The sky is bright, 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 hanging white cloth flags and paper flowers representing the atmosphere of mourning, and the city is full of pedestrians wearing plain clothes with gloomy and sad faces, although these people come from different locations in the city, but their goals are all one, all in one direction, towards the door of the house where He Zhizhou lived before his death.

In front of the door of Hefu, a tall and solemn mourning shed has already been erected, in front of the mourning shed, all the musicians in the city who are responsible for playing the funeral and marrying are all gathered here, one by one with a sad face and standing neatly, where there are tears on the one hand, while playing a tune of high and desolate vicissitudes with various musical instruments in their hands.

Today, is the day of He Zhizhou's burial, this He Zhizhou in this Yongzhou City, although the official is only a few years, but it is to govern and educate here into a rich hometown similar to a paradise, but also to make the young dependent, the old have support, the night does not close the door, the road is not left behind, there are no people who starve to death inside and outside the city, and there are no robbers and thieves on the mountains and under the mountains, although He Zhizhou sometimes seems to be a little too sour and stubborn, but the people of Yongzhou are still very committed to his feelings, the people here, and all of them regarded him as their most beloved and dearest person.

Nowadays, He Zhizhou's funeral has already become the most important and important thing in the whole city, the people in the whole city can come, basically all rushed over, there are too many people who have received He Zhizhou's favor, many residents outside the city, from the beginning of getting the news, but since last night began to set off, rushed to the front of He Mansion in the city early in the morning, where full of sadness to worship He Zhizhou's heroic spirit. In front of the mourning hall in He Zhizhou, there is also a couplet written by the oldest Confucian student in the city with tears: Six years of happiness in the township, asking who broke the Great Wall, the empty sect is desperate; The sun and the moon are sad, and the Zongxian family is also an evil demon, and the soul is like life.

In the wide mourning hall, there are two coffins placed together, without it, just because after Mrs. He heard that her husband died, she also suddenly died and died. He hanged himself in the bedroom that night, even if he could not be born on the same day of the same month and month of the same year, he would rather die on the same day of the same year and the same month of the same year, but he also made a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate with his husband, but he took pity on the only heir of He Fu, He Xiugu Miss He, and her parents were lost within a day, leaving her a lonely woman. In the end, I had to cry and cry with the help of the housekeeper's housekeeper to take care of the funeral of my parents.

He Xiugu, a weak woman, has had such a tragic experience before. I had no choice but to be presided over by my father's friends and colleagues, dressed in a heavy filial piety, and the little maid Xiaoyu girl beside me, where she was grief-stricken and kept mourning. In just over a day, he had already cried and fainted four or five times, if it weren't for the fact that he had a mid-level Qi refining cultivation in his body. This He Xiugu, I don't know what it looks like to be tossed by this incident.

He Hongyuan was not an official before, the family map was surrounded by four walls, poor as a wash, during the period when he entered Beijing to catch the exam, his hometown coincided with a drought, and the people were starving to death in batches, when he became famous, in his hometown, there was already no half of his relatives, so, after the discussion of some friends and acquaintances in this He Zhizhou, he decided not to return to his hometown for burial, since this He Zhizhou is kind to the people of this Yongzhou city, then, let him stay here, buried in this Yongzhou between the mountains and rivers.

A group of people with different clothes and decorations, rich and poor, lined up in a long line, and after worshipping in front of He Zhizhou's funeral shed in turn, with the order of the steward in charge of the funeral, all the musicians played a song of mourning that broke people's hearts and intestines, and at the same time, all the people who participated in the whole funeral knelt on the ground together, and one by one they let out a loud cry, crying bitterly The evil god barefoot immortal who hurt people's lives regardless of good and evil, Feeling the righteousness of the two sleeves of the breeze for the welfare of the people's parents He Hongyuan, the whole funeral in the process of crying, has been carried out to the spirit of the procedure, only to see He Hongyuan's friends and colleagues, one by one wiping the corners of their eyes there full of sadness slowly tearing all kinds of white banners in front of the mourning hall, after they tore these banners in front of the mourning hall, eight young officials with big shoulders and round waists, all wearing filial piety clothes, there with a heavy face lifted the coffin of He Zhizhou and his wife, under the leadership of the steward, Moved towards a piece of feng shui treasure outside the city.

Before the coffin, He Xiugu, who was dressed in white and holding a white lotus flower, had already cried so much that she couldn't cry, if it weren't for the little maid's support, I am afraid that she would not even be able to walk after being stimulated and delirious. Starting from the front of He's house, all the way to the avenue outside the city, all crowded with funeral crowds, when the coffin walked through the road, the coffin walked there, and the people there all knelt down in advance, and the oldest old man in the crowd shouted in unison there, in order to show his condolences and thoughts for He Zhizhou.

"The people of Yongzhou have to meet adults, Fang Shi has today's grand scene, the kindness of adults, we will never forget, the mountains are high and the waters are long, the adults of Zhizhou go all the way, the heroic spirits of the adults are immortal, driving the cranes to the clouds, flying high in the sky, the people of Yongzhou, thank you here, and send the adults of Zhizhou on the road......"!

"Congratulations to Lord He on the road......"!

Every time the people kneeled to send, He Xiugu, who was already in a semi-comatose state, would insist on bending down to return the salute, along the way, He Xiugu didn't know how many salutes she had performed, even if it was her mid-level cultivation of qi refining, she was a little unbearable, but fortunately, with the passage of time, the funeral procession at this time had come to the city gate of the south gate of Yongzhou, and on a small hillside by the river not far ahead, it was the best feng shui treasure selected by the Feng Shui master collective He Zhizhou in the entire city at the fastest speed.

Outside the city, a group of soldiers stood there in clear armor, each soldier's head and shoulders were wrapped in a circle of white cloth, when the coffin passed silently in front of their military column, the whole army moved there, only to see that under the leadership of their regimental training envoys, all the hundreds of sergeants fell to the ground on one knee in unison, and their right hands shook, and there was a sound of weapons unsheathed, and all the sergeants were there with an earth-shattering roar.

"Yongzhou has to have adults, there is today, all the inspection division, send adults on the road, the adult's name is forever, the name exists through the ages, Yongcheng is a place, never dare to forget the kindness of the adult, and the Lord Zhizhou has a good ...... all the way"!

As soon as this situation came out, whether it was ordinary people inside and outside the city, or state officials, or sergeants, their faces were young or old, and they were all sad to the extreme's tears at this time. It's all thanks to them, Lord Zhizhou.

A few days ago, the Xiangjiang Jiaolong was raging, and they had already relied on their Zhizhou lord's wits and strength, and finally they were able to eradicate the evil dragon and preserve the peace of their Yongzhou, but unfortunately, in a disaster, it was their He Zhizhou who stood up for the innocent people in the city, and accused the barefoot immortal who fell from the sky and had high mana, but he didn't expect this immortal to be so unreasonable, and he didn't leave a trace of emotion, just lightly, They cut their beloved Lord Zhizhou into several pieces, and lost their precious lives.

All the people knew that as soon as the coffin left the city gate, they would never see this He Zhizhou again, and at the moment when the coffin was carried out of the city gate, all the people were there and wept on the ground, grieving, crying from the sky, and the whole city gate became a sea of grief and weeping for a while.

"Yongzhou, well, this is it, bark, the people in Yongzhou City have listened to me, this general, is the general of my Nanhai Dragon Palace, this time with our fifth prince came over, is to avenge the eighth prince of our South China Sea Dragon Palace, at the beginning, who killed the eighth prince, give me to hand him over, maybe our fifth prince can also spare the people of your Yongzhou city, otherwise, if you provoke our fifth prince to start a fire, you must launch the flood in the sky, send out the flames that rush to the sky, and put you in this city, Give all of them to ashes......"!

Just when these people were crying endlessly to bid farewell to the coffins of He Zhizhou and his wife, they saw a huge cloud of water vapor rushing over from the sky in the south, and in the midst of the water vapor, I saw a team of strangely shaped shrimp soldiers and crabs who were there to show off their might, holding the weapons in their hands, and glaring at the people below with angry eyes, as if these people were their enemies.

The vapor mass formed by the water mist soon floated to the sky above the entire city gate, only to see that from the water vapor, a water tribe with a huge shark head quickly stepped out, this guy waved the iron fork in his hand there, and no one in his eyes announced their intentions, and there was a strong persecution of these human races in the city, and handed over the murderer who killed their eighth prince Ao Zhong of the South China Sea, otherwise, what awaits them will be the destruction of the entire city. (To be continued......)