Immortal Voices

Countless valuable treasures have created a unique throne, as if the person sitting on the seat naturally has monstrous wealth and power.

And this one is King!

There is no king of the earth under the whole world, and the king of the earth is the king of the king!

All beings live and die between being in control, with the word Tianxian in their mouth, and the law is what they say.

Reaching out to touch the dragon chair, the cold touch made Rong Xian a spirit, returning to God.

She closed her eyes and extinguished the flames in her eyes.

Rong Xian laughed absurdly, never thinking that after she arrived in Zhongqianjie, rich and glorious and glamorous, power and chaos, she almost lost herself.

Guangxi sleeved a perfect arc in the air, and Rong Xian turned around and sat up gently.

She looked down at the civil and military officials, and she seemed to be able to see the whole world through the Qiyun Golden Dragon through the Qiyunyunhai.

"Long live my emperor, live a long life." The civil and military ministers stood on both sides, bowing and worshiping, humbly and respectfully.

Rong Xian pursed her lips, and this feeling of control was really addictive.

For the first time in the dynasty, Rong Xian did not deal with national affairs, but listened to courtiers about the funeral of the emperor and the events that would occur during the ceremony.

The unintentional cliffs that Rong Xian once ran were clearly two completely different groups from the country. She didn't know much and didn't arbitrarily comment on the country's business affairs.

"Your Majesty, please," said another.

Every time he heard this sentence, Rong Xian turned his attention to the two orphan ministers appointed by Xiandi, with a sincere and sincere tone: "What do Ye Xiang and Taiwei think?"

Ye Xixiang and Bai Taiwei heard his humble question again, and they were very satisfied.

Not to be satisfied with your authority, but to be satisfied that your Majesty will not pretend to understand and blindly direct.

It took three hours for the Korean assembly to disperse.

Although they are not optimistic about the new emperor's ability to govern the country, the new emperor is capable of listening to good faith, adopting eloquence, being able to distinguish right from wrong, and knowing others' responsibilities.

For a time, the courtier's mind was settled.

This meeting is also a mutual test between the new emperor and courtiers, which also determines how they will get along in the future.

After the courtiers dispersed, Rong Xian also stepped out of the Palace of Government.

"Your Majesty." A gentle voice came inadvertently with a slight amount of oppression.

Rong Xian looked sideways, and saw the men in their fifties and fifties came over with a group of eunuchs and palace ladies.

Rong Xian asked in confusion: "are you?"

She squinted slightly and sensed the air movement in the human body, surprised: "Mr. Inner Court ?!"

This is the first emperor's credibility, and there is still an official body on his body.

Hua Ye respectfully said, "Chen Huaye, see Your Majesty."

The maid and **** behind him all kneeled down and said, "Slave, see Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Long Live, Long Live."

"No courtesy," Rong Xian said.

Hua Yan straightened up, calmly said, "Xie Xie."

The others stood up silently behind them, without a sound.

Rong Xian glanced at them and said to Huaying: "Let's go back to the palace."

"Noah." Hua Ye led the new emperor toward the palace.

When he came outside the palace, Rong Xian looked up at the plaque on the gate of the palace. On it were the three words exuding extremely cold and sharp sword spirit: Junlin Palace.

The sword is the prince in the vessel, and the person who lived here before is the prince among the people.

Rong Xian looked down and pondered for a moment, and asked the general manager around him, "Can you change the name of this palace?"

Hua Yan immediately responded: "Let's go, OK."

After getting a positive answer, Rong Xian was not polite.

Her eyes looked deep into the plaque above her head, and an invisible halo shrouded the plaque.

The three large characters of 'Junlin Palace' seem to be directly erased by a large hand, and replaced by the same three characters-Xiwei Palace.

The intangible and mysterious atmosphere is centered on the plaque and spreads in all directions.

It was an invisible, invisible force.

Perceptual and mysterious, quiet but not obvious, but unsure.

"I don't hear you, the name is Greek; you can't fight, the name is Wei. Your Majesty's name is good." An old, thick voice came.

Rong Xian looked back, only to see behind him an old man with white hair.

The old man's whole body breath is very peaceful, and his face has a kind and kind smile, but Rong Xian can't ignore the eerie power in the old man's body.

It was powerful that could endanger her life.

Rong Xian looked in the direction in which Hua Yan stopped, but he did not know when the man left.

This Da Rong Palace is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and once used to call the wind and rain in the Nether, its strength is nothing here.

Despite Yi Rongxian's mind, they all lost instantly.

Then she adjusted it, because she believed that she would also be like this one day and become a veritable emperor.

"You are?" Rong Xian asked in confusion.

The old man in front of him could enter and leave the palace at will, without any warning.

The old man didn't answer Rong Xian's words, but looked at the plaque with mysterious mysterious handwriting, and answered the question without asking: "The way of performing the ancients is to keep the present. The beginning of the ancients is the Taoism. Whether it is Kendo or the path of the Holy Emperor, whether humane or immortal, are complementary. "

He looked back at Rong Xian. His eyes were a kind of elder's love and ruling teaching: "But as the emperor, take charge of the Heavenly Sword, give birth to kill, and make plans. The so-called thunderstorm dew is a grace, can you understand?"

Rong Xian was silent for a moment, respectfully, and said, "Thank you Mr. Old, I remember."

When he looked up again, the old man had disappeared, and Hua Yan stood behind her unconsciously.

Rong Xian has speculated on the identity of the person, and has not searched too much.

She glanced at Hua Hua, and said lightly, "Hua Hua."

Hua Yan respectfully said, "He is here."

"Why didn't you remind me just now?" Rong Xian asked, looking down, without a sign of anger.

But Hua Yan jumped in his heart, and said busyly, "The minister is guilty."

He was also clever and made no excuses and confessed his guilt directly.

Rong Xian took a deep look at him and said slowly: "No next time."

"No, thank you, Your Majesty Long En." After a deep ritual, Hua Yan stepped aside.

His look was very complicated. He had not changed his habit for hundreds of years following the emperor's habit. Now the new emperor does not have the strength of the emperor, and of course he cannot find that person.

Hua Yan wiped his cold sweat, but fortunately the new emperor did not care.

Wait, that's wrong.

Didn't you say that your Majesty was secretly regarded as a mortal? !!

Hua Yan bit his head and looked at His Majesty, yes, he really did not cultivate himself.

But what happened to that plaque?

That mysterious mysterious breath fluctuation can never be wrong, that is the Tao Yun, even more powerful things above the earth fairy can control.

Hua Yan's heart shuddered, did His Highness Xiu Wei reach Tianxian? Is it just hidden?

At this moment, Hua Yan directly met Rong Xian's eyes that seemed to contain the changes of the mountains and rivers. He lowered his head eagerly and resolutely.