Controlling mountains and rivers since the Warring States Period

Chapter 295 Daytime (actually the underworld)

"Who is Liu Yan?"

"It's so worthy for the gods and ghosts to hold a Cuju competition for him. What a big fuss!"

Among the Artemisia

Many dead ghosts were talking about it.

The predecessors of the six kingdoms even pointed out with disdain, "Liu Yan, this old man, depends on others for his life and death!"

while alive,
An old man who only knew how to farm became the emperor thanks to his son.

Now he is dead,

By clinging to ghosts and gods, he gained such favor!

"Damn it, why don't I have it!"

When our ancestors thought of this, they gnashed their teeth with jealousy.

"Besides, Liu Yan died first, didn't that mean the ghosts and gods lost the bet?"

Because of the life span of Liu Yan and Huang Shigong,
In today's world, it is rare.

There are many civilians who work hard, and few who enjoy leisure.

Therefore, being able to live to the age of fifty without any illness or disaster is a blessing from heaven and is enough to make you smile in your grave.

It would not be surprising if your noble friend lived longer.

The results of it?
Liu Yan had been farming for more than fifty years. Even after his son became King of Han, he was detained by Xiang Yu and spent two years in prison, living with rats and fleas day and night.

Huang Shigong lived in seclusion among the people, traveling everywhere, all alone, without a wife or children.

They both lived to be over 90 years old, and the latter lived one year longer.

If Huang Shigong had not had a sudden idea in the middle of the night to go to the yard to observe the stars and observe the Emperor Star that was inexplicably shifted, he would not have caught a cold.

He must be able to live a few more years and live to be over a hundred years old.

Yes,

When the two were still healthy,
He Bo then gathered the dead ghosts from the underworld to start a gambling party, betting on who had a better chance of survival by looking at the vitality in the human body.

The ghosts and gods chose Huang Shigong.

Because He Bo believes that

Huang Shigong is narrow-minded and likes to run around everywhere. One day he will kill himself.

Liu Yan had a cheerful and open-minded personality. He lived a life of luxury in his old age and even practiced the Five Animal Exercises. He could definitely outlast the former.

At last,
However, He Bo miscalculated and lost a lot of money, and now he owed his dead friend several meals.

but,

These are minor issues.

Being a human or a ghost,

Just be happy!

Therefore, when Huang Shigong finally killed himself, He Bo immediately slapped his thigh and announced that he would fulfill Liu Yan's dying wish and hold a grand Cuju competition in the underworld!

Ghosts and gods make the rules,

The ghosts and gods come to judge,

And the dead ghosts can participate at will!

"How about it!"

After issuing such a willful notice, He Bo proudly went to Liu Yan to report his achievements.

Old Liu held his ball and nodded confidently, "I'm ready!"

The first year after death,
Liu Yan carefully integrated into the underworld environment and built a vegetable garden for himself, intending to become a "farmer king" first and then dominate the football field.

As a result, Lao Guixi happened to pass by and after seeing the vegetable garden he had cultivated, he pressed it on the farming path and rubbed it hard.

Liu Yan was sad about this for a while.

But he quickly adjusted his mindset.

happiness,
His ancestors,

He returned to the underworld a hundred years ago and specialized in farming.

It is normal that he cannot compare with this ancestor in this regard.

But Cuju,

Liu Yan has been playing with this game since he was a child, and even at his nineties he can still crush a group of kids!

He doesn't believe he will lose!
When the competition was about to begin,
Liu Yan was still holding his precious ball, thinking with a determined look:
I want to be the king of football!
But on the other side,
Another group of dead ghosts said confidently, "Old Liu Yan, there is nothing to worry about!"

King Hui of Wei said to his teammates, "He is over ninety years old. Why should he fight me?"

When I died, I was only eighty years old!

Much younger than Liu Yan!

Wei Wuhou, who lived only a few years less than his son, also narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard and said, "Not bad!"

"When I was alive, I defeated Qi in the east and Zhao in the north. What a powerful military skill I had!"

"If we fight again today, I don't believe that my Wei Kingdom will not be able to defeat all the heroes and win the championship!"

With this remark,
The father and son looked at each other, and put aside all the past grudges, and were determined to enhance the prestige of the Wei Kingdom!

The Wei ministers nearby watched them silently. After staring at the two Wei kings' gray hair for a while, they lowered their heads and began to pick their fingernails and look at their palm lines, wondering in their hearts where they should go for fun after they were defeated and eliminated.

……

"Why are all the players in the first game elderly people?" Ji Wu asked the ghosts and gods while sitting in the referee's seat.

After all, such a coincidence must have been caused by someone secretly doing something!

He Bo just smiled and said, "Since it's a competition, of course we need to find a pair of equally matched opponents so that we can enjoy the fun of pulling and pushing each other!"

"Otherwise, if a group of young men chased after an old man and bullied him, anyone who saw it would say that the world is going downhill!"

"Kick out the old guys first, and then compare the young and strong. Isn't that a good idea?"

Ji Wu was still asking, "Then why did you encourage Ximen Bao and Meng Ke to go on stage?"

He Bo said confidently, "Each country has formed its own team, so what's wrong with the various schools of thought forming one team as well?"

"It just so happens that in the Yang World, there were many families that were despised and laughed at by the princes. Today, I will let those princes see the power of the sages!"

Ji Wu nodded and stopped worrying about it.

Anyway, the essence of this competition was that the ghosts and gods came up with it on the spur of the moment, and it was to help the ghosts in the underworld have fun.

The rules set are very casual, so what requirements can be put on the participating teams?

He Bo also said to Ji Wu, "Then let me ask you!"

"How's practice going for you and Chen Sheng's team?"

Even though King Chen's behavior during his lifetime made Ji Wu dislike him very much.

But now that I'm dead, everything has become a story of the past.

After flapping its wings vigorously, flying high into the sky and stirring up countless storms, Chen Sheng, like a swan, finally fell to the ground and was caught by the last thief Zhi.

"Okay!"

Ji Wu snorted, raised his chin, and pretended to be humble, "Anyway, I can definitely compete for the championship!"

Don't say anything else,

Most of those who were able to participate in the uprising were young and strong, and had the courage to overcome their superiors.

Ji Wu doesn't think so.
Under my leadership, these people will be able to win the game!
"Then I wish you success!"

He Bo smiled and then rang the small bell at hand.

The exquisite bronze bell began to swing, and the sound it made echoed throughout the whole Haoli.

When the dead hear the bell, they know:
game,

it has started!

There are dead ghosts cheering for their friends:
"Xiao Duozi, we came out of troubled times!"

"Let's not lose face!"

The teammate next to him also echoed, "Yes, cheer up!"

My friend didn't reply, but his eyes suddenly became determined.

He held the ball and shook his head, his chest muscles trembling with energy, and finally he uttered: "Fuck!"

Subsequently,

He strode forward.

Seeing him walk out with great momentum, the onlookers couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up and exclaimed, "Well done, good job!"

It seems that this game,
There will inevitably be a fight between dragons and tigers, with rivers of blood flowing!

But when the teams participating in the first round came out one after another, the onlookers went from being excited at the beginning to being silent and shocked.

Some people looked at the team and thought that they couldn't even count their lifespans, so they couldn't help but say, "Can they still run?"

"Don't torture yourself to death!"

"You are stupid!" His friend turned around and said, "They are all dead, how could they die again!"

"Besides, Tu Bo is sitting there presiding over the meeting, how could anything go wrong?"

The man reacted and thought that this was the truth.

Just anyway,

It's still amazing to see a group of old guys playing Cuju.

Among the teams that did not appear, there was another team from the Western Regions——

It has been many years since He Borun went to the Western Regions.

People from those places will naturally have to report to Haoli after death and accept the control of the underworld.

This will naturally allow the Western Regions to be influenced by the Central Plains culture.

Even if the Xiongnu blocked the Hexi Corridor,
But in the end, there was no way to stop the dead ghosts from gathering together.

When the dead ghosts come back in dreams, they will scare the living into panic:
"Oh my God!"

"The god who rules the underworld is actually from Zhuxia!"

How can this be done?
They could only quickly learn the etiquette of the Xia people, perform strict sacrifices, and express their piety to the gods of the Xia people.

Otherwise, what if you blame yourself for being disrespectful to God and throw yourself into hell after death, or simply refuse to enter the ghost kingdom and allow yourself to dissipate in the world?
right now,

When seeing a group of old ghosts from Zhuxia competing on the court with full energy, the dead ghosts from the Western Regions felt even more terrified:
Even the old ghost is like this,

What about the young and strong ghosts?
Even the dead are like this,

What about living people?

In the Yang world,

What will their Western Regions look like in the future?

what,
The more I think about it, the more scared I get!
(End of this chapter)