Conquer the World

Chapter 904: Fake Emperor True Emperor

Xiaosheng shan

Yang Jian stood there, watching the two soldiers wipe the iron armor for him.

This is the first time Yang Jian has taken off this iron armor in front of others. No one has seen this scene even among his most powerful men. So everyone was a little surprised, and no one knows why he behaved so strangely today.

"Get water, I want to bathe."

He watched the rock-colored iron armor for a while, and suddenly gave a command. All the men in his arms stunned for a moment, and then hurried out to prepare hot water.

Just before the hosts, he actually ordered people to prepare water to take a bath.

The army had already formed an array on the plain, waiting for his order to attack Liuzhou City. At this time, everyone was waiting for the attacking drums to sound, and everyone was waiting for him to appear in front of the team wearing that armor, and stretched out their fingers in the direction of Liuzhou City.

But he actually wanted to take a bath!

Six mighty armored soldiers carried a huge tub over and placed it in front of Yang Jian.

Just before Wan Jun, Yang Jian slowly took off his clothes. The sun shone on him, his muscles sharp like the rocks on a cliff. It was an extremely magnificent power, a dazzling male style. Because of the general practice of Wan Xingchen, and the blood of so many descendants, Yang Jian was already one of the few people standing on the earth to repair it.

Red-body-naked-body Yang Jianmai stepped into the huge wooden barrel, and the muscles on his legs moved so shockingly.

It seems that he is not taking a bath, but is doing a sincere worship. He seemed to want the water to wash away the dirt from his body, as well as the past. Most men bathe in a perfunctory way, taking a bath quickly. But he took a long bath this time, taking it very carefully.

Just as everyone was watching, a burst of music rang out from behind the army. That was the voice of many people in the ensemble, melodious and solemn.

Many generals in the army could not help but stunned, because they gradually heard what the music was. The soldiers just thought the music was solemn and nice, but they didn't know the source. Many court generals only heard it after a brief sting, and they were afraid to confirm it at the beginning.

It wasn't until the musical team came over that they were sure they heard nothing wrong.

That is

A piece of music played by a court musician when the new emperor ascended the throne.

Along with the sound of music from the distance, a group of monks in yellow monks and red cymbals played various instruments. They even carried heavy bells, and they couldn't believe the pace when walking. Even during the march, the chimes did not shake. And the monk beating while walking, the hand movement will not be slowed by half a minute because of walking.

At least three hundred such monks walked across the line and walked to the front. Such a strange line of musicians surprised everyone. No one knows why the people of Buddhism suddenly appeared here. Someone subconsciously wanted to scold, but swallowed back the moment the words were about to exit. Because they suddenly wake up, how could these monks appear without Yang Jian's permission?

Behind the 300-member musician team, there are 28 monks wearing red monk clothes, and they all seem to be young. They are dressed a little differently from the monks in front, and the styles of the red monk clothes are also different. The red monk clothes worn by these twenty-eight individuals were very fit, not as wide as those monks' robes.

On the red monk's clothes, there are symbols made of golden threads on the cuffs and collars, which is very strange. I am afraid that no one understands except the Buddha.

The twenty-eight monks held a tray in their hands, and the tray was full of petals. They walked in front, then sprinkled petals, and the road behind was covered with petals. The fragrance of flowers seems to be in the air, which makes people feel refreshed.

Behind these twenty-eight people, there was the freedom of wearing white monk clothes.

He came over last, walking slowly and calmly, with each step falling, lotus blooms. The white lotus blooms on the path of pink petals and looks as proud as Kao. This is a very mysterious picture, and everyone who sees it has the illusion that he has reached the realm of the gods.

Dazuo's hands also held a tray. The tray was covered with a bright yellow brocade, and it was very mysterious not to know what was covered under the brocade.

As the music sounded, Yang Jian stood up from the tub. Let the sun shine on him, and let everyone's eyes fall on him.

Three hundred monk musicians separated the sides, playing auspicious and solemn repertoire.

Twenty-eight monks in red robes came to Yang Jian and were divided into two rows with fourteen people on one side. A path about one meter wide was left between the two rows, and the rest of the petals were laid on this path. Yang Jian turned around and raised his leg out of the tub. At this time, the monk in the red robe closest to the tub knelt down, and then fell on the ground. Yang Jian stepped on his back, and other monks in red robes fell down.

Twenty-eight monks in red robes paved the way with their bodies.

Red-body-naked-body Yang Jian walked on the back of the monk and walked forward. At the end of the path of the monk, he stood there waiting for his great ease, holding a tray.

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Yang Jian walked the path paved by the monk with his own body in the sound of music, and then stood in front of the big self-confidence. He was very majestic in nature, much higher than his freedom. At this time, standing on the back of the last monk, it seemed that he was free to reach his chest.

After Yang Jian stood still, he knelt down slowly holding the tray.

Then he lifted the bright yellow brocade on the tray, which contained a whole new set of clothes. This dress is unusual, bright yellow and embroidered with golden dragons. Next to them are a pair of boots of the same bright yellow and black background, and a crown inlaid with an egg-sized gem.

Daoxian knelt on the ground, first found out underwear for Yang Jian, then stood up and put on Yang Jian. Yang Jian opened his arms, but his face was exceptionally calm.

After all the clothes were put on, Kazakhstan knelt down again and put on socks and boots for Yang Jian.

This is a fitted dragon robe.

The bright yellow brocade, a solemn golden dragon coiled on the dragon robe, and those eyes that were not angry, with a kind of mighty power.

Yang Jian took the crown sent by his hands and put it on his head slowly.

this moment

A silence!

With so many eyes watching the scene, everyone held their breath. Maybe everyone's heart is beating, except for the Iron Armor, which has no heartbeat anymore. They couldn't believe everything they saw, like a dream. Just after Yang Jian put on the dragon robe, someone suddenly exclaimed in the crowd.

"how is this possible?!"

Except in front of his iron armoured cronies, when Yang Jian led the army, he would wear the heavy iron armour, and would pull down the face armor to reveal only a pair of eyes. No one could see his face. Just before he took off his armor and took a shower, many court generals who saw his face for the first time felt a little familiar, but no one knew where the familiar feeling came from. When Yang Jian put on the robe and put on the crown, someone finally responded.

"how is this possible!"

Someone exclaimed: "How could it be so!"

"like what?"

The general next to him had not yet responded.

"Have you ... never seen a portrait of Emperor Taizu?"

"Have seen ... Ah!"

The reminded person also exclaimed in shock, and his face changed color instantly: "This ... how is this possible? How could it be the same as Emperor Taizu? I am not dreaming!"

The sound of amazement began to spread among the generals, but no one dared to speak too loudly. Soon, these arguments reached the soldiers' ears, and everyone began to squeeze involuntarily over here, all wanting to see what happened.

Put on a robe

Yang Jian's temperament suddenly changed.

"I!"

He spoke the word out loud, as if a thunder had blown up in the sky. This word seemed a bit unnatural even when he said it himself, but it also seemed reasonable that the word could only be spoken by him. As soon as the word came out, everyone became quiet, eyes widened.

"Well, come back!"

Yang Jian opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world.

"Who is you? Many of you should have seen it. Many of you have seen You's portrait, a cold portrait hanging on the wall. All of you are sure that the founding emperor of Da Sui has died two hundred. Years, so it's impossible to live here and appear next to you. If this happened, it would be a miracle! "

Yang Jian cried out: "He came to tell you that this is not a miracle! If so, then He is that god! Yes, you all know that He has been dead for 200 years. In your cognition, He may be early It should be a dead bone! But I tell you, I am still! When Da Sui needs You, He will appear in front of you. Take you to destroy all enemies who dare to disrespect Da Sui! "

He strode forward to the high **** overlooking the team below.

"You may not yet believe this is true, you do not believe that you are the founding emperor of Da Sui! But, believe it or not, you are always the founding emperor of Da Sui! Now that I am back, I will return those charms Also wiped out! The reason why I did n’t indicate your identity before was that I was afraid you would n’t accept it. But now, the thief Shengtu has already become the emperor. I just want to show my identity and let the enemy see which emperor is the orthodox! "

Dazuo was shocked by the crowd, raised his hands and lay on his face: "His Majesty the Emperor Sui, there is no end to life!"

Those of the Buddhism also all knelt down and worshiped sincerely.

All the Iron Armor generals and soldiers all knelt down uniformly and bowed their heads to worship their master. After seeing this scene, the court generals faced each other, and after a while, they didn't know who was on their knees first, and said long live. As the first person knelt down, more and more people knelt down.

Yang Jian's eyes glanced across the crowd below, and he saw that a few people were still standing, and his face was cold: "Why don't you kneel?"

"I……"

The general who was headed hesitated for a while and then suddenly called up the courage and shouted, "I don't believe you will be Emperor Taizu of the Great Sui! This is impossible! Never!"

"I'm just telling you a fact ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Either you believe it or not, I'm Yang Jian, the founding emperor of Dasui. Even if you don't believe it, you have to kneel before the emperor of Sui!

Yang Jian held out his hand, and then pushed down sharply.

Those who were still standing suddenly felt irresistible pressure on their shoulders, and kneeled unconsciously.

"Sheng Tu calls himself emperor, a joke."

Yang Jian pointed to Liuzhou: "Jiang let him defeat before the emperor of Da Sui, let him know that the emperor ... will never be outside of Yang Jian. A fake emperor was fortunate to be defeated in the hands of the true emperor ... this is He's lucky. "

"Drumming!"

Yang Jian shouted: "Offensive!"