Zhang Qi closed his eyes and felt the last time.

I was decisive for most of my life, but I didn't expect to be confused in old age.

I hope it's too late this time to hurt future generations.

It's just that it's hard to ...... Cong'er.

Zhang Qizhi's death was not announced until the evening, and it was declared a sudden illness.

Zhang clan land.

The crowd quickly chose a cemetery.

The sorcerer put on a red robe and a mask and stood in front of the tomb.

Bathing and fasting beforehand.

He asked his men to surround the tomb with a red cloth in the shape of an octagonal gossip.

Then prepare a sword, a bow, an arrow, and grass, and place them on top of the altar made of stones.

The sword and bow are made of metal, and the people and savages are wooden; The grass is a new reed, and the people are weeds.

The wizard danced with his hands on one side, dancing in the smoke.

The disciples on the other side wrote down the land purchase scroll and the land policy according to the time of the tomb owner's death.

Open the mountain and cut the grass, break the ground and set up a coupon.

This is the so-called opening ceremony of cutting grass in the mountains.

Soon, the ceremony ended, the coffin was buried, and the sword, bow, and grass were placed in the tomb.

Seal the soil and bury the roll.

Zhang Cong, who was only fourteen years old, was expressionless, looking at the scene in front of him.

He wanted to cry a lot, but reality didn't allow it, the Zhang family was all on him now, he could cry as a son, and he couldn't have a trace of weakness as the head of the family, especially in this dangerous situation.

His father is the object of his admiration, but in recent years, there has been a trace of omission.

That is, he attaches too much importance to the ancestral land and the so-called ancestral glory, and is reluctant to give up.

If you grow and grow under the noses of others, you will surely suffer disaster.

When everything was in order, the funeral was over.

Wow!

At this time, a strong wind rose.

A golden light fell from the sky and sank into the cemetery.

Then the golden light flashed away, and a faint figure disappeared into the golden light.

The crowd was in an uproar.

The wizard was even more excited.

The gods have appeared!

Shenhou personally led the head of the family to the underworld to enjoy the blessings, and it seems that their efforts for so many years have been seen by Shenhou.

Everyone knelt down one after another, and Zhang Cong was no exception.

Seeing the head of the family being led to the underworld, the fear of the future in everyone's hearts disappeared a lot.

Perhaps, they don't have the merits of the head of the family, but there is also the possibility of immortality in the underworld, isn't it?

"Gather everyone in the name of seeing off the head of the family, prepare the armor, and kill it early tomorrow morning!"

"Yes!"

At the same time, a team of people went to the place of Wu Jia Wulan.

Although the Zuo family is nominally their main family, it has long existed in name only, so it has shrunk in the place of Zuocheng, and even the two cities of Fengyuan and Longpo have been handed over.

There are no troops, and there is no difference between them and the wasted.

Generally, only the Wu family can speak.

Soon, the convoy arrived at a mansion.

This is where the division commander Wu Lan is.

There were two stone lions still breathing at the door.

Different from the statues of later generations, the stone lions of the gatekeepers and the owl kisses of the town houses in this period are real monsters.

Thump!

The envoy of the Zhang family knelt at the door.

"The people of the Zhang family are here to make amends."

After a long time, Wu Lan slowly walked out of the door, and the Zhang envoy was surprised by the young man of this person.

"Tell me, what are your sins?"

"The hospitality is not thorough, and it is disrespectful to the king, so I came to ask for sin, and the wizard specially instructed that this time the foundation was laid, and the Zhang family should also cooperate."

At the same time, the envoy of the Zhang family pushed out a box containing gold and silver jewelry.

"Very well, let's go back."

With a smile on her face, Wu Lan watched everyone leave.

Then Yu said two sentences to his entourage: "Continue to monitor." ”

Five hundred armored soldiers were staring around the Zhang clan, and another thousand people went to the land of the Xiong clan.

These people are the best soldiers among the elite soldiers, and soon the tens of thousands of acres of fertile land of the two families will belong to them.

……

Underworld.

Under the banyan tree, suddenly the wind blew up.

The golden light quickly flew from the sky and fell under the banyan tree.

The golden light dissipated, and a man in blue, with mottled hair, three long wisps of beard, and an old face, appeared here.

Zhang Qi looked around suspiciously.

Gray sky, Yin God Blood Moon.

There is also the ubiquitous green mist and yin wind, all of which prove that this place is not the sun.

"This is? …… Underworld? ”

Zhang Qi was a little unsure.

Wow!

At this time, the wind was raging, and the leaves were falling.

The shade of the trees overhead parted, and a figure hung in the air.

The yin wind blew the robe, and the black and white wavy patterns spread all over the face, and the surrounding earth qi formed a hideous earth python, lying on the shoulders of this god.

This scene was seen many years ago.

Suddenly, Zhang Qi seemed to travel back in time to many years ago.

At that time, he was still a young horse breeder, seriously injured and dying.

At that time, the gods suddenly appeared and changed the fate of their lives.

And now......

"Now that he is drooping and old, the demeanor of the gods is still the same."

Zhang Qi looked reminiscing and gently moved.

The person in front of him is the god Maohou.

"Sit down." Tang Ping stretched out his hand and pointed at the grass and trees on the ground to form tables and chairs, "You should be very curious about this place, this place is the underworld ......"

Tang Ping told him about the identity of Maohou and his relationship with the underground lord.

Maohou is himself, and he can be someone else in the future.

The Underground Lord can only be himself.

He didn't want Maohou and the Underground Lord to contact others.

As for his status and the situation in the underworld, he also told Zhang Qi 1510, and he did not shy away from anything.

While speaking, Tang Ping summoned the ground to come out.

The form of the notice is like a rectangular slate scroll, with its own information in the middle, and the back of the original empty, but now there is a line of small print.

"Ghost: Zhang Qi, realm: early stage of the soul. Lifespan: eighty-nine. ”

may be the reason for the direct conversion, Zhang Qi only has the lifespan of a demonic soul, and Yin Shou starts from scratch.

As long as his mind moved, the words on it were immediately erased, Zhang Qi immediately lost his soul, and the subordinates of the opening ceremony were absolutely loyal to him.

It's been eight years since I last met with the Green Wood Ridge mandrill.

Xiong's and Zhang's two sacrifices a year, a total of four sacrifices, the yin soil increased by 32 zhang in eight years, plus it should have been 56 zhang before.

The shade width of the banyan tree has increased by more than 100 zhang, and other parameters have also increased a lot.

The water area expanded to 40 zhang nearby.

"Therefore, as the gods of heaven and earth, this stage is mainly to develop ourselves, and what we have is time."

After listening quietly, Zhang Qi probably understood the pattern of this world.

When he thought of the Yang Realm, he couldn't help but be a little worried, and said, "I don't know if they can escape this catastrophe." ”

"You are all ancestors now, there is less mixing in the affairs of the yang world, and the descendants have their own creation, so there is no need to worry."

Tang Ping said.

I helped them enough.

I have to meddle in everything, this is to find a group of fathers for myself, then it is not a god, but a nanny.

The gods are the spirits of eternal life, watching the ebb and flow of the tide, and the gods are also transformed.

"That's right, I'm a ghost, why bother, I knew I shouldn't have been too radical in the first place."

"You're a bit aggressive."

"In fact, the reason why Weichen doesn't want to become a barbarian is that he doesn't want you to become a barbarian, and it will be very difficult to spread it in the future."

"Do you think Benhou seems to be someone who cares about this? If you can't pass it on by mouth, then use knives and guns! ”

"I see."

Zhang Qi looked a little lonely.

This is the final conclusion of the coffin.

Pathetic, pity, hateful.

When I was young, I thought it was a long time, but when I looked back, I had become a dry bone in the grave.

At this time, Tang Ping suddenly stood up.

"You're wrong again."

"Mo Dao Sangyu is late, and the sky is still full of xia."

"The sun sets, the long night has just begun, and everything is still inconclusive."

Zhang Qi Huoran raised his head, suddenly got up, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you Shenhou for your explanation, Weichen understands."

From now on, follow in the footsteps of the gods.

The years go by, the tide rises and falls.

The so-called foreign enemy will one day die at his own hands.

"Come, find a notebook and write down the enemies one by one, so that you will have the strength to work hard."