In the thirteenth year of Jian'an of the Han Dynasty, the era of the Yellow Emperor was 2905, and it was the eighth day of the eighth month of August.

Luoyang.

At this time, Luoyang was several times more prosperous than before Dong Zhuo raised the fire. And today, compared with the past, it is more prosperous. Respected scholars, old people, feudal officials, military generals, ordinary people, and businessmen from all over the Shenzhou gathered here from all directions.

At the beginning of the morning sun, on an auspicious day, countless people either crowded the streets, or climbed the high-rise buildings along the street, and their eyes were looking in the direction of a huge square in the city.

This square, just outside the Royal Palace.

Outside the Imperial Palace in the Han Dynasty, there was no square. When Cao Mengde renovated Luoyang, in order to facilitate the lifting of the Fu Gong car and boat, this square was built in advance, and now it is used as the venue for the founding ceremony of the Ascending Pole.

At this time, the square paved with huge bluestone and cast in cement was already crowded with people.

Except for the ninety-nine steps in length, ninety-nine steps in width and a thoroughfare leading to the palace, hundreds of acres of square were occupied by people who came to watch the ceremony.

Shoulder to shoulder, crowded, like mountains and seas.

Dressed in glittering armor and armed with sharp swords and axes, the mighty Yu Lin Lang stretched out from the imperial city like an impregnable wall, standing on both sides of the avenue, and finally encircling an area with a radius of ninety-nine steps.

In this open space, a sacrificial platform with a height of nine feet and nine feet and a radius of nine feet and nine inches in square stood tall.

Twenty-seven stairs lead from the bottom of the altar to the top of the altar.

The top of the altar is only three steps in size, there is a jade case, and there is a square couch woven with white tiger stripes under the jade case.

On the walls of the imperial city, the civil and military generals, Confucian scholars, and old men of virtue were all dressed in costumes and ruddy faces, waiting for the arrival of the auspicious time.

In the square, the front row is full of famous families from all over the world, or big merchants, or small officials who have contributed to the people, or heroes who have distinguished themselves in the war.

After that, it is the people from all over the world, the spectators.

If the square is compared to the scorching sun, the countless crowds that stretch outward are like the light of the scorching sun, along the four avenues leading to the square, all the way to the outside of Luoyang City!

At this time, millions of people gathered in this imperial capital!

Although it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the morning should be cool, but people's hearts are hot.

This is an unprecedented time, a time of great change. It's a new era.

On the gate tower of the imperial city, a bronze white tiger striped bell with a radius of one zhang hangs, Xiahoudun is wearing mighty armor, and Xun Yu with Eguanbo, as a representative of the civil and military affairs of the new Chinese Dynasty, holds the bell hammer tightly with four hands, waiting quietly.

On the tower of this city gate, there are stripes all over the place, and in the four corners, four core power modules for the talisman chariot and ship are placed.

Similarly, the same pattern is engraved on the altar that stands on the plaza.

These patterns are different from the patterns in the eighteen-volume general outline that Zhao Yu gave to Cao Mengde, but their function is to amplify the effect of sound.

It's like a horn in modern time and space, a sound amplifier.

These patterns were carved by Zhao Yu himself.

In the study of Dao patterns, the Dao pattern masters under Cao Mengde have not yet reached the level of drawing inferences from one another. Even the Dao patterns in the eighteen volumes of the dossier, they haven't completely understood it, but they can use it, but they can't diverge it yet.

Therefore, only Zhao Yu did it himself.

If it weren't for the trouble, Zhao Yu even had the idea of refining some projection magic weapons.

Just like the big screen of film and television in modern time and space, if such a magic weapon is refined and scattered in Luoyang City, and even all over Shenzhou, everyone in this land can see the grand occasion of the founding of China.

But it's too much trouble.

Even if Zhao Yu is powerful, he can't do it in two months.

The principle of the projection magic instrument is difficult for Zhao Yu. But what needs to be refined is not one or two. Just thinking about it dispelled such thoughts.

Seeing the sun rise, the shadow of the sundial standing on the imperial city indicates the arrival of auspicious time.

Dian Wei hurriedly walked up to the city gate tower and nodded to Xiahoudun and Xun Yu who were holding the bell hammer: "The auspicious time has come." ”

Xiahoudun and Xun Yu glanced at each other, and their two hands suddenly raised a huge bell hammer weighing dozens of catties!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

... Nine bells rang, Hong Zhong Da Lu, the sound through the pattern engraved on the city gate tower, like a tsunami, shook in all directions. The entire Luoyang City, in the sound of these nine bells, seemed to be shaking.

In the air, if there is substance!

The sound of this bell is very strange, it is huge, but it does not break the ear. It's not big, but in an instant, it spread all over the huge Luoyang City with a radius of nearly 100 miles, and quickly spread out in all directions, and a quarter of an hour later, the people of the entire Henan Yin heard it!

"Gong Cao is the emperor!"

"China has been founded!"

Countless people froze for a moment, then cheered. The peasants laid down their scythes, the soldiers raised their swords, the children frolicked, and even the woman and the child, old and weak, went out of the house. A pair of eyes, looking at the direction from which the distant bell came, I don't know how to shake in my heart at this moment.

The Imperial City of Luoyang.

Cao Mengde wore a black and gold-rimmed white tiger striped robe, wore a golden jade crown, straddled the shoulders of a huge white tiger, and slowly walked out of the imperial city.

He was full of spirits, and against the backdrop of the black and white tiger robe and the vicious white tiger under the seat, he was like a co-master from Yuangu!

Countless people watched Cao Mengde come from the imperial city, and the white tiger under the seat supported him step by step to the sacrificial platform in the center of the square!

To his left and right, there are the most powerful guards in the martial arts, and there are girls holding three sacrifices.

Zheng Xuan, a great Confucian in the world, also followed the same Tao as the presiding officer of the ceremony.

In the square, the noise became less and less, and it became silent.

Cao Mengde finally came to the altar of the sacrifice, he turned over from the white tiger's shoulder, looked around, and walked in the dragon. Zheng Xuansheng stepped forward and bowed slightly: "Please Cao Gong on stage!"

Zheng Xuansheng's vicissitudes of life are not big, but through the Dao patterns on the sacrificial rooftop, it has spread throughout the entire Luoyang City.

After three or five breaths, the mountain shouted a tsunami layer upon layer: "Please Cao Gong on stage!"

The huge city of Luoyang, up to the general of Wenchen, down to the pawns of the peddlers, like cutting wheat, bowed down.

Cao Mengde bowed his head, looked up at the sky, and took a deep breath. I saw him flick his sleeves and walk up the steps.

Behind him, the three sacrifices slowly followed.

Every step he takes, he is unswerving, and with every step, his expression is sacred. When you have to climb the roof of the Jiuzhang Festival, under the reflection of the sun, the whole body exudes a shining golden light, like a god as sacred!

The eyes of countless people are becoming more and more pious, more and more fanatical and admiring.

Cao Mengde ascended to the altar of the sacrifice, personally put the three animal sacrifices on the jade case, and lit the incense burner on the jade case, curling smoke, and rose into the air.

The girl who accompanied the sacrifice then walked quickly down the altar, leaving Cao Mengde alone.

Cao Mengde cleaned his hands in the jade basin on the side, closed his eyes slightly, waited for a moment, his heart precipitated, his face was solemn, and then he said loudly: "Today, there is Cao's Mengde, luckily, with the help of immortals, sweeping the universe and dominating the world...... After the summer, the descendants of Yan and Huang, the emperor and the queen of heaven, are all learned. ”

He slowly knelt down on the white tiger couch and bowed deeply: "Worship the emperor and the queen of heaven, and nurture me all summer Yanhuang!"

After this bow, he got up and knelt down again: "Second worship to the ancestor of the ancestors, overcome thorns and thorns, and give birth to my blood descendants!"

After the second bow, he got up again and bowed down again: "Three bows to all the surnames in the world, and create a prosperous world in China!"

He couldn't afford to bow down, and his five bodies threw himself to the ground, and his voice was like a flood bell: "May the destiny of heaven belong to my summers, and may China last forever!"