"Have the arrangements been made?"
Duan Zhen stood in the square of the Imperial Capital of China, looked at the fluttering five-star red flag, and spoke calmly.
"Master, the head of the family and the wife said it's up to you to play whatever you want, and the country man also agrees."
Duan Shiyi held a stack of documents, all of which were stamped with red seals.
"Let me play whatever I want..."
Duan Zhen shook his head. His parents were really mysterious.
He had promised to come and see him, but he hadn't seen him for six years.
He didn't even make a phone call. Everything was conveyed by Duan Shiyi and other people around him.
What identity has been assigned to me by the Book of All Heavens?
"The Book of the Heavens?"
Duan Zhen recited silently in his heart again, but no matter how much he shouted, there was no response.
There haven't been any hints since he was integrated into the storyline six years ago.
For a moment, he missed that "ding" sound.
"Let's go."
Duan Zhen saluted the national flag and gave a red envelope to the soldiers standing under the national flag.
I think this soldier will be extremely surprised when he comes home and sees the bank account information text message on his mobile phone after finishing a hard day on guard duty.
.......
In the afternoon of that day, Duan Zhen and his party arrived at Fuso Tokyo.
This time, unlike before when he and Duan Shiyi traveled alone, it was a visit and exchange in the name of the Duan family.
The momentum is far different.
The entire airport was cordoned off and flights were suspended for a day just to receive Duan Zhen's official exchange visit.
Almost all the Duan family's forces in Fusang were mobilized, and the airport was filled with people to pick him up.
It was so overwhelming that all traffic was restricted from the airport to Duan Zhen’s residence.
Dozens of bulletproof extended-length Maybachs opened the way, and even the local Fuso traffic police came to maintain order along the way.
As soon as Duan Zhen got off the plane, he saw the crowded group of people.
The scene was simply a sea of people.
"Are these our people?"
He thought the scene would be big, but he didn't expect it to be this big.
"Yes, young master, our branch here in Fuso is still doing very well."
Duan Shiyi walked in front of Duan Zhen to lead the way, exchanged documents with Fuso diplomatic officials as a courtesy, and then led Duan Zhen to get into his family's car.
This car is actually a red flag.
Duan Zhen clicked his tongue as he looked at this car, which represented a special status in China, and remembered the encouragement he had given him when he visited that person before.
"This scene is incredible..."
Even though he is holding the elixir and sitting on his crotch, he is still shocked by the identity assigned to him by the Book of All Heavens.
The sphere of influence is not limited to one country at all, it has extremely huge influence all over the world.
But I feel relieved when I think that it can take me into the world of dragons and snakes.
The vehicle moved smoothly, and it didn't take long to arrive at Fuso's martial arts field.
This is also the first purpose of Duan Zhen's exchange visit.
"Master, we're here."
Duan Shiyi greeted Duan Zhen to get out of the car, and then a large group of people from the dozens of Maybachs behind them also got out.
Behind them, there were hundreds of dark extended vehicles, and a group of people also walked out of them.
The two parties stood in line in an extremely fast time, and then spoke together:
"Master!"
Even though Duan Zhen's senses were far superior to those of ordinary people, he was startled by the sudden loud noise.
He looked back and saw that there were more than a thousand people standing behind him.
The whole long street was crowded with these people.
These people were all dressed in Chinese costumes with national flags on their chests.
After everyone finished saying this, they became silent.
For a moment, the entire long street began to be filled with an indescribable sense of solemnity.
More than a thousand people lined up, silent at the same time, all standing behind one person. What kind of momentum is this?
Even Duan Zhen had a feeling of pointing the country at this moment.
He looked at Duan Shiyi, and Duan Shiyi also looked at him with a smile.
"Let's go!"
Duan Zhen calmed down quickly. He was now in a happy mood, but was only slightly agitated.
As soon as the two of them moved, the more than a thousand people behind them started to move forward in a long line and followed them.
The steps were extremely steady and neat, and the footsteps were almost the same.
Obviously they are all talented people.
They soon reached a huge building.
"Lecture Hall."
Duan Zhen looked at the characters written in Fusang script. The font seemed to be written by a master of calligraphy. The artistic conception was extremely lofty, with a sense of preaching and teaching.
The next moment, he saw some young people wearing Fuso uniforms standing inside the door.
They were separated at both ends, forming two rows of hundreds of meters long, extending straight into the deepest part of the lecture hall.
This ashram is huge and can accommodate tens of thousands of people just from the outside.
"A show of force..."
Duan Shiyi frowned immediately when he saw this scene.
He didn't expect that these people from the Fuso martial arts world would dare to give his young master such a prestige.
There are so many young Fusang people, wearing Taoist uniforms, forming a long queue, and all of them are martial arts practitioners.
The momentum created by them together would make ordinary people feel fearful and trembling just by walking in like this.
But when Duan Shiyi was about to speak, Duan Zhen blocked him:
"It's okay, I'll go in first."
Duan Zhen took one step forward and stepped firmly on the door.
And the moment he stepped into the door, the young Fusang people standing on both sides suddenly started singing together.
The lyrics are distant and graceful, seeming to communicate with the underworld and ghosts and gods.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
There was actually a group of musicians behind them, playing some ancient musical instruments.
This song is extremely sad and has a soul-stirring emotion.
Requiem.
Fusang's song to appease the souls of the dead.
"What a Fusang!"
As soon as Duan Zhen stepped into the door, this extremely distant singing voice echoed in his ears, sung from the mouths of hundreds or even thousands of Fusang young people.
For a moment, he felt that his scalp was starting to tingle, and the singing voice almost made him stand on the spot.
And he saw a tall old man wearing sacrificial attire at the end of the road from a distance.
The old man was holding a box and singing in the loudest and most intense voice.
Duan Zhen saw at a glance that the box was the one he sent to Fuso Shrine after killing seven war criminals!
"The world you created is so beautiful..."
"So dazzling and so sad to me..."
Fusangwen's lyrics kept echoing, and Duan Zhen felt that the sadness and comforting emotions were spreading.
A hundred-meter long street, hundreds of young Fusang people, a requiem to commemorate the souls of the dead and soothe people's hearts.
The atmosphere in the air gradually solidified, slowly forming an extremely strong momentum, blocking Duan Zhen, who wanted to step into the door!
"What a strong spirit, such a strong intention..."
Duan Zhen stopped where he was and suddenly let out a long breath.
His clothes suddenly moved, as if there was an invisible strong wind blowing suddenly.
And at this moment, he took another step.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
The ground made of green granite instantly exploded with layers of dirt and gravel, as if the ground had been run over by countless rollers.
And those gravels seemed to have spirituality, flying freely in the air, and instantly shot towards the group of Fuso young people who were singing around them!
"Bang bang bang!"
The entire field felt like a storm was coming, and the fierce wind continued to spread, knocking down a large number of people immediately!
"ah!"
"what!"
"impossible!"
The group of Fusang young people closest to Duan Zhen were injured by the gravel almost instantly, and they fell to the ground screaming and wailing.
And as Duan Zhen continued to step forward, his body floated into the air step by step, rising one meter above the ground, moving forward as if riding the wind!
The strong wind formed a vortex of air visible to the naked eye, surrounding Duan Zhen's body. Countless gravels stirred up and flew towards the group of young people who were singing.
At this moment, the singing in the entire venue suddenly stopped for a moment.
It seemed that the extremely strong emotion was severely broken by Duan Zhen's sudden gesture of flying forward in the air, stirring up wind and gravel!
"Boom boom boom boom!"
Duan Zhen continued to move forward, and the constantly rotating wind and gravel outside his body formed a momentum that swept away everything.
Those Fusang young people fell to the ground and looked at this scene with pale faces, which was like a sacred journey.
For a moment, I actually forgot to sing again.
One person suppresses them all!
The sad mood in the field was instantly shattered by Duan Zhen!
Duan Zhen slowly fell to the ground and walked again.
Only this time, all the echoing sorrow and joy disappeared.
There was still strong wind surging around him, and his body seemed to be covered with a layer of innate Qi, which was extremely mysterious.
"impossible..."
At the very far end, the old man holding the box was shocked when he saw this scene, as if he had seen an unimaginable power.
But when he saw that Duan Zhen's long-awaited intention was wiped out like this, and when he looked at the head of his ancestor in his hand, he felt angry.
A tragic emotion suddenly spread out.
He suddenly spoke again and actually sang Fuso's national anthem.
The sound became extremely tragic, as if countless ancestors were throwing their lives and blood to fight against the invading enemies from outside.
His voice was also louder than before, and his whole body was full of energy, constantly exerting his energy.
"Boom boom boom!"
This sound spread very far all of a sudden, and it seemed that it also used the sound method, giving people the feeling of a giant drum constantly reverberating in the room.
The young Fusang people who were lying on the ground suddenly turned red when they heard this song.
They stood up suddenly, regardless of their injuries, and once again broke out with a deafening sound.
This emotion ignited again, and it was several times stronger than the requiem just now!
"these people..."
Duan Zhen walked fifty meters and heard the strong singing voice again, and felt the more intuitive emotion in his heart.
There were hundreds of thousands of Fuso young people present, plus the old man, and the tragic sounds that echoed in the venue.
Total release.
He also had to lament the spirit and cohesion of this nation.
"It seems that the power of light cannot suppress you."
Duan Zhen looked stern, he twisted his waist, and energy burst out from the soles of his feet to his chest almost instantly, and then formed a gas that was concentrated to the extreme, and then suddenly exploded:
"The Duan family!"
As soon as his voice came out, it was like a dragon roaring at the moon, and even the singing voices of the hundreds of Fuso young people present were suppressed again.
As soon as he finished speaking, the more than a thousand Duan family members outside the door immediately responded at the same time, their voices shaking the sky:
"exist!"
Duan Zhen heard everyone's answers and roared again. This roar caused a strong wind on the ground:
“Sing me the Chinese national anthem!!!”
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