Talk about the world of mortals in detail

This winter is destined to be uneasy for Dayong. The news of the emperor's death spread from the palace, and the entire Chengtian Mansion fell into sadness.

Then, accompanied by the wind and snow, the news came out from the four gates of Chengtian Mansion and spread to the whole world.

People often say that the sky is high and the emperor is far away, but the common people don't know about the emperor. The most intuitive thing is that one parent is an official.

But in fact, there are exceptions to everything. When the king of a country is wise enough, has a high level of jurisdiction over officials, and has a clear government decree that can effectively benefit people's livelihood, he will naturally be remembered by the people for a long time.

Many things have happened in the thirty-three years of Chengxing. Many people feel that Dayong is getting better little by little. Gradually, the government is harmonious, the country is peaceful and the people are peaceful, and the folk customs are open to good. This is the prosperous age of Chengxing.

Therefore, when the news of the emperor's death came out, many people were really sad about it. Perhaps most of the young Shengdou civilians were fine. The more experienced and knowledgeable they were, and even the older they were, this hurt The more the emotion resonates.

Official notices were posted everywhere on a county-by-county basis, and officials continued to read beside the notices, announcing the death of the emperor.

There were also people sent to some important mansions or places to inform them specifically, and there were also special personnel notifying the gentry and noble families in various places.

Cangnan Road, Yuezhou Academy, dozens of students in a school were whispering to each other, because the master hurried out in the middle of the class.

"What do you think it is?" "Maybe it's Master Yi's family matter."

"I also saw another Master passing by."

"It's snowing in winter. When should we go to Kuonan Mountain for a walk?"

"Okay, okay, I heard that the scenery of Nanshan is even better in winter than in spring!"

"Hush, Master is back!"

Some students who were outside saw the master coming back from a distance. With a reminder, everyone immediately sat upright in front of the desk.

When the Master entered the school, many students could clearly see that his expression was not right, and he seemed a little sad. Many people speculated whether something had happened to the Master's family.

Yi Abao's emotions at this moment were hard to describe. He was definitely sad, but it was more complicated than other people who knew the news. Because he had seen the emperor in person, his emotions were deeper than ordinary people.

Before walking into the hall and returning to Master's desk, Yi Abao didn't speak for a long time, and the other students didn't dare to speak out.

After a while, Yi Abao looked at the more than thirty students in the hall and told the message to these people who usually liked to talk loudly.

"The government has come to announce that I, the emperor, have passed away and have been given the posthumous title Wende and the temple name Mingzong."

There was a commotion in the school, and all the students in the hall were shocked.

Similar reactions also appeared in several other schools in the academy, and similar situations were not limited to Yuezhou Academy.

At a city gate in Yuanjiang County, many people gathered around the notice, including Yi Yongan who was driving a carriage into the city with his servants.

In front of the crowd, the official beside the notice read the contents of the notice loudly.

"The Emperor's last edict stated that everything should be kept simple and the people should not be disturbed. There are no taboos among the people, but filial piety is the first. All the people under my rule are the emperor's subjects and should mourn. Starting from the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, no marriages are allowed and no marriages are allowed for seven days. celebration."

It sounded like a ban was announced, but except for whispers, no one expressed indignation because everyone knew the cause of all this.

Even if you listen to half of it, the official will repeat it after a while. Even if you are impatient, just ask the person next to you and you will know.

And seven days of mourning is not really a long time.

Yi Yongan couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh, the emperor was not much older than me, why did he die?"

This level of discussion about the emperor, even more explicit, is completely allowed in Dayong, and there are many people sighing around.

As Yi Yongan and others drove back to the village, the news also spread throughout Xihe Village.

In the evening near the woodshed, Yi Baokang hurriedly walked over, where his brother was chopping firewood. He knew that his brother was concerned about the affairs of Sheji, so he came here to inform him.

"Brother, the government has posted a notice saying that the emperor has passed away!"

Yi Shuyuan held the ax in his hand, lightly knocked on the log, and then chopped it down heavily with the wood.

"Crack~" With a sound, the wood split into two.

"knew."

Yi Baokang sighed.

"The emperor was not even in his sixtieth year yet. Why did this person who lived in the palace with fine clothes and fine food die?"

As an older generation who has truly come from the relatively dark era of Dayong, Yi Baokang is still very emotional at this moment.

And Yi Baokang felt that life at home had been better over the years, with good food and good housing, so he was already over eighty years old, and he was still strong as an old man. The emperor should have been better off in the palace, but he passed away, and he even sighed. The emperor died young.

Yi Shuyuan raised his head and glanced at his brother.

"It is much more tiring to heal the world than it is for us to farm and chop wood!"

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan looked to the southwest, as if looking at Chengtian Mansion across thousands of mountains and rivers.

When Emperor Dayong passed away, his spirit moved with the wind and clouds, and there were countless people in the world who mourned for the emperor.

"The emperor is dead. I don't know what will happen to the new emperor. Brother, dinner will be served later. You can come over if you want to do whatever you want."

Yi Baokang sighed and left. Yi Shuyuan responded and looked at the sky again. The sunset was still rising in the stars, but the Ziwei Emperor star in the sky was getting brighter.

After his brother walked away, Yi Shuyuan also put down the Ke ax in his hand, sat on the firewood pile and closed his eyes slightly.

Normally, even if the king of a country dies, the underworld still needs to take the dead king to the underworld for trial.

But Mingzong is not like that. The ghosts and gods of Chengtian Mansion are just guarding Mingzong's coffin, and no one has taken away his soul.

The emperor passed away without any thought, as if he couldn't wait to bury his coffin in the imperial mausoleum. After a hard life, he had already fallen asleep in the coffin.

I slept like this for a month, and soon the winter lunar month was over and it would be the twelfth lunar month. It seemed like I could sleep forever.

But in this "sleep", today seemed like a dream. Xiang Yi felt that there seemed to be light in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel his eyelids twitching.

Ridiculous, I am already dead!

This thought came back together with hundreds of thoughts, and it was even as if I could hear the "whirring" sound of the wind in my ears.

At this moment, Xiang Yi seemed to be unable to sleep anymore and tried to open his eyes.

In an instant, the surroundings became bright. It turned out that I was standing in the sky, standing in the wind and snow. The earth below seemed far away, and the clouds in the sky seemed very close.

But at such a height, Xiang Yi didn't feel much fear.

"Your Majesty is awake?"

A not-so-familiar but unforgettable voice came. Xiang Yi turned around in the sky, only to see someone standing in the wind and snow. It was the person he had never seen before his death.

"Mr. Yi? Mr. Yi passed away too?"

"Hahahahahaha, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. Yi has not died yet, but I just saw that Your Majesty has been sleeping, so I came to see Your Majesty!"

Xiang Yi looked at Yi Shuyuan and smiled after a while.

"It turns out that sir is not a mortal!"

"It was inconvenient to disclose it, and I hope your Majesty will forgive me!"

Yi Shuyuan bowed in the air, which was regarded as recognition. Xiang Yi shook his head and smiled.

"I will no longer call you Sir, Immortal Chief. Now that I have abdicated, Sir, there is no need to call me Your Majesty!"

As he spoke, Xiang Yi looked up and down curiously.

"Shouldn't people go to the underworld after death? Is there no underworld at all?"

"That's not true, it's just that you are a wise king of the generation, and because of the opportunities for changes in the heavenly realm, you are particularly special. Even the ghosts and gods of the underworld cannot touch you."

Xiang Yi's figure seems to have regained his straightness, and his thinking has become agile and relaxed. It is really happy to see Yi Shuyuan again after his death. Even though the other person may be a god, he is also a close friend.

"Oh? Ghosts and gods can't move, but sir can?"

This joke reflected Xiang Yi's mood, and also made Yi Shuyuan admire him. He walked up in the air, and when he got close to Xiang Yi, a folding fan appeared in his hand.

"Actually, Yi didn't move. This is just a dream after death. Let me take you for a walk."

Yi Shuyuanyan unfolded his folding fan and swept it around, as if the wind and snow were surrounding the two of them. When the wind and snow cleared, they had already appeared on the shore of the East China Sea.

Even though Yi Shuyuan is now considered a genuine immortal master, he cannot lead people from Chengtian Mansion to the East China Sea in an instant, so this is a dream.

But this is not just a dream. It is moved by the mind, born from the calculation of Tao, similar to calculation, and different depending on the method of entering the dream.

As long as there are no complicated changes in the weather, the scene you see is almost real, except that Yi Shuyuan and Xiang Yi are not on the beach.

Xiang Yi stood on the rocks and looked at the sea in the distance. Looking back, he saw the beautiful sunset again. He was speechless for a long time.

"Is there really a dragon palace in this sea?"

"have!"

Xiang Yi's eyes lit up and he looked at Yi Shuyuan.

"Sir, are you going?"

Yi Shuyuan smiled and shook his head.

“I’ve never been to the East China Sea Dragon Palace, so I’ll go and have a look!”

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan swept the folding fan again, and the surrounding area seemed to be foggy and blurred. The next moment, the surrounding water was already turbulent and swaying.

Yi Shuyuan and Xiang Yi seemed to have "moved" again, appearing outside a magnificent and splendid crystal palace.

Even though everything in front of him was sometimes clearer and sometimes blurry as if surrounded by water, Xiang Yi was so shocked that he was speechless.

"Um?"

A deep and deep sound caused a tremor, and everything around him was blurred for an instant.

At this moment, in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, on the sand bed deep in the palace, a real dragon has opened its eyes. Just now, someone seemed to be making assumptions about my Dragon Palace? It just doesn't seem to be malicious, and it doesn't have any deep energy.

When Xiang Yi could see clearly again, he found that he was standing on a high mountain with Yi Shuyuan.

"Where is this? Where is the Dragon Palace?"

"Long Jun noticed that the energy of the Dragon Palace changed, and naturally he couldn't see clearly. And this is Da Cang Snow Mountain?"

When Xiang Yi heard this, he no longer limited himself to his feet, but looked into the distance. All he could see were overlapping snow-capped mountains, as if he could not see the edge!

Yi Shuyuan even looked at a certain location on Cangshan Mountain, and seemed to be able to vaguely see the vague shadow of a snake, but it seemed unreal.

From the sky to the earth, from Mingchuan to Daze, from the mountains to the wilderness, of course there are also villages and cities everywhere in the world, not even limited to Dayong Land, but also to the grassland, the Western Region and even Nanyan

As soon as Yi Shuyuan moves his folding fan, his and Xiang Yi's positions will change.

Sometimes it can be seen up close and wonderful, sometimes it can only be glimpsed from a distance and then dissipate. Some scenery is clear and some will become blurred. The beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers is much clearer, but in a big city, sometimes the cry of a child will blur everything.

Of course, it is limited to places where Yi Shuyuan knew his name and had an understanding of the mountains, rivers, terrain, and cultural landscapes.

But even so, Xiang Yi was still shocked beyond measure.

It felt like a while, but also felt like a long, long time passed. Xiang Yi and Yi Shuyuan returned to the sky above Chengtian Mansion.

Xiang Yicai is still in a difficult mood.

"Is this how the immortal traveled to the ends of the earth in one day?"

"Yi is just trying to trick you into thinking!"

Xiang Yi shook his head not knowing what to say, and suddenly thought about it and asked.

"Then where should I go?"

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"If you want to enter reincarnation and reincarnate again, naturally you have to go to the Netherworld, but you also have another place to go. I think you should be able to see it."

Maybe it was because of Yi Shuyuan's words that woke him up, or maybe he could have felt it originally.

Xiang Yi looked up at the sky at this moment, and could vaguely see wisps of light shining in the sky, and it seemed as if he could see a heavenly ladder appearing.

In the heavenly realm, in front of the Golden Tower and Jade Mirror of the Huntian Palace, the Emperor of Heaven has appeared here since the moment Emperor Dayong died.

At this moment, the golden jade mirror began to shine with divine light——

In Yuanjiang County, snow began to fall again before nightfall.

In the Yi Family Courtyard, Yi Yongan shouted a few words in the direction of the woodshed and walked over there without receiving any response.

"Uncle~ It's time to eat, don't be busy, we have enough firewood to burn until next winter! Uncle."

Yi Yongan's voice paused, and panic suddenly rose in his heart!

Next to the firewood shed over there, the uncle sat motionless on the firewood pile and leaned against the fence. The falling snowflakes seemed to cover him with a blanket, and the axes that fell on the ground were dyed white by snow velvet.

"Big, uncle."

Yi Yongan stepped forward cautiously and stretched out his trembling hand to his uncle.

"Hoo"

The yawn frightened Yi Yongan, and then he saw his uncle stretching.

"Hey, mother, uncle, you scared me to death, I thought..."

"time to eat?"

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat. Uncle, please stop doing this. It's snowing again."

"Hey, let's get over here!"

Yi Shuyuan was holding on to the fence to stand up. Yi Yongan immediately came over to help him and help his uncle pat the snow off his body.

After tidying up his clothes, Yi Shuyuan faced the direction of Chengtian Mansion and bowed his hands.

This gift does not represent ordinary etiquette, but a gift to worship the gods. As a common citizen, Yi Shuyuan also benefits from the country. This distant gift is not to the gods, but to the heart of governing the world and bringing peace to the world.

It was also at this moment that the god's name appeared on the golden jade mirror of the heaven, and it was: Huangtian Ziwei Lingjun.

The Emperor of Heaven smiled. Our Heavenly Court is in the East, and the Heavenly Star is in the East according to the Emperor's Dao Qi. This god will be able to occupy the position of the East Pole of the Four Emperors in the future!