Huh ~

The invisible pressure seemed to make the breeze in the mountains not flowing, only the mist above the bronze mirror dissipated.

Before the antique Taoist temple, a Taoist robe with purple and black cloth shoes on the jade-like square stood with a thin Taoist robe with fairy-like appearance on the Taoist robe.

Behind him were two old men with strong appearance, but hunched backs in their chests and trying to bow as much as possible.

Seeing that Yang Yu, who was standing with his hands behind his back, had a straight backbone, one of them frowned and spoke coldly:

"When you see Your Majesty, how dare you not kneel down!"

A mirror passed by, the sound was like thunder exploding in the mountains of Wanxiang, rumbled and echoed, making the already-colored man look even more like a dirt.

Ren Xiaoxiao's cold sweat suddenly oozed out, but he didn't expect that he had already stated clearly that Yang Yu dared not to kneel down.

This bronze mirror is not an ordinary product, and the scene in it is clear, not only the sound, appearance, but also the color is not even the same.

Yang Yu glanced at him and saw clearly the "noble men" inside, and he understood that the person with fairy spirit and Taoism was the famous "Daojun Emperor".

But unlike what Ren Xiaoxiao said, his eyebrows were hot and he felt the almost unconcealed malice when he was separated by the bronze mirror.

The visitor is not good...

"Hiss Yang..."

Before Ren Xiaoxiao finished his quick words, he was interrupted by his sudden change of expression. After Yang Yu looked at the bronze mirror, he spoke:

"So what if you don't kneel?"

His voice was calm, and his attitude might not be shy or nervous, as if he was an ordinary Taoist on the other side of the bronze mirror.

On the other end of the bronze mirror, the Taoist stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the rebellious young man opposite him lightly, feeling a little cold in his heart.

With his status, if the "Divine Monument" had not included it in the mountains and rivers list, even if Li Baihu kowtowed his head, he would not have had time to pay attention to such a quack leg.

"Bold traitor, how dare you be arrogant in front of Your Majesty?!"

Liu Jing was furious and flicked his clothes, like an angry goshawk, as if he was about to tear his prey.

The fierce momentum almost suffocated the masters of the East Factory, but Yang Yu was not listed here. On the contrary, he wanted to laugh a little.

Only then did he understand why in the martial arts world, the masters from the East and West factories were called "grandmasters" and "grandmasters".

"alright."

Liu Jing's rage came to an abrupt end. Emperor Qianheng raised his hand and stopped the dogs under his command. His eyes were deep and he could not see joy or anger:

"I am the king of the world and the father of the people. Even if you have no official status, you belong to the people. Why don't you kneel down when you see your king and father?"

There was a dead silence in the mountains of Wanxiang. All the experts from the East Factory, including Ren Xiaoxiao, couldn't help but hold their breath.

Compared with all dynasties, the Ming Dynasty was not the most esteemed. Even except for formal occasions, no one in the court could kneel down.

But that is an honor that only ministers who enter the palace have. If you have no official or body, you will not kneel down when you see the emperor. That is a great sin.

Especially the one who is now...

"Mr. Father?"

Yang Yu almost laughed out loud, and in front of him, there seemed to be another refugee starving to death, bandits, and even Nie Wendong, Liu Wenpeng and other parents of Mu Shou's side.

"You sit on the high platform and are worshipped by all the people, but you are dedicated to immortality and do not care about the government. You sit and watch as the world's corrupt officials are arrogant, the thieves are in full swing, and the people are living in poverty..."

At this point, Yang Yu paused slightly, his eyes swept over the East Factory master who was kneeling on the ground inside and outside the mountain, and the almost sudden Ren Xiaoxiao...

It fell to the bronze mirror again.

"hehe……"

On the other end of the bronze mirror, it seemed that a breeze was blowing the Taoist robe. Emperor Qianheng's expression remained unchanged, but there was only coldness and contempt in his eyes:

"You want to advise? Kneel down and speak!"

In the mountains of Vientiane, Yang Yu paused tone, looking straight into the person in the mirror, word by word:
Chapter completed!