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Xuechan and the others who were watching carefully at the side saw that Meng Zhengjun left Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu in the cold as soon as he arrived, and thought there was a gap between the teachers and students of their academy.

At the moment, they didn't understand why they nodded quietly: It turns out that Mr. Zhao Xiao and Mr. Meng have a good relationship in private, and they can make such jokes, but Mr. Meng seems to be a bit impatient in front of outsiders. Yes, Mr. Meng seems to be a foreigner Hot and cold personality...

As if feeling that the gazes from other people were getting more and more wrong, Meng Zhengjun frowned slightly, waved his sleeves, and said directly:

"Students, keep busy, don't worry about me, sir, you still have a day to go, start the assessment on time tomorrow morning, and help the young emperor Dali to enshrine Zen!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and others to respond, she walked to the side of the cliff with her hands behind her back, squinting her eyes at the magnificent scene below the mountain.

It seems that they no longer care about them.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu exchanged glances.

After a while.

The young scholar shrugged.

Afterwards, he continued to tell the students about the arrangements for worshiping heaven at the Temple of Heaven tomorrow morning.

Not far from them, an old-fashioned woman stood on the edge of the cliff with a straight face.

The howling mountain wind couldn't even blow a single strand of her hair.

Meng Zhengjun glanced at a hill full of spiritual creatures and beasts on the east side of Jiyue Mountain, and the completed altar on the mountain.

It seems that even if it is far away, her eyesight can see there.

"Ah."

The old-fashioned female gentleman twitched her lips.

"Mr. Meng."

However, at this moment, a young Confucian scholar not far away suddenly called out to her.

The female teacher from the academy frowned slightly, and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

"Um... can you stand a little further away?" The young Confucian scholar said with a bit of embarrassment in his tone, "I have something to show everyone about this cliff. You are blocking my position."

"...!!!" Meng Zhengjun.

After a while, the female academy teacher walked away...

Chapter 498 Thunder and Foreboding on the Peak

Sacrifice to the top of the moon mountain.

After Meng Zhengjun flicked his sleeves lightly and walked a little further away with a hum.

Zhao Rong brought Gu Yiwu and other students from Zhengyi Hall, Xuechan and other eight Xianyueli girls, and officials from the Second Ministry of Li and Industry, to the edge of the cliff.

The young Confucian scholar glanced at the back of Meng Xuezheng.

In fact, he really didn't mean to find fault on purpose, and touched her tiger's whiskers without fear of death, but he really had something to say.

However.

Anyway, in Meng Zhengjun's heart, he should already be another big cancer rising in the Mochi Academy after Fan Yushu.

As for the image, well, I like to eat soft food very much. Now it seems that it is not a big deal to have an impression of being frivolous and disrespectful to teachers.

At this moment, Zhao Rong shook his head, and first glared at Gu Yiwu and other students of Justice Hall, because the latter looked at him with more and more admiration, as if they were looking at a spiritual leader who resisted oppression...

Zhao Rong was quite helpless, looked at the sun, and pointed directly at his feet:

"Tomorrow, after your Majesty has finished offering sacrifices at the Earth Altar of Dongshan, he will ride a white horse in a chariot and go up to Mount Moon Sacrifice from east to west. It will be about this hour...at a quarter of noon, we will arrive at the top of Moon Sacrifice Mountain, get off the car, and walk here. I want to change him into a yellow robe."

It was a quarter past noon, that is, a quarter of an hour after eleven o'clock in the morning.

As for Huang Shouxuanyi.

Receive, crown name also, that is to let the little emperor Li Wangque wear a yellow crown and a black dress.

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand, pointed to the Temple of Heaven that was about to be completed not far away, and said carefully:

"In the Temple of Heaven to seal the sky and repay the merits of the sky, Your Majesty needs to change into a dress. Dali belongs to the virtue of water, and the color is black, and the "Li" says: The emperor's crown clothes are also black clothes. Black color is black and red, suitable for From court to sacrifice to heaven..."

The young Confucian scholar's words, citing scriptures and classics, have a personal understanding of etiquette, and appropriate improvements are justified.

Everyone was convinced and nodded frequently.

In the distance, a certain old-fashioned female gentleman who seemed to be looking at the scenery also glanced at the slender profile of the young Confucian scholar for a moment.

On the edge of the cliff, Zhao Rong then reminded the attention and rules of the construction of the Temple of Heaven. In fact, it is not too different from the Temple of Earth. Gu Yiwu responded with a smile, saying that he was doing exactly what he had ordered before.

Not long after, Zhao Rong felt relieved a little, but then it was time to talk about the top priority of the Temple of Heaven sacrifice.

At the same time, it is also the finale of this Fengchan.

That is to use a method that can be understood by the Dao of Heaven, to convey information, and to repay the merits and virtues of great separation to Heaven.

What is the form of this 'big gift'?

As I said before beside the Earth Altar, it can't just be Zhao Rong, the presiding person holding the imperial edict in his hand and reading it aloud.

Because he was reading it to the people who were watching around, the ghost knows if God can hear it.

At this time, Zhao Rong's face was slightly solemn: "Xuechan Fengyi, did the monks you asked to find before coming down come together?"

Xuechan twirled a strand of hair on her shoulders, looked at Zhao Rong, and nodded:

"According to the instructions that Mr. Zhao Xiao sent to the slave family a few days ago, the slave family sent people to hurry up and go to several fairy houses in Dali territory, and invited nine monks who are good at carving on cliffs. At this moment, they are halfway up the mountain. Rest in a summer resort, waiting for Mr. Zhao Xiao's orders."

On the edge of the highest and steepest cliff in Dali, Zhao Rong stamped his right foot on the ground and pointed his index finger down, "For me, engrave a meritorious inscription on this cliff, with a total of two hundred and eight characters. Tomorrow morning, it will be completed by [-]:[-] AM."

Four o'clock in the morning is six o'clock in the morning, and the planned Feng Chan is scheduled to start at six o'clock in the morning.

He took out a volume of manuscripts from his sleeve and handed it to Xuechan.

The latter turned it over, looked at it, and nodded clearly, "No problem. The words of more than two hundred words should not be stopped for a moment, and can be engraved before the third watch tonight."

She thought for a while, and then asked: "Mr. Zhao Xiao, is there any request for this inscription?"

Zhao Rong exhaled slightly, glanced at Gao Ya next to him, and shook his head:

"Just engrave it according to my handwriting. There are some on the size and size. Just do it... There should be no typos. In addition, it should be painted with gold powder. The more conspicuous and spectacular the better... This is for God to see, um, I hope God will have it." Eye……"

He talked and smiled.

Xuechan nodded and said "it's natural", then she left temporarily to arrange the inscription.

"Ziyu, it's wonderful, using the inscription on the cliff as a 'gift' to repay the merits of the sky."

Gu Yiwu folded his hands, touched his chin, and nodded solemnly.

The surrounding students also agreed.

"..." Zhao Rong looked at a group of classmates who only knew about paddling but had no idea, and the corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched twice.

What a wonderful thing, I really can't think of anything else, just like the book buried under the altar just now, I can only use this simple and easy-to-understand method, and God has to see it...

On the edge of the cliff, a group of people looked very much like the candidates who were spanking in the corridor before the exam, but at the moment, everyone was in solidarity.

The burly Confucian scholar seemed to have seen the thoughts of his friend beside him, patted him on the shoulder, and shook his head solemnly:

"Ziyu, in order not to interfere with your judgment, we didn't give you blind ideas, so that you can stay rational and think independently."

The tone of voice was earnest, and the students around nodded quickly.

"Yes, yes", "Trust Ziyu, tomorrow's grand ceremony will be auspicious on that day", "I said that Ziyu can do it"...

There was an applauding response.

Zhao Rong wanted to nod at this time and said, "I don't mind you affecting my judgment at all, you should come up with a better move", but at this time that Meng Xuezheng is not far away, and with her cultivation base, she must be able to hear. .

As the leader of the platoon, he couldn't ignore timidity.

"Thank you so much... hey." Zhao Rong could only nod his head and sighed lightly.

Just thinking of Meng Zhengjun, the young Confucian scholar glanced there subconsciously, just in time to see that serious and old-fashioned woman look away from them.

In his field of vision, Meng Zhengjun seemed to be looking at the scenery down the mountain, and nodded with a light smile.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly.

no?The 'ritual' engraved on the cliff does not conform to the Fengchan ceremony?

It's a pity that no one answered the questions that suddenly popped up in his heart.

In the distance, Meng Zhengjun regained his calm expression. It was hard to see what she was thinking, whether she was laughing at someone just now.

Zhao Rong quickly loosened his brows, smiled, and after a few words of humility to Gu Yiwu and other classmates, he took them to inspect the Temple of Heaven not far away.

The Temple of Heaven is built not far from the Thunderbolt Wood in the center of the mountain top, and it is being built by hundreds of skilled craftsmen from Dali.

Zhao Rong and others circled the Temple of Heaven several times. During the period, Zhao Rong corrected a little deviation, and then saw that there was no obvious problem, so he copied his hands and led everyone to stand aside quietly to supervise and observe.

During the period, Zhao Rong occasionally glanced at the cliff where the inscription was about to be written.

Just when he turned his head again, glanced at the Temple of Heaven built by craftsmen in an orderly manner, and thought about taking everyone down the mountain.

A shout resounded on the top of the Moon Mountain.

"Today's Wanjun Thunder is approaching! Everyone retreats from the top of the mountain, away from Lei Gui and Yuetan! Retreat below a hundred feet from the top of the mountain."

The old-fashioned female gentleman who had been looking at the scenery with her hands seemed to hear something, suddenly raised her head, and the fingers under the wide gray sleeves suddenly pinched for a moment, and at this time she whistled for warning.

"It will come at three quarters in the afternoon, and there will still be a hundred breaths."

The atmosphere on the top of the mountain was quiet for a moment, and the sky was also clear, like the calm before the storm.

The next moment, the crowd roared, and some craftsmen ran away from the top of the mountain before they could throw away the objects in their hands.

Although the matter was urgent, everyone retreated in an orderly manner, not flustered, and looked a little proficient.

It should be that they would avoid the thunder on the top of the mountain every day, and pay attention to the changes in the sky at all times, but today there is a scholar with great powers present, and the warning is earlier.

"Ziyu, let's go quickly. It's the Thunderbolt on the top of the Moon Festival. There is a fixed time every day, around noon, but today seems to be a quarter earlier."

Gu Yiwu greeted Zhao Rongdao.

The young Confucian scholar was startled, nodded, and followed the crowd to leave the mountain.

Before leaving, he turned his head and looked at the lonely tall dead tree in the center of the mountain.

It was scorched black and full of tree holes.

Lei Gui?It turned out to be an osmanthus tree... Zhao Rong secretly thought, and took a few more glances.

Not long after, everyone retreated to a height of a hundred feet from the top of the mountain.

After a few breaths, the sky above the head really began to dim in an instant, and soon it was covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning.

A terrifying power is brewing in the black cloud.

Zhao Rong stood at the front of the crowd.

He folded his sleeves and looked up at Leiyun carefully without blinking his eyes.

As if expecting something.

"Ziyu, in fact, although this thunderbolt is exaggeratedly fierce, it is more powerful than the thunderbolts we have seen, but it is not too dangerous. We retreated a little too far, but just in case, it's okay."

Gu Yiwu, who was next to Zhao Rong, glanced at Meng Xuezheng, who was at the front, and whispered to him.

"how do I say this?"

Zhao Rong raised his head, without blinking his eyes, but couldn't help asking.

The burly Confucian scholar Nu Nuzui:

"Well, there is that lightning strike tree. I don't know how long this ancient tree has existed, and who planted it. Anyway, almost every day at this time on the top of Jiyue Mountain, there will be thunderbolts descending."

"And this lightning strike tree, which seems to be the body of the osmanthus tree, is like a magnet, which can attract thunder to strike down, and can catch most of the thunderbolts every day..."

Gu Yiwu was explaining when suddenly a gust of wind came.

In an instant, Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and everyone else heard a thunderous explosion, which made it too late for people to cover their ears.

Boom-!

Accompanied by the first thunder, lightning fell one after another in an instant, and their targets all pointed directly at the lightning strike log in the center of the mountain top.

And the frequency of this thunder is like it doesn't need money, it's endless!

The ears of the people who were avoiding the thunder were almost knocked out, and their tinnitus was endless afterward.