The enthronement ceremony is approaching, and the most nervous is naturally not Song Yun, but Li Tianyue, a little girl.

She was able to withstand psychological pressure, received training from two veterans all day long, and also learned various rules from Mr. Etiquette invited by Zhang Xianke, and prepared for the throne from morning to night every day...... That's pretty good.

Song Yun once asked her why she was willing to take over the empty title of King Tang, and she was afraid of the danger it would bring.

Li Tianyue's answer was that the family could not die in vain.

The old soldiers of Beiting hidden in the mountain village, including their descendants, all died on the way to Anxi, and in order to cover the two sisters and brothers, they all died at the hands of Tiangang Sect.

These are all relatives who raised Li Tianyue to grow up.

Their sacrifice can't just be counted......

Li Tianyue, like Gao Hanqing, also rapidly transformed in hatred.

Since this is the case, Song Yun also determined the candidate for the throne, and cultivated her as a disciple like teaching Gao Hanqing.

In the future, he will always be in Anxi, and he will lack skills, and he will always have more cronies outside.

Halfway solicitation is too unreliable, and it has to be cultivated from the early teens, which is more trustworthy.

Zhang Xianke and He Yansi are typical counterexamples, living out of the two essences.

On the surface, they took refuge in Anxi and cooperated quite happily, but as soon as Song Yun showed signs of "underestimating the enemy", the two immediately made second-hand preparations......

At this time, outside Anxi City, Zhang Xianke and He Yansi's team was about to part ways.

The two didn't know that their words and deeds in Anxi were all under Song Yun's control.

The two of them were still figuring out how to deal with Song Yun's defeat.

Zhang Xianke asked tentatively: "Brother He, you have dealt with the people of Jingguo quite a lot in the past two days...... Are you planning to shoot again? ”

"Who told you? Don't speculate! He Yansi snorted, but changed his words again:

"If Anthy can't be trusted, then how should you and I deal with ourselves? Can you still build your own country? You should also consider which side to turn to. ”

Seeing Zhang Xianke frowning, he immediately said coldly:

"If you want to occupy a place in the world, strength is the most important, and the brain is also indispensable."

"If that young man can't figure it out, it's useless for you to forcibly protect him, even if he becomes a martial saint, it is still possible to trap you to death!"

Zhang Xianke sighed: "I know, but that Song Yun doesn't look like a reckless person, maybe there are really some means." ”

He Yansi laughed, "Wouldn't it be better if it was really what you said?" I also don't want to be saddled with the stigma of treason. ”

"Where we go from here, it depends on Song Yun's performance, so don't interfere without permission."

After saying that, he stared at Zhang Xianke tightly, and there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

If Zhang Xianke showed signs of going to Song Yun to inform, then he would not hesitate to make a move!

Zhang Xianke's eyelids on the opposite side jumped slightly, and he smiled bitterly: "Brother He doesn't have to be like this, I am not related to that Song Yun, and I can't take risks for him...... Let's wait and see. ”

He Yansi's face softened a little, and he smiled: "Brother Zhang is wise, it is the best choice to wait and see." ”

The two turned their horses' heads and hurried towards their respective territories.

They were going back quietly and with another army back to the desert.

As for what the army will be used for, only the two of them know.

In this way, people from all walks of life have different thoughts, whether they are nervous, or sad, or angry......

After many people waited nervously, the day of enthronement finally arrived-

The morning light is faint, and the sky is clear.

In the city of Anxi, the bells and drums rang in unison.

Between the Daodao banners, under the escort of the Dharma Driver, Li Tianyue wore a crown on his head and a yellow brocade robe, followed behind Song Yun, and slowly walked towards the altar.

Song Yun was still dressed in a white robe, with a bronze sword hanging from his waist, his steps were brisk, and his clothes were fluttering.

The protagonist of the enthronement ceremony is not him, just go through the motions.

As a Zhenguo Venerable, enjoying the luck of the country, but not claiming to be the king himself, he can avoid a lot of cause and effect.

The New Tang Kingdom will be dominated by Song Yun, but if there is turmoil in the country in the future, he will not be seriously attacked, and he will mainly lose some luck power.

This kind of operation is very common in the troubled times of a hundred years, and the envoys are not surprised.

Only a few people looked at Li Tianyue, who was nervous.

Most of the envoys were still paying attention to Song Yun, secretly wondering how this young Grandmaster could survive today's tribulation.

Song Yun's face was as usual, with a faint smile on his face, as if he didn't know what would happen today.

Guiding Li Tianyue to the altar, he stepped aside and waited quietly.

In the solemn drum music, Li Tianyue began to enter the sacrificial process.

Facing the three altars of heaven, earth and man, the upper sacrifice to the sky, the lower sacrifice to the thick soil, and the middle sacrifice to the community.

Only by proclaiming heaven and earth can we conform to the law.

All kinds of offerings are presented, incense is burned, prayers are prayed, and prostrations are made......

The ceremony is quite complicated and takes a long time, and there are more sacrifices to the ancestors of the past generations.

From the founding monarch of the Tang Kingdom, all the way to the Tang Jing King of the previous generation.

If this long round of worship is over, the identity of the "monarch" will be justified.

Ordered by heaven and by ancestors, it is impossible not to recognize it.

Naturally, it was impossible for Li Tianyue to finish the worship smoothly.

Before the whole process was halfway through, the sandy ground under everyone's feet trembled slightly.

The shaking became more and more violent, and the tiny grains of sand and gravel kept jumping up and falling on the upper of everyone's shoes.

The envoys of the nations looked at each other and began to step back as far away as possible from the altar.

At this time, the four gates of Anxi were still completely open, undefended.

The messenger near the south gate could already see the banner that obscured the sky outside.

It was a bright red triangular flag, fluttering in the wind, like clusters of flames dancing in the air.

The Don Army is coming.

This famous red pennant was a nightmare for all nations a few decades ago, and it almost swept the world and unified all directions.

Over the years, it has become a joke that will only fight infighting.

However, the hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, and now the Tang army that has killed Anxi can be said to be the last foundation of the Tang Kingdom, gathered together, and no one dares to underestimate it.

The army outside the city pressed the border, stepping into the sky full of smoke and dust.

In the New Tang Kingdom in the city, there are only a few dozen people, and the only one who can really fight is the weak-crowned young man in white with a sword.

It is clear which is strong and which is weak.

All the envoys turned their eyes to Song Yun.

How should this young martial arts genius face the menacing army?

Is it to escape? Or fight to the death?