At this moment, the newly-born Dachang was covered with a veil of mystery of divine monarchy, and its legitimacy was beyond doubt.

Before the fire dragon fell, everyone watched this Zen feast with cold eyes.

Everyone knew that this was a usurpation, but it was just a formality, with the help of the Mandate of Heaven to gag everyone's mouths.

What is acceptable is that this Zen concession is more decent, there is no imaginary bloody storm, and it is also preferential treatment for the previous dynasty.

When Xu Yong put on the crown and the fire dragon appeared, everyone was in an uproar, and many people were directly stunned in place.

What did they see?

Dragon! A fiery dragon!

The real divine dragon, the divine dragon that hundreds of thousands of people can see in plain sight.

"Is this true?" In the crowd, Li Changsheng looked at the people around him in disbelief, perhaps he was wrong.

"Really, I saw it too!" The man swallowed, incredulous.

"Inherit the mandate of heaven and rule the dawn below! My generation is the Emperor of Heaven, this is the Emperor of Heaven! ”

Xu Xuan stepped out in one step, and his voice was loud, like a stick in the head, waking everyone up.

"Towering Dachang, inheriting the destiny of heaven!"

"Hooray, hooray, hooray!!"

At this moment, everyone sincerely knelt down and bowed.

There was no need for the ceremonial officers and honor guards to shout loudly, and everyone knelt down in unison.

In the crowd, the Taoist priests of Taiyi and the followers of Esoteric Buddhism also had to kneel.

Even if they couldn't believe it, even if they thought it was a spell, they didn't have any reason to refute it.

Many people even wavered.

This is the destiny of heaven, is the Hulu barbarian in the north really the hero? So are they ignorant of current affairs?

Zhu Ming's widows, dissatisfied gentry, and outdated Confucian scholars were all convinced at this moment, and they didn't dare to have any other ideas.

At this moment, the emerging Dachang, the legitimacy reached its peak.

Zen is no longer a form for the sake of face, but a real mandate of heaven, the divine right of the monarch!

"Destiny...... The Mandate of Heaven is also ......" Emperor Yongli and Chongzhen smiled with relief, the old Zhu family has enjoyed the country for three hundred years, which is almost there.

After all, Chongzhen did a lot of wrong things, which led to the ruin of the country and the family, and it is already very good that he has not been liquidated, and his descendants can still guarantee wealth and nobility, so what else do you want.

Xu Yong was stunned for a moment, and quickly entered the role, saying awkward words, probably something like an inauguration declaration, and Xu Xuan was not interested in it.

"Fengtian Master Xu Xuan is the leader of the Xuanqing Sect, a subtle Dao monarch."

This title is very high, which is equivalent to being on an equal footing with the emperor.

Xu Xuan smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

He seems to be a gentle person, but in essence he is cautious, and he has cultivated Xu Yong since he was a child, and he is no longer familiar with this person's personality.

But there are always times when people change, and it is still necessary to take insurance for this.

The divine right of kings is one thing, and this law gives great legitimacy to the dynasty; In the same way, Xu Xuan can confer legitimacy and deprive it of legitimacy.

In terms of secular force, there are 3,000 guards in Yuelu Mountain, and most of the good generals in the Dachang army are cultivated by the White Emperor Sect Qi and Blood Pills, and almost all of the guards around Xu Yong are martial arts masters trained by him.

Of course, there is nothing about these either.

The second is his own magic power, which is equivalent to the Tai'a sword hanging over everyone's heads.

The most important thing is that the interests of both parties are the same, and in Xu Xuan's view, only the same interests are the key to a stable relationship.

Xu Xuan has supernatural powers, he can choose a random person to divide one side, and create the illusion of divine authority to give power.

And Xu Yong, and even the emperors of later generations, can only sit firmly on the throne if they are recognized by themselves.

Of course, Xu Yong knows his character, and there will be no problems at present. Xu Xuan didn't do this for any power, otherwise wouldn't it be good to be the emperor himself?

It's just a hand to prevent future generations of faint kings who don't have long eyes from causing trouble to themselves.

After the official was sealed, the ministers returned to the city to drink and feast, and the people of Wuchang City also had a good mouth, and the whole city feasted for three days.

On the way back to the city, Xie Miao was puzzled and said, "Heavenly Master, are you just going to give up your power to others?" Even the people do not know your kindness. ”

Xie Miao had seen too many things of fratricidal brothers, and she couldn't think of anything that could be done about the emperor's position.

And when he became an emperor, it was not very convenient for the Heavenly Master to collect things.

"You don't understand." Xu Xuan shook his head, "I have a lot of things I want to do, but I don't have time to do them, Xu Yong is my own brother, and his personality is suitable for doing this." ”

If it's just collecting materials and enjoying the glory and wealth, being an emperor is nothing.

Whoever wants to rebel can directly kill him with his unique supernatural powers.

But in doing so, he is an unprecedented tyrant, a great scum who pulls the nation into the abyss.

From this era on, the West began to gradually surpass China, and if he was not there in the future, he would be able to see the West on the head of China in a few years.

Therefore, it is necessary to change the imperial examination, develop commerce, run education, engage in industry, and change ideology...... and a series of other initiatives.

Governing is not about playing a game, not about issuing a task, and the people below will immediately carry it out, and then wait for a while to receive the results.

It's about putting all your energy into it and fighting with all the forces.

For example, if you want to do something, the task will be issued, the money will also be allocated, there will be corruption in the middle, and you must beware of disobedience, falsification, distortion, and so on when you implement it.

You can't do it by killing alone, there are more emperors who have used killing methods in history, which one has succeeded?

This process can take up to three generations.

If you just let yourself do it, the time for cultivation will definitely be gone.

It's better to let Xu Yong come, Xu Xuan himself has a long life, and occasionally checks the gates, so that it won't happen that because Xu Yong is dead, future generations will not carry it out.

In this way, after two or three generations, it is basically done.

Banquet, singing and dancing, monarchs and ministers laughing.

Xu Guangting was already drunk and was carried down to rest.

"Come on, big brother drink."

Xu Yong put his arm around Xu Xuan's shoulders, drunken eyes, and incoherently persuaded Xu Xuan's wine.

"Drink, you kid drink less." Xu Xuan took the cup in Xu Yong's hand, looked at Xu Yong, who was drunk and unconscious, and sighed slightly in his heart.

The relationship between the two brothers is not fake.

"Huh...... It's so easy......" Xu Yong grinned.

At this moment, he is extremely relaxed, he doesn't have to worry about it every day, and he doesn't have to wear a military amulet and drink the antidote talisman water every morning when he gets up.

Outsiders think he is very majestic and domineering, who knows that Xu Yong at the beginning was trembling every day and couldn't sleep well?

Learn to be ruthless, learn to be vicious, and control people...... Stumbling along the way, no one knows how hard it is.

Kings don't need to enjoy it, kings have responsibilities and obligations, especially the founding kings.

Now you can relax for a while, today is the boy who lived in Lizhuang back then; Tomorrow will be the king of cold-blooded iron faces.

At this time, Xu Yong's eyes suddenly cleared, and endless melancholy welled up in his heart, sat up straight, looked at Xu Xuan, and said, "Brother, can I see the prosperous world you depicted in my lifetime?" ”

The new dynasty has always been poor in one generation, saved in the second generation, and squandered in the third generation, and he is afraid that he will not see it.

"My two brothers work together to create it."