In the early morning of this day, the early morning wind of late autumn blew through Rongcheng. A burst of coolness from the eastern plains made people on the streets of Rongcheng tighten their collars.
But it can't win over the warm hearts.
Because as early as yesterday evening, people in various places had received messages one after another, asking them to spare time in the morning the next day to prepare for an important ceremony at the Governor's Mansion.
Generally speaking, Han Guming rarely did such high-profile things. He only handed over many major strategic decisions in his small room to a few subordinates who needed direct information. He doesn't like meetings, and he doesn't like public speaking. Although he is a governor who divides borders and divides the territory, he knows how to keep a low profile and restrain himself better than most local officials directly under the Golden Deer Hall.
Therefore, for the people of Rongcheng, it is a rare event for many years to witness such a high-profile performance by the Governor. Furthermore, it is a rare opportunity to take half a day off to watch a show, so why not do it?
Therefore, breakfast shops all over Rongcheng have been busy since early in the morning. With the people walking along the street, delicacies from five states and hundreds of countries flow like small streams to every corner of Rongcheng, nourishing more than 2,000 people in the city. Thousands of people support the old capital to continuously burst out with noisy sounds that symbolize the prosperity of civilization, and then contribute more colors to the tea table of the people who are watching when the ceremony begins.
By ten o'clock in the morning, all the noise fell into silence.
Whether consciously or unconsciously, when the Governor's Palace in the sky bloomed with glory and competed with the brilliance of the autumn sun, everyone fell silent.
At the same time, in the Shifu courtyard, several tenants gathered together for a rare occasion. A large tea table was set up under the shade of the butler tree, and Wang Luo served fragrant instant tea to each tenant.
Objectively speaking, this move was quite flattering to the tenants. At this time, Wang Luo was no longer the unknown person he had been when he first came down from the mountain. The name of the master of Lingshan Mountain was heard by people far away from Zhu Wang, not to mention that in Shi Street is a place of prosperity... But on the other hand, half of Wang Luo's local fame comes from his approachability.
No matter how dazzling his halo is, he is always the tenant of Shi Mansion who smiles at everyone and goes to work on Xiangshan Road late at night.
"Okay, the ceremony is about to begin." Following Wang Luo's reminder, people around the tea table also put aside their worries and turned their attention to the sky.
Through the courtyard wall of Shi Mansion and the shade of the trees overhead, people can clearly see a translucent shadow standing in the sky. And similar phantoms are evenly distributed in every corner of Rongcheng... Any Rongcheng person, no matter where he is, can see their beloved Governor Han Guming as long as he is willing to raise his head.
Today, Han Guming lived up to expectations. He once again put on ancient costumes, and his demeanor was more dignified and solemn than when he greeted Mo Yu. As a result, his slightly stooped and thin body also showed a majestic temperament.
For a time, even the local people in Shijie, who had never had anything good to say about the powerful people in Shangcheng District, couldn't help but feel surrender and admiration.
Then, a purple figure slowly appeared. She was tall and dignified. There was a faint and breathtaking feeling of oppression in her hands and feet. She faced Han Guming head-on, and she did not lose at all.
That was Mo Yu, the manager of the Internal Affairs Office of Jinlu Hall.
However, even the chief internal officer was just a mere foil in today's ceremony. She and Han Guming only looked at each other, then walked quietly to his side and lowered their heads slightly.
Finally, the third person appears.
It was a golden shadow. Obviously, the man's true form was not present, but was just a projection from a distance. However, even if it was just a shadow, it was enough to make Mo Yu and Han Guming show their surrender without hesitation.
Among the hundred countries of the Immortal Alliance today, only one person can have such status and prestige.
Best wishes to the Lord of the country, Lu Youyou.
The appearance of Lu Youyou immediately caused a panic. People thought that the protagonist of today's ceremony would be Han Guming, but they didn't expect that the standards were so high that they alarmed the king himself!
What is it that deserves Lu Youyou's intervention? If it were just to commend and confer honors, it would be enough for Mo Yu to temporarily act as the king himself.
Could it be that……
Just when people were confused and confused, the golden shadow slowly spoke.
Under the shining golden light, Lu Youyou's face looked blurry, but her voice was clearly audible.
Delicate as a girl before the cardamom arrives, as distant as an elder who has experienced thousands of years of vicissitudes.
"On this day, one thousand two hundred years ago, civilization began in Rong City..."
Taking the history of this city as an entry point, Lu Youyou kicked off today's ceremony.
"What is civilization? For today's people, having enough food and clothing, living and working in peace and contentment can be called civilization; constantly striving for self-improvement and advancing with the times can be called civilization. But one thousand and two hundred years ago, civilization was a fire in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and it was the overturning of mountains and rivers. An inch of paradise in the world is a dying person’s extravagant hope for the future.”
The voice of the king seemed to slowly open a picture scroll in the hearts of the listeners, and in just a few sentences, the picture scroll came to a chapter of broken mountains and rivers, a scene like an evil earth, which made people feel suffocated.
"Civilization is a struggle against desolation, one ebbs and flows, the other ebbs and flows, life and death. Our civilization today is a testament to mankind's unremitting struggle and continuous victory over the past 1,200 years. But the war has not ended, and the threat has never disappeared. Outside the borders of civilization, the demons of desolation are always eyeing us; the erosion of desolate poison is also shaking the great barrier of desolation in all directions at all times."
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"In the third hundred years of the Immortal Calendar, the Changsheng Lord's Rebellion broke out in Zhou Guo, almost shattering the Ning Yuan Tu; in the Six Hundred Years of the Immortal Calendar, Mo Lin's Dragon Head natural disaster struck, and more than half of the sacred mountain was corroded, and the contemporary Yulong Lord unfortunately fell. ; In the 1,110th year of the Immortal Calendar, the tide of desolation in the center of the moon rolled back, and Dinghuang City was on the verge of overturning several times. Only after many hardships did hundreds of Immortal Alliance countries finally pacify it... If the desolation cannot be eradicated, such disasters will only happen again and again. happens, and as long as we are negligent or fail even once, the accumulation of 1,200 years will be in vain.”
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"We will lose our land, home, relatives and friends, we will lose our lives, honor, and everything we cherish, and we will also lose our civilization."
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"Therefore, we will continue to advance, continue to win, continue to expand the territory of civilization outwards, and purify and erase the desolate territory. Until the last trace of desolation disappears from our sight forever, we can truly usher in civilization."
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"And this is also our agreement with Heaven. For one thousand two hundred years, the Underworld Avenue above the sky has been fulfilling its agreement and bestowing the power of Heaven on all living beings of the Immortal Alliance. Now, it is time for us to fulfill our agreement. . To determine the wasteland from all directions, we will use Rongcheng as the anchor point to determine the wasteland, go westward, and penetrate like a pointed cone into the Tianzhizuo wasteland that no one has set foot on before, until we reach the bank of Fenghu Lake in Mozhou."
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"This will be an unprecedented pioneering journey, and we will face unprecedented difficulties. But at the same time, we will also have unprecedented powerful support. Behind us is the vast land from Lingshan in the east to Minghai in the west. There are hundreds of people in the five states. The hundreds of millions of beings in this country unite as one, and this is an epic story filled with victory again and again over the past 1,200 years!”
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"Here, I, Lu Youyou, in the name of wishing the Lord of the Kingdom, announce that the development of Rong City has been officially launched!"
(End of chapter)
