It's 1130 pm.

The ceremony of the new king of the Daxiang Dynasty ascended the throne was over, and the ministers knelt down. As for the red tape of sacrifices to heaven and ancestors, I had already asked, and I wanted to ask, Qingmou Tuomo saw my thoughts, but just smiled bitterly: "I won't think about those things too much. The Daxiang Dynasty was destroyed, the Taimiao and the altar have been destroyed, and people are almost dead. Even if I think, there are not so many talents, and more manpower will still be used to the ceremony of the mountains and enthronement tonight."

She blinked: "You have experience in this, please help me?"

I thought about it and nodded: "Can you help."

...

At around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the night was in the game, and the night was shrouded in the mountains and the earth. It was built in a hurry. The candlelight swayed beside the side hall. The nine-year-old king of the Daxiang Dynasty sat upright, looking at the beautiful "Shangqing" of Qingmou Tuomo, who did not say a word, seemed to dare to say anything. He nodded and agreed.

On the side, more than a dozen officials from the Daxiang Dynasty's Rites and the Ministry of War stood, all of whom were solemn.

Qingmou Tuomo sat opposite me, spread a scroll on the table in the middle, with various names written on it, and a thick detailed notes of characters beside it. When I opened it, each name on the scroll could be found in this book, all of which were people who died in the Daxiang Dynasty recently.

"Because the country has been destroyed, there is no shortage of heroic spirits at any time."

Qingye Tuomo raised the corner of her mouth and said with a wry smile: "In the battle of the capital, coupled with the battle of Xiling County, our Daxiang Dynasty was almost lost. The 800,000 Daxiang Dynasty was consumed to the point where it was only less than 100,000. The remaining troops of each unit were all together, which was about 300,000. The troops of each unit were of varying quality, but there was only a lack of heroes."

She knew it carefully and said, "In the past six great masters of the Daxiang Dynasty have been killed in battle one after another, and all three marshals have died. In addition, there are countless famous scholars and wise men from all over the world who died of the undead plague. The list is here. I asked you to come here just to ask you to help me consider what kind of person is better to choose from, our Zhongyue Bailing Mountain Lord, who is the best candidate for the title?"

On the side, a minister of the Ministry of Rites trembled slightly and said, "The late emperor... He led his army out of the city to fight for his country and sacrificed his life. He should be the best candidate for Zhongyue Mountain Lord. Moreover, according to the news from the sacrificial platform, the late emperor's heroic spirits remain undispersed and are still on the battlefield. We can summon his heroic spirits at any time and enthrone the Lord Yue Mountain God."

"no."

I shook my head and said, "The emperor cannot enfeoff the mountain god."

"Why?"

The rather elderly Minister of Rites said respectfully: "Your Highness, is there any statement?"

"Of course there is."

I pointed to the little emperor on the right and said, "If the heroic spirit of the former king was really summoned and he was granted the title of Zhongyue Mountain Lord, then how can the new king order Shanjun in the future and issue an edict? Should the world of this country be listened to the new emperor or Zhongyue Mountain Lord? If there is no two tigers in one mountain, how can a country have two kings?"

"I have received teachings!"

He bowed gently and said, "Then... the best candidate for the Bailing Mountain God should be chosen from the six dead grand dukes. All the grand dukes are for the country and the people, and finally all their blood is sprinkled on the battlefield. They deserve the position of this mountain king."

Qingmou Tuomo looked at the list of the six grand dukes and looked up at me: "Which grand duke is there any particularity to choose?"

"some."

I nodded and said, "First of all, the mountain king cannot be afraid of death. Secondly, he must be fair and wise, and be dedicated to the country to be qualified to be this mountain king. Otherwise, a mountain king will have too much selfishness. Once the alien demon army comes, the first thing he needs to preserve is his mountain strength and refuse to take action. What should you do with the Daxiang Dynasty?"

"Well, how do you choose it?" she asked.

I looked at the list and said, "Crossing out all the names of the great masters who had agreed to rely on the alien demon army and joined forces with the alien demon army to fight against the Xuanyuan Empire. They were narrow-minded and had no vision, so they naturally were not qualified to serve as Shanjun."

"Okay~~~"

Qingmou Tuomo picked up a red brush, crossed out all the names of the six grand dukes with a "swish swish swish swish swish", and said with a smile: "Hey, the country has no loyal ministers, wise ministers, no wonder it was destroyed so quickly!"

On the side, a group of officials from the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Rites looked quite embarrassed.

“Select again.”

I looked at the list below and said, "It's time to choose one of the three marshals."

"Um."

Qingmou Tuomo picked up the brush and crossed out the names of the top two deceased marshals in two "swish" and said in two words: "These two almost knelt down to be sons for the Demon Legion, saying that they were marshals, commanding the troops of a country, but in fact, they never took the initiative to command the cavalry of the Daxiang Dynasty declared war on the Demon Legion. In the end, they died only because they were dumplings by the Demon Legion and destroyed. If such a person could be a mountain king, I would rather stab myself and be a mountain king."

The corners of the Minister of Rites' mouth twitched and said, "Shangqing is now the pillar of the country. Don't make such jokes. It will only make me ashamed..."

Qingmou Tuomo looked up at him: "The old man seemed to agree to join the Demon Legion at the beginning. I nodded quickly when I saw you that day."

The Minister of Rites's face turned pale: "I... I was so angry at that time, let alone..."

"No need to explain."

Qingmou Tuomo waved his hand and said with a smile: "I don't plan to settle the score after the autumn, let alone the old man escorted the new emperor to escape from Xiling County, and he made great contributions to the Daxiang Dynasty. The past affairs have passed. We will work together with our colleagues and continue to perform their duties and serve the country in the future. No one will pursue the past affairs again."

"Thank you, Shangqing."

The old man was trembling all over and was almost scared to death by Qingmou Tuomo's words.

I was disappointed and looked at the biography of the third marshal. This was a general who refused to join the Demon Legion. After the late emperor of the Daxiang Dynasty decided to cooperate with the Demon Legion, he had already resigned and returned home. After the Xuanyuan Empire successfully counterattacked Wenqiu Mountain and defeated the main force of the Demon Legion in one fell swoop at Lujiao Pass. After the situation of the North and South Double Mountains formed, the Daxiang Dynasty was destroyed by the Demon Legion. The two marshals died in battle one after another. The king went to invite him personally and finally invited the youngest marshal. Therefore, with the Battle of Crow Forest in the East of Xiling County, almost half of the Demon Legion was destroyed in one battle, which almost allowed the people of the Daxiang Dynasty to see the dawn. However, this battle actually only bought precious time for the retreat of the people of Xiling County. In the end, because the enemy was numerous and we were few, this wise minister, who could be called a generation of famous general, died at the city and died.

"Just him."

I reached out and drew on his name, saying, "I have integrity and ability, such a person is qualified to be the Lord Yueshanjun."

"But……"

On the side, a minister of the Ministry of War frowned and said, "He is so young, and he ranks very low among the more than ten generals of the Ministry of War. If it weren't for the deaths of many people in the battle, it would definitely not be his turn to be the third marshal. He is too upright and repeatedly offended. Besides, in terms of qualifications and abilities, he is not suitable to be a mountain king..."

"Oh, is that?"

I looked up at him and smiled, "How about you stab yourself, what if you do it?"

"I……"

His face turned pale and he stopped talking.

"It's settled."

Qingmou Tuomo gently pressed his palm on the table and said, "Let him be the Lord of Bailing Mountain. The eyes of Xiaoyao King's knowledge of people will not be too bad, otherwise the Xuanyuan Empire will not have the same situation as it is today."

She looked at me and asked, "Please choose the mountain gods of the other peaks?"

"It's easy to do it. The main ruler is the most important. It doesn't matter anything else. Just don't be too bad."

"Well, then follow the order."

She turned a big pen and passed the decision of the mountain god candidate, saying: "There are 179 peaks in total, corresponding to 179 mountain gods. You should do it immediately. You will go to the top of Bailing Mountain to enfeoff the imperial seal, send the spiritual boat, and send Your Majesty to go there first. All the people will go to Bailing Mountain first. The first mountain god temple we built must be Zhongyue Mountain Jun Temple."

"Yes, Shangqing!"

...

A group of officials went to prepare, and there was a 60-minute countdown on the interface. After 60 minutes, the imperial seal ceremony officially began.

On the small road outside the hall, the moonlight is bright.

Qingmou Tuomo and I walked side by side, feeling a little confused, and said, "By the way, there are 179 peaks around Bailing Mountain? As far as I know, there are not so many... Did you also collect enough ancient spirits to move mountains on Wenqiu Mountain?"

"No..."

She was a little depressed: "Although there were many people who leveled up on Wenqiu Mountain, few fragments of the mountain-moving ancient spirit were exposed. Moreover, you, the King of Xiaoyao, who was very good at hand, could actually install spies to plunder the seal clothes and take away all the fragments, so that even one of the mountain-moving ancient spirits could not be summoned in our seal clothes."

As she said that, her eyes lit up and she smiled and said, "Why don't you make another deal? You can use the mountain-moving Guling here to transport mountains from the territory of several small countries in the south to enrich our Zhongyue, and help our Daxiang Dynasty have a great help?"

"trade?"

I smiled and said, "What are your bargaining chips? As far as I know, those more than a dozen spiritual crystal mines are already from our Xuanyuan Empire. You are so poor that you can't afford to wear shorts, right?"

She looked up at me, her pretty face was as beautiful as a painting, her eyes were as bright as water, and she smiled and said, "I really don't have any bargaining chips, so let's do it. Every time you carry a mountain, I'll let you kiss it? After doing this, I will fly directly to China to let you kiss it."

My expression trembled, as if I was struck by lightning: "Don't joke! You must not come over in the late Qing Dynasty!"

She giggled: "It's really not possible?"

I shook my head: "It's really not possible. There are restrictions on the spiritual energy of the ancient spirit moving mountain. It will become weaker every time I use it. I also want to keep some spiritual energy to do more things. It is related to the fate of the country. I can't be favored by you."

"All right."

She stood up and felt a little disappointed: "I don't know how good the opportunity is, and I begin to doubt my personal charm."

"Get out, don't do this, I'll kill you again!"

“~~~~~”

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