The place of Zhao Yu and the crown ceremony is in the mound altar of the White Emperor Palace, and the royal sacrifice ceremony is also here.

The mound altar is composed of the mound, the Tai Temple, the side hall and the beast slaughtering pavilion, etc., is a huge building complex, corresponding to the anode of the nine, and is built in the most intense place of the sun in the entire Shenjing City, and the interesting thing is that it is not on the central axis of the White Emperor Palace, but the position on the left side of the center.

The mound is the place where the ceremony is held, this is a three-layer huge open-air round platform, the artemisia leaf bluestone is the altar surface, the white marble is the railing, the railing is carved, the two outer square and inner circle of the wall symbolize the heaven and the round place, the number of layers of the entire mound, the diameter of the table, the stone blocks, the railings around are related to the number of days, and there are mysteries everywhere, but these Zhao Yu don't understand much, he doesn't need to understand, his only intuitive feeling is that it is magnificent and huge, majestic and solemn.

He was resting and waiting in the side hall in the northern part of the mound. The cumbersome crown dress on his body made him a little unaccustomed, although he looked majestic and handsome, but the cuffs were too wide, not to mention, the jade hook and jade pendant on his waist collided with each other when he walked, and there would be a pleasant and crisp jingle sound.

The old queen mother and the regent Empress Wu with a group of important ministers have their own set of cumbersome and complicated processes in the Taishen Temple, so at this time, Zhao Yu, who has not yet reached the crown, is happy, his status is noble, and the idle people dare not approach at all, so the side hall seems to be a little empty, but fortunately, there is a rouge girl by his side.

Zhao Yu turned his head, just staring at Rouge with green eyes like tea leaves, both of them looked at each other and smiled, Rouge Girl was more afraid of heat than ordinary people, and a little beads of sweat had appeared on her forehead at this time. Zhao Yu took out a bottle of purification potion, opened it and handed it to Rouge, who took it deliciously.

The two walls of the mound, the outside and the inside, the ordinary people of Shenjing City can watch the ceremony within the square wall, so at this time it is already a sea of people, looking from afar, a huge ocean composed of people, there is no end in sight, almost half of the southwest of the White Emperor Palace is filled, and it is still pouring in.

The latecomers obviously beat their chests and feet, although the three-layer white jade platform leans against the sky and the earth, but because the distance is too far, there are only some black spots that come into view, and the most frustrated of them are those young women in Shenjing City, they all rushed to see the style of the emperor's grandson who was famous all over the world during this time, but because of the dressing up and delayed the time, so that now they can only be so far away from the people in their minds. Every time I think of this, I feel sad and pinch my thigh, hating myself for not getting up in the middle of the night, dressing up, so as to go out early and occupy a good position.

In the second round wall of the Yuanqiu altar, the festival case is set up by the Ministry of Rites, and the various sects of Great Xia, as well as the envoys of the Fanbang, officials at all levels, etc., are seated in an orderly manner according to their status, and the front row is close to the double number of the great masters of the Origin and Destruction Realm of each sect, and there is also a land god fairy realm saint!

The Snow Lady Saint was still dressed in white, above her face, the light was shrouded, blurred, and the whole person sat upright in the front, with a plump back, but no one dared to look directly, and there was an empty desk beside her, which belonged to the bow of Great Xia, Xu Sheng, the Duke of Wei.

Behind the sage is the great cultivator of the ten major forces of Great Xia, the Dao Palace, as the head of the ten major forces, came to watch the ceremony, the palace master Wen Xiuqi with a ruddy face and white temples, and Chu Zhengyang, the master of the Zongheng Courtyard with a purple robe and an elegant face, it is worth mentioning that next to the master of the Zongheng Academy, there is also a young girl sitting with a trace of sorrow on her pretty face, secretly put her hand into her pocket, and tightly grasped an object, which was a small sachet.

"Old man Wen, I haven't seen you for many years, you are still the same old and not old, young and not young, looking at people really twisted, according to me, you should stop drinking the peach blossom wine of your Dao Palace, it is all things that women drink, come to our Sun Moon Sect and entertain you with the strongest Xuantian wine in the world. ”

It was an old man who spoke, with a big wine gourd pinned to his waist, his white whiskers dragged directly to his chest, and the whole person exuded strong heat, and even his voice was like the sun released by the scorching sun.

Wen Xiuqi, the palace master of the Dao Palace, didn't care, and joked with a smile: "Everyone knows that your old man Lu is an unscrupulous drunkard, I just drink a glass of peach blossom wine on weekdays, and you, the four seasons in the world, you are drunk for three seasons, and one season is drinking, do you say you live in a drunken dream, or live in the world?"

The Sect Master of the Sun and Moon Sect, Lu Yao of the Great Sun Martial Sect touched the messy white beard on his chest and looked at the desk seat on the side. With a disdainful face, he said: "Big dreams, I am a red dust when I get drunk, and I experience thousands of lives, isn't it happy, it's better than some people, self-righteous, making decisions without authorization, and losing an arm." ”

Yuan Jiang, the sect leader of the Haicuo Sect with a national face, a burly figure, and no anger and self-authority, snorted coldly, turned his head lightly, and his momentum leaked slightly, but he withdrew his body in a blink of an eye, but the chill in his eyes was even worse, and his left arm at this time was empty.

There was also an old lady sitting on the desk near the side, with a kind face, silver hair coiled up, and a red flower inserted on it, the whole person was full of life.

"Your Highness's crown ceremony is about to begin. It's better to say a few words. ”

The master of the Confucian sect, who was dressed in a black Confucian robe on the side, also nodded and said:

"Sister Linglong is right, I think this hour is almost now, and the bells and drums will rise. ”

As soon as the words fell, a bell sounded throughout the mound, followed by the sound of drums, followed by the sonatas of various musical instruments, which together formed a solemn and solemn movement!

The three-storey tall and wide open-air round platform of the mound, and the lower two floors stand together with the crown of the Shenjing youth, among which some of the young talents have also participated in the competition with Zhao Yu in the small world of the floating island, and in front of them are the descendants of the elders who brought crowns for them.

In the center of the third layer of the round platform, there is a round stone slab, known as the Tianxin Stone, which symbolizes that it can go straight to the nine-fold sky, pointing to the depths of the avenue.

The old man is dressed solemnly. Wearing a crown and hat, the white dress was meticulous, and the old face was still as warm as jade, and he said softly:

"On the ninth day of the ninth month of September, the grandson and the crown, the avenue witness, the capital of Grén, Fang Yuan Yiyi, Zhongzheng Yiguan, please come to power!"

A gentle sentence came out of the Tianxin Stone, and then was amplified by the echo of the three-layer round platform, and came out layer by layer, and finally the entire heaven and earth reverberate, and the echo did not disperse for a long time.

The words were loud, the ceremonies stopped, and the millions of people in the White Emperor's Palace were silent, all quietly holding their breath and waiting.

After a few breaths, the door of the side hall opened, Zhao Yu stepped out of it, and stepped on the white jade road leading to the mound, his expression was flat, and between the steps, the black crown was fluttering, his posture was high, and the sound of the jade pendant jingling was accompanied.

Every time he took a step forward, all the people of Shenjing along the road bowed down one after another, just like the collapse of heaven and earth and mountains, rolling forward.

Every time the jingle of the jade pendant on the waist came out, there would be a shout of a mountain and a tsunami:

"I wish Your Highness that after today, you will expand your territory, live a long life, and live forever. ”。