Presenting a sword with a jade in hand has been the highest level of surrender etiquette since ancient times.

How many of the last emperors made such a choice for the survival of their family.

Looking at the hunched Master Yu, Song Ziyu slowly stretched out his hand and grasped the sword offered by him.

This is a simple handover process, but its inner meaning is huge.

This represents the smooth transfer of power in Longshan.

This simple action seemed to exhaust Yu Ke's mental energy.

The moment he took off his sword, the steel-backed old general seemed to be unsteady on his feet and staggered a little.

A steady and strong hand rested on the old general's arm.

"Old General, please stand still." Song Ziyu asked with concern.

Yu Ke calmed down and looked at Song Ziyu blankly.

This action...

Very profound.

Regardless of whether Song Ziyu did it intentionally or unintentionally, this simple action was regarded as an attitude in the eyes of all the troops descending from the Third Division.

An attitude of care and kindness toward the surrendered person.

This expresses the attitude of "I can tolerate you".

Seeing Song Ziyu's behavior like this, it was like giving the surrendering soldiers a reassurance.

…

Song Ziyu may know, but maybe he doesn't know. In fact, this is Yu Ke's deliberate position.

Yu Ke wanted to use such a simple act to "ask the heart."

Ask the heart of the young man in front of you.

Yesterday, I was talking with people from the old Longshan tribe about the young man in front of me. His enterprising and generosity were the things that the old Longshan tribe admired most about him.

Yu Ke didn't believe it, so he wanted to try it himself.

Now……

Yu Ke had his own answer.

A look of relief appeared on Yu Ke's face, as if he was relieved that his prostate had been rebellious for many years and was now back to work.

This expression disappeared in a flash and was quickly hidden under the old face.

"Song Ziyu, young man... I will leave these soldiers under my command to you from now on." Yu Ke looked at Song Ziyu and said slowly.

The tone was very slow and the breath was very long, as if a dying person was giving his last words.

Is this necessary?

Song Ziyu smiled and said: "Old general, don't worry, I will arrange them well."

After saying this, Song Ziyu put away his smile and handed the sword to Gongsun Wan'er.

Regardless of Yu Ke and Gongsun Wan'er's surprise, Song Ziyu strode towards Longshan City.

Gongsun Wan'er was stunned and quickly followed closely with her sword in hand, while Yu Ke stood there and stared blankly.

Logically speaking, this sword represents authority and a symbol, but he gave it to others casually...

This magnanimity stunned Yu Ke.

Yu Ke suddenly felt that he seemed to have underestimated this young man.

He doesn't care at all about his formalism.

…

Song Ziyu strode towards Longshan!

Behind Song Ziyu were the deafening cheers of the Longshan soldiers.

The mountains are roaring and the tsunami is roaring, and the crowd is full of emotions.

Such is the case with those who have gathered fans.

There is no greater hero than this in ancient times.

Song Ziyu strode towards Longshan City, but when he reached the city gate, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Song Ziyu stared at the city gate again and again.

The city gate has not restored its old appearance.

Song Ziyu fell into memories...

In the past.

When I first came to Longshan.

I just stood here, looking at Longshan.

It's been years since then.

The city gate has long since been replaced, replaced by a taller and thicker iron gate.

Song Ziyu thought of Xu Yingnan...

People and things are different.

This feeling and scene made Song Ziyu extremely nostalgic and missed him.

All my thoughts in Longshan.

When I first came to Longshan, Ma Senming, Zhao Yuanba, and Tian Yue were the three pillars, and now they are all gone.

Xu Yingnan, are you okay?

…

Just when Song Ziyu was thinking a lot, the noisy cheers brought him back to reality.

I saw a large number of Longshan residents pouring out of the door to watch the excitement.

These residents were rushing towards me with smiles on their faces and cheerful steps.

For a moment, Song Ziyu felt as if he was a rock embracing the waves.

Countless Longshan residents surrounded him and then drowned him.

Song Ziyu knows...

This is their way of expressing affection...

This is how they express their love for themselves.

The excitement of the crowd, the huge crowds of people, the enthusiasm of the emotions, the turbulent crowd...

The soldiers guarding Song Ziyu were dumbfounded.

These soldiers are like floats in the water, being beaten by the waves and appearing and disappearing.

"Boss Song, it's really you!"

"Mr. Song, we miss you so much."

"Mr. Song, do you still remember me?"

"Did you see that, this is our city lord of Longshan!"

"Although there are many heroes in the wilderness, no one can compare with Mr. Song."

"There are so many heroes in the world, and this one is definitely second to none!"

"Our achievements in Longshan today are all due to this man..." an old Longshan person introduced to the newcomers to Longshan around him.

The new immigrants who took their lives showed even more fanatical admiration than the old Longshan people.

The Song Ziyu that Laolongshan people saw might still be a human being.

But in the hearts of the residents of the new Longshan settlement, Song Ziyu, who is full of legendary past events, has clearly become a myth.

It's like Zhong Kui painted on a New Year picture or a Bodhisattva sculpted in a temple.

What’s more!

Some young and beautiful girls were ogling Song Ziyu crazily.

"Wow, I didn't expect the guy painted on the door to be so young!" exclaimed a young girl who had recently moved to Longshan from an outside settlement.

It seems that Song Ziyu has been painted on the door panel and is one step away from deification.

"Not only are you young, you are also very handsome." Another girl pursed her lips and smiled.

"A man like this is the man of my dreams."

"No, I can't breathe."

"I really want to marry him." A little girl said in a coquettish way.

…

Of course Song Ziyu will not know the gossip and tidbits about herself.

At this time, Song Ziyu was very troubled.

Looking at the Longshan people who expressed all kinds of excitement towards him, Song Ziyu's mood could only be described as flattered.
To be continued...