When Yang Wan founded the country, he learned the lessons of the previous dynasty and did not divide the royal family, so as to avoid the troubles of future generations and the same room.

But the huge clan couldn't ignore it, so Yang Wan listened to the suggestion of Emperor Yang Qing and built a city in Yangjia Village, the ancestral land of the Yang family, called Qisheng City.

All the three generations of descendants of the emperor of the current dynasty, the rest of the clans will all move to Qisheng City to take care of the ancestral temple of the Yang family and serve the spirit of the Qisheng Emperor.

There have always been rumors within the imperial family that Emperor Qisheng is the real ancestral god and has been protecting the Yang family since his death.

Although no descendant has been guided since Yang Wan, there is the imperial examination ancestral training left by Taizu, and the descendants of later generations still maintain their respect for Emperor Qisheng.

Those who live in the city enjoy the same clan treatment according to the title, and the title cannot be hereditary, and the title is reduced from generation to generation until the last generation is the lieutenant of Fengguo.

Lieutenant Fengguo is a basic title that all clans can have, and as long as you live in Qisheng City, you can receive basic living security with it.

However, in recent years, due to the large number of clans, the pressure of support has increased dramatically, and the imperial court has also opened its mouth.

Clans that have reached the rank of lieutenant in Fengguo can choose to give up their titles and go outside the city to be self-reliant.

The policy of the imperial court was from a very good starting point, trying to let the lieutenant Fengguo, who had the largest base, go out and reduce the financial pressure.

However, the unconditional offering of 270 years has already brought the clans in the Holy City to waste, and it is not an exaggeration to call them a group of silverfish.

After the new policy of the imperial court came down, it did set off a craze, and a large number of lieutenants who were dissatisfied with the status quo of Fengguo stepped out of the comfort zone of Qisheng City and went out.

As a result, in less than half a year, many people ran back in disgrace, blocking the city gate every day, begging for explanations, trying to return to the city.

Yang Yuzu's bloodline is far from that of the current emperor, and he was already a lieutenant of Fengguo when he was his grandfather's generation, so his status in Qisheng City was naturally the lowest one.

The location of his house was in the outer city, and it was a private square near the city gate, and most of the people living here were ordinary people who served the clan.

Zhou Bai glanced at the furnishings at home, except for the tables and chairs for eating, there was nothing else, and he knew that the resources of the physical family did not need to be considered.

Walking out of the inner room, it was early morning outside, and a middle-aged man in a white robe in the small courtyard looked sad and lonely, leaning against the well and smoking a pipe.

"Dad, my mother went to Aunt Wang's house to help wash again?" Zhou Bai walked over and asked the middle-aged man as he skillfully took out a few pieces of crushed tobacco from his body and stuffed them into a shiny pipe.

The man is Yang Yu's down-and-out father Yang Qing, who is also a lieutenant in Fengguo, who has been obsessed with the identity of the clan all his life, and has been trapped in the contradiction between change and not wanting to change.

"Well, Wang Po has picked up a batch of clothes from the nobles in the inner city and needs your mother's help. told her not to go, don't go, how can she afford to wash a broken one, the wife of the clan follows those Qiantou to make a living, what kind of system does it become......"

"Dad, I'm going to look for a job too, otherwise you won't be able to smoke dry tobacco."

Yang Qing also wanted to complain about his wife, but Zhou Bai blocked his mouth with a word, and he was silent, his face full of embarrassment.

Finally, when Zhou Bai pushed open the courtyard door and was about to step out, he seemed to remember the disrespect of his wife and children, and seemed to express his helplessness.

"It's better to die than to live, look at those clans who seek change all day long, a few of them are good, and we have a share of rice and grain in the city."

Zhou Bai paused, but he didn't look back, and still strode non-stop.

It turned out that the predecessor Yang Yu was a changer, he didn't want to be locked in Qisheng City for the rest of his life, and wanted to go out, but his father Yang Qing didn't agree, so he didn't make the trip.

Of course, he himself is not too firm, and the experience of his predecessors has somewhat extinguished the heat in his heart.

Walking out of the ancestral courtyard, there is a street outside, because it is located on the edge of the outer city, and most of the people at the bottom come and go.

Their faces were ruddy, their faces were rarely sad and often satisfied, and they could hear from the conversation and trading that the Qianshou civilians of Qisheng City were not actually worried about their livelihoods.

Even if he is just working for the clans in the city, he can ensure that he has no worries about food and clothing, so it is full of fireworks and hustle and bustle.

And what Yang Yu knows about the outside world, there are constant wars, local political power is divided, martial artists are rampant in all directions, and society is in turmoil.

While the imperial court tried its best to fight against the barbarian iron cavalry, it also had to suppress the rebellion internally, and all kinds of harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes continued to squeeze every cent of the people's oil and water.

The people at the bottom have no place to live, suffer endless pain and suffering, the disparity between the rich and the poor, famine and pestilence, and robbers are rampant.

Compared with the outside, it is not an exaggeration to say that Qisheng City is a paradise.

"Let me in, I'm a clan, I want to go back to the Holy City!"

"There's no way to live outside, I'm going to be a lieutenant back to Fengguo......"

"Grandpa Tai, Grandpa Qi, have you seen it, the court does not give the descendants of the Yang family a way to live......"

No, the sound that overwhelmed the hustle and bustle of the red dust immediately came from the city gate.

Zhou Bai looked over and saw a group of clans wearing the same "decent" robes as Yang Qing, arguing with the soldiers on duty at the city gate.

The contradiction is very simple, one side wants to come in, and the other side is not allowed to come in.

These people are the mouth of the down-and-out father Yang Qing, who didn't get a good deal outside, and turned his head to return to the change-seeking clan in Qisheng City.

But even with the bloody facts in front of him, Zhou Bai still saw that at the gate of the city, there were many young lieutenants who were carrying burdens and wanted to go out.

Yang Qing is right, Lai can have a mouthful of food in the city, but it is limited to a mouthful of food.

As the barbarians drove straight into the hinterland of the Central Plains a few years ago, the supply of the imperial court to the low-level clans of Qisheng City dropped again and again.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be Yang Yu's mother, and she would have to be like an ordinary civilian, going to Huan laundry to supplement the family, which is really a last resort.

All kinds of current situations show that under the calm water surface of Qisheng City, there is an undercurrent turbulence.

Hundreds of thousands of clansmen, ninety percent of them are Fengguo lieutenants, and most of them are well-fed young and strong, in the troubled times, this is a huge force.

Just when Zhou Bai was thinking about how to grasp this power, a fierce collision suddenly occurred at the city gate, and the defenders, who were originally just beaten and did not fight back, drew their swords one after another, and drove all the troublesome expulsion clans away from the city gate.

In a few moments, the sound of hurried horses' hooves sounded, and it turned out to be a herald messenger carrying arrows rushing towards him, and not in one batch, but in several batches in succession.

Although the direction of these messengers was the Zongzheng Mansion in the inner city, the news in their mouths was not hidden at all.

No matter how remote the clan is, it is also the most powerful supporter of the Yang family in the world, and the "captivity" of so many clans in Qisheng City is naturally to give some privileges.

Since the establishment of the Holy City, there has been a tacit understanding between the imperial court and this side, and no matter how big or small, it will not hide it from the walls.

"The military situation is urgent, the barbarians are going south in advance, and all the three northern passes are lost!"

"The Eighteenth Road Smoke and Dust Alliance, agrees to enter the Holy City first as the king!"

"The Martial Arts League decided to convene a martial arts conference, to discuss the level with martial arts, to elect a new martial arts alliance leader, and to fight against the Northern Barbarians under the leadership of the new alliance leader."

"The new policy of the imperial court, from the prince down, the rice of the clan will be reduced by two percent."

Suddenly, there was a heated discussion in the whole city, some of them called for joining the army, and some of them went out of the city to participate in the martial arts conference, but more of them scolded the court for being incompetent and ruthless.

"It's still minus two percent, is this not letting us live?"

"They are sure that the Yang family will not rebel, they have an army of millions, and they will be bullied by the Northern Barbarians, and they will be made out of the eighteen anti-thieves internally!"

"I think it's better to set up another court in Qisheng City, anyway, there are many princes and princes."

"Shhhh This city is full of Zongzheng Mansion's eyeliner......"

Zhou Bai sat in a tea shop for a while, and when he saw that he couldn't hear any substantive news, he continued to walk towards the ancestral temple.

No matter how the situation changes in this world, no matter what big things he wants to do, he must first achieve the basic goal of returning to this realm.

The ancestral temple is dedicated to the ancestors of the past dynasties, and is naturally located in the middle of the Qisheng City, but this center is just on the edge of the inner city of Houxiu.

The nobles of the inner city preferred the lower clans to disturb their ancestors rather than have a large number of poor relatives bother them.

Coming to the grand ancestral temple, which occupies almost a few people's square areas, there are indeed a large number of lower-class clans coming in and out.

Occasionally, a few richly dressed Hou Bo also entered through the quiet place of the side door, and offered incense as quickly as possible, for fear of being entangled by poor relatives.

In recent years, there have been too many cases of clans coming to the door to cry poor, resulting in the inner city now generally not being allowed to enter the outer city.

If you want to say that the proposal to clean up Lieutenant Fengguo was the first to be put forward by a certain noble person in Qisheng City, it is not impossible.

According to the memory, Zhou Bai came to the main hall of the ancestral temple by car, and the spiritual plaque here was built several layers on the shrine, but the middle could only be Yang Chenglin, the Emperor of Qisheng, as well as Taizu Yang Wan and Taizong Gaozong.

Every ancestor who made significant contributions in the history of the Great Sui Dynasty will have an independent large incense burner.

What is strange is that the incense burner that belongs to Emperor Qisheng in the center has the least incense.

When Zhou Bai was offering incense, he also found that most of the objects of the sect's prayers were Taizu, Taizong, Gaozong, and Zhongzong.

Without him, just because these people have really manifested their spirits, they are the ancestral spirits who can really give yin blessings and luck.

And only the Emperor Qisheng has always existed in legends and has not appeared.

In addition to the years of the founding of the country, some people worshipped, and then it basically became a spiritual totem, and only when the court sacrifice or the royal family sacrifice was sacrificed, it was seriously sacrificed.

Zhou Bai's soul is gradually adapting to the rules of the ghost world, and now he can only use half to one percent of his power, but this is enough.

The spiritual realm hidden in the ancestral temple was clearly visible in his eyes.

Limited by the energy level of the world and the development of the Yin World, Da Sui did not form a dragon court, nor did it form a blessed land, only a narrow spiritual realm that could be maintained.

Sitting inside are several famous Ming monarchs in history, especially Taizu Yang Wan, Zhou Bai can vaguely see his vicissitudes of life, a little bit of his childhood.

Naturally, there is no Qisheng Emperor Yang Chenglin, Zhou Bai thought of the real Yang Chenglin who was taken by him to the mass grave of the underworld, after so many years, he should have already lost his soul.

When the divine consciousness was released, he immediately sensed the mark on Yang Chenglin's divine position plate, nearly three hundred years have passed, and it has weakened a lot, but it still exists.

After strengthening the Divine Sense Imprint, Zhou Bai activated the function given by the Imprint, and in the mass grave of the Netherworld, he left a homologous imprint.

The thought penetrated, Zhou Bai only felt a wisp of divine consciousness penetrate the space, and in the next moment, the familiar scene of mass graves appeared.

Outside Yang Chenglin's grave, none of the original familiar ghosts could be seen, no, it should be said that there were very few ghosts.

He groaned in his heart, which meant that the rules of yin and yang had been perfected a lot, and there were fewer and fewer ghosts that had entered the intersection of the two worlds of yin and yang.

The last time Zhou Bai came to this world, he influenced the yang world from the yin world, relying on the temporary passage opened after the death of the newcomer.

But now in a special area like a mass grave, it is difficult for new ghosts to go back, so how to open the yin and yang channel and pass it to the underworld to collect soul crystals.

Take control of the area near the Yangshi mass grave in Yangjia Village, keep an eye on all the dying people, and slowly wait for them to die?

But then he realized a question, is the Yin God Soul Body too powerful to forcibly pass through Yin and Yang?

However, he didn't regret choosing Yang Yu's physical body, who knows if he chose to enter the soul body, and whether he would be put into the netherworld.

Just when Zhou Bai was thinking about a way to cross yin and yang, soon, two ancestral spirits noticed that Zhou Bai was wrong and pointed at him to ask questions.

"Hey, you see, is this offspring looking at us?"

"Hey, whose descendant is this person, could it be that he was born with yin and yang eyes."

Taizu Yang Wan was puzzled at first, and then he was a little shocked, what did he see, and saw that in the eyes of a descendant, there was a closeness to him "spoiled"?

Are you an ancestor, or am I an ancestor?

Later, in Yang Wan's shock, Zhou Bai's mouth opened and closed, and he said silently as if he was smiling, little Yang Wan, I haven't seen you for a long time.

Xiao Yang Wan? And that familiar look is the ancestor who taught him in a dream when he was a child! Emperor Qisheng!

Because he was too excited, Yang Wan subconsciously wanted to respond, and the spirit card belonging to Yang Wan, the Great Sui Taizu, began to buzz.

Immediately afterwards, other ancestral spirits who knew the inside story also responded, Taizong Spiritual Position, Gaozong Spiritual Position, and Zhongzong Spiritual Position......

The scene of the manifestation of the saints shook all the clans in the ancestral temple, and they bowed their heads one after another, and the incense and incense power rolled in.

Zhou Bai once again inserted a pillar of incense sticks into the incense burner of Emperor Qisheng, and then controlled the spiritual position card to also buzz and vibrate.

He needs incense, the more the better, and on the Book of Luck, lines of entries are showing.

[Origin point: one hundred and fifty-one] (You collect a large amount of incense luck, the origin point is increased by fifty, and the origin point is increased by one.) ）

Zhou Bai never expected that the last time he replaced Yang Chenglin and became an ancestral spirit, he was deeply involved in the development of the world and leveraged the origin.

This time, you can actually exchange your incense luck for the origin point.

It's a pity that more of the incense belonging to Yang Chenglin has long since dissipated, or the incense luck is not "valuable", and it can only be won by quantity.

However, Zhou Bai can also be regarded as finding an effective way to obtain the origin point, that is, to make the name of Emperor Qisheng more resounding.

The origin point is sufficient, and the solution given by the Book of Fortune can be realized.

[Can be manifested: incense pot, ancestral spirit yin blessing, advanced divine soul great method]

Advancement of the Great Divine Soul Method: A supplement and improvement of the Great Divine Soul Method, specifically the method of dividing the Divine Soul. (It costs 300 Origin points to manifest.) ）

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