One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 93 The Day of Enthronement
As the enthronement ceremony was approaching, the most nervous person was naturally not Song Yun, but the child Li Tianyang.

He was able to withstand the psychological pressure, received training from two old soldiers all day long, and also learned various procedures from the etiquette gentleman invited by Zhang Xianke. He was always preparing for his enthronement from morning to night every day... This performance is already considered good .

Song Yun once asked him why he was willing to take over the title of King Tang, a puppet, and whether he was afraid of the danger it would bring.

Li Tianyang's answer is that the family cannot die in vain.

The Beiting veterans hiding in the mountain village, including their descendants, all died on the way to Anxi. In order to cover him, they all died in the hands of Tiangangzong.

These are the relatives who raised Li Tianyang.

Their sacrifices can't just be forgotten...

Like Gao Hanqing, Li Tianyang also transformed rapidly amidst hatred.

That being the case, Song Yun determined the candidate for the throne, and trained him as a disciple just like he taught Gao Hanqing.

In the future, I want to stay in Anxi forever, and I don't have the skills to do it all at once, so I always have more cronies outside.

It is too unreliable to recruit halfway, and it has to be cultivated from the early ten years old, which is more trustworthy.

Zhang Xianke and He Yansi are typical counter-examples, they are just like two people.

On the surface, they took refuge in Anxi, and the cooperation was quite pleasant, 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, the teams of Zhang Xianke and He Yansi were about to part ways.

The two of them didn't know that Song Yun was in control of their words and deeds in Anxi.

They are still studying how to deal with Song Yun's defeat.

Zhang Xianke tentatively asked: "Brother He, you have dealt with people from Jing Guo quite frequently these two days... Could it be that you are planning to become a scene again?"

"Who told you that? Don't make wild guesses!" He Yansi snorted, but changed his words:
"If Anxi is unreliable, how will you and I deal with ourselves? Can you build a country by yourself? Which side should you take refuge in? You should also think about it."

Seeing Zhang Xianke frowning, he immediately said coldly:
"If you want to occupy a place in the world, strength is of course the most important thing, but brains are also indispensable."

"If that young man can't figure it out, it's useless for you to force him to save him. Even if he becomes a martial artist, he may still kill you!"

Zhang Xianke sighed: "I know, but Song Yun doesn't seem like a reckless person, maybe he really has some tricks."

He Yansi laughed, "If it's what you said, wouldn't it be better? I don't want to be accused of treason."

"Where we go will depend on Song Yun's performance, so don't intervene without authorization."

After finishing speaking, he stared at Zhang Xianke closely, with a stern look in his eyes.

If Zhang Xianke showed signs of wanting to inform Song Yun, then he would act without hesitation!
The eyelids of Zhang Xianke on the opposite side twitched slightly, and he said with a wry smile: "Brother He, there is no need to be like this. Song Yun and I are not related, so there is no need to take risks for him... Let's wait and see what happens."

Only then did He Yansi's face soften a little, and he smiled: "Brother Zhang is wise, it's the best choice to wait and see what happens."

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

They will go back quietly, and bring an army back to the desert.

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

Just like that, people from all walks of life have different thoughts, either nervous, sad, or angry...

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

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

In Anxi City, bells and drums rang together.

Under the cover of Taoist flags, under the escort of Fajialu, Li Tianyang, wearing a crown and a yellow embroidered robe, followed Song Yun and walked slowly towards the altar.

Song Yun was still dressed in a white Gebu robe, with a long bronze sword hanging on his waist, and his steps were brisk, with his sleeves fluttering.

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

As the lord of the country, enjoying the luck of the country, but not becoming 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, the backlash he will suffer will not be serious, and the main thing is to lose some power of luck.

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

Only a few people looked at the nervous Li Tianyang a few times.

Most of the envoys are still paying attention to Song Yun, secretly thinking about how this young master can survive today's calamity.

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

After guiding Li Tianyang to the altar, he stepped aside and waited quietly.

Amidst the solemn drum music, Li Tianyang began to enter the sacrificial process.

Facing the three altars of heaven, earth and man, offering sacrifices to the sky at the top, offering sacrifices to the thick earth at the bottom, and offering sacrifices to the country in the middle.

Only by proclaiming the world can it be in line with the law.

All kinds of sacrifices are presented, incense is burned, prayers are prayed, kneel down...

The ceremony is quite complicated and time-consuming, and the ancestors of the past dynasties will be worshiped later.

From the founding monarch of the Tang Dynasty to the previous King Jing of Tang Dynasty.

If this long round of worship ends, the identity of the "monarch" will be well-founded.

You are ordered by heaven, and you are ordered by your ancestors, and it is impossible not to admit it.

Naturally, it was impossible for Li Tianyang to complete the worship smoothly.

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

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

The envoys from all over the world looked at each other and began to retreat in unison, keeping as far away from the altar as possible.

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

The envoys near the south gate could already see the banners covering the sky and the sun outside.

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

Tang Jun is here.

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

Over the years, it has become a joke that can only fight within.

But the centipede is dead but not stiff. The Tang army that has killed Anxi now can be said to be the last foundation of the Tang country. When gathered together, no one dares to underestimate it.

The army outside the city suppressed the situation, and the smoke and dust filled the sky.

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

Who is strong or weak is clear at a glance.

All the envoys turned their attention to Song Yun.

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

escape?Or fight to the death?

　In the sprint stage, I was full of miscellaneous things. I feel that next Tuesday may not be able to update as planned. If not, I will update more than 1 words first, and then I will update more than 1 words on August [-]st. It’s just a lot more...

　　
　
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