Chentangguan, the princess's mansion of Jiguo.

Yang Fanhai stood in the study and stared out the window, it was already late spring, but it was cold in the north, and the grass and trees here had just sprouted.

It was raining lightly, and the rain condensed on the leaves, rolling down like dewdrops, as if pregnant with new vitality.

There was a rush of footsteps, and Princess Jinglu pushed the door in, and asked eagerly, "Yang Fanhai, the king...... Passed away. ”

Yang Fanhai nodded: "I know!"

Seeing that Yang Fanhai already knew, Princess Jinglu's mind also calmed down, and then said, "The twelve generals have already prepared the carriage outside, shall we leave now?"

When the king died, courtiers from all over the world naturally wanted to go to Zhengcheng to mourn, even here.

"There's no need to arrange it! someone's coming!" Yang Fanhai shouted, and a guard immediately walked in.

"Tell to go down and let the twelve generals return to the camp, so that they don't have to go to Zhengcheng to mourn. There shall be no mistake in the mourning of the armies of the Northland. ”

"Yes!" the guard ordered to retreat.

"Let's go, the carriage is too slow, it's faster for the two of us to get there!"

After talking to Princess Jinglu, he rolled it up with his true qi, and spread his wings and flew away.

All the way to Zhengcheng, overlooking the earth, a piece of green. Under the suppression of the Kyushu Enchantment, Yang Fanhai's speed has been more than a star and a half slower than before, but because of this, he can see this vast land more clearly.

Changyi died, the whole country mourned, and without the detection of divine sense, Yang Fanhai could also hear the cries of the people below. The cries came and went, like a line rushing towards Zheng Cheng, and spread in all directions, covering the entire world.

The crying was sad, like mourning, which touched Yang Fanhai's heart greatly.

For cultivators, Changyi is just an ant, a person who has no cultivation, what can he do in such a world? Not only others, but even Yang Fanhai also looked down on him slightly. Counting up, from birth to death, Changyi lived a total of one hundred and forty-nine years, but Yang Fanhai saw him no more than twenty times.

Although after Gongsun Xuanyuan abdicated, they wrote to each other continuously for a hundred years, Changyi also regarded Yang Fanhai as a teacher, and asked if he had any questions. It's just that Yang Fanhai deliberately downplayed his influence in Huaxia, so there really wasn't much movement between them.

Just because you don't move doesn't mean you don't pay attention. For so many years, Yang Fanhai has been looking at Changyi through the situation in various places.

In the world of cultivators, he is not a strong man, but if he is judged by a king, he is a powerful king. For a hundred years, he has been conscientious and conscientious, and he does not dare to slack off because he knows that his life is limited.

How the world is governed, there is no need to describe it with such things as national strength and wealth, just listening to this overwhelming cry, you already know. In terms of winning the hearts of the people, he has surpassed his fathers. Gongsun Shaodian is not as good as him, and Gongsun Xuanyuan is not as good as him.

And this winning the hearts of the people is not made by acting, Changyi is a low-key person, and he rarely shows his head. If you know where there is a disaster, you won't go anywhere to give a loud speech, you will only cry secretly, trying to find a way to mobilize people and materials to help the disaster.

In the past, Yang Fanhai didn't think what Changyi was, but now if he wants to judge again, he can only describe it in two words: great man.

In the golden century, the earth is recovering, the common people are recovering, and Gongsun Xuanyuan himself is going to govern it, I'm afraid it won't be able to do this. It can only be said that Huaxia has prosperity, which is really a blessing of heaven.

And Changyi's refusal to take pills and not prolong life also touched Yang Fanhai's heart. He is not a saint, but in some ways he has surpassed a saint. Just ask who can resist the temptation of immortality, Yang Fanhai asked himself if he couldn't, but Changyi did it.

"The king of a country should not be a cultivator, he should be an ordinary person. Only those with a limited longevity can appreciate the preciousness of life and know how to cherish everything they have now. ”

"The more ordinary people are, the more they can understand the suffering of the people, and they will take their people seriously. ”

"The more powerful the king, the more he likes to wage war. Victory or defeat, it is the people who suffer. If you are a cultivator with an infinite lifespan, you may have those ambitions that you shouldn't have. ”

"A benevolent king does not need to have strong personal force, as long as he knows how to govern the world. ”

This is what Changyi once said, and before that, Yang Fanhai couldn't even fully understand what he said. Benevolence is good, but it has nothing to do with Shouyuan.

But now, listening to the crying of the Quartet, he suddenly felt as if he understood.

If you govern the world by yourself, I am afraid that you will not be in a hurry, because you have an infinite lifespan, and there are too many things to do in addition to the world, and you even have to spend a lot of time cultivating and meditating.

Changyi, on the other hand, is not a cultivator, so there is no need to practice. And longevity is limited, and living for one day means that death is one day closer.

Such a person has a sense of reverence for the world, for the people, and for the whole world that cultivators do not have. I care about the country, so I do my best every day. A hundred years, but it can achieve the effect of a cultivator king for a thousand years.

Changyi used his life to interpret what it means to be an emperor for the world: for the common people, for the community, and for the world.

It doesn't matter if you have longevity, as long as the spirit of serving the country and the people can be passed on, the spirit of the king will never die.

All the way forward, before reaching Zhengcheng, you can see a large number of people wearing linen and filial piety from all directions. Such a position was something that King Gongsun Shaodian had never enjoyed in the past.

In the place of the temple in the city, the coffin containing the body of Changyi visited the high altar, and the hundred officials were already waiting there, and the dry waste was also standing at the head of the hundred officials in a white cloth.

After Yang Fanhai landed, the dry wilderness broke open and hundreds of officials came up, and bowed down: "I've seen the teacher." ”

"I've seen the god of war!" the hundred officials also saluted.

Xuanyuan Holy Emperor is the god of war, the mainstay of the three major wars of the human race, even if Yang Fanhai has deliberately downplayed his influence in Huaxia over the years, he still can't eliminate it. Just like this funeral, the future of the god of war was actually started by no one.

"You don't have to be polite!" Yang Fanhai asked everyone to get up, took the mourning clothes and put them on, and then asked Qianhuang: "What about General Rio Tinto and General Yinglong?"

"The generals and the envoys of the Wu clan should have arrived soon!" Qianhuang said: "Since the teacher is here, then the funeral will begin!"

On weekdays, when the master and apprentice walk together, Yang Fanhai walks in front, and the drought is also prepared at this moment.

It's just that this time Yang Fanhai refused: "Dry famine, from today on, you are my king of Huaxia, but all Chinese generals and ministers must listen to your orders, even if they are teachers, understand?"

Qianhuang nodded, didn't say much, shouted with the master of ceremonies, the funeral began, and led the ministers towards the high altar.

Although there were soldiers to maintain order, they did not prevent the people from coming, and for a while, there was another cry in Zhengcheng, which resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Three days after the funeral, the envoy of the Wu clan arrived, and Yang Fanhai personally greeted him.

Not surprisingly, the leader of the Wu Clan mission is still Jiufeng, who is the high priest of the Wu Clan, and the leader of the Thirteen Clans is accompanying him. In the past, the Wu clan had twelve surnames, which were nobles, and the thirteenth clan was the Jiuli clan established later.

The race of the witch king is really unjustifiable if he can't become a nobleman. In addition, if it is peaceful today, the twelve surnamed Wu clans did not interfere, so they complied with it.

When Yang Fanhai knew about this in the past, he also let Qianhuang secretly push it, and under the Kyushu enchantment, the strength of the Wu clan was indeed the slowest to weaken. In the past, the human race in the same realm could fight with the Wu clan, but now one Wu clan in the same realm is afraid that ten human races can fight.

The establishment of this thirteenth clan will inevitably cause intrigue within the Wu clan, which can distract their minds and may weaken their strength. Although Yang Fanhai didn't like this feeling very much, for the sake of the human race, he had to start playing this so-called gamer.

"I've seen the God of War!" Jiufeng led the Wu Clan delegation to salute Yang Fanhai.

The Wu clan respects the strong, and after Gongsun Xuanyuan, the entire Chinese human race only serves Yang Fanhai alone. Not to mention the battle of Hanquan and the battle of chasing deer, only to say that the battle of Jianmu was the first to charge, and the sub-saint realm and the arrow god king were at a high and low, and then they single-handedly entered the nine heavens. Such a record is also admired by the Wu clan, and the name of the god of war, after Chiyou, can be said to be well deserved.

"I've seen you!" Yang Fanhai also saluted: "The king is inconvenient to mourn, so I came to greet you, please." ”

"Please!" Jiufeng raised his head and looked at Yang Fanhai with a pair of beautiful eyes, and his eyes were as rippling as flowing water, and his affection could be seen.

Still haven't diluted ...... Yang Fanhai sighed secretly in his heart, since he had written a letter to Jiufeng for the Qianhuang in the past, for so many years, he had never contacted the Wu clan's side, and even refused various invitations. Not only to downplay his influence, but also to make Jiufeng completely dead.

For many years, Jiufeng has never contacted him again, Yang Fanhai thought that the matter had passed, but it was not so easy to know when he saw Fang Fang today.

This matter can only be thought of in the future, Yang Fanhai put down the matter in his heart and led everyone to the high altar on the side of the Taimiao.

The funeral of the country, although according to Changyi's intentions, ten days is enough. But first, it won the support of the people, and second, it took too much time for generals from all over the country to arrive, and the funeral took three months to end.

After the national funeral, the generals left one after another, and Yang Fanhai also said goodbye and returned to Chentangguan. Jiufeng and the Wu Clan mission invited him to go to the Wu Clan's residence, but he politely refused, saying only that he would have the opportunity to come back in the future.

In the 14,613th year of the flood calendar, the dry famine succeeded to the throne, and the emperor was called Zhuan.

He extended the will of Changyi and governed the country wholeheartedly, making China's national strength go further. Guotai and the people are safe, the wind and rain are smooth, and it is a new golden century.

Different from Changyi, Zhuan Xiu is extraordinary, but the longevity is infinite, and it is even more respected by the Wu clan.

Just when everyone thought that this peace and prosperity would last, no one knew that a great change was brewing.