"Although I know you have no choice but to repay your kindness, you must understand where the kindness lies..."

Cheng Yiyuan interrupted him again.

"This junior has no such intention..."

Zhang Bai's expression changed drastically.

"More than a hundred years ago, your grandfather was once a favor to my mother... A favor. It has been more than a hundred years. You may not remember the various reasons, but you still remember that you were kind.

Mr. Yu..."

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

"Uncle Cheng..."

"I know your purpose of coming, which is to take advantage of the emptiness in the city to sneak into the royal palace's secret vault..."

Cheng Yiyuan looked calm and unfazed:

"Your excuse is nothing more than how many treasures, how many Dao fruits, magical weapons, magic weapons, etc. are in the secret vault..."

"you you……"

Zhang Bai was miserable:

"A good Yaizhen will pay for one yuan. I, the Zhang family, misjudged you, misjudged you..."

Seeing Cheng Yiyuan's indifferent expression, Zhang Bai's expression changed several times and he kowtowed again and again:

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

"Let's go, let's go. There are some things that you can't get involved in. If you don't leave, maybe..."

Cheng Yiyuan stood up and walked into the crowd.

Just for a moment, there was no one left, only a faint sigh came together with the rapid footsteps of the Northwest Forbidden Army:

"The Zhang family lineage in the northwest will be extinct."

"Old thief Cheng!!"

…

On the southern outskirts of the northwest city, there is a temple to worship heaven.

Similar platforms for offering sacrifices to the sky are found in the Nine Paths of the Ming Dynasty. The earliest one can be traced back to more than 400 years ago. It was the place where the kings of the Zhang family offered sacrifices to the heaven.

In the four hundred years since it was cast until now, more than a dozen northwest kings from the Zhang family have succeeded to the throne here.

But today, under the gaze of thousands of people, in front of the Temple of Sacrifice to Heaven, the only person with a different surname in four hundred years was welcomed.

The southern suburbs of Nuoda are almost filled to the brim with crowds of people. The mountains and plains are filled with crowds of people everywhere.

With everyone watching and shouting like a mountain call, Yang Yu slowly walked forward with his sword in hand and climbed the steps to reach the nine-foot-nine-foot-high altar for worshiping heaven.

"Luck, hope..."

The moment he stepped onto the Temple of Heaven, Yang Yu suddenly raised his head.

All I could see was the mist, the mist coming in turbulently and converging on the blue sky. Its color was like fire and its shape was like a canopy, falling slowly.

Luck was no stranger to him. With the addition of the Heavenly Eye, he could predict people's luck without even using the Netherworld.

But it was the first time for me to be exposed to this rolling tide.

At the moment when luck was flowing, even with his current state of mind and practice, ripples could not help but appear in his heart.

A feeling of being in control of life and death arises spontaneously.

Also rising at the same time is an indescribable pressure. This canopy, no, this fate, is unimaginably heavy.

"It turns out that this is the fate of people..."

Yang Yu raised his eyes, and there were dragon-shaped divine patterns flashing on his forehead, and under the eyes of the sky, Tongyou activated.

Buzz!

Ripples appeared in the void, and the surging destiny gradually shed its appearance, and under his touch, the reality was revealed.

The subtleties that no one can see, the faint lines that come together through the void,

It forms a canopy of luck.

And where it comes from is the thousand-year-old people under the Temple of Heaven, the Forbidden Army...

All the soldiers and civilians in Northwest Daocheng, Yanzhou, Xingzhou, Lizhou, and Dingyang Prefecture identified with Northwest Daocheng.

"This is the secret of the kingship system... What I feel is not an illusion. The soldiers and civilians of the three states in the northwest have entrusted their fate and fate to me without even knowing it.

…”

Lowering his eyes and looking at the soldiers and civilians inside and outside Dao City, Yang Yu understood where the weight that made him uncomfortable came from.

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

An innumerable and unknown feeling surged in his heart, and his eyes wandered, looking in all directions.

This luck comes not only from the three-state land he has already occupied, but also from further afield, but only sparsely.

And apart from the three states, the most densely populated place is Deyang Mansion!

"Deyang Mansion..."

Yang Yu closed his eyes, and vaguely seemed to hear faint murmurs from the void.

"Liu Ermin, a humble citizen, may Mr. Yang be blessed with long life, many children, many grandchildren, and a safe life..."

"Young man Fang Dayou brings his son Fang Ping to pray for Mr. Yang. I wish you no illness and disaster, and a long life..."

"Xiaomin..."

"Xiaomin..."

…

Not one person, not one voice, countless chaotic voices echoing in my ears at this moment.

Across thousands of mountains and rivers.

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

Stretching out his hand and touching those invisible veins, Yang Yu's heart was shocked, and his eyes flashed with disbelief.

In his body, the seal of sacrifice that penetrated the blood, meridians, organs, and even the will suddenly retreated partially.

"You can actually force the mother-in-law's sacrifice seal away?!"

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

No one knows what Yang Yu felt in this short moment. He calmly felt it and didn't care about the red tape of offering sacrifices to heaven.

"Your Majesty..."

But in the aftermath of the incident, Qi Wensheng and other Wanxiang Mountain disciples arranged the three animals. Seeing this, they couldn't help but feel a little confused, and couldn't help but remind them:

"Your Majesty, it's time to recite the sacrificial inscription. Next, we need to kneel three times and kowtow nine times..."

They thought Yang Yu had been injured again.

"No need."

Yang Yu came to his senses and threw the memorial text to Yu Jing.

"What are you doing?"

Yu Jing's expression tightened slightly.

"Why will God care about us? There is no need to deceive yourself or others..."

The canopy has fallen, luck has gathered, and the king-proclaiming ceremony is over for Yang Yu.

As for worshiping heaven...

"Fate is given by God, but luck is not something that should be worshiped..."

After slightly straightening his crown, Yang Yu bowed in all directions and immediately waved his hand to indicate the end of the ceremony.

A group of Wanxiang Mountain disciples wanted to say something, but there was no way to stop them. They could only watch helplessly as the northwest king raised his hand and rang the bronze bell that was carried by a dozen people behind him.

when!

The bells rang several times, and the king-proclaiming ceremony ended.

"This, this, is unseemly, without etiquette, without etiquette..."

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

"Sacrifice..."

"The chores are over."

Yang Yu turned around, looked around, lowered his eyes everywhere, his voice was not loud, but it could not suppress the echoing bells:

"Everyone, please!"
Chapter completed!