Chu He looked at the expressions on the faces of these people, although he still looked indifferent, but at the same time, he was slightly proud in his heart, and at the same time, he was also relieved.

There is an old saying in the Mongolian steppes that 'God can lead to victory, but God cannot achieve victory alone'.

Compared with the monk's practice, the independence that was destined from the beginning, the strength and glory are all in one's own body. The powers of the gods, even those gods and earthly gods, are relatively easy or simpler to come, and because of this, they are subject to all kinds of restrictions.

The gods of the grassland can lead people who believe in themselves to become strong, but they do not wait to replace them and directly gain power.

So in the end, it's people who decide everything.

The Sword Palace, the imperial city of the Chu River, is built for people to see, repaired for people to live, and is also used to deter people from all directions. Only by first intimidating people can we restrain God through them.

"Welcome to the Beihai Sword Sect, the sword sacrifice ceremony will begin immediately. Please also move to the Sword Palace and take a break. Chu He said.

Those unruly alien races of all parties buried their heads one after another, and followed Chu He to officially enter the main hall of the Sword Palace, and no one dared to jump out and say some nonsense.

This is enough to show that Chu He's performance was successful.

I am afraid that after returning to their respective tribes, for a considerable period of time, no matter how their respective gods hint and agitate, they will hesitate and hesitate, and dare not come to invade the Beihai Sword Sect.

When the initial instability passed, the Chu River set up the Wu Array throughout the Imperial City, and connected the thirty-six peaks that had been transformed together into a whole with the formation.

Even if most of the grassland attacked together, it would not be able to help the Beihai Sword Sect of the Chu River in a short period of time.

The pattern in the Sword Palace is relatively elegant, and on the surrounding walls, there are still various sword moves in relief, but they are coherent, and they are some extremely fierce and fierce swordsmanship.

The wooden shelves on the left and right sides are full of swords, giving people the illusion of a sword spirit.

Everyone sat down one after another, and soon a disciple sent melon and fruit tea, as for the wine... Don't do it!

Chu He has reason to believe that there are not many people here who have good wine, a few cups of yellow soup in their stomachs, these people initiate a mess, and the performances he did before will all be in vain?

To say that Chu He's purpose in establishing the Beihai Sword Sect at the beginning was only to formally establish himself in the prairie, have his own name, and be able to make his own voice heard.

I really didn't expect that once things started, it was like a derailed train, rushing forward with brute force. Of course, Chu He will not regret it, because the development of the situation, although it is beyond some control, has led to the crisis coming in advance. But it is also a surprise, which can make the status of the Chu River more lofty in the grassland.

If the crisis is over, then naturally, there will be some more halo on his head.

There is no wine or dancing at the banquet.

The faint sound of the piano started, and the disciples of the Sword Sect who were cheering up, they were in the center of the main hall, wielding their swords, and practicing swordsmanship in a uniform manner, which made these guests look fascinated.

Wait until the end of the show.

Chu He was in the middle of the Great Ding, and he burned a so-called sacrificial text in a fake way.

Then, holding the so-called 'divine sword' in his hand, he began to worship the heavens.

With the sound of the Chu River, it was transmitted to the nine heavens. At the same time, the sound of the sword rose out of nowhere, roaring into the sky in unison, and soaring into the sky.

The stratus clouds in the sky opened layer by layer, like the gate of the heavenly palace, opening one after another.

At the end of the sky, there was an emperor wearing a black royal robe, sitting high above the nine heavens, incomparably majestic. The dominating momentum was not fake, and it emanated to make all the guests tremble.

The emperor nodded at Chu He, and the look revealed in his eyes was not superior, but very equal.

Rumble!

The clouds dispersed, the wind and snow stopped suddenly, and the top of the mountain, which had not seen the sun, suddenly shone with golden light, as if the scorching sun in the sky also invested more care here.

High in the sky, the jade Daoist constantly adjusted the refraction angle of the large bronze mirror, sending more sunlight to the glass dome of the Sword Palace.

The festival is over.

In addition to the shock, everyone also had a sense of loss.

Seeing such a magnificent sight, they all have a kind of doubt about the rush of life.

Next, Chu He confessed to the guests and left first.

If the distance is too close and the sense of mystery is lost, then the so-called fairy wind bones will naturally be greatly discounted.

Fu Qingbo was in charge, Yang Chenkong was the auxiliary, and the two led these guests to the imperial city to continue their visit.

The living area, the teaching area, the food area, the play area, the gaming area, and even the entertainment area waiting for special professionals to settle in front of these guests.

Chu He is in charge of pulling the style, erecting the entire Beihai Sword Sect and the majesty of the Imperial City, so that people dare not attack easily.

Then Fu Qingbo and they will be responsible for making profits.

Countless historical facts have proven that a place with only symbolic and political significance, no matter how magnificent and grandiose, will sooner or later be eliminated, gradually reduced to ruins or locked in cages for visiting. Only places that take into account both economic and people's livelihood significance can survive for a long time.

After the complete planning of the Chu River, and even a lot of cross-era entertainment moved to this era, it is foreseeable that this city will become a gold-swallowing giant beast on the grassland.

The Mongols are not poor, and the steppes are rich in resources.

They just don't really make use of their wealth, and a lot of resources are being wasted.

And this city can let them really understand what it means to be rich, and it's good to have no money... you xx.

After a brief tour of the Imperial City, sure enough, all the guests were a little depressed.

The Turks no longer wanted to plunder the city at all, they only wanted to take their wealth with them, live in the city, and become a part of it.

Then spend most of the wealth accumulated in the previous half of their lives happily here, enjoying food, beautiful scenery, beautiful women, and all kinds of entertainment that they are worried about, but they have never heard of or seen.

Most of the Mongols were also so confused that they didn't care to walk, and one or two of them turned out of the line and fell into the ditch.

Sober people are not for nothing.

For example, the leading old man among the envoys of the Liao State, such as Chechnya.

When they saw the city, their hearts swelled up not only with envy and yearning, but also with a deep chill.

It is foreseeable that the real development of this city will burst out with such potential and what huge forces it will gather.

However, thinking of the strength and terror of the Chu River, they began to feel powerless again.

Suddenly, I didn't know what expression to use to face.

Chechnya decided that, upon returning to the tribe, no one from the tribe, whether men or women, would be strictly forbidden to come to the imperial city, and he was even prepared to issue strict laws.

But how much effect will this have? Chechnya is very uncertain. After all, even he himself lingered and didn't want to leave. I really can't hate, with all my wealth, continue to stay here, and enjoy the so-called 'real life' in Fu Qingbo's mouth.