cross the interceptor

Chapter 485
The sky is bright, and Yongzhou City, which has always been crowded with traffic, has now become a snow-white world. Almost all the houses and shops in the city are hung in front of the gates of the houses and on the trees on the roadside, representing the atmosphere of mourning. There are white cloth banners and paper flowers everywhere in the city, and there are pedestrians wearing plain clothes with gloomy and sad faces. Although these people come from different places in the city, their goals are all the same, all facing the same direction, towards a crowd of crying The gate of the mansion where He Zhizhou lived before his death rushed over.

In front of the gate of the He Mansion, a tall and solemn coffin shed has already been set up. In front of the coffin shed, all the musicians in the city who are in charge of playing for funerals and weddings have gathered here. They all stand neatly with sad faces, and there is a glow on one side. With tears in his eyes, he used all kinds of musical instruments in his hands to play a series of melancholy and vicissitudes of life.

Today is the day of He Zhizhou's burial. Although this He Zhizhou has only been an official in Yongzhou City for a few years, he has managed and educated this place into a rich hometown similar to a paradise, which makes young people Reliance, the elderly are provided for, the house is not closed at night, the roads are not picked up, there are no people who starve to death inside or outside the city, and there are no robbers and thieves on the mountain or below. Although this He Zhizhou seems a bit too sour and stubborn sometimes, but, The people in Yongzhou still appreciate his affection, and the people here also regard him as their most respected, loved and close person.

Today, He Zhizhou's funeral has already become the most important and important event in the whole city. Basically, all the people in the city rushed over. There are too many people who have received He Zhizhou's favor. Residents outside the city, since they got the news, started their journey last night, and arrived in front of the He Mansion in the city early in the morning, where they worshiped the heroic spirit of Hezhizhou with sad faces. In front of the mourning hall, there is still an elegiac couplet written with tears by the oldest Confucian scholar in the city: Six years of happiness in the township, ask who suddenly destroyed the Great Wall, the empty religion devotes all its efforts; , Returning to the soul and sending the face to each other like life.

In the large mourning hall, there are two coffins neatly placed. Without it, it is only because Mrs. He suddenly had the will to die after hearing that her husband died, and hanged herself in the bedroom that night. I would rather die on the same day as Shanyue in the same year, but I would have made a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate with my husband, but the only heir of the He family, Miss He Xiugu, was pitiful. Both parents died within a day, leaving her a lonely woman. Even with the magical skills of the celestial family, he could not bring the dead back to life after all. In the end, he could only weep and weep, with the help of all the servants in the housekeeper's mansion, taking care of the funeral of his parents.

As a weak little girl, He Xiugu had never experienced such a tragic experience, but under the auspices of her father and friends and colleagues, she was dressed in filial piety, and she and her little maid, Xiaoyu, were there distraught. She kept mourning, and in just over a day, she had already passed out from crying four or five times. If she hadn't been at the middle level of Qi Refining, this He Xiugu would not have known what she would have been tossed about by this incident. Woolen cloth.

Before He Hongyuan became an official, his family was impoverished. During the period when he went to Beijing to rush for the exam, there was a drought in his hometown, and the people starved to death in groups. When he became famous, in his hometown , there is no longer any relatives, so after discussing with some close friends of Hezhizhou before his death, he decided not to return to his hometown for burial. Since Hezhizhou is kind to the people of this city of Yongzhou, let Let him stay here and be buried in the mountains and rivers of Yongzhou.

Groups of people with different clothes, rich and poor, lined up in a long line, and after worshiping in front of the coffin shed in Hezhizhou, all the musicians followed the order of the funeral director. All the members of the team desperately played a tearful mourning song. At the same time, all the people who participated in the entire funeral knelt down on the ground there, one by one, crying loudly, crying bitterly. The evil god Barefoot Daxian who hurt people's lives with evil intentions, and his parents and officials He Hongyuan, who is doing good work for the people with righteousness and integrity. The whole funeral has already reached the stage of awakening during the process of crying. All friends and colleagues of He Hongyuan They, rubbing the corners of their eyes, were full of sadness and slowly tore the various white banners in front of the mourning hall. After they finished tearing up these banners in front of the mourning hall, eight young government servants with big arms and round waists were all dressed in filial piety. , there lifted the coffin of He Zhizhou and his wife with a heavy face, and moved towards a geomantic treasure outside the city under the leadership of the staff in charge.

In front of the coffin, He Xiugu, dressed in white and holding a white lotus in her hand, had already been weeping uncontrollably. If she hadn't been supported by a little maid, she might not even be able to walk because she was so delirious after being stimulated.From the gate of He's house to the main road outside the city, there were crowds of mourners. When the coffin passed through the road, wherever the coffin went, all the people there would kneel in advance. Falling to the ground, the oldest old man in the crowd shouted in unison to express his condolences and longing for He Zhizhou.

"The people of Yongzhou have to meet the adults, and only then can we have the grand scene today. The kindness of the adults, we will never forget, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, and the mountains are high and the rivers are long. The masters of Zhizhou have gone well all the way, and the heroes of the adults are immortal. Driving the cranes and the blue clouds, soaring high into the sky, the people of Yongzhou, Here, I would like to thank my lord, and I will send my lord Zhizhou on my way..."!
"Respectfully send Mr. He on the road..."!
Every time the people knelt down, He Xiugu, who was already in a semi-comatose state, would insist on bending down to return the salute. He Xiugu didn't know how many salutes she had made along the way, even with her middle-level cultivation of Qi Refining , It was a bit overwhelming, but fortunately, as time passed, the funeral procession at this time had already arrived at the gate of the South Gate of Yongzhou. On a small hillside by the river not far in front, the entire Why did the Fengshui masters in the city select a good Fengshui treasure at the fastest speed?

Outside the city, groups of soldiers stood there in distinctive armor, each soldier's head and shoulders were wrapped with a circle of white cloth, when the coffin passed silently in front of their ranks, the entire army was shocked. They started to move there, and saw that under the leadership of their regiment's envoy, all hundreds of sergeants knelt down on one knee in unison, with a shake of their right hand, there was a sound of weapons being unsheathed, all of them All the sergeants there let out a roar that shook the heavens.

"Yongzhou has to have an adult, and today is the beginning. All the inspectors and inspectors send you on the road respectfully. Your name will last forever, and your name will last forever. Forever, you will never forget your kindness. Master Zhizhou will go well all the way..." !
As soon as this situation happened, whether it was ordinary people, state officials, or military servicemen inside and outside the city, all of their faces, whether young or old, were filled with tears of extreme sadness at this time. After great luck, the emperor sent such a Zhizhou who loves the people like a son, but has superb methods and a good way of making money. After six years, the entire Yongzhou has changed its appearance, and it is no longer the barren and barren place of the past. It has become a world-renowned place of wealth, all of which is due to their master Zhizhou.

A few days ago, the Xiangjiang River was raging with flood dragons, and they finally managed to eradicate the evil dragon and preserve the peace of their Yongzhou by relying on their wits and strength. He Zhizhou stepped forward for the sake of the innocent people who died in the city, and publicly accused the barefoot immortal who descended from the sky with powerful magic power. He didn't expect this immortal to be so unreasonable, and he didn't show any mercy when he shot. With just one swipe, they cut their respected and loved Lord Zhizhou into several pieces, and lost their precious lives.

Everyone knew that as soon as the coffin left the city gate, they would never see He Zhizhou again. The moment the coffin was lifted out of the city gate, all the people fell to the ground and cried loudly. The grief was unceasing, and the cries rose from the sky, and the entire city gate turned into a sea of ​​grief and weeping.

"Yongzhou, um, it's here, bark, everyone in Yongzhou city listen to me, this general is the water diversion general of my South China Sea Dragon Palace. The eighth prince took revenge. At the beginning, who killed the eighth prince, hand him over to me. Maybe our fifth prince can reward you and spare the people of Yongzhou City. Otherwise, our fifth prince will be angry. If you say so, you will definitely trigger the flood that fills the sky, send out the flame that soars to the sky, and turn all the land of your city into flying ashes..."!
When these people were crying farewell to the coffin of He Zhizhou and his wife one by one, they saw a huge cloud of water vapor rushing over from the sky in the south. The grotesque shrimp soldiers and crab generals were showing off their power there, holding up the weapons in their hands, glaring at each other and glaring at the people below, as if these people were their sworn enemies.

The steam ball formed by the water mist quickly floated over the entire city gate, and from the water vapor, I saw an aquarium with a huge shark's head stepping out quickly, this guy waved his hand there Tie Cha in the middle of the city announced their intention to come, and forced these human races in the city to hand over the murderer who killed them Ao Zhong, the eighth prince of the South China Sea. Annihilation of the entire city.

(End of this chapter)