Time in the mortal world seems to be extraordinarily fast, and in the blink of an eye, it is the time of the eighth birthday.

Half-human Tianlang stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the distance by the railing, the same sky, the same earth.

"Brother Lang, today is your happy day, my father and the emperor have personally celebrated your birthday, just this favor has envied countless people, but I think you seem to be a little unhappy. Heavenly evil stood beside Tianlang and groaned with a smile.

"Brother Huang is too worried. Tianlang laughed at Tianxie's words.

"The imperial brother is in a panic today, and there are no very valuable gifts, and ordinary mortal things may not be able to enter the eyes of the second brother. ”

Heavenly Evil handed out a log no more than two feet long, and a lifelike dragon was entrenched throughout the log, and the dragon's eyes were inlaid with two amethysts, and purple light flowed.

In the hands of the Heavenly Evil, the dragon seemed to be alive, winding around the dragon wood as if it wanted to break through the air.

Tianlang looked at it and felt surprised, but also thought of the people in the palace who had heard him mention his brother, the Heavenly Evil Emperor was born when it was also auspicious, purple gas came from the east, a passing immortal claimed to be the Master of Songyang passing by here, and saw that there was an emperor's appearance, so he gave the dragon wood to raise dragon energy.

There is nothing strange about the dragon, but it is only in the hands of the heavenly evil that there is such a miracle.

"Such a generous gift, my brother can't afford it. Tianlang excused.

"The things outside the body are not enough to worry about, not enough to worry about. "Heavenly evil again.

"A gentleman doesn't take the favor of others, my brother is the prince, and this shocking dragon wood belongs to the royal brother. Although Tianlang had a guess in his heart, he couldn't say for sure, but he just wanted to settle down for the rest of his life.

He didn't understand, how could the emperor's house be stable.

"The words of people outside the party are not credible, the emperor's brother shirks it like this, isn't it to refute the brother's face?" There was still a smile on the corner of Tianxie's mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Tian Lang, who was as close to the chest of the Heavenly Evil, raised his head and glanced at the Heavenly Evil, his expression was unmoved, "Since the imperial brother is so loving, then the younger brother is disrespectful." ”

The moment he took over, the dragon's eyes on the startling dragon wood suddenly shot out two purple rays, and the purple light rushed up to the sky, piercing through the clouds and disappearing in the sky.

When the purple light disappeared, a faint haze flashed in the eyes of the Heavenly Evil, and Tianlang was also attracted by such a spectacle and did not notice the strangeness of the Heavenly Evil.

"Brother Huang, this thing is really amazing. Tianlang is also amazed.

"This thing varies from person to person, only those who have the breath of the emperor can make it change, and I can only make it circulate a little, ashamed and ashamed. It seems that this emperor's position belongs to the emperor's brother, and the emperor's brother will definitely assist you well. "Tianxie's face is sincere, and he can't see the slightest abnormality at all.

Tianlang shook his head, "Brother Huang, I don't have the slightest idea about the throne of the emperor, I just want to be plain and plain for the rest of my life." ”

He looked at the sky and said things that no one else would understand.

Tianyi looked at this younger brother, who was half younger than him, and tried to see something from his expression, but he couldn't see through it, so he could only stop as young and naïve, and the topic of the throne did not continue.

"Has the imperial brother ever left the palace to see the prosperity outside?" said Tianxie suddenly.

"The prosperity of the mortal world?" Tianlang muttered in a low voice and shook his head, "I haven't had a chance to leave the palace since I was born. ”

"Let's go, my brother will take you to see the heavens and the earth. Tianxiao smiled, and his gaze seemed to pass through the high wall, and fell on the place where the lights were red and green.

"O the world. Tianlang groaned again, revealing a bit of anticipation, but this was only a low voice, and it was not heard by Tianxie.

On the ninth day of June, the grandest festival of Meng Yunguo is the day of chasing clouds.

There is a peak in the southwest of the imperial capital, the name is Wangyun, the blue sky can be seen in the clouds, two hundred and forty-eight zhang, the white jade stone steps climb to the top, there is an altar on the top, every year today the emperor will lead a hundred officials to come here to worship, the altar is in the middle to build a raised round platform, put a table on the far platform, the case is a bow, an arrow, the bow is the Streamer Shuo Yen Chen Bow, built by the Immortal's Mansion Luoshen Palace, the arrow is the cloud arrow, the annual quantitative production of 12 branches.

Looking at the sky, unobstructed, on the day of the birth of the clouds, the emperor raised his bow and shot, and the arrows also went up the clouds, broke through the clouds, and went straight to the nine skies to ensure that the wind and rain were smooth in the coming year, and the country was rich and the people were strong.

However, the emperor is old, and he still has no strength of the year, and in the past five years, he has been replaced by Lu Wushuang, the first wrestler of Meng Yunguo, and Wushuang is also the glory given by the emperor.

Carefully calculated, Meng Yunguo has been established for 20 years, and now the emperor is the second generation, Murong Duanguo, the first emperor rose in the troubled times, occupied the three continents in one domain, and established himself as Meng Yunguo.

Mengyun State is in a dangerous position, with its back to the coast, facing the Canglu State, with the Menglu River as the boundary, forming an alliance to resist the enemies of the Central Plains and not invading each other.

The second generation of emperors is diligent in government, grace and power, external care for the people, internal rectification of the dynasty, Meng Yunguo is a thriving scene, and the national strength is far more than Canglu.

On the day of chasing clouds, Murong Duanguo led hundreds of officials to gather at the peak of Wangyun Peak.

Hearing only three loud rings of bronze bells, Murong Duanguo, who was more than half a hundred years old, wore a white robe and raised a glass and roared.

"Meng Yun!

"Fortune!

"Zhuqing, strengthen me Meng Yun!"

Murong Duanguo, who was already old, was generous in his words, high-spirited, his face was flushed, and he suddenly moved, as if he was responding to this heroic side.

The world knows that Meng Yun has a virtuous monarch of civil governance, but he does not know that this virtuous monarch also has the ambition to gallop the world in his heart, but he is already old, but he has seen today's prosperous Meng Yun.

The hundred officials were also driven by Murong Duanguo's emotions, and those bachelors and ministers with gray temples and half feet in the ground shouted with the neighing voice of the military general: "I am willing to follow my king!

"May I follow my king! strengthen me Meng Yun!" one voice overshadowed one another, one sentence was better than another, rushing straight into the nine skies, breaking through this bright and clear sky, clear water and clear sky.

Tianlang was already shocked, he was a prince and naturally came to watch the ceremony, the gods have always regarded mortals as ants, but they never thought that mortals would have the courage that immortals do not have.

Murong Duanguo looked at the hundred officials in the audience, tears were involuntarily left in the corners of his eyes, he seemed to have seen the future, he nodded with satisfaction, and walked off the stone platform with the support of the inner servant.

"The cloud-chasing salute begins!" The moat agitated the sky, the horn sounded loudly, the pennant fluttered in the wind, and the four sides bowed to the wind and clouds.

The man with a height of eight feet and seven inches stepped on a steady step, step by step onto the stone platform, his upper body was exposed, his chest was thick with fluff, his muscles were high and bulging like a hill, a pair of arms were the width of an ordinary person's shoulders, his wrists were bowed, the bow was like a full moon, and he raised an arrow and pointed at the clouds.

With a clear sound, the arrow is like a streamer, chasing the clouds up, and the clouds that scatter the sky seem to never stop.

The ministers all bow to long live, the whole country celebrates the coming day, and jubilation is today's adjective.