Thousands of believers stand in the windswept sands of the wasteland.

In the direction of the morning sunset, they stared at the young man on the horse, with a hint of confusion, but still meticulously, trying to see his face.

Like all the tens of thousands of people, Twenty Luo was also staring seriously at Mo Xiaohe, the future emperor of Guilin, who was coming towards the rising sun.

That's right, this is the Emperor of Guilin that tens of thousands of believers think about day and night, and it is also the Emperor of Guilin that Twenty Luo dreams of guiding them to the distance.

There is no end in sight to the wasteland, the wind and sand are still there, and in the weak morning dawn, the back of the young man riding a thin horse is thin and chic, a little lonely.

The thin horse under the young man's seat looks like he has been weathered for many years, his skin is dark, he is a little lame, and he walks with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

But Twenty Luo could see the old thin horse's raised head, just like its steps, stubborn and uninhibited, and the gaze that greeted the rising sun was so indifferent and confident.

This is an old horse that has been through the wind and rain, and it has also traveled all over the mulberry fields, and it may have seen more blood than everyone present.

The boy's loose short sleeves and shorts were sewn and patched everywhere, a little old, even in the bright morning sun, still dull.

Guilin Mountain is rich and rivals the country, even if the future monarch is thrifty, how can it be so? Is this the monarch's quirk? This is this dress, what special meaning does it have to her?

The future monarch must not be an ordinary man, he must have a vast and profound spiritual world, like a starry sky, how can such a philistine person like himself touch and understand?

The young man with the thin horse under the wind and sand walked in slowly, and Twenty Luo could finally see his face clearly.

He looked like he had been wounded, the bone on one side of his face was sunken, and the bruises had not completely disappeared, and he was a little embarrassed.

His very flowing black hair fluttered messily in the residual wind, and he held a sword in his hand, similar to a hero walking the rivers and lakes. Or, a bit like the village husband in the former village of Twenty Luo.

He was wearing a pair of old slippers that were a little shabby.

For hundreds of years, he hated the Book of Heaven, worshipped Guilin to the point of almost fanaticism, and longed for someone to come out to lead his Twenty Luo was in a trance.

Somewhat confused.

Cangsheng, who has been praising great achievements in the mouths of believers for hundreds of years, has already said that this is the monarch of Guilin.

Then this is really the monarch of the Kingdom of Guilin.

But is he really the monarch of Guilin?

While thinking about it, the monarch of Guilin has slowly walked to the front of 10,000 people.

Twenty Luo noticed that his neat pair of sharp oval eyes stood up slightly, as if he was a little angry.

Like these tens of thousands of believers, Twenty Luo was shocked in a trance.

Because he tastes a breath.

A sacred, vibrant taste.

As a person who has been enslaved by his master for several years, or has been enslaved by the Book of Heaven for several years, even if he dies, he will not forget the rotten smell of the chains of the Book of Heaven.

But in the Emperor of Guilin in front of him, in his seemingly torn soul, there was not a trace of this rotten smell, purer than everyone he had ever seen, even purer than this Guilin Mountain.

His soul is so holy and powerful.

It seems that Tianshu has been trying to enslave him, but even Tianshu has never succeeded.

This is not the real monarch of Guilin, so who is?

Like these tens of thousands of believers, Twenty Luo suddenly felt that nothing mattered.

Whether he is the monarch of Guilin or not has nothing to do with what he wears, what horse he rides, or what injuries he is injured.

Even Cangsheng was also chained by a few traces of heavenly books. So the young man in front of him, what reason is there for not? If he doesn't lead the people of the world to rebel against the Book of Heaven, who else can lead it?

Boom.

Without any warning, Twenty Luo, along with tens of thousands of believers, knelt neatly under the horse of the Guilin monarch like a tide.

"Ask the monarch to guide us. ”

Tens of thousands of believers bowed their heads deep into the yellow sand, as neat as a human voice, deafening.

"Please guide us, the Monarch!"

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The fog locked the clouds deep into the deepest part of Guilin Mountain, Cang Sheng, who was wearing a long shirt and a sword, stood sideways, he looked at the scene at the foot of Guilin Mountain, drank a pot of wine in his stomach, and muttered to himself, "I said that I would give the little apprentice a Guilin country, isn't this done?"

"A bunch of old-fashioned old waste, what do you know?"

"Which of you can be as perfect as my Cangsheng?"

He squinted his eyes and smiled slightly, and his expression was indescribably beautiful.

He seems to be talking to himself, but he's not talking to himself.

He was speaking to people who were far away.

People from afar are far away.

Far away in Daxia, Xia Zhenren, who was eating tofu and drinking gruel with his legs crossed in the lobby of his home, heard Cangsheng's words, but he only frowned, but just because there was a little too much salt in gruel today, it was difficult for her to swallow.

As for the first light of dawn in Guilin, isn't it just like drinking a meal of gruel?

Far away in the southeast, Wu Daozi, who was barefoot, rolled up his trouser legs and stepped on the beach rocks by the stream, heard Cangsheng's words, but he just grinned, revealing a soft bright red tongue, but there was no half tooth in his mouth.

Wu Daozi was just thinking about it, or this Cangsheng would play with his appetite. Isn't life just about playing? Playing out of the world is much more interesting than playing by the stream.

Far away in the northwest, he had been sitting cross-legged under the Bodhi tree, but no one had ever seen him under the Bodhi tree, and the golden-bodied ancestor suddenly opened his eyes, but continued to close his eyes in an instant. Don't listen or don't listen, Wang Ba recites the scriptures. Dust dust, all things are vain dust.

At the end of the true realm of unknown directions, a ray of light suddenly stopped, turning into a young man. In the empty clouds, there were three ethereal laughs from hahaha, echoing endlessly.

As for the Instrument Spirit Country, no one could hear what Cang Sheng said.

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...

On the mountain of Guilin, Yu Tong, the senior sister who had just returned from being beaten and vomiting blood from Moleng Island, disgusted and snorted twice, and spit out two mouthfuls of blood in her mouth as usual when she washed up in the morning, looked at the little junior brother under the mountain, and smiled with relief.

Jiang Kong, the second senior brother who was sweeping the leaves on the mountain road with a broom, just glanced down the mountain, and then continued to sweep the floor.

Feng Su, who was still soaking in the vast pot of wine, squinted his drunken eyes, and he was once under the prodigal shape, and his eyes suddenly revealed a sense of confusion. He seemed to be thinking, this is the first light of Guilin, so is it the light of hope or the light of destruction?

....

In short, all the apprentices of Guilin Mountain looked at the foot of the mountain, almost tacitly at the same time.

Is it to say, it's finally lively, or is it actually lively? Or is it going to be lively? Or is it really lively?

In short, it's lively.

Only Mo Xiaohe, the emperor of Guilin, who was sitting on a horse, looked sluggish.

Should I be angry, or I should I be angry, or should I be happy?

Should you accept it, or reject it, or pretend to accept it, or pretend to reject it?

Should you dismount at once and call them up? Or should you immediately lead them into battle with boiling blood? Or should you immediately scold these fools and drive them away?

Recognize me as emperor? shout for me to guide? Kneel under my horse? Poor and sour like this, these people are not stupid?!

If this group of people likes to shout, shouldn't they shout "fuck it"?

Mo Xiaohe scolded you in his heart for being the monarch, and your whole family is a monarch!

The books say that if you meet fools, you have to drive them away, and Mo Xiaohe wants to drive them away now.

But now, what should they do? Should they be driven away?

The Emperor of Guilin was puzzled.