Chapter 904: False Emperor, True Emperor

Kokatsuyama

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

This was the first time Yang Jian had taken off this iron armor in front of others, and even his most powerful subordinates had never seen this scene. So everyone was a little surprised, and no one knew why he was acting so strangely today.

"Get water, I'm going to bathe."

He looked at the rock-colored iron armor for a moment, and then suddenly commanded. All of his men were stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly ran out to prepare hot water.

Just before the hosts, he actually ordered people to prepare water for bathing.

The army has already finished lining up on the plain, just waiting for his order to attack Liuzhou City. At this time, everyone was waiting for the drums to beat, and everyone was waiting for him to appear at the front of the team wearing that iron armor, stretching out his hand and pointing in the direction of Liuzhou City.

However, he actually wanted to take a bath!

Six sturdy ironclad soldiers carried a huge wooden basin over and placed it in front of Yang Jian.

Yang Jian was just in front of the army, and slowly took off the clothes on his body. The sun shone on him, and his muscles were as angular as the rocks on a cliff. It was an extremely magnificent power, a masculine demeanor that made people dazzle. Because he had obtained Wan Xingchen's general cultivation, coupled with absorbing the blood of so many descendants, Yang Jian at this time was already one of the few people standing at the peak of cultivation in the human world.

Yang Jian, who was naked, stepped into the huge wooden barrel, and the muscles in his legs moved so shockingly.

It seems that he is not bathing, but doing a very sincere worship. He seemed to want water to wash away the dirt from his body and wash away the past. Most men take a perfunctory bath and take a bath very quickly. But this time he took a long bath, and he washed it very carefully and carefully.

Just as everyone was paying attention to this side, a burst of music suddenly sounded behind the army. That's the sound of a lot of people playing in an ensemble, melodious and **.

Many of the generals in the army couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, as they gradually heard what the music was. The soldiers just thought the music was solemn and beautiful, but they didn't know where it came from. And many court generals were stunned for a moment before they heard it, and they didn't dare to confirm it at first.

It wasn't until the procession came that they were sure they had heard correctly.

Is that

The music played by the court musicians when the new emperor ascended the throne.

As the music came from afar, a group of monks dressed in yellow robes and red robes came playing various musical instruments, and they even carried heavy chimes, and walked with a steady pace that was unbelievable. Even in the middle of the march, the chimes did not shake at all. And the monks who are beating while walking, the movements of their hands will not be slowed down by half a minute because of walking.

At least three hundred of these monks made their way through the procession to the front, and such a strange procession of musicians stunned everyone. No one knows why people from the Buddha sect suddenly appeared here. Someone subconsciously wanted to scold, but at the moment when the words were about to come out, they swallowed back. Because they suddenly woke up, if it wasn't for Yang Jian's permission, how could these monks appear?

Behind the 300-strong team of musicians were twenty-eight monks dressed in red robes, all of whom looked quite old. They were dressed a little differently from the monk in front, and the style of the red monk's robe was also different. The red robes worn by these twenty-eight people fit perfectly, not as wide as the robes of the monks in front of them.

On the red monk's robe, there are symbols woven with gold threads on the cuffs and collar, which is very strange, and I am afraid that no one except the people of the Buddha sect can understand it.

The twenty-eight monks each carried a tray full of flower petals. They walked in front, then sprinkled the petals, and the road behind them was paved with petals. The air seems to be filled with the fragrance of flowers, which makes people feel refreshed.

Behind these twenty-eight people is Da Zi in a white monk's robe.

He was the last to come over, his steps slow and calm, and with every step he fell, a lotus flower bloomed. The white lotus flowers bloom on the path of pink petals, looking as proud as Kao. This is a very mysterious and magical picture, and everyone who sees this scene has the illusion that they have reached the divine realm.

Da Zizi also held a tray in his hand, and the tray was covered with a bright yellow brocade, and he didn't know what was covered under the brocade, which looked particularly mysterious.

When the music sounded, Yang Jian stood up from the wooden basin. Let the sun shine on him, let everyone's eyes fall on him.

Three hundred monks and musicians separated the two sides and played auspicious songs.

Twenty-eight red-robed monks walked up to Yang Jian, also divided into two rows, with fourteen people on one side. A path about a meter wide was left between the two rows of people, and all the remaining petals were paved on this path. Yang Jian turned around, raised his legs and walked out of the wooden basin. At this moment, the red-robed monk closest to the tub knelt down, and then fell to the ground. Yang Jian stepped on his back and came out, and the other red-robed monks also fell down.

Twenty-eight red-robed monks paved a path with their bodies.

Yang Jian, who was naked, stepped on the back of the monk and walked forward, and at the end of the monk's road, he was standing there holding a tray and waiting for him.

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Yang Jian walked through the road paved by the monk with his body in the music, and then stood in front of Da Zi. He was already extremely majestic, much taller than Da Zizi. At this time, standing on the back of the last monk, it seemed as if he had only reached his chest.

After Yang Jian stopped, Da Zizi slowly knelt down with the tray.

Then he lifted the bright yellow brocade from the tray, and inside was a whole new set of clothes. The dress was somewhat extraordinary, bright yellow, embroidered with a golden dragon. Next to it was a pair of boots with the same bright yellow and black soles, and a crown encrusted with an egg-sized gemstone.

Da Zizi knelt on the ground, first found underwear for Yang Jian, and then stood up to put it on for Yang Jian. Yang Jian opened his arms, but his face was extraordinarily calm.

After putting on all the clothes, Da Zizi knelt down again and put on socks and boots for Yang Jian.

This is a perfectly fitting dragon robe.

Bright yellow brocade robe, a majestic golden dragon coiled on the dragon robe, that pair of eyes that are not angry and self-threatening, with a kind of majesty that looks at the world.

Yang Jian took the crown from Da Zizi in both hands and slowly put it on his head.

This moment

There was silence!

With so many pairs of eyes watching this scene, everyone held their breath. Perhaps except for the ironclad army that no longer had a heartbeat, everyone's hearts were beating wildly. They couldn't believe what they were seeing, it was like a dream. Just after Yang Jian put on the dragon robe, someone in the crowd suddenly let out an exclamation.

"How...... Possible?! ”

In addition to being in front of his cronies in the ironclad army, Yang Jian would wear the heavy iron armor when leading the troops, and he would also pull down the mask to reveal only a pair of eyes, and no one could see his face. Just before when he took off his armor and took a bath, many of the court generals who saw his face for the first time felt a little familiar, but no one knew where this familiar feeling came from. When Yang Jian put on the dragon robe and put on the crown, someone finally reacted.

"How is that possible!"

Someone exclaimed, "How can it be so similar!" ”

"Like what?"

The general next to him hadn't reacted yet.

"You...... Haven't you seen the portrait of Emperor Taizu? ”

"I've seen it...... Yes! ”

The person who was reminded also exclaimed in fright, and his face changed color in an instant: "This ...... How is this possible? How could it be the same as Emperor Taizu? I'm not dreaming! ”

Astonished chattering began to spread among the generals, but no one dared to make too much noise. Soon, these rumors reached the ears of the soldiers, and everyone began to rush over to see what was going on.

Put on the dragon robe

Yang Jian's temperament changed suddenly.

"I!"

He said it aloud like a thunderbolt in the sky. This word seems to be a little unnatural even when he says it himself, but it seems that this word can only be justified by him. As soon as the word came out, everyone became quiet and looked at this side with wide eyes.

"I'm back!"

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

"Many of you should have seen who I am, many of you have seen my portraits, cold portraits hanging on the walls. All of you are sure that the founding emperor of the Great Sui has been dead for two hundred years, so it is impossible for him to come alive and appear by your side. If that happens, it's a miracle! ”

Yang Jian said loudly: "I have come to tell you, this is not a miracle!" If so, then I am the god! Yes, all of you know that I have been dead for two hundred years, and in your mind, I should have become a dry skeleton long ago! But I tell you, I'm still there! When the Great Sui needs me, I will appear to you. Take you to exterminate all the enemies who dare to be disrespectful to the Great Sui! ”

He strode up the hill and looked down on the team below.

"You may not believe that this is true now, and you don't believe that I am the founding emperor of the Great Sui! But, believe it or not, I have always been the founding emperor of the Great Sui! Now I'm back, and I'm coming back to sweep away all those ghosts! The reason why I didn't identify myself before was because I was afraid that you wouldn't dare to accept it. But now, the thief Shengtu has ascended the throne and become the emperor, I just want to mark my identity and let the enemy see which emperor is the orthodoxy of the world! ”

Seeing that everyone was stunned, Da Zizai raised his hands and then lay on the ground: "Your Majesty the Emperor of the Great Sui, long life is boundless!" ”

Those people from the Buddha sect also knelt down and paid their respects sincerely.

All the ironclad generals and soldiers knelt down in unison, bowing their heads in worship to their master. Seeing this scene, those court generals looked at each other, and after a long while, they didn't know who knelt down first and shouted long live. As the first person knelt, more and more people knelt.

Yang Jian's eyes swept over the crowd below, and when he saw that there were still a few people standing, his face immediately turned cold: "Why don't you kneel?" ”

"I ......"

The leader hesitated for a moment and then suddenly raised his courage and shouted, "I don't believe you will be the Taizu Emperor of the Great Sui!" That's impossible! No way! ”

"I'm just telling you one thing, whether you believe it or not, I am Yang Jian, the founding emperor of the Great Sui. Even if you don't believe it, you have to kneel in front of the Great Sui Emperor! ”

Yang Jian stretched out his hand, and then pressed down violently.

Those who were still standing suddenly felt an irresistible pressure on their shoulders and fell to their knees.

"Shengtu calls himself emperor, it's a joke."

Yang Jian pointed to Liuzhou: "I will let him be defeated in front of the emperor of the Great Sui, let him know that the emperor ...... It will never be someone other than Yang Jian. A false emperor was fortunate enough to be defeated at the hands of the real emperor...... It's his luck. ”

"Drumming!"

Yang Jian said loudly: "Attack!" ”