Huh ~

The cold wind blew, and the heavy snow like goose feathers flew all over the sky.

Accompanied by the sound of "Woo Woo", one carriage after another ran along the road between the wilderness and came outside the northwest city.

In the wind and snow, the northwest city was bustling inside and outside, with all kinds of noises coming one after another.

"Since the Qiyuan Organizer caused the geothermal heat, it has not been so difficult every winter. However, this change will continue for a long time, a long time..."

In front of the city tower, Yang Jian set up a small table, red mud stove was boiling tea, and the elderly Qi Wensheng sat down in a cloak, and he still kept talking about the changes in the northwest city and even the world over the years.

"Fortunately, the immortal mountain has not been born. The world has been very peaceful in recent years. This is related to the construction of a cultivation hall by Your Majesty. Most of the masters in the world practice in the cultivation hall..."

Qi Wensheng held a teacup and warmed his hands.

"Most of those who didn't come were also 'invited', and only a few magical masters escaped from the border and overseas..."

A purple dress came from the wind and snow, and Feng Wushuang's eyes turned slightly:

"After all, Your Majesty is more gentle than you now, and he will not talk about success or failure..."

"The Feng Master has actually come."

Yang Yu smiled slightly and asked him to sit down. When the old friends met again, he felt a little happy.

In the Dayan Mountains in the past, if it were not for the timely inducement of the "returning wind and returning fire" of his man, he might not have been able to kill the old woman Liansheng.

"Where is there any leader?"

Feng Wushuang was not polite, and she glanced at Yang Jian after she sat down:

"According to the will of today, I pity my religion, and it was disbanded yesterday, and all 100,000 believers were under supervision from their respective prefectures and prefectures."

"The Feng Sect Master blamed the wrong person."

Yang Jian spread his hands.

"I issued this rule."

Prison Yang does not hide it:

"It's not just Liansheng Buddhism, Hanging Mountain, Lanke Temple, Tianlun Temple, and outside the pass, without permission, you cannot spread the teachings!"

This was the first law he issued after returning to the mountains and seas, and banned the folk scriptures.

This is naturally not for centralization, but for the prevention of the Taoist ghosts resurrected with the power of incense.

"so?"

Feng Wushuang's face was slightly calmer, and he wanted to say something, but Qi Wensheng spoke:

"It is not impossible for Master Feng to preach the scriptures, but every time he preaches and preaches, there are many disciples who need to report to the court."

He put down the teacup and asked Feng Wushuang to go with him. Although the latter had just arrived, after hearing this, he still stood up and went.

"The most inconspicuous ripples in the changes of heaven and earth are enough to destroy dynasties, and a heavy syllabus must be used!"

Yang Yu looked at the wind and snow from a distance and sighed slightly:

"It's a pity that some people don't understand, thinking that you and I will not delegate power..."

"There are more and more people asking for the ban. After you know that after you return, there are also many old ministers who have written letters..."

Yang Jian was playing with the tea cup:

"The saying that you and my brothers can share hardships, but not wealth and honor is widely circulated among the people. Even Wu Changbai was portrayed as you killed for centralization..."

For three thousand years, some things have been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

For example, eat imperial grain.

No matter how big the disaster or disaster is, no minister will be willing to donate his salary. With your order, he can fight his life and touch their money, but it won’t work!

For example, learn civil and military skills, sell goods to the imperial family, and be willing to sacrifice one's life to fight for wealth for generations for generations.

What is established in a person's heart can be changed without supernatural powers.

"If you suffer, you don't want your descendants to suffer any more. This is human nature, but gold and silver can be divided, but land cannot be divided..."

Yu Yang sighed, why didn’t he understand this truth?

However, as the sky is approaching, the wind and snow are getting heavier every year. Even though we have tried our best to do it for many years, we still cannot change the harshness of the illusion and the reduction of grain production.

It is foreseeable that this change will last for dozens and hundreds of years and may become worse and worse.

Under such circumstances, the political system of the Dachu Dynasty could not be moved lightly, and it must be centralized, and it must also be centralized.

The land cannot move.

"I'm afraid of giving up my power? Humph! If it weren't for your brother, you insisted on passing it to me, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to these slutty people!"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, but he saw the crowds and horses in the wind and snow outside the city, but his face calmed down:

"The more they are, the less I can't delegate power to them! In fact, in recent years, they have been a little ready to act. The people who instigated the Deyang Mansion to "rescue the king" came from Qin Lihu..."

"Qin Lihu won't!"

Yu Yang frowned.

"People will change!"

Yang Jian took out the broken pages of the Book of Life and Death and handed them to Yang Yu. The latter took them, and his thoughts were swept away and he frowned.

"Wei Zhengxian's thirteen people, Qi Wensheng's thirteen people, Yu Jing's thirteen people, Lin Qitian, Fang Ada...

These people are familiar with us, and they were all powerful generals who charged in battle many years ago, but unfortunately..."

Yang Jian was very calm because he was limited to knowing these people.

However, Yang Yu was a little silent. Many of the people on this broken page were selected by him and had excellent experience in life.

Before the founding of the country, they charged in battle without fear of life and death. After they were at peace, they had changed to varying degrees, either because of their companions, family members, or family.

"Human heart..."

At this moment, Yang Yu remembered Zhang Xuanba from the past.

The invincible Prince Zhao wanted to promote the reform, but he turned to his doorstep.

The phoenix wings asked the gold wings and failed to slash at the same clan, sons and nephews, comrades, compatriots, and biological mothers...

"Killing means being mean and ruthless. If you don't kill, the more intense it will become, and eventually it will be out of control."

Yang Jian looked at his brother:

"Brother, if you are in a dilemma, you can also postpone it. I'll kill you after you leave!"

"No need!"

Yu Yang refused.

Because of Zhang Xuanba's previous lessons, he also left many tricks in the decades before and after his founding. What he saw in this book of life and death, those who violated the laws and slaughtered the people have not yet risen to the level of Fang Ada.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, but just picked up the teacup.

Huh ~

With one step forward, Yang Yu disappeared into the wind and snow.

...

"Your Majesty has been back for a year..."

Behind the Ding'an Road City Government Office, Qin Lihu stood in his armor and gently wiped the long sword in his palm, with a bit complicated look.

"Your Majesty did not summon you?"

In the small courtyard, Yang Lao set up a big pot, took some meat pieces from the boiling soup from time to time, and ate and drank with wine:

"If he doesn't summon him, you should take the initiative to pay homage! You are the old man whom His Majesty personally included in the account!"

Qin Lihu was silent for a moment, put his sword back into the sheath, and this Shidu Wuqu, the current general Ding'an Dao lowered his eyes:

"I'm afraid!"

"Afraid?"

Yang Lao was stunned, his expression suddenly changed, and his fat body suddenly trembled and jumped up:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?!!"

There was silence in the courtyard.

Qin Lihu turned around hard and looked into the room. When the familiar figure came into view, his body couldn't help but tremble:

"Is Your Majesty here to kill me?"

"Why kill you?"

Yang Yu sat with a big horse with a golden knife, looking at the big tiger he had cultivated himself.

"The people who encouraged the people in Deyang Prefecture to serve the king, yes..."

"It is your sin to be punished if you are not strict in your ruling ruling. If you are guilty, you will naturally be punished!"
To be continued...