Chapter 904: Fake Emperor, Real Emperor Xiao Shengshan Yang Jian stood there, watching his two soldiers wiping his armor. This is the first time Yang Jian has taken off his armor in front of others. Even his most capable men have never seen this scene before. So everyone was a little surprised, and no one knew why he acted so strangely today. "Bring me water, I want to take a bath." He stared at the rock-colored armor for a while, then suddenly gave an order. All the men were stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly ran out to prepare hot water. Just before the army, he actually ordered people to prepare water for bathing. The army has already formed its formation on the plain, and is just waiting for his order to attack Liuzhou City. At this time, everyone was waiting for the drum of the attack to sound, and everyone was waiting for him to appear at the front of the team wearing that armor, pointing his finger in the direction of Liuzhou City. But, he actually wants to take a shower! Six sturdy armored soldiers came over carrying a huge wooden basin and placed it in front of Yang Jian. Yang Jian was just in front of Wan Jun and slowly took off his clothes. The sun shone down on him, and his muscles were as angular as the rocks on the cliff. It was an extremely magnificent power, a dazzling male style. Because he had obtained Wan Xingchen's average cultivation level, and had absorbed the blood of so many descendants, Yang Jian at this time was already one of the few people standing at the highest peak of cultivation level in the world. Naked Yang Jian stepped into the huge wooden barrel, and the muscles in his legs moved so shockingly. It seems that he is not taking a bath, but making a very sincere worship. He seemed to hope that the water would wash away the dirt on his body and wash away the past. Most men take baths perfunctorily and very quickly. But his bath this time was very long, and he washed it very carefully. Just when everyone was paying attention, a burst of music suddenly sounded from behind the army. It was the sound of many people playing together, melodious and solemn. Many generals in the army could not help but be stunned for a moment, because they gradually heard what the music was. The soldiers thought the music was solemn and pleasant, but they didn't know its origin. Many court generals were stunned for a moment before they heard it, and they didn't dare to confirm it at first. When the music team came over, they were sure that they had heard correctly. That is the music played by the court musicians when the new emperor ascends the throne. As the sound of music came closer and closer, a group of monks wearing yellow robes and red cassocks came playing various musical instruments. They even carried heavy chimes, and their steps were so steady that it was unbelievable. Even during the march, the chime did not sway at all. As for the monk who is tapping while walking, his hand movements will not be slowed down by half a minute because of walking. At least three hundred such monks walked through the procession and walked to the front. Such a strange team of musicians made everyone stunned. No one knows why people from the Buddhist sect suddenly appear here. Some people subconsciously wanted to scold them, but swallowed them back the moment they were about to leave their mouths. Because they suddenly realized that if Yang Jian hadn't allowed it, how could these monks have appeared? Behind the 300-strong band of musicians were twenty-eight monks in red robes, all of whom looked to be quite old. Their clothes are a little different from the monks in front of them, and the styles of their red monk robes are also different. The red monk's robes worn by these twenty-eight people fit perfectly and were not as loose as the robes of the monks in front of them. On the red monk's robe, there are symbols woven with golden threads on the cuffs and collar. It is very strange that no one except Buddhists can understand it. These twenty-eight monks all held a tray filled with flower petals. They walked in front, and then sprinkled petals, and the road behind them was immediately covered with petals. The air seems to be filled with the fragrance of flowers, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Behind these twenty-eight people is Da Zi Zi in white monk robes. He was the last one to come over, his steps were slow and leisurely, and with every step he took, a lotus blossomed. The white lotus blooms on the path of pink petals, looking as proud as the King of Flowers. This is a very mysterious and magical scene. Everyone who sees this scene has the illusion that they have arrived in the divine world. Da ZiZhi also held a tray in his hand. The tray was covered with a piece of bright yellow brocade. It was unknown what was covered under the brocade, which made it look particularly mysterious. When the music started playing, Yang Jian stood up from the tub. Let the sun shine on him, let everyone's eyes fall on him. Three hundred monks and musicians separated on both sides, playing auspicious and solemn music. Twenty-eight red-robed monksWhen they arrived in front of Yang Jian, they were also divided into two rows, with fourteen people on each side. A path about one meter wide was left between the two rows of people, and all the remaining petals were spread on this path. Yang Jian turned around, lifted his legs and walked out of the tub. At this time, the red-robed monk closest to the wooden basin knelt down and then lay on the ground. Yang Jian stepped on his back and came out, and other red-robed monks fell down one after another. Twenty-eight red-robed monks paved a road with their bodies. Naked Yang Jian stepped on the monk's back and walked forward. At the end of the monk's path, there was the great freedom standing there holding a tray, waiting for him. ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ Yang Jian walked through the road paved by the monks with his own body amidst the sound of music, and then stood in front of the Great Freedom. He was originally very muscular, much taller than Da Zizi. At this moment, standing on the back of the last monk, it seemed that he was only as comfortable as his chest. After Yang Jian stood still, Da Zizi slowly knelt down while holding the tray. Then he opened the bright yellow brocade on the tray, revealing a complete set of brand new clothes. This dress is somewhat unusual, bright yellow and embroidered with gold dragons. Next to it is a pair of boots with the same bright yellow and black soles, and a crown inlaid with a gem the size of an egg. Da Zi Zai knelt on the ground, first found underwear for Yang Jian, then stood up and put it on for Yang Jian. Yang Jian opened his arms, but his expression was exceptionally calm. After putting on all the clothes, Da Zizai knelt down again and put on socks and boots for Yang Jian. This is a dragon robe that fits perfectly. Wearing bright yellow brocade clothes, a majestic and solemn golden dragon is coiled on the dragon robe. In those eyes that are not angry and self-powerful, there is a kind of power that looks down on the world. Yang Jian took the crown from Da ZiZai with both hands and slowly put it on his head. There is silence at this moment! So many pairs of eyes looked at this scene, and everyone held their breath. Perhaps except for the armored army, which no longer had a heartbeat, everyone else's hearts were beating wildly. They couldn't believe what they saw, it was like a dream. Just after Yang Jian put on the dragon robe, someone in the crowd suddenly let out an exclamation. "Howpossible?!" Except in front of his close friends in the armored army, Yang Jian would put on the heavy armor when leading the troops, and would pull down his mask to only reveal his eyes, so no one could see his face. . Just before when he was taking off his armor and taking a shower, many of the court officers and generals who saw his face for the first time felt a little familiar, but no one knew where this familiar feeling came from. When Yang Jian put on the dragon robe and put on the crown, someone finally reacted. "How is it possible!" Someone exclaimed: "How can it be so similar!" "What does it look like?" The general next to him has not yet reacted. "Have you never seen the portrait of Emperor Taizu?" "You have seen ah!" The person who was reminded also exclaimed in fright, and his face changed color instantly: "This how is this possible? ? How can it be exactly the same as Emperor Taizu? I am not dreaming!" Surprised comments began to spread among the generals, but no one dared to speak too loudly. Soon, these comments reached the ears of the soldiers, and then everyone began to squeeze over involuntarily, wanting to see what was going on. Putting on the dragon robe, Yang Jian's temperament suddenly changed. "I!" When he said this word loudly, it was like a thunder exploding in the sky. This word seemed a little unnatural even when he said it himself, but it also seemed that this word could only be reasonable if he said it. As soon as this word was spoken, everyone became quiet and looked at this side with wide eyes. "I'm back!" Yang Jian opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world. "Many of you should have figured out who I am. Many of you have seen my portrait, the cold portrait hanging on the wall. All of you are sure that the founding emperor of the Sui Dynasty has died two hundred years ago. "Yang Jian said loudly, "I'm here to tell you, if it is, then I am the one!" God! Yes, all of you know that I have been dead for two hundred years. In your perception, I should have turned into a withered skeleton! But I tell you, I am still here when the Sui Dynasty needs it! When I come, I will appear in front of you and take you to destroy all enemies who dare to disrespect Sui!" He strode up to the high slope and looked down at the people below.???5. "You may not believe this is true now, and you don't believe that I am the founding emperor of the Sui Dynasty! But, whether you believe it or not, I will always be the founding emperor of the Sui Dynasty! Now that I am back, I will come back to destroy those evil monsters. Sweep them away! The reason why I didn't identify myself before was because I was worried that you wouldn't dare to accept it. But now, the traitor Shengtu has ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor. I just want to identify myself and let the enemies see who is the orthodox emperor in the world! " Seeing everyone's astonishment, Da Zizai raised his hands and then fell to the ground: "Your Majesty, the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty, may you live forever! " Those people from the Buddhist sect also knelt down and paid homage sincerely. All the generals and soldiers of the Iron Armored Army knelt down uniformly and lowered their heads to worship their master. Seeing this scene, the court generals looked at each other in confusion. After a while, no one knew who knelt down first and shouted long live. As the first person knelt, more and more people did so. Yang Jian's eyes swept across the crowd below, and when he saw that there were still a few people standing, his face turned cold: "Why don't you kneel down?" "I" The general who led him hesitated for a while and then suddenly summoned the courage and shouted: " I don¡¯t believe that you will be the Taizu Emperor of the Great Sui Dynasty! This is impossible! It is absolutely impossible!¡± ¡°I am just telling you a fact. Whether you believe it or not, I am the founding emperor of the Great Sui Dynasty. Even if you don't believe it, you still have to kneel down in front of the Sui Emperor!" Yang Jian stretched out his hand and pressed it down fiercely. Those who were still standing suddenly felt irresistible pressure on their shoulders and knelt down involuntarily. "It's a joke that Shengtu calls himself the emperor." Yang Jian pointed to Liuzhou: "I will let him be defeated in front of the emperor of the Sui Dynasty, and let him know that the emperor will never be anyone other than Yang Jian. A fake emperor is lucky enough to be defeated. In the hands of the true emperorthis is his luck." "Drum roll!" Yang Jian shouted: "Attack!"