Chapter 198: Han Tao

The drums and music started, and all the officials knelt down to welcome the new emperor.

The long red carpet extends from the dragon pattern square carved in white marble to the eighty-first-stage dragon pattern steps. There is a golden dragon throne on the high platform, with the prime minister standing on the left and the national teacher standing on the right.

The prime minister had long disappeared in the court. Now the position of prime minister is Luo Yunsheng, the enlightenment gentleman of Chen Ziqi. Luo Yunsheng, whose courtesy name is Hailou, is a world-famous poet and a swordsman. He taught the princes when he was young, but there was no news in recent years. Only today do people know that he went to Jianyang to be a counselor for Chen Ziqi.

The surviving officials were clear-headed and wanted to establish Mr. Hailou as the prime minister.

"Mr. Hailou has good eyesight, so he recognized the Seventh Prince so early."

"Ha, if you have that vision, you can also be the prime minister."

"Shh--" The colleagues kneeling beside them reminded them not to speak out. The emperor is not the Emperor Tiande who knows martial arts. Chen Ziqi has great martial arts skills and is smart in his ears and eyes. He is a rash person who is heard by the emperor, and he will definitely not have any good results.

The three-way drum sounded, and the sheng and flute played together. The sonorous and powerful seven-stringed zither sound poured out like a mountain spring waterfall, and spread throughout Kyoto with chimes like ancient remnants. This tune was very beautiful and had never heard of it before. When I looked closely, I saw that the person playing the zither was Lan Jiangxue, a previous generation of national teacher.

The palace is filled with great joy, and the sound is elegant. This song is called Xiaoshao.

In ancient times, the dragon used Xiaoshao to attract phoenixes. The royal family of Chenshi regarded themselves as the dragon's bloodline, and the great music theory should play the song of Xiaoshao.

Chen Ziqi, wearing a bright yellow imperial robes and a crown of twelve east beads, stepped slowly onto the steps of the emperor as the officials bowed. The nine dragon patterns and the heavenly stairs symbolize the supreme honor of the emperor.

For thousands of years, every emperor of the Chen family has walked through this Dragon Pattern His staircase, but the people are getting more and more deviant, the road is getting narrower and narrower, the country is shaking, and the throne is unstable. Even if you step on the throne, you are just alone and waiting for the lamb to be killed. But Chen Ziqi is different. He walked up along the mountain of corpses and seas of blood, and thousands of troops are driven by the martial arts world.

The sunlight breaks through the thick clouds and puts the ninety-nine eighty-one layers of the steps golden, just like the future destiny of the Dazhang Dynasty - shining brightly.

He stepped onto the high platform and took the imperial seal from the Prime Minister. Chen Ziqi sat on the throne, accepted the congratulations of all officials and bowed to the people.

In the fifth year of Tiande, the true dragon emperor chosen by the gods ascended the throne and changed the throne to Qingyuan.

"I have selected the gods of Zhanghuatai and should have inherited the throne. However, the treacherous ministers in the court were in power and helped the emperor's eldest son "Yuan" become the emperor. Chen Ziyuan killed his father and the lord and killed the people, which was a shame for the royal family. Fortunately, he was helped by the Feng King, eliminated the treacherous and slandered, and fell in love with each other in thousands of hardships. Today, I ascended the throne and made my official Feng King Danyi the queen, and from then on, we joined hands with the mountains and rivers and rivers." Chen Ziqi spoke with his internal strength, accompanied by the dragon roar of the power of the true essence, spread throughout the palace.

At the end of the red carpet, a man was wearing a bright yellow red phoenix flying wide-sleeved robe, covered with a bright red gold shark gauze dress, and a golden phoenix holding a bead-like crown on his head, and he climbed up step by step.

The long hem of clothes was dragged behind him, like a beautiful tail feather with a peacock spreading its tail, which set off the unparalleled handsome face, and made the emperor crazy. The powerful pressure made the kneeling ministers dare not look up, and they could only see the golden hem of clothes sliding past in front of them.

The Feng King was originally the most noble title of Dazhang, and it was unheard of that. However, no minister in the court dared to object, and allowed the new emperor to establish the male queen in such a noble place.

At the end of the steps, Emperor Qingyuan stood up and stretched out his hand to Danyi. There was a red feather-patterned rope tied to the emperor's wrist.

Danyi smiled faintly and put her hand on the palm of Qi Qi's hand.

"Chirp—" With a loud phoenix sound, the bright red phoenix flew from the sky, wandering over the palace and dancing gracefully.

"Xiao Shao is really trying to attract phoenixes!" The people in the capital came out to watch the fun. When they saw the Shen Feng coming from the east, they knelt on the ground and bowed.

In the first year of Qingyuan, the emperor appointed Danyi as the queen, who was the Fengwang, who slept with the emperor every day, regardless of the palace.

After Chen Ziqi ascended the throne, he appointed Luo Yunsheng as the prime minister and civil officials, and Chen Zimo as the military commander of the army. Amu did not like to be in power and only liked to settle accounts, so he appointed a wise king to temporarily take charge of the national treasury.

The national treasury was in deficit and was in trouble. Chen Ziqi asked someone to conquer Jiyang Sect and Yandang Mountain, and used the wealth accumulated by the two sects for thousands of years to fill the national treasury, and suddenly became rich.

In the second year of Qingyuan, another martial arts conference was held in the world.

Huang Hua, the leader of the Sword Alliance, was found missing, and Chen Gu, the leader of the Qi Sect, died in a bad life. The tragic world needs a new leader to revitalize it. Since several major sects have more or less happened, the martial arts conference was held by the court and is located in Jianyang City.

As the head of Suxin Sect, Yuhu took a group of disciples to sit down and nodded to the new Sect leader of the * Sect beside him.

"The Master of the Master will fight for the position of the sect leader this time." The new sect leader of the * Sect is named Yan Junze, who is a previous disciple and is still young.

"I haven't become a monk." Yuhu gave him a blank look.

"I'm rude," Sect Master Yan was a little embarrassed and coughed lightly, "I just took over the * Sect, and I'm not familiar with many things, please forgive me. I don't know if there is a girl named Yuyun in the noble school."

Yuhu didn't want to pay attention to him, and Yuquan beside him whispered: "Senior Sister Yuyun has passed away."

"Ah, is that..." Yan Junze sighed, "My brother Yan Junyi mentioned her to me during his lifetime."

"Sect Master Yan is Senior Brother Yan's younger brother." Yuquan widened his eyes, very surprised.

Yan Junze smiled faintly, the dead are gone, and the living must live well.

The three major sword sects became two, and the four major sects became two. The martial arts world withered and people were in panic. Everyone sat down, but they didn't know who the wine was at the conference.

"It's probably Lu Xiuqi, but he is the only one left in the right path, and he is close to Mount Lu."

"No, it must be the leader of Kongming Sect. The old monk has an extraordinary position in the martial arts world."

"The current sect leader is the monk Hua, who would treat him as a monk?"

The discussions of the crowd filled the entire venue, and the calmest one was the Xuandao camp. The martial arts conference was the leader of the righteous path, and it had nothing to do with them, but this time there were more people coming to Xuandao than the righteous path, which was very strange.

"Dongdongdongdongdong!" As the war drum thundered, a bright red figure floated from the sky, and the long clothes posed in the air and drew a graceful arc, like a banished immortal, landing lightly on the platform in the center.

"Wow——" Zhengdao and everyone exclaimed, this is the wine-holding ceremony of this conference - Dan Yi, the Lord of Guiyun Palace!

The righteous path meeting was held by the head of the mysterious path, which was a bit strange. But no one dared to ask questions and stood up to salute Danyi.

"I've met the palace master--"

Dan Yi stood on the platform with his hands behind his back, his expression faintly. Two figures, one black and one white, jumped from the side and stood behind Dan Yi.

Lan Jiangxue held a silver token in her hands and said loudly: "The disaster of salt insects has caused no ten sects in the world to exist. Today's conference, the strongest person will be selected as the leader of the martial arts world and lead the right path."

>"Ah"

"Is the leader of the martial arts world not distinguishing between the Sword Alliance and the Qi Sect?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was in an uproar and there were instant discussions.

"Hmph." Dan Yi snorted coldly. The clear voice was not loud, but it was like pouring into the wind and ringing in everyone's ears. It was extremely clear, like thunder. A person with low internal strength was shocked to his chest.

Diao Lie had a fierce face and glanced at the audience, as if anyone raised an objection would be torn apart immediately.

"The martial arts of the world originate from one place and belong to one place. How can we divide the sword alliance and the Qi Zong?" Lan Jiangxue said, showing everyone the token in his hand, one foot long and three fingers wide. It looked like the tablet I took when I went to court. It was made of sterling silver and was embedded with colorless gems. "Those who get the position of leader can get this order."

There were only five sects left, so there was no need to divide the Sword Alliance Qi Sect. Combining two into one would reduce disputes. The righteous people did not dare to raise objections. The martial arts conference began, and various masters came to power to compete for the position of leader of the martial arts alliance.

The old monsters all retreated, and the unharmed Lushan Sect and Kong Mingzong shined. The most powerful one was Li Yuhan. Lu Xiuqi gave him the treasure of Mount Lu, the Zhanlu Sword, the treasure of Mount Lu. The Three Spread Sword of Mount Lu has been refined to the point of perfection, and no one can defeat the sword light.

The monk of Kongmingzong was uncontested and the last position of leader was given to Li Yuhan without any surprise.

After the conference ended, the newly appointed leader disappeared. In Jianyang City, in the old mansion of King Jian, Li Yuhan held the order of the leader inlaid with colorful gems and stuffed it into Chang'e, who was eating melon seeds.

"What is this?" Chang E picked up the heavy silver wand.

"Recruitment...benefactor..." Li Yuhan blushed before saying these two words.

"Just a broken silver bar." Chang E raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, no, no..."

Outside the courtyard, Chen Ziqi, who was dressed in casual clothes, rolled up his sleeves and said, "No, I still want to beat him."

Dan Yi hugged the person, pressed him into his arms, and smiled muffled.

With a unified leader in the world, it would be much easier for the court to issue any decrees. After Chen Ziqi returned to the capital, he confiscated the fiefs of all sects and did not allow them to collect taxes. All taxes must be paid to the court.

As an ordinary sect without fiefdom, there is not so much money to support disciples. If these people in the martial arts world want to make money, they have to work for the court.

The door to the imperial examination will be reopened, and the military will be recruited. The local government will reorganize the situation and recruit people from the martial arts to be the commanders, constables, and yamen runners. Every big city has a soul-chasing arrow camp. Once someone relies on his martial arts to commit crimes, violate the law and discipline, he will shoot and kill them on the spot.

The earth-shaking changes were carried out smoothly because of the power of the emperor. Occasionally, those who were dissatisfied will be immediately settled by elite soldiers composed of martial arts masters.

The Dazhang Dynasty ushered in a prosperous era again.

On a midsummer night, when the crown prince is not chosen, the emperor will go to Zhanghua Platform to worship the gods.

Such sacrifices were interrupted for a hundred years because the three generations of emperors were not chosen by gods, and were regained after Emperor Qingyuan ascended the throne.

The moonlight was like cool streams, pouring down onto the smooth and visible bluestone platform, reflecting the faint dark patterns of Zhanghua Platform. The new national teacher was just selected by the Lan family generation. A seven-year-old child, wearing a blue blue robe, stood devoutly in the center of Zhanghua Platform, closing his eyes and chanting.

"The god is coming, your Majesty asks you." The national master bowed and retreated, giving Zhang Huatai to the young emperor.

Chen Ziqi, wearing a blue wide-sleeved gauze dress, long hair hanging down on the ground, and without a crown ornament, took the jade bowl from the national teacher steadily, walked slowly into Zhanghua Palace with bare feet.

In Zhanghua Hall, twelve peacock candlesticks reflect the hall like daytime. In the center of the hall, there is a bright yellow cushion of one foot square, and the emperor's fair feet step on it, pressing out a shallow dent.

The candlelight went out instantly, and golden light spread out from the bluestone slab of Zhanghuatai.

"God, come!" The little national guru looked serious and bowed with all civil and military officials. The people in the capital also provoked their bodies towards Zhang Huatai.

In the Zhanghua Hall, where the gate of the hall was closed, the emperor sat cross-legged on the cushion, twisted a cherry with water droplets from the jade bowl and put it in his mouth.

"Chir!" A little red bird jumped off the beam of the house, turned into a human form, squatted in front of Chen Ziqi, slowly approached, kissed the cherry-like lips, and shared this sweet offering with him.

On the night of midsummer, the emperor first recommended the temple with peaches. The emperor sacrificed not only a bowl of cherries, but also the emperor himself.

"Does the sacrifice be followed by the action of the statue of the god?" Chen Ziqi pointed to the statue of the dragon and phoenix in the center of the hall.

"Try it." Dan Yi raised her hand and gently pulled the green gauze dress to reveal the white and tender offering.

A moment later, a small green dragon with chopsticks lying on the green gauze dress. The god helplessly turned into a small red bird the size of a palm and squeezed it together. When the little dragon saw the small red bird, it immediately wrapped it up, looking up at the statue to adjust its movements.

This is the right way to sacrifice the sky. The little dragon stretches out his claws and hugs the little red bird's short neck, "Aowu"

"Chir..." Probably, right, the little red bird took a cherry and ate it in his mouth without caring, and was licked by Xiaolong's head.

"Aowoo!"

"Chirp!"

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