Chapter 206 Nanshan City's momentum is like a rainbow
The ceremony is still going on.
Li Jinbao was wearing a civil official's green uniform and facing the middle of the hall.
"Please! Zhui Yang and other bachelors come to the palace!"
Walking in from outside the hall were more than 30 disciples from Dongyang College, including Zhui Yang, Mei Yan, Gou Lian, Pan Wang, Du Hai, and Chen Nan.
"The Hou Dynasty set up a special academy for guests who had been studying for a long time to study Taoism and practice law, and to write laws and regulations. Zhui Yang was the master of the palace, Mei Yan, Gou Lian, Pan Wang, Du Hai, Chen Nan were academicians, and the rest were bachelors.
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Dear guest, this was opened by Nanshan City in order to retain Zhui Yang and other people who are indifferent to fame and fortune.
Anyone who is a guest voluntarily contributes to the imperial court and enjoys offerings, but is not bound by the imperial court and can decide whether to stay or leave on their own.
All the guests present knew that this group of people were students from Dongyang College, and they all looked at the tallest one sitting in front of them, Sarusori.
Dongyang Academy has always been aloof from the secular world, and its disciples are all extremely talented people.
In normal times, all dynasties are respectful and always strive to win over those disciples from the academy to work for them.
Students from Dongyang College are working for the dynasty, which is an extremely dangerous sign.
Sarumori felt the strange look from everyone and responded with a fierce look.
At this time, I listened to Ma Mou again.
"Please! Kuangsheng, Ximen Wuwu, Du Kang, Liu Lin, Ran Ye, Liu Lan, Meng Sanniang, and Yue Wu come to the palace!"
When they heard the name mentioned by Ma Mou, the guests kept arguing, and their surprise and anger appeared on their faces.
Eight casual cultivators from the Sanxiu Valley came to the main hall at the invitation of Nanshan City.
Seeing a few people, seven or eight monks from the two major factions in the hall stood up, pointed at a man and a woman from No. 8 Middle School, cursed angrily, and were about to step forward to take action.
"snort!"
"snort!"
Two cold sounds sounded, and then everyone in the two forces had bitter looks on their faces, stood still in fear, and became speechless.
Some of the visitors murmured.
"The crazy man is mad..."
"Great Swordsman Ximen Wuwu..."
Under the intimidation of two famous casual cultivators, Kuangsheng and Ximen Wuwu, no one dared to interfere.
"The Hou Dynasty set up a special worship hall for the leisure people who came to the court to cultivate themselves. In the madness, Ximen Wuwu was the master of the hall, and the worshipers were under it."
The eight casual cultivators, now considered to have official status, bowed to the aloof Wang Dalu.
Ma Mou and Li Zhaocai turned around and saluted Wang Dalu, then retreated to the palace and stood respectfully.
Wang Dalu nodded, looked at Master Li who was sitting next to him, and then looked at his father Wang Gang, Old Turtle and others.
After he had looked at all the ministers under his control, he stood up and said with a smile to the spectators sitting on both sides.
"I would like to thank you all for coming to Nanshan City to watch the ceremony. I am very grateful!"
Although everyone disagreed with Wang Dalu's words, they still stood up politely and congratulated Wang Dalu.
Among the visitors, those who hated Wang Dalu openly were Hong Ang and Li Ziguang.
They all had some friction with Wang Dalu in Wolong City, Wang Dalu's hometown, and humiliated Wang Dalu in person.
They also found out clearly about Wang Dalu's rise in recent years. He was a man who was determined to retaliate, bold, careful, and ruthless.
I will definitely meet Wang Dalu on the battlefield one day.
Hong Ang was okay, although Wang Dalu's power was now so powerful that it far surpassed his own dynasty.
However, his father, Grand Duke Hongxing, was the most prestigious student in Dongyang College for thousands of years. It was only a matter of time before he broke through the third level of the Mayfly Heaven and advanced to the fourth level of the Mayfly Heaven.
At that time, my father, Hong Xing, dominated the entire Eastern Wasteland with the fourth-level cultivation of Mayfly. He promoted the Duke to a dynasty, and if he raised his arms, all the cultivators would surely surrender.
In front of the imperial court, all forces will fall apart and Xiao Xiao will be killed, and what he has to do now is to wait patiently.
But Li Ziguang was different. What he saw today had already exceeded his imagination. The strength of Nanshan City was far stronger than what he had heard and imagined.
So strong that he also secretly doubted whether he could stop the rise of the Nanshan people behind Wang Dalu with the help of Hongxing Duke and Fengze Duke.
Wang Dalu seemed to be looking at Hong Ang and Li Ziguang intentionally.
The six gazes were mixed with some long-cherished wishes from the past.
Finally, Wang Dalu said to Hong Ang in front of everyone in the grand hall.
"Master Hong Ang, I wonder how your father, Grand Duke Hong Xing, is doing lately?"
Wang Dalu's unprovoked question caused the air in the hall to become stagnant.
Hong Ang was also startled, his stern and chiseled face had a hint of coldness, but in the blink of an eye the coldness faded away, and he was replaced by a light smile and said calmly.
"My dear prince, I'm thinking about you. My father is well. I believe that he will be able to see him in person soon. But by then, it's unclear whether he can still be as calm as he is today."
The king and his ministers were all angry.
Wang Dalu waved his hand to signal to the ministers to be calm and responded to Hong Ang's words.
"Oh? Mr. Hong seems to understand me very well, just like he did in Wolong City in the past."
Hong Ang snorted coldly and was noncommittal.
Wang Dalu looked at Li Ziguang again.
"I'm really happy that Li Hou can come today. Our two families have been living in peace and harmony for nearly ten years, and it's all thanks to Li Hou's strategizing."
Wang Dalu's words were both overt and covert praise, which made Li Ziguang furious. However, after being a Marquis for so many years, Li Ziguang had already become acquainted with emotions and emotions.
Seeing that it was getting late, Li Zhaocai reminded Wang Dalu that the time had come and it was time to go out of the city to review the soldiers.
Li Zhaocai, Li Meng, Jin Lie, Xiang Guang and other leaders withdrew from the main hall early and rushed outside the city to gather the soldiers and wait for Wang Dalu's review.
"Please invite the princes, concubines, ministers and distinguished guests to go outside the city to view the soldiers."
Then, led by the hundreds of monks standing outside the temple, they led the procession of rituals and music forward.
Wang Dalu led his ministers to take care of the guests.
A team of several thousand people rushed toward the outside of the city with high spirits.
Wang Dalu refused to ride in a sedan chair and walked with the ministers on foot.
When Wang Dalu's team appeared, the people and soldiers in the outer city all knelt on the ground and called the prince.
Wang Dalu was very moved when he saw the people under his rule acting like this.
At this moment, he clearly felt that the fortune in the Imperial Seal in his Purple Mansion had changed greatly, but he was not in a hurry to watch it at this time, leaving it for later investigation.
The people of Nancheng called them princes in different streets and corners, and the momentum was so great that all the visitors were moved.
In this huge outer city covering an area of more than 150 miles, there are probably no less than a million people in the dynasty.
Everyone climbed up and looked at the three hundred thousand soldiers creating a torrent of black armor.
The dragon flag covered the sky and the sun, and the originally clear and flawless sky seemed to be dyed by their momentum, turning it into gray and the same color as the sky and the earth.
Fortunately, as a member of the imperial court, the monks from those sects and aristocratic families were shocked when they saw this scene. Even the great monk Mayfly felt helpless when he saw this, and felt like he was a drop in the ocean.
Today's Nanshan City shows its power to the Eastern Wasteland.