Great Sui Guoshi

"Remind me of my old pig now?" Zhu Gang put away the rake, realized that he hadn't been here for long, and asked directly: "The two people under your command said you didn't let us in?"

Ha ha.....

The figure as tall as a mountain laughed, as if the entire nether world was filled with laughter from all directions.

"It is true that I told Shen Tu Yu Lei." The eyes in the shadow seemed to fall on Lu Liangsheng, "Lu Liangsheng, just as you think, I have too many connections with the immortals in the sky, and I am deeply involved. The underworld cannot interfere. Interfere with order here."

Lu Liangsheng shook his head, and retreated to Zhu Gangli's side. The purpose of his coming this time was naturally not to threaten. Now that the other party has reached this point, it will be useless to be tough.

"Although what the emperor said is reasonable, most of the gods in the underworld are enshrined from the world. Those gods from the sky came down and disturbed the world. In the future, most of the temples will be their statues."

On the city wall, Shen Tu and Yu Lei were stunned for a moment, thinking about what this person said earlier that the two of them often posted on the doors of ordinary people, wouldn't there be no place to post them in the future?

The two gods raised their heads and looked behind them worriedly. The huge shadow over there was silent for a while, and then said: "Lu Liangsheng, don't tell the truth, the sky and the earth can never fight against each other, you don't have to intervene in the affairs of the underworld, I will not embarrass you You, go back."

Not waiting for Lu Liangsheng and Zhu Gangman to speak, Emperor Taishan raised his hand, and his huge wide sleeves brushed across the city tower. The two of them felt a blur in front of their eyes, and their figures were lifted to the sky by the divine power, rising higher and higher , into the black, mire-like clouds above.

next second.

Lu Liangsheng opened his eyes suddenly, the Taoist was sluggish and trembling while holding half a stick of incense, Hong Lian anxiously walked back and forth with his long sleeves in his arms, and Taoist Toad sat cross-legged at the edge of the formation, eating snacks and guarding, seeing When he woke up, he threw away the snacks in his frog webs and called out, "Liangsheng, do you feel that your soul is unstable?"

At this time, the sky outside the building was dark, and the last ray of sunlight was shining on the old pine in the distance. The cicadas were singing one after another, and the words of concern from the surroundings gradually became real.

"fine."

Thinking of what happened in Netherworld, Lu Liangsheng didn't want to talk much. With the help of the Taoist, he stood up and felt that his legs were numb. When he asked how many hours had passed, he realized that it was already the evening of the third day.

"The emperor is also here, watching the disciples practicing martial arts outside."

Zhu Gangli over there also came to his senses, and when he opened his eyes, he yelled and lost his temper. After hearing the past three days, he hurried back to the room, cleaned up, put on his apron cursingly, and went to the kitchen.

Lu Liangsheng sat on the stool, looked at the emperor standing outside in the sunlight, rubbed the Kongtong seal on his sleeve, and heard the words of the master, but he didn't hear it.

In his mind, thinking about what Emperor Taishan said just now, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

Put one of your own people in the underworld.

...There is no need to do too much, as long as you can read the book of life and death.

Chapter 734 Jiujiu veteran, dare to go to the abyss

The setting sun rolled in like a tide, and the sky was dyed with a red glow.

snort!what!

The children lined up in the square on the square stepped forward with their cuffs rolled up and punched. Eight sturdy men walked with arms crossed, correcting mistakes in posture, and occasionally sternly shouted softly.

The sun shines on the birds flying down on the treetops, and Yang Guang stands in the distance with his hands behind his back in casual clothes, watching these children wave their fists, make immature humming sounds, and can't help but smile.

"Chengdu, what do you think of these children?"

Two steps behind him, among the guards, Yu Wencheng, the leader, glanced around from the corner of the eye, besides Sun Daozhang, who knew magic, the eight strong men over there also had skills. Hearing the words of the question, he smiled along with him.

"Your Majesty, these children may become the pillars of our Sui Kingdom in the future."

"You!"

Yang Guang looked at him sideways, smiled even wider, and nodded twice: "Just like your father, he loves to talk nicely, and no one can offend him."

Walked around the square and turned back to the main building. I heard from my father that this Longevity Temple fell from the sky. At this time, it was almost time to return to the palace. Yang Guang thought in his heart whether the national teacher had returned from the underworld, so he went to have a look because he was stuck with time.

"His Majesty!"

A hoarse and old voice suddenly came from the bottom of the stone steps. Amidst the sound of stepping footsteps stepping up the stone steps, a tall and armored old man climbed up the last stone step panting, soaked in the rays of light.

"Han Qinhu, pay homage to Your Majesty!" The old man wiped off the sweat from his forehead and came over to salute.

The evening wind blew through the forest field with a hint of coolness, amidst the rustling leaves stroking and shaking gently, Yang Guang stepped forward to help the old man up, looking at him with some reproach in his eyes.

"Zhu Guo has just recovered from a serious illness, why is he running around? What should he do if he catches a cold again?"

Over there, the wrinkled and rough old face had a bright smile, and he didn't care about any illnesses. He straightened his slightly hunched back, smiled heartily, and slapped his chest with his hands a few times.

"Haha, Your Majesty doesn't know that the old minister is a man, and he can't hide his words in his stomach. If he has something to say, he has to say it, otherwise he will get sick."

"Then, what is the urgent matter for Zhu Guo to find me?"

"It's something outside, the minister has already heard about it."

Han Qinhu is getting older these few years, and he had a serious illness a while ago, and almost passed away. Originally, his nephew wanted to visit him, but when he got better, he didn't wait for anyone to come. Instead, he heard the news about the bandit rebellion , When I was excited, I came here.

"Your Majesty, I'm old, and there's not much I can do. In the end, I can catch up with a battle. The old minister has the courage to ask His Majesty for this job, so that the young people outside will know that the veterans who founded the country back then still have a lot to do. Here I am."

Yang Guang was a little moved, but seeing that the famous founding general really didn't want him to take up the gun again, he took the old man's hand, patted it lightly, shook his head and said: "General, I remember it in my heart. It is a feat for the founding of the country, and I still hope that the country of Zhu will live a long life, let the young generals do these things, and it is what they should do, come here! Send the country of Zhu back to the mansion."

Two guards came over, before Han Qinhu opened his mouth, he was taken to the mountain gate below by the guards, halfway on the way, he turned his head and hesitated to speak, it can be seen that the emperor waved his hand in disapproval, so he stomped his feet, sighed, and slowly disappeared on the mountain road between.

"Your Majesty, I think it's really not easy for the old general to fight again." Yu Wencheng looked at the old man covered by the hanging branches below, and said with a smile: "The old general has skills, but he is too old after all, not to mention that it is very difficult for us to fight against the enemy." Ordinary thieves."

Some unruly words made Yang Guang frown, and he turned around with a flick of his sleeves in displeasure. His deflected sight just met the hunched figure who was slowly walking out of the door. A smile suddenly appeared on his displeased face, and he quickly greeted him. go up.

"National Division!"

"His Majesty."

Lu Liangsheng walked out of the eaves and cupped his hands. Over there, old Panasonic imagined tables and chairs with hot tea, stretched out his hands, and invited the emperor to sit down.

"National teacher, can you see my father when you go down to the underworld?" After Yang Guang sat down, he didn't look at the teacup in his hand. table.

"Your Majesty, I can't even enter the gate of hell."

Speaking of things in the Netherworld, Lu Liangsheng felt a little headache. He raised his sleeve and flicked his finger lightly. The teacup stood back up again, and the tea that flowed across the table quickly flowed back into the cup. It is the order of the emperor of Mount Tai not to let the ministers enter, let alone enter the underworld."

What happened next, Lu Liangsheng didn't hide anything, he told Yang Guang exactly what Huang Feihu, the emperor of Mount Tai, told Yang Guang. The nether world below is the most mysterious for ordinary people. Going there made Yang Guang and Yu Wencheng's hearts ache.

However, as an emperor, Yang Guang calmed down for a moment, recalled Huang Feihu's words word by word, and narrowed his eyes, "Master Tai, the emperor of Mount Tai hinted that there is no one like us in the underworld."

"good."

Lu Liangsheng nodded: "Emperor Taishan has some relations with these gods, but he is a god on earth, and he doesn't want to see the world's creatures die due to military disasters. After returning, I have been thinking about his words. Unexpectedly, His Majesty Understand at one point."

It was rare to hear Lu Liangsheng's praise, the emperor was slightly stunned at first, then reacted, stroked his beard and smiled, and waved his hands.

"National Teacher, please don't praise me. I am in court all the time. This kind of thing is already commonplace."

But when it comes to the latter, the problem is still in front of the two of them. Lu Liangsheng has the seal of Kongtong, which can seal the divine power in the world, and it is not difficult to place a dead person's heroic spirit in the underworld. The difficulty lies in who can take it?

Yang Su?

The first thing that Lu Liangsheng thought of was naturally the Duke of Yue, but now in the past few years, most of the other party has entered the cycle of hell, and the rest of them have similar abilities, their abilities are not obvious, and they may not be dead yet... The two of them combined, and found that there is no shortage of people, but there are no ghosts to use, so it won't be possible to get Hong Lian down, right?

A female ghost with no moral karma enters the underworld to obtain the god position, and the underworld is afraid that it will explode.

"Your Majesty, National Teacher!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded, and Lu Liangsheng, who was lost in thought, and Yang Guang, who was sitting across from him, turned their faces sideways, followed the old voice and looked at the stone steps over there, where Han Qinhu, who had left a long time ago, was standing there and looking this way Arch your hands.

"If you can trust the old minister, let me go."

There was noise from the children in the square, and they had time to rest, running wildly together, playing and laughing, amidst the redness, the forest and fields swayed gently in the wind.

The old man standing in the rays of the sun bowed his hands slowly and bowed down.

"The Great Sui Shangzhu Guohan captured the tiger, willing to die and go to the underworld—"

Chapter 735 Born as Shangzhu Kingdom, Died as King of Yama

The setting sun casts its last rays on the horizon.

Lu Liangsheng and Yang Guang looked at each other, and stepped forward to help the old man who had experienced many battles to stand up. Going to the underworld is really a bit embarrassing.

"National teacher, don't worry, everything is my will."

The old man looked at the emperor on the opposite side, then at Lu Liangsheng in front of him, and turned his eyes to a group of children who were playing excitedly in the square, "The old minister left just now, but he was finally worried, and turned back again, and heard that His Majesty and the national teacher were together. After talking, I just thought, the old minister can’t be useless, there are always people who need someone to do things that others can’t do, if the city is destroyed and the home is gone, the old minister is lying on the couch waiting to die. As the underworld, summon the old department to do it again!"

Lu Liangsheng pursed his lips: "Isn't Han Zhuguo afraid?"

"Haha, I'm getting old, what are you afraid of?" Han Qinhu straightened his back and leaned back slightly, stroking his beard and laughing, "It's better to live a few more years than not being able to lift a gun or ride a horse. , Why don’t you become a fairy again. Your Majesty, the old minister has lived enough, and only the old minister agrees with him. If the late emperor was still alive, he would never hesitate so much, so as not to delay the battle opportunity!”

The laughter stopped slowly, watching the emperor purse his lips, his beard fluttering in the wind, he clasped his fists heavily, his gaze was firm and he bowed again, his words were forceful.

"I hope His Majesty will play it."

Yang Guang was silent for a moment, walked over slowly, held the hand of the old man clasped into a fist, looked at the surrounding sunlight, nodded his lips tightly, sucked his nose hard, and looked solemn.

"I...sure!"

He looked to the old man's side: "National teacher."

Lu Liangsheng clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulged a few times, turned his back, looked at the children chasing them, and Lu Pan, who was talking with their hips on their hips. After a long while, he nodded and made a little noise.

"Han Zhuguo, at midnight tonight, I will come to the house and go back...to settle down with my family."

If it was someone else, their hairs would stand on end. Hearing these words, the old man behind him clasped his hands and turned around half a circle, lowered his hands, and laughed.

Hahaha--

"Your Majesty, the national teacher, the old minister will go back and prepare for the funeral!"

As soon as he turned around, he pushed away the guards who came to help him, and strode down to the mountain gate below. The heroic laughter echoed in the sunset. Lu Liangsheng raised his hand and bowed towards the empty forest. He straightened up and sighed: " Your Majesty, having such an old minister in the court is the cornerstone of the family and country."

Yang Guang didn't answer, just nodded.

Soon, night fell, and after dinner in Guanzhong, Lu Liangsheng sat silently in the room alone, in the flickering candlelight, took out a blank scroll and spread it on the desk, dipped the tip of the pen with ink, and fell on the paper to outline the market Lanterns of all sizes were raised, and the green ink rustled along the paper, drawing ink lines infused with mana, bursting out the light of the law.

The tip of the pen adorns the buildings, and then falls to the street. The floor tiles of Linci Street are extended, and the figures, robes, and steps of people are drawn. They are dressed in red and white, surrounded by thin smoke, and draw the outlines of two teams. The sedan chair was lifted high, and the patrolmen in front held up the wooden sign in their hands, emblazoned with the words 'avoid strangers'.

"In any case, it should be more grand."

After finishing the painting, it was Haishi, and the night wind blew in through the crack of the window. Lu Liangsheng put down the brush and blew a stream of fresh air on the painting. The wet ink soaked into the paper and dried up. He put away the painting scroll, turned around and pushed the door out. Everyone in the building knew what he was going to do, but they just watched Lu Liangsheng go outside and disappeared into the night.

woof woof woof~~~

Wang~~

Night Breeze ran across the long street, a thin layer of white mist appeared on the ground, dogs barking and babies crying could be faintly heard in the streets and alleys in the distance. Crying in the middle of the night, I probably thought that someone was dead.

The fog swayed, turned around the street in front of him, and rushed toward his face. The lantern in his hand shook twice, and within the range of the shaking candlelight, a blurry figure flashed past him, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at the street behind him. On the road, there was not even a ghost, and he kept saying, "I didn't see anything."

Going to the long street behind him, the sound of people's footsteps gradually slowed down in front of a courtyard wall. Lu Liangsheng looked at the mansion in front of him, and there were white paper lanterns with the word "Dian" hanging on the two corners of the door eaves. Above the gate of the mansion, the door plaque was also hung with white silk, and there were bursts of crying inside.

The old man scolded from time to time.

"Why are you crying? This old man deserves his death!" "I really shouldn't have told you this. After a few years, this old man won't be able to make it through. It's not like he's going to die."

"Hey, you guys... cry, cry, it's too late."

Across the front yard, in the main hall of the back yard, Han Qinhu touched the shroud on his body, sat on the stool, and yelled and cursed to one side from time to time. The oil illuminated the elderly, children and relatives gathered around, all of them knelt on the ground and cried in mourning.

In the afternoon, everything was fine. As soon as the old man came back, he said that he was going to die tonight, and asked them to prepare for the funeral at the mansion. Everyone was shocked at first, but after thinking about it, some old people could predict the time of their own death. It was also the same, so he hung white cloths up and down the house, and after asking about it later, he found out that someone else told him, and suddenly someone quit, crying to let the old man stop thinking about it.

"Father, whoever told you, my son will beat him. How can anyone want to die like this?"

Han Shi'e burned paper money while crying: "If you really leave, how will our brothers live."

"Brother is right, Dad, people in the world wish they could live longer, but you are better off, hoping that you will die." The second son Han Zhao who was kneeling on the other side wiped away his tears, and poked the elder brother next to him with his elbow, " Burn less, father is not dead yet."

The old man over there snorted, crossed his arms, and sat upright on the low stool at the end of the coffin, looking at the night in the courtyard outside, as well as his daughter-in-law, two younger brothers, and a large group of relatives kneeling outside.

"As a father, someone will come to pick me up when I leave tonight. After I leave, you don't have to worry about everything in the family. Your majesty will not be short of the family's salary."

Among the crying crowd outside, a woman who looked like a daughter-in-law raised her face and wiped her tears: "Whoever dares to take father-in-law away, we will beat him!"

A group of people echoed one after another, shouting loudly.

"Yes, brother has fought all his life, and he only wants to be happy for a few years. He is about to die, so he won't do anything!"

......

Outside the mansion, Lu Liangsheng clearly heard the conversation of the people inside, sighed, spread out the painting scroll in his hand, and flung it across the night sky. The sound of suona and gong sounded.

The two servants standing at the entrance of the mansion heard the sound of the suona in the middle of the night, and hurriedly turned their heads. The street was filled with white mist, and a team carried a large sedan chair and blew the suona, beat the gong, and wore uniform red robes. Pointy white hats spread over from the end of the street.

Such a weird scene scared the two servants out of the door and ran into the mansion, and quickly closed the mansion door. Lu Liangsheng, who was standing outside in the mist, spread out the seal of Kongtong, pinched the Fajue point to the center of his eyebrows and scratched it. Between the lips.

"Han... captured... the tiger!"

A gust of wind blew away the door plaque of the "Han Mansion", the white silk was stroked, and the lanterns creaked and shook. In the mansion, the servants screaming in panic caused a little confusion. They ran to the main hall in the backyard and saw a lot of people, and felt much more at ease. With a frightened cry, he pointed to the crowd over there and pointed outside.

"Come on, something is coming outside!"