Chentang Pass, Princess' Mansion of Ji Kingdom.

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

It was drizzling, and the rain condensed on the leaves, rolling down like dewdrops, as if nurturing new vitality.

A burst of rapid footsteps came, Princess Jinglu pushed the door and asked anxiously: "Yang Fanhai, the king... has passed away."

Yang Fanhai nodded: "I know!"

Seeing that Yang Fanhai had already known about it, Princess Jinglu's mind was calm and said, "The twelve generals have prepared their carriage outside. Are we leaving now?"

When the king passed away, the ministers from all over the country naturally wanted to go to Zhengcheng to pay their respects, even here was no exception.

"No need to arrange it! Someone is here!" Yang Fanhai shouted, and immediately a guard walked in.

"Give me instructions and let the twelve generals return to the camp without having to go to Zhengcheng to pay their respects. The soldiers in the north must not be mourned."

"As for the order!" The guard took the order and retreated.

"Let's go. The carriage is too slow, so we are the two of us coming faster!"

I said to Princess Jinglu, rolled it with true energy, spread its wings and then took it to the air.

Walking all the way to Zhengcheng, overlooking the earth, it was slightly green. Under the suppression of the Jiuzhou barrier, Yang Fanhai's speed was more than a little slower than before, but because of this, he could see the vast land more clearly.

Chang Yi died and the whole country was mourning. Without the detection of spiritual consciousness, Yang Fanhai could also hear the cry of the people below. The crying sounds came one after another, like a line rushing towards Zhengcheng, and spreading in all directions, covering the whole world.

The crying was sorrowful that it was like losing one's parents, which touched Yang Fanhai's heart.

For practitioners, Changyi is just an ant. What can a person without cultivation do in such a world? Not only others, but even Yang Fanhai looks down on him slightly. Calculate that from birth to death, Changyi lived a total of 149 years old, but Yang Fanhai has seen him no more than twenty times.

Although after Gongsun Xuanyuan abdicated, he had been writing letters to each other for a hundred years, Changyi also regarded Yang Fanhai as a teacher and asked if he had any questions. It was just that Yang Fanhai intended to downplay his influence in China, so he really didn't move much between them.

But not moving around does not mean not paying attention. Over the years, Yang Fanhai has been looking at Changyi through the situation in various places.

In the world of a practitioner, he is not a strong man, but if he is judged by a king, he is a powerful king. He has been diligent for a hundred years, so he dare not slackewer because he knows that his life span is limited.

How the world is governed is not described as wealthy? Just listening to the overwhelming crying sounds, you already know that. If you win the hearts of the people, he has surpassed his father. Gongsun Shaodian is not as good as him, and Gongsun Xuanyuan is not as good as him.

This winning of the people is not done by acting. Changyi is a low-key person. He rarely shows up in public. If he knows where there is a disaster, he will not go to a loud speech. He will only cry secretly and find ways to cure disasters.

In the past, Yang Fanhai didn't think that he was willing to be prosperous, but now he can only use two words to describe it: a great man.

A century of golden years, the earth is revived and the people are revived. If Gongsun Xuanyuan had governed it himself, he would probably not have been able to do this. It can only be said that China has achieved prosperity, which is a blessing for heaven.

Changyi's disobedience to accept elixirs and does not prolong his life also touched Yang Fanhai's heart. He is not a saint, but he has surpassed the saint in some aspects. Who can resist the temptation of immortality? Yang Fanhai asked himself that he could not, but Changyi did it.

"The king of a country should not be a practitioner, but an ordinary person. Only those with limited life expectancy can experience the value of life and know how to cherish everything they have now."

"The more ordinary people are, the more they can understand the sufferings of the people, and then they will take their own people seriously."

"The more powerful the king is, the more he likes to start wars. Regardless of the outcome, the people suffer. If he is a practitioner with infinite lifespan, he may develop those ambitions that he should not 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 Chang Yi once said. Before that, Yang Fanhai could not even fully understand what he said. Benevolence is good, but it has nothing to do with life span.

But now, listening to the crying sounds of all directions, he suddenly felt as if he understood.

If you manage the world by yourself, you will probably not be too anxious or slow, because you have an unlimited life span. In addition to the world, there are too many things to do, and you even have to spend a lot of time practicing and thinking quietly.

Chang's meaning is different. He is not a practitioner, so there is no need to practice. Moreover, his life span is limited, and living for one day means that he is one day closer to death.

Such people have a sense of awe that practitioners do not have for the world, the people, and the whole world. They care about the country, so they do their best every day. In a hundred years, they can achieve the effect of a practitioner's king for thousands of years.

Changyi used his life to interpret what an emperor is: for the people, for the country, and for the world.

It doesn’t matter if your life span is over. As long as the spirit of serving the country and the people can be passed on forever, the spirit of the king will never die.

As we walked along the way, before we arrived in Zhengcheng, we could see a large number of people wearing mourning clothes and mourning. Such a formation was something that King Gongsun Shaodian had never enjoyed in the past.

At the Taimiao in the city, a coffin carrying Changyi's body was visited on the high altar. All officials were already waiting there, and Qianhuang was also wearing white cloth standing at the head of all officials.

After Yang Fanhai landed, Qianhuangpo Kailiu all the officials came up and bowed: "I have met the teacher."

"I've seen the God of War!" All the officials also bowed.

Xuanyuan Holy Emperor was named the God of War and the mainstay of the three major wars of the human race. Even if Yang Fanhai deliberately weakened his influence in China over the years, it still could not be eliminated. Just like this funeral, no one proposed to begin the future of the God of War.

"Don't be too polite for you!" Yang Fanhai asked everyone to get up, took the mourning clothes and put them on, and then asked Qian Huang: "General Rio Tinto, where are General Yinglong and others?"

"All the generals and the witch clan envoys should have arrived!" Qian Huang said, "Since the teacher is here, the funeral will begin here! Teacher, please!"

On weekdays, when the master and apprentice are walking together, Yang Fanhai is walking in front of him, and Qianhuang is also preparing for this at this moment.

But this time, Yang Fanhai refused: "Qianhuang, from today on, you will be my king of China. All Chinese generals and ministers will obey your orders, even if you are a teacher, do you understand?"

Gan Huang nodded without saying much, and shouted as the host shouted, and the funeral began, leading the ministers to the high altar.

Although some soldiers maintained order, they did not stop the people from coming. For a moment, there were cries in Zhengcheng again, resounding throughout the world.

Three days after the funeral, the witch clan envoy arrived and Yang Fanhai personally welcomed him.

As expected, the witch clan mission was still Jiufeng, who was the high priest of the witch clan. He was the leader of the thirteen clans. In the past, the witch clan had twelve surnames and were nobles, and the thirteenth clan was the Jiuli clan established later.

It would be unreasonable if the race where the Witch King was in could not become a noble. In addition, if the peace in today, the twelve witch tribes did not disturb them, so they would follow the situation.

When Yang Fanhai learned about this, he also let Gan Huang push it secretly. Under the Jiuzhou barrier, the strength of the witch clan was indeed the slowest to weaken. In the past, human races in the same realm could fight with the witch clan, but now, one witch clan in the same realm could fight with the ten human races.

The establishment of the Thirteenth Clan will inevitably cause intrigues within the witch clan to distract their minds and weaken their strength. Although Yang Fanhai doesn't like this feeling very much, for the sake of the human race, he has to start playing this so-called gamer.

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

The witch clan is respected by strength. After Gongsun Xuanyuan, the entire Chinese clan also submissed only Yang Fanhai. Not to mention the Battle of Banquan and the Battle of Zhulu, but only the Battle of Jianmu, one cavalry was the first to charge in the Battle of Jianmu, and the sub-saint realm was at the same level as the King of Arrow God, and then he entered the ninth level of the battle. Even the witch clan admired such a battle. The name of the God of War is well deserved after Chiyou.

"I've seen you all!" Yang Fanhai also bowed: "It's inconvenient for the king to mourn, so I'll welcome you, please."

"Please!" Jiufeng looked up and looked at Yang Fanhai with beautiful eyes. In her gaze like flowing water, deep affection was visible.

Still never fade... Yang Fanhai sighed in his heart. Since he wrote a letter to Jiufeng for Gan Huang in the past, over the years, he has never contacted the witch clan and even refused various invitations. It is not only to downplay his influence, but also to make Jiufeng completely give up.

After many years, Jiufeng has never contacted him again. Yang Fanhai thought the matter was over, but today I know it is not that easy.

Only then can I find a way to do this later. Yang Fanhai put down his thoughts and led everyone to the high altar on the side of the Taimiao.

Although the funeral of the country was enough according to the meaning of Changyi's life, ten days were enough. However, it was very popular with the people, and the second was that it took too much time for the officials from all over the country to come. The funeral was held for three months before it ended.

After the national mourning ended, generals and officials from all over the country left one after another, and Yang Fanhai also said goodbye to Chentang Pass. Jiufeng and the Wu clan delegation invited him to the residence of the Wu clan, but he politely refused, saying that he would come again if he had the chance in the future.

In the 14,613th year of the prehistoric calendar, Gan Huang succeeded to the throne and the emperor was named Zhuanxu.

Zhuanxu extended his will and will, governing the country with all his heart, and further strengthened the strength of China. The country was peaceful and the people were in peace, and the weather was good, which was another new golden century.

Unlike Changyi, Zhuanxu's cultivation was extraordinary, and his life was infinite, and he was even more respected by the witch clan.
Chapter completed!