i have a sword fairy

Zhao Rong broke the silence and said:

"Gui, what kind of cauldron is this?"

"I can't see it, so how do you know what it is? Please describe it carefully."

On a small road leading from the wasteland to Jiyue Mountain, there was a slender and lonely figure advancing quietly, turning left and right from time to time, avoiding the dark sentries of the army everywhere.

Zhao Rong watched the four movements and approached Jiyue Mountain, squinting his eyes to look into the distance.

Since he obtained the magical power of looking up Qi tonight, in his field of vision, besides a bright moon hanging high above the mountain top on the Moon Festival in the distance, there is also a magnificent cauldron condensed with platinum energy.

"Pale golden, four-legged and double-eared, square..."

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes for a moment, then shook his head, "Other than that, I can't see other details. This tripod is condensed by the pale golden aura, and there is only a rough outline, which is too blurry to see clearly."

Quiet for a moment.

"It's too general. It would be great if you could see the patterns on it clearly...Many tripods in the world look like this, so I can't guess for sure."

Zhao Rong nodded.

At this time, Gui asked curiously: "What are you doing now? You ran out in the middle of the night."

Zhao Rong folded his sleeves and used the martial arts technique to walk lightly in the shadows of the trees and grass.

At this time, he avoided a dark sentry patrolling the army.

"I can't sleep, I want to go to the top of the mountain to see it. At dawn, I will take Brother Yiwu and the others to Jiyue Mountain, inspect the layout on the spot, and scrutinize the details... If there is no accident, the grand ceremony will be held tomorrow morning."

Zhao Rong rubbed his forehead with a casual tone.

"Then why are you hiding?"

"Oh, I'm used to it."

The young Confucian scholar smiled, and said again: "Well, I don't want a certain lady to have trouble sleeping and eating, otherwise I will probably invite Mr. Ben to dinner again tomorrow..."

Gui: "Oh, such a beautiful woman, don't you want to go?"

Zhao Rong said calmly: "She is the Empress Dowager Dali, and I am a Confucian student in the academy. If it weren't for this Feng Chan, I wouldn't have the slightest communication, that is, I would have no chance or share. So don't tease me about it in the future, it's meaningless. "

Gui nodded: "Tsk, Mr. Zhao's ideological awareness is getting higher and higher."

"I entrust it to the Great Sword Spirit."

The two sincerely complimented each other.

At this time, Zhao Rong stopped, squinted his eyes to look at the direction of the mountain top, and then jumped up the tree.

"Look, it's lightning and thunder."

He pointed to the top of Jiyue Mountain.

In the darkness, a few bolts of lightning appeared from time to time on the top of the mountain.

Like a child's paintbrush, the winding white line connects the mountain top with the dark clouds.

After a few breaths, the sound of thunder came long overdue.

Boom-!

Dull and terrifying.

Zhao Rong nodded, "I've inquired about it. The Moon Sacrifice Mountain is too high, and there are thunderstorms on the top of the mountain all year round, almost every day, roughly fixed at a few time periods."

He paused, and said with a smile: "Guild, do you think this year's Tianlei will be okay?"

Gui looked at it carefully for a while, and clicked his tongue a few times, "It seems to be quite stable. Are you going to complete Li Ji Jianwan's last tempering here? You can try it."

Zhao Rong nodded.

Through the brow chakra, Gui took another look at the mountain top in the distance, and sighed softly:

"Walking around, we brought the Zijin Furnace and Li Ji Sword Pills to the Jiyue Mountain for refining, and the Jiyue Mountain is one of the holy places of the Li Clan in the ancient times... Sigh, I don't know if it's a place of some kind. Fate in the middle."

Zhao Rong touched the muster in his sleeve, frowning slightly.

"The Primordial Emperor Li was born in the Li Clan. In her era, the Primordial Li Clan became the master of the Ancient Wangque Continent from a branch of the Moon Palace under her protection."

Sword Spirit's voice can't help but bring some ancient times:

"Wang Que Wang Que... Wang Que of the Nine Heavens Palace, the origin of the name of Wang Que Continent has something to do with the latecomer Duyou Ji family. This Ji family's Youwang lineage put gold on his face."

It has a contemptuous tone.

Zhao Rong looked thoughtful.

It turns out that the origin of the name Wangque is related to the Nine Heavens Moon Palace.

Jian Ling paused for a few breaths, and then asked:

"After all, this Li Ji sword pill was made by the sword law left by Emperor Li, so it is inevitable that it has some unknown ties to the Li clan, and this Moon Festival Mountain seems to be used by the Li clan to bury their ancestors and sacrifice to the gods of the Moon Palace in ancient times. The place...although time has passed and the situation has changed, the sea has changed."

"Zhao Rong, you need to temper Li Ji Jianwan here to make it perfect. Be careful that it may cause some visions and reactions."

Zhao Rong nodded, "Understood. So let's go up to explore the way tonight..."

Anyway, listening to him talking, he saw that Zhao Rong's words gradually stopped, and his eyes seemed to move away, and turned to a direction on the right that deviated from the main road.

"What's wrong, Zhao Rong?"

The young Confucian scholar lowered his head and rubbed his eyes again, then looked up somewhere.

"That direction... seems to have dragon energy."

There was silence between the two.

After a while.

The young Confucian scholar turned slightly in the dark, and then disappeared into the forest in the blink of an eye.

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Chapter 495 Night Tour and Imperial Mausoleum Accompanying Sacrifice

At the foot of Jiyue Mountain, under a cliff, there are lush jungles.

There is a waterfall falling from the cliff.

Gathered under the cliff into a pool.

The sound of falling water from the waterfall can be heard from miles away.

It was late at night, and in the forest surrounding the pool under the cliff, a torch was lit every ten steps.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a group of soldiers in black armor guarding the forest road leading to the water pool under the cliff ten steps at a time.

If Zhao Rong was present, he would be able to recognize at a glance that these soldiers were all elites of the Dali Forbidden Army.

I don't know why it is here at this time.

In the forest, only the sound of the waterfall sounded, and no one made a sound.

At a certain moment, a few fallen leaves suddenly fell from the head of a motionless guard on a certain section of the road.

Several soldiers around looked up sharply, and after looking at it for a while, there seemed to be nothing unusual, and they slowly looked away.

Afterwards, the elites of the Forbidden Army continued to tense their hearts and set up guard.

Tonight, they received a secret order from the Empress Dowager to guard the late emperor's dragon coffin into the imperial mausoleum, and if they were careless, they would be punished with beheading...

……

Beside the waterfall pool, which was guarded layer by layer by the guards of the imperial army, there was a quiet and lively scene at this time.

The excitement is because there are many figures beside the pool.

Even a little crowded:

The fortified soldiers with black armor reaching to the eyes, the blades in their hands gleamed silver under the icy moonlight.

There are craftsmen who are numerous but silent.

These craftsmen who worked hard and secretly repaired the imperial mausoleum were old and young. At this time, the place was obviously empty, but they were faintly crowded together.

Under the indifferent gaze of the black-armored soldiers nearby, the bodies of the craftsmen trembled and swayed in unison.

At the very front, near the waterfall, there is also a group of string music girls.

There are more than a dozen of them, wearing snow-white gauze clothes, with a fairy air, very beautiful.

Besides.

Behind the pair of string girls, there is a group of strangely dressed figures:

Wearing a white filial piety dress, looking at her appearance, she should be a woman, but she is covered with a white cloth and a white scarf over her eyes, without revealing any of her features...

As for the silence, it is because everyone here is silent except for the sound of the waterfall.

Whether it's the imperial mausoleum craftsman who is faintly frightened, or the string girl with a cold and heartless face.

It seems to be quietly waiting for a certain result.

At this time, what the people beside the waterfall didn't notice was that a certain young Confucian scholar appeared on a secluded tree in the rear...

"Is it the unlucky late Emperor Dali who wants to enter the imperial mausoleum?"

Gui glanced at it, and said in a curious tone.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, but did not reply.

Seeming to know what he was thinking, Gui smiled and said: "It was unlucky to be in the prime of life among the kings, but he passed away early, leaving behind a delicate and beautiful queen, and a magnificent and powerful dynasty... um."

Sword Spirit nodded.

you 'um' what?

Zhao Rong was speechless, but he still didn't answer.

It probably wants to talk about him and the Dugu family again, for example, Zhao Rong, you have to help the Emperor Dali take care of his wife and children...

Take care of you big head ghost.

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand, pressed down the leaves in front of him, and looked intently through the larger leaf gap.

At this time, the people beside the waterfall pool seemed to be waiting for something quietly, and those stringed music girls were all facing the direction of the waterfall...

By the way, is the imperial mausoleum built here?

Where is the amount?I don't seem to see any buildings...

Zhao Rong's gaze swept around the pool, and finally landed on the straight waterfall that looked like a white cloth hanging on a cliff.

"Interesting, is the entrance built on the cliff behind the waterfall?"

He nodded.

"Hey Zhao Rong, why are we still here? The dragon aura should come from that dragon coffin, it's not something else. Let's go and go up to Jiyue Mountain to have a look."

Gui urged a little impatiently.

Zhao Rong shook his head and said in Xinhu, "Wait a little longer."

"Are you worried?"

He nodded.

Tomorrow will be the ceremony of enshrining the Chan, and the dragon coffin entering the imperial mausoleum happened right under his nose.

Moreover, a certain person in charge still chose the time to seal the mausoleum in the early morning after arriving at Jiyue Mountain, when everything was silent.

Most of the large troops stationed in the wasteland had just arrived at their destination to rest after traveling for several days.

This is the time when everyone is most relaxed.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

Well, in addition, Dugu had never mentioned the matter of the dragon coffin entering the mausoleum with him, the organizer of the Zen Conferring Ceremony, and he discovered it himself...

"Okay, let's see then."

Gui thought about it, nodded and stopped urging.

"Hello, Zhao Rong." It called him again, and said with a smile:

"You said wait a minute, will we discover some big secrets, such as an evil villain who walked out of the imperial tomb, and then proudly talked about his purpose loudly, um. It turns out that the entire Fengchan Ceremony It was all arranged by him, the Academy, the Dali Dynasty, all are his pawns..."