The sun is shining, and in front of the Shendu City, 10,000 people are lined up and ready for battle.

With a long beard and white hair, a square scarf on his head, and a gray donkey, the old man walked slowly and approached the front of the Divine Capital. Captain Da Zhou, the first person in the army today, appeared in front of everyone like this, which is undoubtedly a little surprising.

Now the generals of the Liang army who are following behind Xu Jin don't want to see Yang Chun's demeanor, and they also have a little admiration in their hearts. But now Yang Chun's appearance is neither mighty, nor does he have the legendary unparalleled demeanor, but looks like an old man with idle clouds and wild cranes.

"Captain!"

Xu Jin arched his hand, his posture erect. The 10,000 people behind him are all elites of the Liang army, standing in a quiet formation, but they are angry.

This army led by Xu Jin survived a hundred battles and bloodshed, followed Huan Wu for more than ten years, and was loyal.

There were millions of troops in Daliang, and the composition was complex, and many of them were adapted by Huan Wu to recover the armies of the princes in various places. And following Huan Wu to raise troops, draining blood for more than 20 years, there are only 200,000 people and horses belonging to the lineage, which is the strongest trump card of Huan Wu.

Most of these 200,000 horses are stationed in Shendu, which is the northern and southern armies, and a small part is on the border of Yongzhou to defend Shu.

Huan Wu gathered the elite 10,000 people in the north and south armies of the Shendu in front of the Shendu City, which was called to welcome, but it was actually in Liwei.

Yang Chun touched his beard, looked at the Liang army lineup, and said, "Xu Jin, are these soldiers and horses trained by you?" ”

"Captain Hui, these soldiers and horses are all led by the lord himself."

"Huan Wu, this kid, has grown up over the years!"

Between Yang Chun's words, there was a bit of admiration. It's a pity that this admiration is like an adult praising a child's sword dance. It is an honor for children to dance well with swords, but in today's scene, it seems to be an insult.

In Yang Chun's mouth, Huan Wu is just a long step.

Xu Jin heard this, and the generals of the Liang Army behind him also heard it. And Xu Jin also knows Yang Chun's character, he has always told the truth in his life.

"This soldier and horse can be seen. If it was a few decades ago, he would have barely been able to make a deal with Yuan Shou. What a pity! Huan Wu, this kid, has a mediocre ability to lead troops, and he has wasted so many good seedlings in vain. ”

"What did you say!"

A cadre of Liang generals behind Xu Jin pulled out the swords at his waist and pointed at Yang Chun one after another. The so-called literature has no first, and there is no second martial arts. Huan Wu is the most admired existence in the heart of this Ganliang general, and how can he allow others to slander him.

"Put away your weapons!"

Xu Jin shouted, the majesty was still there, and the dry beam would not be angry, but he was helpless.

"Taiwei, the lord has prepared a pavilion for you, please move."

"No need! I want to go and meet the Son of Heaven, this is the gift of the ministers. ”

Xu Jin was embarrassed, but the Liang general behind him caught the reason.

"Yang Chun, how can this god be a place for you to spread wild!"

Xu Jin's face changed, but he saw Yang Chun get down from the donkey and step on the dirt.

"Really?"

Yang Chun only took one step. The mud-stained cloth shoes gently stepped forward, and the eyes of this dry beam general seemed to shake the ground, and he couldn't stand firmly.

The majestic murderous aura soared into the sky. At this moment, the surrounding birds scattered, and dark clouds rolled in the clear sky.

"What's going on with this murderous aura?"

Powerful!

This is the most intuitive feeling in the heart of a dry beam general. They don't even have the slightest hint of confrontation.

It's not that you can't, but you don't dare!

Yang Chun didn't use a trace of Lingqi, just pure killing intent, which caused the heavens and the earth to change color, and all spirits were terrified.

Yang Chun led the donkey under his seat and walked straight forward. This time, none of the beams would dare to stop in front of him.

The dark clouds were heavy, gathering in the sky above the gods, like the sky tilting. On the earth, the heat is gone, as if the solemn autumn is coming in advance.

At this moment, in the Liang Hou Mansion, Huan Wu, who had closed his eyes tightly, suddenly opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes floated.

At this moment, the hearts of the Yiganhuan clan inevitably remembered the fear that they thought had been annihilated.

At this moment, the alien race hidden in the divine capital trembled, and there seemed to be a coercion in the darkness.

At this moment, before the Son of Heaven's bedroom, many regular servants showed excitement on their faces, and they were relieved of their grievances for many years.

At this moment, the memory that had been buried for a long time in the divine capital was finally awakened again.

From the gate of the capital to the Imperial Palace, it is a straighter Suzaku Street.

Yang Chun led the donkey in front, and Xu Jin followed behind him, respectful as a servant.

"Captain! It's a captain! ”

The young people in the Divine Capital may not know who this old man with the donkey is? But after all, there are still old people in this city who have experienced the rebellion of Chengtiandao. There are many veterans who followed Yang Ci back then.

These veterans are either destitute, or full of children and grandchildren, or rich and rich, or glorious and prominent.......

At the moment when the world changed, they all rushed to the Suzaku Street, and in the incomprehensible gaze of a crowd of bystanders, they bowed their knees and shouted to the sky, almost crazy.

"Subordinates meet the captain!"

Yang Chun ignored the tsunami-like cries from the mountains on this long street, nor did he pay attention to the scrutiny and hostility in the countless eyes nearby, let alone the dozens of killing intents, and walked straight forward.

The palace gate is like the sea, and the long soldiers are like a forest. The Yigan Yulin Army had already received the news, but when they really faced the old man who was walking slowly with the donkey, they could feel the pressure like a mountain.

Just in front of the gate of this palace, Yang Chun stopped for the first time. The Zhumen in front of him is still the same, and the patent leather is yellowed. After decades of wind and rain, I don't know how much has changed in front of the palace, but the plaque hanging at the gate of the palace has not changed.

Guangyangmen!

Looking at the vigorous big characters on it, Yang Chun's eyes lit up, and he remembered the moment when he and Yang Ci were separated in front of the gate of this palace that summer night.

Lord!

Yang Chun sighed in his heart, and his heart was excited. The old thing is still the same, and the people are no longer the same.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Chun flicked his sleeves, tidied up his clothes, and continued to walk towards the palace gate. That dry feather forest wanted to stop it, but when he saw Huan Yi rushing over, he took a deep breath. He parted the crowd and bowed to Yang Chun.

"Captain!"

Huan Yi is like this, where can the Yulin Army dare to resist again? It was the first time they had seen their Lord Guangluxun face a person with such sincere fear.

In front of the Hanzhang Palace, the Son of Heaven was dressed in twelve chapters of gorgeous clothes, wearing a crown on his head, and stood with his hands in his hands, waiting for the person who only existed in his memory.

The square is empty, and the jade hall is sluggish. It was originally a temple that represented the supreme power of the Great Zhou, but now it is already a door.

And what Xia Yunqi was waiting for was this long-lost visit, and it was also the majesty that the Great Zhou Tianzi had already lost.

"Chen Yang Chun greets the Son of Heaven!"

Under the jade steps, the courtiers bowed. In front of the Hanzhang Palace, the Son of Heaven was moved.