Peerless Taoist

It was the list of the fallen soldiers in the Tang Yu War.    

This war could no longer be described as tragic. The battles between cultivators had always been incomparably cruel. Often, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people would die in one battle.    

"I am an old friend of Lord Marquis. I have come to pay my respects to Lord Marquis's remains."    

Lu Yu said.    

"You..."    

The gatekeeper looked Lu Yu up and down, then turned around and said, "You wait, I'll go and inform them."    

Outside of Xiahou Manor, white snow was drifting in the air, and a cold wind was blowing.    

Lu Yu was standing in the middle of the cold wind. He could feel the coldness coming from all directions, but his facial expression didn't change.    

After the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn, the door of Xiahou Manor was finally pushed open.    

"Master Hou has no old friends for a long time! If you come looking for trouble, then get through me first!"    

A Xiahou Manor disciple's voice was cold as he actually walked out with a long sword in hand.    

The gatekeeper behind him said in a low voice, "Ninth Young Master, it is him. He claims to be an old friend of Lord Marquis."    

"You..."    

When that Xiahou Manor disciple saw Lu Yu, he was suddenly shocked. The longsword in his hand instantly fell to the ground.    

He rubbed his eyes and went forward to take a closer look. Suddenly, his heart shook and he was about to kneel down.    

"There's no need for that! I'm here today to see Lord Marquis off. Just take me as an ordinary old friend of Lord Marquis."    

Lu Yu supported the disciple from Xiahou Manor.    

"Yes! Yes! I, Xiahou Shuo, have seen you once. It is our honor to have you here. Please come in!"    

Xiahou Shuo's face revealed a respectful expression as he welcomed Lu Yu in.    

As the two of them walked, servants dressed in white could be seen everywhere in the mansion. They held white lanterns in their hands and walked quickly with their heads lowered.    

Lu Yu looked around. The entire mansion was filled with a sorrowful atmosphere.    

The former disciples of Xiahou Palace all had confident smiles on their faces.    

But now, all of their faces were gloomy and depressed. It was a completely different story.    

At this moment, the spirit hall was filled with people.    

The members of all the branches of the Xiahou Family had gathered here to see Xiahou Li off.    

Deafening music could be heard all around. Countless Xiahou Family members knelt on the ground, crying nonstop.    

Lu Yu saw the eyes of all the people present, but he found that only a few of them were truly in pain, and most of them were pretending to be in pain with a cunning look on their faces.    

Lu Yu let out a short sigh.    

Xiahou Li had spent most of his life thinking about his family, but he did not expect that he would not be safe after his death. He was afraid that Xiahou Manor would experience another turmoil.    

"Lord Marquis has heard that he has encountered a peerless expert of the Great Tang, and even his head has been shattered. Not even his corpse was left behind. We asked the soldiers to collect Lord Marquis's corpse. It took us half a month to barely put the corpse together."    

When Xiahou Shuo said this, his voice trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes.    

Lu Yu shook his head and did not say anything. He stood in the middle of the crowd and looked at the face of his old friend.    

In front of the coffin, a woman in white clothes was supported by a maid. Her face was pale, and she was sobbing continuously.    

This was Lady Xiahou.    

In Lu Yu's memory, when Xiahou Li went out to fight, Lady Xiahou stabilized the Xiahou family. She was a woman with a strong heart, and she was intelligent and intelligent.    

But now, due to her excessive grief, Lady Xiahou had turned white overnight. She could not even stand stably.