Fu said: "We must handle the relationship between Shanliao and the newcomer well, and don't have too many conflicts..."

He just talked about it in general based on his experience, and many of them were from another world. When he saw those people sitting upright, he almost took out a small notebook to record it.

Fu Shuo laughed silently and stopped talking. In the past, when he saw some leaders doing everything and understanding everything, he dared to speak and guide any professional things, and often just blindly commanding. Aside from the outside, commanding the insiders and experts. He had ridiculed him before, but now it is his turn, and he is inevitably the problem of pointing fingers.

After all, although Fu Shuo is not an amateur, he created the foundation of Huashan County. However, after all, after leaving for a long time, the specific matter is not clear.

The meeting was a bit long and it passed almost one morning. Of course, this cannot be called a meeting. The historian who edited the history of the country would definitely remember: "On a certain day, Hu Ke from Huashan, Zhuge Wolong and others came to visit the national teacher. After noon..." As for the elders, who told you that you are an unimportant role, they are often wiped out in one stroke. I won't mention it at all!

At noon, the banquet was held to entertain these people. Until the busyness was over and when I returned to the inner court, I saw a gust of fragrant wind, and there was an extra goddess in front of me.

"Oh, it turns out to be the Queen Chun. Long time no see, congratulations on your great magic power!" Fu joked. He is now the Prime Minister's Yin and Yang. After the mortal officials met, it was the turn of ghosts and gods.

When I came, I naturally became the Spring Queen. When I saw him, I realized what an ugly duckling turned into a white swan. Their temperament changes so much that it is hard to believe.

Now it seems that the village girl was not as timid as that day. She became elegant and luxurious, with a high temperament. Especially her skin was as unique as a living person, and even had a faint layer of precious light flowing, just like white jade with mutton fat.

"In front of the national master, I dare not be called the Queen, so I also asked the Queen to give her a name!" Queen Chun bowed again.

Fu Shuo nodded, and felt that the title of Chun Niang Niang was a little bit good. Although it was not bad among the people, it was still a little unavailable. After thinking about it, he said, "It's better to call it Shunhua! There is a lesbian car, Yan Ru Shunhua, will soar and fly, wearing jade and jade jujube."

Shunhua is a hibiscus flower, which was originally blooming in summer and autumn. It is also a joke to deliberately give it to the Spring Queen.

The Spring Queen was happy: "Thank you for your name from the national master. I will call you Shunhua from now on!"

Fu said, laughed, and took Shunhua's slender waist casually and headed towards the room. Shunhua didn't struggle, or he originally wanted to bring a self-recommendation pillow mat. He wanted to perform the story of the goddess and King Xiang.

At this time, several gusts of cold wind flashed. Seeing this scene, I wish I could cover my eyes and dare not show up at all, so as to avoid the good things of the national teacher.

Fu Shuo just said nothing and left in a swagger. Several lands appeared on the spot, all of which were enshrined by Fu Shuo in the past. At this time, they beat their chests and stamped their feet, regretting why they were not a woman! They couldn't please the favor of the National Master!

Back in the backyard, Song Niang was dressing in front of the mirror, and there was still a hint of lazy spring on her face, and her eyebrows and eyes were beyond her mind.

Song Niang's body has always been preserved in the Huashan County Government. These yards have not changed at all, and they still retained the way Fu Shuo left. Although Song Niang is the god of Dahuashan, she often has half of the time to return to her body and take care of the courtyard.

When she saw Fu Shunhua embracing her, she did not look surprised. The moral concept of gods was originally different from that of mortals, and Song Niang was born as a fox fairy and became even more indifferent to the morality of the world.

If they hadn't met Fu Shuo, they might have met another infatuated man, a romantic scholar. The two depended on each other and had children. They would not leave until the scholar grew old and turned into a grave. They would have left and continued their own practice life. Maybe they would have met a man who made her heart moved again and lived in love for a lifetime. That's all!

There is nothing else. Too many human concepts extend from the short century of life. If we can live for five hundred years or a thousand years, many things will naturally be different.

If Song Niang meets an ordinary man, the two of them will only stay together for decades. Just like the fox fairy in the Stories from a Chinese Studio, after the other half dies, she will leave that family and practice again in the mountains and fields. Or she can still meet her descendants. At that time, she is still as beautiful as a flower, and looks like she has only been in her twenties. At this time, Song Niang should be the one who is ruthless! Unfortunately, she met a Fu Shuo. It is Fu Shuo Wu, but in fact, the world is ruthless, it is time...

In the face of time, everything will change, and things will change.

"Fu Lang brought Sister Chun Niang back, but I want me to go out and avoid it?" Song Niang asked with a smile.

Fu said laughing loudly, hugged Song Niang and said, "My master, today I want to taste the taste of Ye Yu Shuangjiao. Let's see where you escape?"

Song Niang giggled with her eyes and her eyebrows were filled with spring. Naturally, she had fun again overnight! But this deliberate absurdity could not wash away Song Niang's confusion and anxiety in her heart and the melancholy of the change of things.

Huashan County is particularly lively today. It seems that in recent years, Huashan County has been very lively. Even the entire county has expanded and its population has doubled. There are newly reclaimed fields and crops everywhere, which seem to be prosperous and very energetic.

But recently, it is the day when the Ershen New Temple in Huashan County was completed. Almost all the people in the city came here to support the elderly and young. They were all happy in festive costumes, as if they were lively in the New Year.

People say that these two goddesses bless Huashan, so the people of Huashan have a good life now. Even those ghosts have come. Now they are all people under Huashan County. Except for the differences in their clothes, there is no big difference. More and more ghosts have begun to wear clothes like Han people. Perhaps in less than a few decades, the two sides will have to blend together and partly be part of each other.

Hu Kezhi, the parent official of Huashan, brought his officials of all sizes and Zhuge Wolong, to watch the ceremony and burn incense together. Huashan County is no longer the bleak management of Fu Shuo era, but the officials of all levels are all ready. Even if they receive a few days later, the prefecture and province will receive news that all sizes and all sizes will come to pay homage to the national teacher.

Five thousand soldiers in Beijing maintained order, but it was still crowded and bustling. If a large gathering of hundreds of thousands of people was not good, it would easily lead to a group of people. Even if a trampled person was trampled, it would not be known how many people could die. Therefore, in ancient governments, the most taboo thing in the gathering of large groups of people was not just afraid of rebellion.

Fortunately, the new temple was built outside the city, on an open hill, and the terrain was open all around. Otherwise, there would be no way to gather so many people, and even stand farther away, even the shadow of the new temple could not be seen.

But in Fu Shuo's eyes, a trace of white energy emitted from these people's heads, gathering. Although there are few people, and even most people are general and believe in it, they cannot withstand many people. The accumulated white energy is also very considerable, condensed above the new temple, like a white umbrella.

These white umbrella covers lowered strands of white air, like misty raindrops, and fell on the statues of the two goddesses. Song Niang is on the left and Shunhua is on the right.

He looked at him with a smile. Although at this stage, women were originally dispensable. But Shunhua took the initiative to throw himself into his arms, and Fu said that he would not refuse. This was not just a matter of going to bed. Instead, Shunhua expressed his position with practical actions. This is very important!

His eyes fell on the plaque of the new temple, "Houtu Palace", and few people knew why. Fu Shuo didn't want to explain to others that not everyone should know this kind of thing.

The new divine system is developed and necessary to establish a foundation. The real foundation should be in the underworld. What Fu said this time is to enthrone the great god who manages the entire underworld. Even if this underworld is just a small underworld, it is impossible to compare with the underworld in the Middle Earth.

However, there is a ghost emperor in the underworld in the Middle Earth. It is not necessary. Fu said that he did not want to provoke the ghost emperor at all. When he was in the underworld, Fu said that he had personally experienced how great the power of the ghost emperor is. All places covered by the projection of the underworld are protected by the power of the ghost emperor. All souls can rest in the chaotic and dangerous underworld. That power is dark but not evil, just like the night itself, it is just a day and night alternating. Life and death are just the great transformation of things. Zhuangziyun, fortune is to rely on me to live, and to escape from death. That is what it means!

In fact, from these early classics, we can see that there was no reincarnation in the early Middle Earth. At most, life itself is working hard in the sun and enjoying blessings in the dark world.

Fu Shuo sighed, and the next moment, Fu Shuo disappeared from the spot. Yue Shanqiu and Yan Chixia followed Fu Shuo, but they didn't know why Fu Shuo sighed on such a happy day. Then a ray of light flashed and they disappeared.

None of the people in the temple expressed a shocked expression, and almost everyone knew what was going to happen. Especially the officials in Huashan County had the most complicated expressions. The next moment, as viewers, their figures also disappeared.

A round of clear light shone on Guifang Mountain. Where the clear light shines, a strange scene immediately happened. On the originally barren mountain, countless wild grasses rushed to break out of the ground, and big trees grew miraculously. It was originally a dead barren mountain, but where the clear light shines, it quickly turned into flowers and willows as bright as new. There were even bells singing and birds singing!

This Guifang Mountain and the Underworld in Middle Earth are not combined, but an independent space. The scale is not large, but it has become the dojo of the Dahua Mountain God Songniang and the Sinong God Shunhua.

However, the limited power of these two people is not enough to transform the entire Guifang Mountain, that is, the palace on the top of the mountain, with hundreds of acres of light shining brightly. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Piaotian Literature Registered Members to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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