waiting to have his grandson at the end of next month, but now that Tang Ruoxue and him have parted ways, the child is out of reach.
Ye Fan knew that Ye Wujiu and the others were feeling disappointed, so he thought about letting Qian Qian, his granddaughter, make them happy first.
"Woo——"
Just as Ye Fan was thinking, the sound of a helicopter sounded above his head.
The three of them subconsciously looked over and saw a helicopter flying low past them, causing raindrops to splash everywhere.
The vegetation under the fuselage also grew and fell.
When Ye Fan raised his head and looked over, the helicopter was flying to a cliff not far away, pouring bullets at the entrance of a half-meter-high hole.
Then another tear gas bomb was thrown into the crowd, and they went back and forth twice before slowly leaving.
“You are really responsible!”
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "Even the collapsed holes were investigated."
"Didn't you just say that? Be careful when sailing the ship of ten thousand years."
Song Hongyan smiled lightly: "Yesterday's battle, half of the enemies were wiped out, but half of the enemies still didn't show up."
"There are no traces of Masako Jingmiya, which shows that the enemy is still capable of fighting."
"It's easy to lose your life if you let your guard down at this time."
She took out a tissue and wiped the rain off Ye Fan's face.
Ye Fan was about to say thank you, but suddenly his eyelids twitched and he raised his head and looked at the sky.
He looked at a circling goshawk high in the sky, and his eyes suddenly became more alert...
At almost the same moment, the ugly old man was wearing the clothes of a disciple of the Tang clan, running towards Feilai Peak from a small road at extremely fast speeds.
After crossing this path, he arrived at the nearly 90-degree cliff of Feilai Peak.
At that time, he will go straight into the small temple from the passage where Murong Wuxin poured soot.
It was a secret and unknown passage at that time.
The forest is getting deeper and deeper, the road is getting narrower and narrower, and the mountain road is quiet, even a little weird.
Not even the sound of birds chirping or insects chirping.
The ugly old man has nothing to fear.
It is difficult for the disciples of the Tang Sect to track his whereabouts, and the five masters are no match for him, and Ye Fan and the others were injured by him yesterday.
He believed that no one among the more than a thousand coalition troops could stop him.
Because of his confidence and arrogance, the ugly old man was very surprised when Ye Wujiu walked out.
His voice deepened: "Who are you?"
"laugh--"
Ye Wujiu took out a match, lit the white sand and said lightly: "The smoke is out, but you are not dead, so I lose..."
