The sunset rolls like a tide, and a red glow is dyed in the sky.

Humph! Ha!

The children arranged in the square array in the square stance, rolled up their sleeves and punched them out. Eight strong men walked around fork arms to correct their posture errors, and occasionally there were stern voices to sniff out.

The sunset shone on the treetops with birds flying down. Yang Guang stood in a distance in casual clothes and held his hands behind his back. He watched the children waving their fists, making tender hums and smiled.

"Chengdu, what do you think of these children?"

Two steps behind him, among the guards, Yu Wen Chengdu, led by Yu Guang, was aiming around. In addition to Taoist Master Sun who knew magic, there were eight strong men over there. He also smiled when he heard the words asked.

"Your Majesty, it's not certain that these children can still become the pillars of our Sui Kingdom in the future."

"You!"

Yang Guang looked at him with a side face, his smile became even stronger, and he slapped his hands twice: "Like your father, he likes to say beautiful words and no one can offend him."

I walked around the square and turned back to the main building. From where did my father hear that this Wanshou Temple fell from the sky. It was a temple temple obtained by the national master's elimination of a cult. I didn't feel special when I walked around. At this time, it was almost time to go back to the palace. Yang Guang thought to himself that the national master had returned from the underworld. If the time was stuck, he would go over and take a look.

"His Majesty!"

A hoarse and old voice suddenly came from below the stone steps. The sound of stepping on the stone steps. The old man in armor, panting and climbed up the last stone steps and was immersed in the sunset.

"Han Qinhu, pay homage to Your Majesty!" The old man wiped away the sweat beads from his forehead and came over to salute.

The evening wind blew across the forest with a hint of coolness. With the rustling leaves swaying, Yang Guang stepped forward and helped the old man up, looking at him with some reproach in his eyes.

"Zhu Guo has just recovered from a serious illness, so why should he run around? What should he do if he gets cold again?"

Over there, the wrinkled and rough old face was smiling brightly, and I didn't care about any diseases. I straightened my slightly hunched back a little? I smiled cheerfully, and slapped my chest a few times with my hands.

"Haha? Your Majesty doesn't know that the old minister is a human being? He can't hide his words in his stomach. If he has something to say, he has to say it? Otherwise, that's what he wants to get sick."

"So, what urgent matters does Zhuguo have to find me?"

"Is it something outside? I've heard it."

Han Qinhu has become older in recent years? He got seriously ill a while ago and almost passed by. His nephew had to see him, but when he recovered, he didn't wait for anyone to come? Instead, he heard news about the rebellion of the bandits? He was excited and came here.

"Your Majesty, I am old and I don't have much to do. Can I catch a war in the end? The old Majesty dares to ask Your Majesty for this job so that the villains outside can know that the founding veterans were still there."

Yang Guang was slightly moved, but when he looked at the founding general, he really didn't want him to carry his gun to fight again? He grabbed the old man's hand and patted him gently. He shook his head and said, "General is in his heart. I remember it. Now it is a founding meritorious service. I still hope that Zhu Guo will live a life of his life. Let the young generals do these things. It is their duty to do. Come and send Zhu Guo back to his home."

Two guards came over. Before Han Qinhu could speak, he was taken to the mountain gate below by the guards. On the way, he turned around and wanted to speak but stopped. It was seen that the emperor waved his hand and disagreed. He had to stamp his feet, sigh, and slowly disappeared from the mountain road.

"Your Majesty, I think the old general is indeed not easy to go into battle again." Yuwen Chengdu looked at the old man covered by the branches hanging down below and smiled: "The old general has the ability, but he is too old after all, let alone the enemy is not an ordinary bandit."

Some unruly words made Yang Guang frown, and he turned around with dissatisfaction. His deflected eyes just met the hunched body slowly walking out of the door. His unhappy face suddenly filled with a smile and he quickly walked up to him.

"National Master!"

"His Majesty."

Lu Liangsheng walked out of the eaves, arched his hand, and made a table and chair hot tea under the old pineapple over there, stretched out his hand and invited the emperor to sit down.

"National Master, can you see my father when you go down to the underworld?" After Yang Guang sat down, he did not look at the teacup at his hand. Thinking about the matter in the underworld, he became more and more urgent. He was excited and knocked down the teacup and spilled it on the table.

"Your Majesty, I can't even get into the gates of hell."

Speaking of the matter in the underworld, Lu Liangsheng had a headache. He raised his sleeve and waved his head gently. The tea cup stood back again. The tea water flowing across the table quickly flowed back and put it back into the cup. "Shen Tu Yulei's two gods were in the pass, and they were ordered by the Emperor Taishan to not allow their ministers to enter, let alone enter the insult."

Lu Liangsheng did not hide what happened below and said it in full, and said it to Yang Guang without saying a word. The underworld below is the most mysterious for mortals. After all, everyone will go there in the future, which made Yang Guang and Yuwen Chengdu feel upset.

However, as the emperor, Yang Guang calmed down for a moment, savored Huang Feihu's words word by word, and narrowed his eyes, "The National Master, Emperor Taishan, is an hinting that there is no one in the underworld."

"good."

Lu Liangsheng nodded: "The Emperor Taishan is actually related to these gods, but he is also a god on earth and does not want to see the creatures in the world die due to war. After he came back, I kept thinking about his words, and I could not think of his Majesty as he understood it at all."

It was rare to hear Lu Liangsheng's praise. The emperor's face was stunned at first, then he reacted and smiled, and waved his hands.

"Don't praise the national master. I am always in the court. I have become accustomed to this kind of thing."

However, when it comes to the latter, the problem is still in front of the two of them. Lu Liangsheng has the Kongtong Seal, which can seal the divine power of the world. It is not difficult to install a dead hero in the underworld. The difficulty lies in who can take responsibility?

Yang Su?

The first thing Lu Liangsheng thought of was naturally the Duke of Yue, but in the past few years, the other party has mostly entered the cycle of reincarnation of the indifference, and the rest have intersections, their abilities are not significant, or they are not dead yet... When the two of them decided to find that there was no shortage of people, but there was no ghost to use them, so they wouldn't have been able to get Hong Lian down, right?

If a female ghost without virtue enters the insult to obtain a god, the insult will probably explode.

"Your Majesty, the National Master!"

Suddenly, a word sounded. Lu Liangsheng, who was trapped in thought, and Yang Guang, who was sitting opposite him, looked at the old voice. In front of the stone steps, Han Qinhu, who had already left, stood there and arched his hand towards this side.

"If you can trust the old minister, let me go."

There was a noise from the square. When I had time to rest, I ran and joked together. In the red, the forest rustled in the wind.

The old man standing in the rays of light bowed his hands slowly.
Chapter completed!