"Uncle Cheng, I can't leave. If I leave, I won't have any chance..."

Zhang Bai gritted his teeth:

"After things are done, I..."

"Although you know that you have no way out, you can repay your kindness with gratitude, you must understand where your kindness is..."

Cheng Yiyuan interrupted him again.

"I have no such intention..."

Zhang Bai's expression changed drastically.

"More than a hundred years ago, your grandfather once had a grace to my husband's mother... a grace to me. For more than a hundred years, you may not remember all kinds of love reasons, but you still remember that you have grace to me..."

As the tea cup fell, Zhang Bai's body trembled, and the mud seemed to fall to the ground. His lips turned white, as if he had lost all his strength:

"Uncle Cheng..."

"I know your purpose, I know that it is nothing more than taking advantage of the emptiness of the city and sneaking into the secret treasury of the royal palace..."

Cheng Yiyuan's expression was calm and calm:

"What you say is nothing more than how many treasures, how many Taoist fruits, magic weapons, magic weapons, etc. are in the secret library..."

"You, you..."

Zhang Bai was miserable:

"What a vengeful person, Cheng Yiyuan will be compensated. My Zhang family misread you, misread you..."

Seeing Cheng Yiyuan's expression was indifferent, Zhang Bai's expression changed a few times, and he kowtowed repeatedly:

"Uncle Cheng, just help me this time, you..."

"Let's go, let's go. Some things are not something you can get involved with. If you don't leave, maybe..."

Cheng Yiyuan stood up and entered the crowd.

In a moment, there was no one else, only a faint sigh, and the rapid footsteps of the Northwest Imperial Guards:

"The Zhang family in the northwest is about to die."

"Old thief Cheng!!"

...

In the south suburbs of the northwest city, there is a temple of worship for the heavens.

Similar sacrifices to the sky are available in the nine paths of the Ming Dynasty, which can be traced back to more than 400 years ago. It was the place where the kings of the Zhang family sacrificed to the sky.

From its formation to the present, for four hundred years, the Zhang family and dozens of northwestern kings have succeeded to the throne here.

Today, under the attention of thousands of people, before offering sacrifices to the Temple of Heaven, the only person with a different surname in the past four hundred years has been welcomed.

The vast southern suburbs are almost filled with crowds, all over the mountains and fields, and crowds are everywhere.

With the crowd of attention, amid the sound of shouting like a mountain, Yang Yu walked slowly with his knife and picked up the nine feet high to offer sacrifices to the Temple of Heaven on the steps.

"Lucky, people look forward to..."

The moment he stepped onto the Temple of Heaven, Yang Yu suddenly looked up.

I saw the mist and the luck came turbulently, gathering in the blue sky. Its color is like fire, its shape is like a canopy, and it slowly falls.

He is not unfamiliar with luck. If he is equipped with the sky, he can even look for luck without using Tongyou.

But this is the first time I am in it.

The moment when the luck drifted, even with his current mental cultivation, ripples in his heart could not help but appear in his heart.

A feeling of being in power and being in charge of life and death arises naturally.

There is also an indescribable pressure that rises together. This canopy, no, is this luck, so heavy that it is unimaginable.

"So, this is human luck..."

Yang Yu raised his eyes and there were dragon-shaped magic patterns on his forehead, and under the sky's eyes, Tonggu was activated.

Buzz!

Ripples arose in the void, and the surging luck gradually faded away the appearance, and under his touch, the truth was revealed.

In the subtleties that no one can see, lines of existence and vagueness come together through the void.

It forms the fortune canopy.

And where it comes from is the people who call for thousands of years down the Temple of Heaven...

In Northwest Daocheng, Yanzhou, Xingzhou, Lizhou, and Dingyang Prefecture, all the military and civilians who identify with Northwest Daocheng.

"This is the mystery of the kingly system... What I feel is not illusion. The soldiers and civilians of the three states in the northwest, without themselves knowing, handed over their own fortune and fate to me..."

Looking down at the military and civilians inside and outside the Dao City, Yang Yu understood where the weight that made him feel a little uncomfortable came from.

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear the weight."

A stream of unknown feelings surged in his heart, his eyes wandering, looking around.

This luck not only comes from the land of the Three States that he has occupied, but also sparsely there are even more distances, but very few.

Apart from one of the three states, the most dense place is Deyang Prefecture!

"Deyang Mansion..."

Yang Yu's eyes closed, as if he could hear a faint murmur from the void.

"Little Min Liu Ermin, I wish Lord Yang more blessings, more longevity, more words, more grandchildren, and all his life is safe..."

"The little people, Fang Dayou, and I will pray for Lord Yang with my son Fang Ping. I hope you will live for a thousand years without illness or disasters..."

"Xiaomin..."

"Xiaomin..."

...

It’s not a person or a sound. Countless messy sounds echo in my ears at this moment.

Crossed thousands of mountains and rivers.

"They are praying for me... This is not just luck, but also like incense?"

Extending his hand and touching the invisible veins, Yang Yu was shocked and incredible flashed through his eyes.

The body-sacrificing seal that penetrates the blood, meridians, organs and even the will in his body suddenly retreated.

"Can you force me to retreat from my mother's life-sacrificing seal?!"

Although it was only a very small part, Yang Yu was still shocked.

No one knew what Yang Yu felt in this short moment. He quietly realized it and did not care about the red tape of offering sacrifices to the sky.

"Prince..."

But Yu Jing, Qi Wensheng and other disciples of Wanxiang Mountain who were accompanying him had arranged three animals. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a little confused and reminded me:

"Your Majesty, you should read the tribute. Next, you will perform the three kneelings and nine kowtows..."

However, they thought that Yang Yu had been injured again.

“No need.”

Yang Yu came to his senses and threw the sacrificial article to Yu Jing.

"What are you?"

Yu Jing's expression tightened slightly.

"How could God care about us? There is no need to deceive ourselves, nor do we need to deceive others..."

The canopy has fallen, the luck has gathered, and the ceremony of becoming the king has ended for Yang Yu.

As for offering sacrifices to heaven...

"Dear is given by God, but this person's luck is not, I really deserve to worship..."

With a crown of light, Yang Yu bowed to all directions and waved his hand to indicate the end of the ceremony.

The disciples of Wanxiang Mountain wanted to say something, but they could not stop him. They could only watch the Northwest King raise his hand and ring the bronze bells held by more than a dozen people behind him.

when!

The bell echoed several times, and the ceremony of kingship ended.

"This, this is not concise, there is no etiquette, no etiquette..."

Yu Yang's movements were too fast, and he had no time to stop him. He came to his senses and his hands and feet were trembling.

“Sacrifice…”

"Miscellaneous things have been completed."

Yang Yu turned around, looked around, lowered his eyes everywhere, and the sound was not high, but it could not stop the echoing bell:
Chapter completed!