The array was silent.

The people who came to offer sacrifices stood on both sides, holding incense in their hands, waiting for the sacrifices to begin.

Yang Xuan has arrived outside the Martyrs' Shrine.

Wei Tang, the governor of Xuanzhou, is standing on the left front holding a tablet, opposite is Sun Ying, the governor of Fengzhou, and below is Zhen Siwen, Sima of Chenzhou.

Originally, the Sima from various states came to worship, but Wei Tang had offended Yang Xuan and was always worried about being misled, so he came in person.

Sun Ying wanted to come to understand the current situation, and by the way, he also wanted to express his attitude to Yang Xuan. Last time Cao Ying went, he decided to support Yang Xuan, but many times in officialdom, verbal support is not enough, and people are lost.

Only when people arrive do they appear serious.

So after receiving the order, he also came.

Only Chenzhou sent Zhen Siwen honestly. As for Cao Ying, he was stranded in Taoxian County for some reason.

Yang Xuan stood up and asked: "Is the time coming?"

Ning Yayun closed her eyes and pinched her fingers, "It's still a little worse."

The sky is still hazy.

It's too early.

Yang Xuan stood up straight and waited quietly.

Behind him are Taoxian civil and military officials.

On both sides are the metaphysics professors and disciples. Today, they will conduct the sacrificial ceremony.

Outside the mountain gate, countless soldiers stood neatly according to wartime formations.

The people on both sides were silent, and coughing could be heard occasionally.

Even the wind stopped, and the branches and leaves of the street trees spread out quietly.

Zhao Yong was in the formation. He made many meritorious deeds in the battle to conquer Nangui City. Shangguan said that he should accumulate more meritorious deeds and the next stop would be Brigade Commander!

He knew that the Shangguan's concern for him came from the deputy envoy's concern for him.

He could do nothing but swear to himself that he would serve as the vanguard of the deputy envoy in this life, and he would not stop until he died!

A ray of morning light suddenly appeared from the east.

It shines on the city of Taoxian County.

It shines on the array.

The armor reflects the morning light, and the entire array is glowing. Looking at it, it seems like an army of gods from the sky.

Yue Er came with Yue Sanshu. As for his son Yue Dashu, they were on the other side. Teachers and students from the school organization also came.

"Aye, look!" Yue Sanshu pointed at the glowing array.

"Stop talking." Yue Er shouted lightly, raised his head, and couldn't help but froze.

The shining army!

The people were whispering.

The eyes that looked into the mountain gate were full of awe.

That deputy envoy is amazing!

The first ray of morning light appeared.

Ning Yayun just said at this time: "Honor God!"

Yang Xuan stretched out his hand, took the three sticks of incense, stepped forward, held the incense in both hands, put it close to his forehead, and bowed.

He said loudly:

"The major events of a country are determined by military service and sacrifice. Over the years, countless soldiers have defended the country and guarded the border, and died on the battlefield, which is admired by future generations. Xuan, deputy envoy of Northern Xinjiang Festival, prays to heaven today..."

The surroundings were very quiet, and Yang Xuan's long voice could be heard all the way outside the mountain gate.

He bowed again, "Metaphysics built the Martyrs' Shrine as a resting place for the loyal souls who died in the war in Northern Xinjiang..."

Next, it is time to plead with God for mercy.

Yang Xuan looked up, and his past battle experiences suddenly appeared in his mind.

What is protecting Northern Xinjiang?

God?

The deputy envoy suddenly interrupted his prayer, and everyone was shocked.

Ning Yayun coughed dryly and reminded Yang Xuan to hurry up, otherwise the time would not be right.

Sacrifice pays attention to the induction of heaven and man, and what celestial phenomena will be at what time. These must be calculated by Ning Yayun. Acting at the best time can shock people's hearts.

Only in this way can the sacrifice be valuable.

But Yang Xuan suddenly stopped, what to do next?

Ning Yayun frowned and glanced at Liu Qing.

Liu Qing shook his head and signaled not to disturb.

He believed that Yang Xuan must have his own considerations.

Yang Xuan is thinking about it.

What dominates this land?

Is it a god?

If it is dominated by gods, then why does this land frequently suffer from wars?

The soldiers and civilians outside also noticed something was wrong.

"Why did the deputy stop?"

"This would offend the gods!"

Yue Er was also anxious, "If you offend the gods, disaster will come later!"

God is a judge in the hearts of countless people.

Whoever does good will expect blessings from the gods. Whoever does evil will worry about disasters from the gods.

Yang Xuan thought about it and felt that this concept could be extended to the plot of Qingtian. The people are suffering, the people are tired, they do good things but have bad luck, and they do bad things but everything goes smoothly...

People feel that the world is unfair, so they place their hope in gods to judge.

Just like hoping for a blue sky to appear.

But the stability of Northern Xinjiang today does not come from gods, but from thousands of people. It is they who work hard and provide food and tools.

These are the thousands of soldiers who are not afraid of life and death to protect their home and country.

Who are the gods?

It's them!

Yang Xuan's mind suddenly shook.

He woke up immediately.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Today the soldiers and civilians of Northern Xinjiang gathered outside the Martyrs' Shrine."

Han Ji winked, and the petty officials began to relay Yang Xuan's words one by one.

Finally, a small official with a loud voice stood outside the mountain gate and shouted: "Today, the soldiers and civilians of Northern Xinjiang gathered outside the Martyrs' Shrine."

"The northern border is what it is today, all thanks to the hard work of all the people."

The people outside were stunned.

This kind of sacrificial hall has always been managed by the superiors. The common people just watch the opera, and they are not even qualified to watch the opera. Therefore, it is surprising that the common people in the city are also participating in the sacrificial ceremony today. At this moment, Yang Xuan's words are even more

It's shocking.

An old man said: "This...is this our business?"

The clerk shouted: "It all depends on the soldiers sacrificing their lives!"

In the array, countless soldiers suddenly raised their heads.

A pair of determined eyes were full of pride.

It is they who are defending this land and their homeland!

"Countless soldiers fought bloody battles and sacrificed their lives for the country."

To the east, a flash of purple appeared, and was immediately blocked by a dark cloud.

"This..." Yue Er took a look and thought, this is a bad sign!

Many people also discovered it.
To be continued...