The civil and military officials lined up and waited in the square.
The commoners who came to watch the ceremony were all on the left side of the platform. Although they were all standing, there was an array that could help them recover their energy.
A platform was also built on the right side of the square, but it was empty. There was no audience.
After the officials finished praying, they would stand on the platform to watch the ceremony. Only at that time, descendants of aristocratic families like Zhong Xuansheng, who were not qualified to participate in the "Master's Ceremony" but were qualified to attend the ceremony, could enter the venue.
The center of the square would be the stage for those young people.
Opposite the main entrance of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, an altar was built overnight. Naturally, it was the supreme seat. It meant that the Emperor of Da Qi and the previous Emperors of Da Qi would celebrate the heroes of Da Qi.
The dragon and phoenix chairs at the highest point were already prepared, but they were empty.
The Emperor of Da Qi was praying in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
The altar extended to the middle section. There were a few tables on the platform. Those were the seats for the princes and princesses.
Below that was another section of the Pill Emperor, and then the plaza.
Jiang Wang didn't even notice how complicated and high the standards of the entire 'Master's Ceremony' were.
He sat quietly and closed his eyes to rest.
His posture was upright, and his breathing was long.
He wasn't the only one who had this kind of calmness. Everyone who could participate in the competition would have this kind of calmness.
Even Xie Bao Shu, who was worried about Wen Tinglan, knew very well what was the most important thing.
To others, this' Ceremony of the Great Master 'was just a sacrificial offering.
To the main characters, it might decide their lives.
It would take many years for him to catch up to the distance he could take with this step.
The three strongest people in Qi and Qi were very different from the number one in Qi.
Also, only the number one in Qi was qualified to fight for it …
Number one in the world.
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Imperial Ancestral Temple, Emperor Wu Temple.
Emperor Wu of Qi and the founder of Qi were the only two emperors in the history of Qi to have a main hall in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
The Emperor of Qi, who borrowed thirty thousand troops as a hostage, won thirty-seven battles and became the overlord of Qi, was the emperor that the Qi Emperor respected the most.
The Emperor of Da Qi looked at the Golden Body of the Emperor in front of him quietly. There was no emotion on his face.
It was Emperor Wu of Qi who saved Da Qi and established Da Qi as the overlord of Da Qi. However, he was the one who truly allowed Qi to become the most powerful person in the world.
Thinking about it, if he was unlucky, there should be a main hall for him in this Imperial Ancestral Temple.
But was that enough?
"The quota for the Political Affairs Hall has already been handed over." The Emperor of Da Qi asked faintly, "Do you think that I should complicate matters?"
At this moment, only the crown prince of Da Qi, the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, Jiang Wuhua, could accompany the ceremony in the Martial Emperor Shrine.
The other princes and princesses were not qualified to do so.
Jiang Wuhua, who looked very simple and honest, stood respectfully to the side and said politely, "Father, you have your own heart. No matter what decision you make, you have your own reasons."
Compared to the valiant Jiang Wuyou, the devilishly handsome Jiang Wuqi, and the extraordinarily handsome Jiang Wuhua, Crown Prince Jiang Wuhua did not even look outstanding.
Just like his answer now, it was not outstanding, and no one could find any fault with it.
If Jiang Wuqi was present, he would at least say, "The Emperor's order is the right thing to do. I have not heard of any other orders."
However, the Crown Prince had his good points.
The Emperor of Da Qi did not comment. He turned around and walked out.
A eunuch shouted, "Move!"
Jiang Wuhua waited until the Emperor was almost out of the door before he stood up and followed.
He was respectful and meticulous in his actions.
How could the Political Affairs Hall not know about Da Qi and Tianjiao?
For example, there should be Wang Yiwu in the Inner Palace State.
However, the military law was like a mountain. Since he had been sentenced to death row for three years, he could not return to Linzi. The Political Affairs Hall did not recommend him because they respected the military law.
In terms of the number one Inner Palace State, how could it not be related to Chongxuan's talent?
Yu Beidou's words of "stealing the talent of his peers" had been passed down for so many years. Who in Qi did not know about it?
However, no one in the Political Affairs Hall mentioned it.
Because it was the Emperor of Da Qi who personally ordered Jung Genzun to go into seclusion at Jixia Academy.
This was the Emperor's authority.
The Emperor's authority was his own.
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After an unknown period of time, Jiang Wang did not "listen" to the sounds outside, nor did he feel the passage of time. He was just silently recuperating and cultivating as usual.
Then, a guard came over. "Lord Jiang, please!"
Jiang Wang stood up and said gently, "Please lead the way."
Today, he was wearing a clean and proper green martial attire. His long hair was tied up simply, and he still did not have any extra accessories on his body. There was only an ordinary white jade pendant hanging from his waist.
He held it in his hand.
His head was held high, and his footsteps were calm and steady.
Gazes have weight.
Jiang Wang had a deep impression of this sentence. Later, he saw Wang Ao shatter the Blood King's gaze with his own eyes.
However, it seemed that today, he truly felt the "weight" of gazes.
When he followed the guard who led the way and walked into the huge square paved with white flagstones, countless gazes in the square gathered on him.
On the left platform were the commoners, and on the right platform were the nobles. Chung Geng Sheng, Yan Fu, and the others should also be there. Jiang Wang did not look carefully.
The Emperor of Da Qi must be sitting at the highest point above the Pill Emperor, and he could not look up at this time.
Thinking about it, Huaying Palace Master Jiang Wuyou should also be in that direction.
Innumerable gazes and pressure were innumerable.
On the Tianya Stage, he had been the center of attention, but at that time, he was not in the mood to care. Moreover, the weight that those people represented … was far from what it was now.
Therefore, only now did he feel the "attention of the world."
It was an interesting experience.
Jiang Wang had nothing to be nervous about.
Holding his sword, he began to size up the "protagonists" who were about to enter the square at the same time as him.
It was naturally not rude to observe the "opponents."
There were only seven people standing in the huge square, divided into three rows.
They seemed small and extremely radiant.
Jiang Wang was in the left row, and there were three people in this row.
Lei Zhanqian was standing in the front, closest to the Pill Emperor. Needless to say, they were old friends.
Jiang Wang's focus was on Cui Ju.
He stood at the back of this row, which was close to the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
However, not much could be seen. His face was cold, and his eyes were straight. He stood like a javelin and had the temperament of a soldier.
Jiang Wang stood between Lei Zhanqian and Cui Ju. He looked to the right, and the first person he saw was Ji Zhaonan.
This second disciple of the God of War, who rarely appeared in the country, stood alone in the middle of the square. Because there was no opponent, he stood alone.
It just separated the outer building and the inner building.
Before seeing him, he did not know who he was.
After seeing him, he felt that it was natural for him to stand here!
He was truly a rare person!
He was dressed in silver armor and white robes. He held a long spear as white as snow.
His long hair was tied behind his head, and only a strand of hair fell in front of his forehead. His eyes were like cold stars, and his eyebrows were like frost blades.
There was a very faint smell of blood on his body, which was a trace that could not be removed after countless killings.
He, on the other hand, looked spotless.
Chung Geng Sheng had once introduced —
The name of the spear, Splendid.
The name of the spear, Wushuang.
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