Live Streaming in Ancient Times [Transmigration Book]

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The grand return ceremony was held normally, Xie Tinghan stepped down from the high platform of the ceremony wearing special clothes for the ceremony, and walked one hundred meters away from the high platform step by step, bending and bowing towards the high platform with every step.

Just passing by tens of thousands of people who came to the celebration neatly on both sides, feeling the gaze of the people on both sides, Xie Tinghan couldn't help but look up at Tuoba Ming who was sitting at the front of the crowd. Is it the same feeling when being watched?It's really lonely, Xie Tinghan couldn't help thinking, and then walked towards Tuoba Ming on the high platform step by step.

"Hundreds of steps make good fortune——" Xie Tinghan heard the master of ceremonies read aloud word by word, he didn't know how many steps he had taken, but when he got to the bottom of the first stage, the master of ceremonies continued to shout : "Begin the ceremony——"

As soon as this sentence was over, the people from Beijiang, who were standing in line under the high platform to participate in the celebration, suddenly shouted in unison. Xie Tinghan couldn't hear what they were saying, but the voice was dense and regular. There were hundreds of people in the audience. Shouting together, the momentum is simply shocking, very prestigious.

There was also the sound of thunderous drum hammers hitting the drum surface, echoing the shouts from the audience. The two voices coincided as if hitting Xie Tinghan's heart. Even his whole body was shocked. Followed by tremors.

"The God of Heaven, the God of Houtu, now has a son, who will return to his hometown to inherit the sky..." Xie Tinghan walked towards a higher platform step by step with the rhythmic singing of the master of ceremonies in his ears.

Every time he took a step, he just stepped on the drumbeat. Although the high platform was very high, Xie Tinghan quickly stood on the highest platform.

Xie Tinghan lowered his head and looked at the empty grassland, which was now full of people standing neatly. Everyone was wearing armor and holding iron guns. The guns in their hands were going up and down following their shouts. The rhythm beats the ground.

There is a row of people sitting in the front row, and this row of people is related to him or someone who is an important minister in northern Xinjiang.At this moment, the King of Beijiang, his uncle Tuoba Ming and Yan'er were all sitting there, and Yan'er was even more excited looking in his direction and clapping his hands.

When he got to the highest platform, the master of ceremonies waved his hand, and the drumming and shouting stopped abruptly. The scene was solemn and quiet for an instant. Seeing the uniform movements, Xie Tinghan had goosebumps, and there was an indescribable excitement in his heart. There is an illusion that everyone below will obey him.

"Bye——" the master of ceremonies shouted loudly in a long voice, so loud that people far away could hear it. Hearing this bow, Xie Tinghan immediately clasped his hands in front of his eyes and stood in front of him. Du bent down and bowed down.

In fact, he also knows that after this worship, he and Beijiang will never be separated from each other, but thinking back to the day when Tuoba Ming brought him to this high platform, his voice choked up and told him his childhood anecdotes and his relationship with him. The excitement of his arrival, and at the same time, he told Xie Tinghan his expectations and helplessness for Northern Xinjiang. Xie Tinghan could clearly realize that Tuoba Ming really regarded him as a very important relative in his life at that time.

"Get up—" the master of ceremonies' voice sounded beside his ear, and Xie Tinghan responded by slowly straightening his bent back.

"Two thanks—"

Thinking of what Tuoba Ming said that day about the temperament of the people in Beijiang and the cruelty of winter in Beijiang, no matter what the reason for coming to Beijiang before, but now Xie Tinghan feels that he should do something for Beijiang and Yunqi, maybe he also has ability to do something.

In fact, since Tuoba Ming opened his mouth, he already had an initial idea. Tuoba Ming loves this country, so why doesn't he have a good impression of this passionate country? Tuoba Ming can't think of a way, but Xie Tinghan doesn't seem so helpless , as early as when he saw so many horses, cattle, sheep and unique products in northern Xinjiang, he thought of a way to save this place. He was far less desperate and helpless than Tuoba Ming.

"Qi——" Following the voice, Xie Tinghan straightened his waist, he felt that Beijiang and Yunqi could prosper together through mutual benefit.

"Three prayers—" After the last prayer, Xie Tinghan's returning ceremony was officially completed. Xie Tinghan glanced at the dawn on the distant horizon and felt that everything was still full of hope.Just as he was about to bow down, he heard a loud and rough voice shouting: "Wait a minute!"

The voice sounded familiar, and Xie Tinghan couldn't help but looked in the direction of the voice. At this time, Tuoba Xu was walking towards the high platform where Xie Tinghan was standing from the crowd standing on both sides: "This man is Yunqi's spy! He can't return Enter my northern border!"

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