Kokatsuyama
Yang Jian stood there, watching two of his personal soldiers wipe the armor for him.
This was the first time that Yang Jian took off his armor in front of others, even his most powerful subordinates had never seen this scene. So everyone was a little surprised, and no one knew why he acted so strangely today.
"Get water, I want to take a bath."
He stared blankly at the rock-colored iron armor for a while, then suddenly gave an order. All the subordinates were stunned for a moment, and then hurried out to prepare hot water.
Just before Wanjun, he actually ordered people to prepare water for bathing.
The army had already lined up on the plain, just waiting for his order to attack Liuzhou City. At this time, everyone was waiting for the sound of the attacking drum, and everyone was waiting for him to appear at the front of the team in that armor, pointing his finger in the direction of Liuzhou City.
But, he actually wants to take a bath!
Six sturdy armored soldiers came over with a huge wooden basin and placed it in front of Yang Jian.
Just before Wanjun, Yang Jian slowly took off his clothes. The sun was shining on him, and his muscles were as angular as the rocks on the cliff. It was an extremely majestic force, a masculine demeanor that dazzled people. Because of Wan Xingchen's ordinary cultivation base and the blood of so many descendants, Yang Jian is already one of the few people who stand at the highest cultivation base in the world.
The naked Yang Jian stepped into the huge wooden barrel, and the muscles on his legs moved so shockingly.
It seems that he is not taking a bath, but doing a very sincere worship. He seemed to hope that the water would wash away the dirt on his body, as well as the past. Most men take a bath in a perfunctory way, and the speed of the bath is very fast. But this time his bath was very long, and he washed it very carefully.
Just when everyone was paying attention to this side, a burst of music suddenly sounded from behind the army. It was the sound of many people playing together, melodious and solemn.
Many generals in the army couldn't help being stunned for a moment, because they gradually realized what the music was. The soldiers just thought the music was solemn and pleasant, but they didn't know where it came from. And many court generals heard it after being stunned for a while, and they didn't dare to confirm it at first.
When the music team came over, they were sure that they had heard correctly.
That is
The music played by court musicians when the new emperor ascended the throne.
As the music approached from far away, a group of monks in yellow robes and red cassocks came playing various musical instruments. They even carried heavy chime bells, and their steps were unbelievably steady when they walked. Even in the process of marching, the chime did not shake in any way. As for the monk who was beating while walking, the movements of his hands would not be slowed down by walking.
At least three hundred of these monks walked through the line to the front, and such a strange line of musicians left everyone dumbfounded. No one knows why people from the Buddhist sect suddenly appeared here. Someone subconsciously wanted to scold, but swallowed back the moment the words were about to come out. Because they suddenly realized that if Yang Jian didn't allow them, how could these monks appear
Behind the group of 300 musicians were twenty-eight monks in red robes, all of whom looked quite old. Their clothes are somewhat different from those of the previous monks, and the style of the red robes is also different. The red robes worn by these twenty-eight people fit very well, not as wide as those of the monks in front.
On the red monk's robe, there are symbols woven with golden thread on the cuffs and collar, which is very strange, and I'm afraid no one except the Buddhist sect can understand it.
These twenty-eight monks held a tray in their hands, and the tray was full of flower petals. They walked in front, and then sprinkled petals, and the road behind was covered with petals. The air seems to be full of the fragrance of flowers, which makes people feel refreshed.
Behind these twenty-eight people is Da Zizai in white monk robes.
He was the last one to come over, his steps were slow and calm, and with every step, a lotus flower bloomed. The white lotus blooms on the road of pink petals, looking as proud as Kao. This is a very mysterious and miraculous scene. Everyone who saw this scene had the illusion that they had entered the God Realm.
Da Zizai also held a tray in his hand, and the tray was covered with a piece of bright yellow brocade, and he didn't know what was covered under the brocade, which seemed very mysterious.
When the music sounded, Yang Jian stood up from the tub. Let the sun shine on him, let everyone's eyes fall on him.
Three hundred monks and musicians separated on both sides, playing auspicious and solemn repertoires.
Twenty-eight red-robed monks walked up to Yang Jian, and they also divided into two rows, with fourteen people on each side. A path about one meter wide was left between the two rows of people, and all the remaining petals were spread on this path. Yang Jian turned around, lifted his legs and walked out of the tub. At this time, the red-robed monk closest to the wooden basin knelt down and then prostrated himself on the ground. Yang Jian came out stepping on his back, and the other red-robed monks fell down one after another.
Twenty-eight monks in red robes paved a road with their own bodies.
The naked Yang Jian stepped on the monk's back and walked forward. At the end of the monk's path, he was standing there with a tray waiting for his freedom.
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Yang Jian walked across the road paved by monks with his own body amidst the music, and then stood in front of Da Zizai. He was already very strong in stature, much taller than Da Zizai. But standing on the back of the last monk at this time, it seemed that he had only reached his chest.
After Yang Jian stopped, Da Zizai knelt down slowly while holding the tray.
Then he lifted the bright yellow brocade on the tray, and inside was a whole new set of clothes. This dress is somewhat unusual, bright yellow, embroidered with golden dragons. Next to it is a pair of boots with the same bright yellow and black soles, and a crown inlaid with a gemstone the size of an egg.
Da Zizai knelt on the ground, first found out underwear for Yang Jian, then stood up and put it on for Yang Jian. Yang Jian opened his arms, but his face was extraordinarily calm.
After putting on all the clothes, Da Zizai knelt down again and put on socks and boots for Yang Jian.
This is a dragon robe that fits perfectly.
Bright yellow brocade clothes, a majestic golden dragon coiled on the dragon robe, in those eyes that are not angry and majestic, there is a kind of power that looks down on the world.
Yang Jian took the crown presented by Da Zizai with both hands, and slowly put it on his head.
this moment
There was silence!
So many pairs of eyes watching this scene, everyone held their breath. Perhaps except for the armored army that no longer has a heartbeat, everyone else's heart is beating wildly. They couldn't believe what they saw, it was like a dream. Just after Yang Jian put on the dragon robe, someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed.
"How can it be?!"
Except in front of his cronies in the Iron Armored Army, Yang Jian would put on the heavy iron armor when leading the army, and pull down the mask to reveal only a pair of eyes, so no one could see his face. Just before when he took off his armor and took a bath, many court officers and generals who saw his face for the first time felt a little familiar, but no one knew where this familiar feeling came from. When Yang Jian put on the dragon robe and the crown, someone finally reacted.
"How can it be!"
Someone exclaimed: "How can it be so similar!"
"like what?"
The general next to him hadn't reacted yet.
"Have you... haven't seen the portrait of Emperor Taizu?"
"I've seen... ah!"
The person who was reminded also exclaimed in shock, and his face changed instantly: "This...how is this possible? How could it be exactly the same as Emperor Taizu? I am not dreaming!"
Surprised discussions began to spread among the generals, but no one dared to make too much noise. Soon, these comments reached the ears of the soldiers, and then everyone began to squeeze in this direction involuntarily, wanting to see what happened.
Put on the dragon robe
Yang Jian's temperament suddenly changed.
"I!"
When he said the word aloud, it was like a thunder exploded in the sky. This word seemed a little unnatural even when he said it himself, but it also seemed that this word could only be reasonable if he said it. As soon as the word was uttered, everyone became quiet and looked at this side with wide eyes.
"I'm back!"
Yang Jian opened his arms, as if to embrace the whole world.
"Who I am, many of you should have seen it. Many of you have seen my portrait, the cold portrait hanging on the wall. All of you are sure that the founding emperor of the Sui Dynasty has died two hundred years ago. Years, so it is impossible to come back to life and appear by your side. If such a thing really happens, then it will be a miracle!"
Yang Jian said loudly: "I'm here to tell you, this is not a miracle! If it is, then I am that god! That's right, all of you know that I have been dead for two hundred years. It should turn into a dry bone! But I tell you, I am still there! When Da Sui needs me, I will appear in front of you. Take you to destroy all enemies who dare to disrespect Da Sui!"
He strode forward and walked to the high slope overlooking the team below.
"You may not believe this is true now, you don't believe that I am the founding emperor of the Sui Dynasty! But, believe it or not, I will always be the founding emperor of the Sui Dynasty! Now that I am back, I will come back to kill those ghosts and monsters. They were swept away together! The reason why I did not identify myself before was because I was worried that you would not accept it. But now that the thief Shengtu has ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, I just want to identify myself so that the enemy can see which emperor is the most orthodox in the world! "
Seeing the astonishment of the crowd, Da Zizai raised his hands and prostrated himself on the ground: "Your Majesty the Sui Emperor, life is boundless!"
Those members of the Buddhist sect also knelt down and paid homage sincerely.
All the generals and soldiers of the Armored Army knelt down in unison, bowing their heads to pay homage to their master. Seeing this scene, the court generals looked at each other, and after a while, they didn't know who knelt down first and shouted long live. As the first person kneels, more and more people kneel.
Yang Jian glanced at the crowd below, and saw that there were still a few people standing, and his face turned cold: "Why don't you kneel?"
"I… "
The leading general hesitated for a while, and then suddenly summoned up his courage and shouted loudly: "I don't believe you will be the Emperor Taizu of the Great Sui Dynasty! This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"I'm just telling you a fact. Whether you believe it or not, I am Yang Jian, the founding emperor of the Sui Dynasty. Even if you don't believe it, you have to kneel before the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty!"
Yang Jian stretched out his hand, and then pressed down violently.
Those who were still standing suddenly felt an irresistible pressure on their shoulders, and kneeled down involuntarily.
"Shengtu calling himself emperor is a joke."
Yang Jian pointed to Liuzhou: "I will let him defeat in front of the emperor of the Sui Dynasty, and let him know that the emperor... will never be someone other than Yang Jian. A false emperor is lucky to be defeated by the real emperor... this is his. Lucky."
"Drumming!"
Yang Jian shouted: "Attack!"