Chapter 297: Wuzu Pavilion

The news of Qin Ge's self-isolation from the Dragon Emperor Hall spread like wind and thunder to every corner of the continent, and no one thought that this demonic genius would end in such a way.

Qin Wu Empire, imperial capital.

In the imperial capital in the evening, the streets are full of monks who come out to play and relax after a day's work, and the street is noisy and noisy.

With the unification of the continent and the stability of the entire Shengwu Continent, the Qin God Emperor implemented the policies left by Qin Ge, and the entire continent showed rapid development.

Without war, the monks did not need to worry about their own survival, as the so-called warmth and contemplation of human desires, people naturally pursued spiritual entertainment in addition to the guarantee of survival.

The Eight Desolation Building is a good place for entertainment, because of the integration trend of the hundred ethnic groups, the Eight Desolation Building, which originally belonged to high-end consumption, is also low-end at this time.

Order some side dishes, and then have a plate of dried fruits of different races, relax the fatigue of the day, listen to the jokes and ridicule of the storyteller on stage, and chat with family and friends, how comfortable it is.

Eight desolate buildings in the imperial capital.

A neatly dressed black robe storyteller was sitting on the stage, foaming at the mouth of his current affairs and policies, as well as new and interesting stories.

At the bottom is a full audience, men, women and children, all races, gathering together to drink tea and listen to books, which is also very interesting.

The imperial capital is the core of the Qinwu Empire, and after the unification of the hundred ethnic groups, many races have poured into the imperial capital, and they have long been accustomed to it for more than a year.

Just as the storyteller on the stage was about to speak, a fat old man in a brocade robe hurriedly ran up, interrupted the storyteller's excitement, and stuffed a scroll into his hand.

"Heavenly Supervisor Zhao Order!"

This fat old man is the boss of the Eight Desolate Buildings in the Imperial Capital, and what he stuffed over was a sudden order from the Heavenly Supervisor.

The storyteller was stunned when he heard this, although it was a pity that his story had just been said to be exciting, but he could only stop helplessly, and instead ordered the prison in his hand.

Since the opening of the storyteller industry in the Eight Desolation Building, the Supervisor of the Heavenly Division will ask these storytellers to help spread any news that needs to be announced to the world.

This is not a request, but an order.

The audience below was a little unhappy, they were listening to the rise, but suddenly stopped, what is the difference between this and those shameless broken chapters?

It was just the uproar in the audience that didn't disturb the storyteller, and the moment he unfolded this Heavenly Prison Commander's order, he froze there, motionless as if he was petrified.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked at Zhao Ling again, his eyes turned red.

Mr. Storyteller's performance caught the attention of the audience, who fell silent as they saw the words "Heavenly Supervisor" printed on the back of the unfolded scroll.

The prestige of the Heavenly Supervisor Division is well known to all ethnic groups.

After a long time, Mr. Storyteller seemed to calm his mood.

"By the order of the Emperor of God, it is announced to the world:

Qin Ge, the backbone of the country, struggled for the unification of all ethnic groups all his life, and was still working hard for the true integration and unification of all ethnic groups until the last moment before his death.

Such a loyal and brave person should be the teacher of the world. Qin Ge's death made the whole empire mourn.

Qin Ge is the third emperor brother of me, but he has never sought any benefits as a royal family in his life, he has been dedicating all his life and has never asked for it.

The assets of the royal brother are not as good as I am ashamed.

Now that the imperial brother has passed away, I am heartbroken, and I am willing to keep filial piety for the imperial brother for ten years. During the period of filial piety, the crown prince was in charge of the country.

Qin Ge, the thirteenth generation of the three princes of the Qinwu Empire, was posthumously crowned as the martial ancestor, built the Wuzu Pavilion and erected the statue of the martial ancestor, which was admired by tens of thousands of people.

Chin this! ”

With a sad voice, he slowly recited the edict of the Heavenly Supervisor, and the storyteller, who had been red-eyed, finally couldn't suppress his sadness after reading the edict, and knelt down on the storyteller to cry bitterly on the table.

After hearing the news, the monks who were originally listening to the play in the audience were stunned in place as if they had been hit by a thunderbolt from the sky.

"Heavenly ...... King Tenmu ...... King Tenmu is dead? ”

"Nope! That's impossible! How could the patron saint of our human race die! This must be fake! It must be fake! ”

The human race in the audience instantly set off a commotion, and the Xuan Li on his body burst out uncontrollably when his emotions were extremely stimulated.

This is not an isolated case of a celebrity being caught in a rampage under the noses of other races. Weeping bitterly.

But the people of the hundred tribes did not say anything, although they were not human races, they understood this feeling.

Qin Ge has long been no longer a strong man for the human race. He is a faith, a pure spiritual belief in the struggle for the rise of the human race, he is the backbone of the human race, the spiritual pillar of the human race.

And now, this pillar, quietly falling, how does this make them accept?

Such a situation is not an isolated case, and it is being staged in all corners of the mainland at the same time.

A sad atmosphere slowly brewed, completely enveloping the entire Saint Martial Continent.

It was only now at this moment that the Terran monks finally knew that the Heavenly Martial King, who had been guarding the Terrans, could not really protect them forever. It turns out that even he will die.

People spontaneously walked on the streets, wearing filial piety clothes, and on the silent streets, a person with a name and filial piety clothes walked silently, carrying the portrait of Qin Ge, to send the patron saint of the empire on his last journey.

Today is destined to be a day that cannot be forgotten.

……

Wuzu Pavilion is located at No. 1 Dragon Street on Sixiang Avenue in the imperial capital, and the body of Wuzu Qin Ge is also placed here.

Wuzu Pavilion is divided into cabinet and outer cabinet, and the outer cabinet records the life of Wuzu Qin Ge in detail. The cabinet is the location of the remains of Wu Zu, but the cabinet is not open to the public, and the king of the dragon family, the Sea Dragon King, guards the tomb of Wu Zu.

The fact that Long Sanyuan volunteered to guard the mausoleum for Qin Ge forever also spread, and the past was also known to the world.

Some people praised him for his righteousness, and some people said that he was ruthless.

But no matter how he evaluated Martial Ancestor Qin Ge, Long Sanyuan was still waiting beside Qin Ge's body, silently waiting.

Perhaps, Long Sanyuan just wanted to be with Qin Ge, even in this way, but for her, it was okay to be together.

During this period, many people came to pay homage to Qin Ge's body, Yao Yunxi, Han Qingluan, Ye Nan, King of the Four Directions and others, Tu Shanjiu also came, but Tu Shanjiu and Long Sanyuan, the best friends in the past, now they don't know how to say when they meet again.

Tu Shanjiu didn't say anything after he arrived, just took a look at Qin Ge's body and left. This time, it seems that he is here to draw an end to his past.

Even this full stop is not perfect.