Morning mist rises from the vast expanse of blue sea, shocking waves hit the cliffs, and the eternal sound of the sea sings on the wasteland, blending depth and openness into the mountains.
Jiu Shu, the new family member, stood on the jade steps leading to the palace on the mountain. As far as she could see, the wilderness below was vast, and the roads and cities were turned into black spots. She couldn't see clearly. Then she looked around. The sky was vast and the blue sea was boundless.
The world seems to have faded away from the chaos, leaving only the two colors of green and dark.
They looked up at the majestic palace looming in the sea of clouds on the top of the mountain, and their hearts gradually surged in the vastness. They seemed to be filled with pride and some bewilderment.
Xin Er'an said, "Finally, we have made all the court uniforms. It's worth noting that we have been working hard for two months."
After saying that, they all sighed. Two months ago, the Day Clan was besieged on all sides. In that situation, they received the order to sew court uniforms. They thought that the senior leaders of the Day Clan were crazy. But they didn't expect that they would actually unite the wasteland and establish a dynasty.
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The attending deacon completed the handover with them and said, "I would like to ask the True Lord to send you the royal robes."
Xinyi'an agreed, "This is my job."
She followed the disciple who led the way through the four seasons of the mountain, with snow falling, and climbed to the highest hall. When she saw the name of the hall, her eyes were first caught by the tall and straight figures. Several rows of black armored soldiers had golden swords on their waists, holding gold swords in their hands.
Holding the ax and ax, it is like a god of war guarding under the jade steps of the majestic palace, with an awe-inspiring and inviolable aura.
Xin Yi'an took a closer look and saw that these black-armored soldiers all had dark red eagle tattoos on their chests. They must be the personal guards of Marquis Linyao.
Just as he was wondering if Marquis Linyao was in this palace, he saw a handsome disciple coming out to greet him, "But the new true king?"
"Exactly."
"Please come with me."
Xin Yi'an tried to calm down his mind, but when he looked at this majestic and majestic place and the disciple guards who looked like dragons and phoenixes, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked. The aura of confusion when he climbed up the jade steps also disappeared, and he wondered,
Is it possible that the disciples and guards of the dynasty have also been imbued with the power of the dynasty, making them afraid to act arrogantly?
She did not enter the main hall called the Changsheng Temple. She followed the disciples who claimed to be in the room and led them through the corridors and pavilions. On the way, they encountered waterside pavilions and pavilions, and a sea of flowers and bamboo forests. When she almost lost track of the direction,
Shi paused and looked to one side: "That is the middle hall. The True Lord will first hand over the royal crown to me. If there is any disagreement, I will trouble the True Lord again."
"certainly."
Shinichi looked solemn, straightened his robe, and took out a treasure box, meticulously.
Shi took it with a smile and entered the palace first. Er came back and invited her in.
This place is really quiet, with nothing but vast ancient trees covered with white snow. It is high and open. A dark palace with a full-beam wooden structure is hidden in it. It is simple and majestic, but also has a hermit-like naturalness. From a distance, it still sounds...
There are birdsong and the roar of falling waterfalls, adding to the tranquility.
Unknowingly, Xin Yian's tense mind calmed down due to the influence of this environment, and the confidence in her bones supported her waist, neither humble nor overbearing.
Shi walked ahead and soon entered the main hall and stood beside the case.
The palace, which is used as a study, seems to have blended into the green mountains and green waters. Looking around, there are only pillars but no walls, and the outside scenery is unobstructed.
Xinyi An entered the palace and walked across the White Jade Bridge with his head lowered. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a white shadow passing by in the square pool under the bridge, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Your Majesty, Xin'an Judao cultivator Xinyi Ante has come to offer you the imperial robes."
"Fellow Taoist, there is no need to be polite."
The warm and indifferent voice on the front seat prompted her to raise her head. The first thing she saw was an imperial desk made of rosewood, then stacks of official documents on the desk, and the hand holding a pen to write.
The knuckles of this hand are slender and graceful, and are as white as jade. Compared with the pure black penholder, the black and white are clear and pleasing to the eye.
Moving further up, you finally see the black princes' crown robes with nine crests painted on them. The man wearing the crown robe is thin and slim, but his restrained momentum is as strong as that of the God of Heaven. He exudes supreme majesty and majesty in his ordinary appearance.
Even the heavenly kings I have seen before can't catch up.
Xin Yian was confident that the dress she made at home was unique, and when she put it on she would stand out among the others. When she really saw it on, she realized that it was not the clothes that complemented people, but the person that complemented them. She couldn't help but feel ashamed of her previous pride.
Zhan Changfeng stopped writing, picked up a piece of paper, and walked down with a faint smile, "Fellow Taoist, it is really abrupt to suddenly ask you to help make the court uniforms. This recipe can be regarded as extra salary, so please accept it."
"Your Majesty, you're welcome. The materials for the court uniforms are all provided by the Day Clan. We just started the work and it was only completed today. We almost delayed the founding ceremony. I'm worried. I'm too embarrassed to receive any more salary."
"That's not the case. Given the current situation of the day tribe, your willingness to help is the greatest help." Zhan Changfeng handed the paper to her hand, "This is a method of weaving with colorful clouds and mist. Let me give it to you."
It's just dusty inside, so fellow Taoist, don't shirk it."
Xin Yian looked blankly at the method on the paper, and a huge surprise surged in his heart. It turned out to be a Mahayana weaving method!
She suddenly made a decision, "Since my tenth brother Xin Shi'an settled in the wasteland, we sisters have often come to live here. If you don't mind it, we plan to move the cave here and open a new clothing shop."
"You should be welcome."
At this time, a disciple at the palace gate reminded, "Your Majesty, the ceremony has been prepared."
Xin Yi'an first sent his congratulations, "May you and your Majesty make great achievements and prosper forever."
The fertile sun rises, the sky breaks at dawn, and the purple air comes from the east. The protective formation of Wangjun Mountain disappears, exposing the continuous mountains, bathed in the golden morning light, and it is uniquely holy.
The monks from the wilderness came from all over the night before to watch the founding ceremony. Now that the mountain guarding formation has disappeared, they can see the scene on the mountain with their eyes or water mirror skills. The first thing they set eyes on is the square halfway up the mountain.
The two huge monuments were like long swords that cut through their sight, eliciting repeated exclamations of surprise.
Further up, there is a peak that towers into the clouds, and the Qiong Tower Palace is looming, making it hard to see clearly.
The inn in Longxi Corridor was overcrowded. The owner of Gein's Inn took out a round mirror and projected a mountain range in the mirror.
As soon as the door of the inn was closed, the monks who came in were paying attention to the scene in the mirror, and they were talking about the future of the new country without any restraint, and gradually it became a heated noise.
There was a person sitting at a table in the corner. It was Xun Gong. His consciousness swept in all directions and he snorted coldly, "Since she hasn't left yet, why not sit down together and see what kind of dynasty she can build."
Everyone in the inn did not hear his voice, as if they did not notice him. However, in less than a moment, the seats next to his plan were filled up, and it turned out to be Bai Zhen and Shinzo who had left.
.Yao Hong Santianjun.
None of these four heavenly kings spoke, as if they just wanted to watch the excitement.