i have a sword fairy

Zhao Rong looked at the distorted lightning snakes connecting the thunderstorm and Leigui on the mountaintop, and couldn't help but take a slight breath.

The scene is really spectacular.

Most of the people around shrank their heads subconsciously, probably because they were afraid that if a lightning bolt missed, it would hit their heads...

However, a certain young Confucian scholar nodded quietly.

somewhat satisfied.

"Hey, what a thunder..."

In Zhao Rong's heart lake, the lazy voice of a certain sword spirit came, and the voice was quickly suppressed by the voice of thunder.

"... woke me up."

Gui muttered something, then turned a little happy and said:

"Zhao Rong, I chose this mountaintop to refine the sword pill. Just now, I caught a glimpse of a few interesting 'little guys' hidden in the thunder, which is already in the category of Tianlei..."

"Ah."

Zhao Rong just responded, and didn't have time to talk to it anymore, his eyes carefully looked at the top of the mountain above.

He found that what Brother Yi Wu said was correct, although the thunder on the top of the mountain in front of him was extremely powerful, being on the top of the mountain was like being in a pool of thunder.

but.

For the most part, the top of the mountain appears to be quite safe.

Because almost ninety-nine percent of the lightning struck the ancient Leigui.

Among the dense thunderclouds in the sky, there are lightnings falling from all directions, and at this moment, they are connecting to the lonely scorched tree below. Moon mountain top with dark clouds in the sky.

The root of this 'Tree of Thunder' is Lei Gui, and the branches are made of lightning, tall and majestic.

In this way, most positions on the top of the mountain are relatively safe.

It can be said that it is good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, and it is sheltered by the ancient Leigui 'Yin'.

It's just that every ten or so breaths, occasionally one or two thunderbolts will leak down and land on a random place on the top of the mountain, either smashing the bluestone or blasting the lake water...

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes, silently studying the scene in front of him.

At a certain moment, my eyes fell on the deep tree hole of the lightning strike wood...

Later, he noticed that this lightning tree was growing along the shore, and half of its root system was submerged in the azure lake water of Moon Lake.

Although I don't know if it is still alive and is absorbing the water of the moon pool at this time, but at this time it is suffering from the thunder and lightning, and some of the lightning seems to be absorbed by the azure lake water.

So it's not just Lei Gui acting as a lightning rod, attracting Thunder.

This moon pool also seems to be a thunder pool that absorbs lightning?

Zhao Rong thought to himself...

After about 120 breaths, the sound of thunder gradually subsided, and then quickly disappeared within just three breaths.

The thick thunderclouds above everyone's heads dissipated, and there was no heavy rain falling during the whole process, which was quite a spectacle.

As the clouds dissipated and the sun rose, Zhao Rong and the others felt that the heaven and the earth were in love, as if the sky had cleared up after the rain, and it was extremely clear.

Everyone returned to the top of the mountain, and the officials and craftsmen of the Ministry of Rites continued to perform their duties.

Meng Zhengjun turned around, ready to leave directly.

However, a certain young Confucian scholar moved faster than her.

"Mr. Meng, please stay."

Zhao Rong suddenly shouted with a bright smile.

Meng Zhengjun walked a few more steps after his voice sounded, but in the end he still stopped and said without turning his head:

"Speak up quickly."

Zhao Rong covered his mouth and coughed, nodded and said: "Mr. Jian seems to be able to calculate magical spells miraculously. Can you help our students who are taking the exam to calculate when and when the thunder on the top of the mountain will start tomorrow."

He paused, nodded seriously, and said, "Well, Mr. Meng, this shouldn't be considered cheating. I believe that your supernatural power should be able to measure it."

As the words fell, the eyes of Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other students immediately focused on the back of the old-fashioned woman in the Confucian robe.

Zhao Rong guessed in his heart that this Meng Xuezheng would probably find an excuse to shirk, and not help them predict the moment when the thunderbolt will fall on the top of the mountain tomorrow, and let them bear the risk of being delayed midway through the assessment.

However, neither he nor the students around him expected that Meng Zhengjun who was not far away didn't even think about it, so he nodded, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, counting his fingers.

"Tomorrow at [-]:[-] p.m., around ten breaths later, the thunder will arrive on time, and it will be the most thunderous day in the past two months."

She said it directly without concealment, and it was very detailed, then turned her head, looked at Zhao Rong calmly, smiled and said: "You wait carefully to avoid it, don't delay Feng Chan's assessment."

When this old-fashioned academy lady smiled, the nasolabial folds on her face deepened.

Afterwards, she shook her sleeves and left the mountaintop directly, her steps seemed quite leisurely...

Gu Yiwu and other Zhengyi Hall students were slightly surprised by the kindly tone of this old woman, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Zhao Rong clenched his fist slightly.

After a while, the head turned suddenly.

His eyes fell on the cliff where the inscription would be engraved.

Did Meng Zhengjun feel that the ceremonies he had ordered to enshrine Zen were lost?

Or the one that she can find a legitimate reason to give a zero score?Is she deciding to forcibly deduct points for being picky, or...is his courtesy really bad?

The young Confucian scholar's sword eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle...

Chapter 499 The Head of the Mountain Pays Attention, and the Undercurrent Surges

"Ziyu, is the old woman influenced by us? Don't look into the past?"

At noon, on the top of Moon Sacrifice Mountain, after Meng Zhengjun left, Gu Yiwu and his classmates were surprised for a while, then as if they thought of something, they turned their heads and asked curiously to the silent young Confucian scholar beside him.

Zhao Rong shook his head lightly, "Maybe."

Gu Yiwu scratched the back of his head, and said with a smile:

"Ziyu, it must be our excellence that has influenced her, made her realize how wrong it was to deliberately make things difficult for us in the past, let go of her prejudice and rigidity, old woman... no, it's Mr. Meng, she must feel guilty now, Look at her leaving in such a hurry."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.

You put it aside to do reading comprehension... He complained in his heart.

However, when it comes to 'doing reading comprehension', his guess just now seems to be doing reading comprehension...

The young Confucian scholar thought for a moment, his brows relaxed.

At this time, Gu Yiwu happily patted him on the shoulder, nodded and said: "Ziyu, it seems that the cuju court in our Justice Hall has been saved, and I will talk to Mr. Meng when I get back..."

Zhao Rong glanced at him, didn't answer, and continued to talk about tomorrow's ceremony of enshrining Zen.

Not long after, Xuecan brought a group of monks who inscribed cliff characters back to the top of the Moon Festival.

The latter began to cast various spells, took out the cliff facing east at the direction of Zhao Rong, and engraved the inscription of the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven...

Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other students watched for a while, and then stayed on the top of the mountain for a while. After confirming that nothing happened, a few students were left behind.

Zhao Rong left with the others.

All the way down the mountain.

Halfway through, the young Confucian scholar stopped and squinted his eyes.

At the foot of Jiyue Mountain and the three nearby plains, there were dense crowds of people, like an ant swarm.

Looking further away, the roads leading to Jiyue Mountain are filled with an endless stream of people.

These are Dali people from all over the world.

Go to the event.

At a certain moment, he turned around and looked up, the platinum cauldron of luck on the top of Jiyue Mountain seemed to have a more solid outline...

……

In the evening, on the largest wasteland where the Dali court was stationed.

In the largest tent in the center, a grand dinner is being held.

This was held together by Empress Dowager Dali and Young Emperor.

Even if it is to create an atmosphere for tomorrow's Fengchan event, it is also a cleansing for a female student from Linlu Academy.

Zhao Rong and other Mochi students were also invited.

At the banquet, Zhao Rong quietly sat on the right side, slightly above the head, drinking and thinking about things.

He occasionally glanced up at Dugu Chanyi who was warmly greeting Meng Zhengjun.

Although the latter was still sitting behind the curtain, his voice couldn't conceal his closeness, and he would order the little emperor to toast this Mr. Meng from time to time.

Although the latter is a great monk of Confucianism and a distinguished guest whom the entire Liting court is fawning on at this time, he is still rigid and observant of etiquette and behaves meticulously.

Every time the little emperor picked up the wine glass, she would get up and return the wine respectfully.

Dugu Chanyi couldn't help pretending to 'blame' and said:

"Mr. Meng, you don't need to be so polite. When the late emperor was alive, you were the academy gentleman whom the late emperor admired... Now you have been helping our orphans and widows. You are the greatest benefactor of our royal family."

Meng Zhengjun frowned slightly imperceptibly.

She waved her hand, shook her head and said:

"The queen mother is polite. This time, Meng came here on behalf of Linlu Academy to help Dali enshrine Zen. It is an order from the head of the mountain, and it will be handled by Meng, who is in charge of the academy... When the first emperor Dali was alive, he respected Confucianism and Taoism. , visited Lin Lu three times, visited the mountain master and his masters..."

"Lin Lu was full of praise for the first emperor of Dali, and the old master Zhu said that the first emperor of the Li Dynasty had the image of an ancient virtuous monarch, which was in line with the Confucian ritual of enshrining Zen. , but it is still the duty of us Lin Lu Confucian scholars to hold this Zen ceremony for the Dali royal family."

She tilted her head slightly, and glanced at the pretty woman behind the first curtain, "Therefore, there is no need for so many courtesies to visit the Empress Dowager, and I dare not be a thank you for what is my duty."

At the start, Zhao Rong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

It turns out that the matter of enshrining Zen was ordered by the head of the mountain, in order to repay the love of the late Emperor Dali and the royal family of Dali?

The young Confucian scholar couldn't help thinking secretly.

So, this matter has been followed by that long-sighted Zhu Shanzhang?It turns out that he, the Mochi student, also entered the field of vision of the old master... This Meng Xuezheng, he had never told them before, did he forget or...

Well, it's probably intentional. Fortunately, from the beginning, he didn't paddle pessimistically like Brother Yiwu and the others, and did things hastily. Instead, he tried his best to take care of it seriously. It was so easy for her, Meng Zhengjun, to lose her impression in her heart.

It's about leaving some comments in Shanzhang's heart.

The wine glass in Zhao Rong's hand was suspended in the air.

Resisting not to look at the old-fashioned woman in the gray Confucian shirt above.

With a normal expression, he gently put down his wine glass, staring at the calm wine.

Thinking about it this way, the name on the note in Meng Zhengjun's hand at the Mochi Academy back then should have been someone else's name. Behind this drudgery in the eyes of most other people, there is actually a big hidden trouble behind it. opportunity.

So, at first, she wanted to give this spot to a student she valued, that is... Yu Huaijin?

Master Shanchang will see the gift of enshrining Zen in great distance. Does it involve the competition for the seeds of reading in the academy?

So Meng Zhengjun originally decided that Yu Huaijin would come here to help her?

Zhao Rong rubbed his chin, and heard from Brother Yiwu that there is a small book at the head of the mountain, and the names of every Confucian scholar in the academy whose name is familiar to him will appear on it. Out of a small book, ticking circles...

The reading seeds of the academy represent the largest amount of resources in the academy, and their status in the academy is just like Qingjun and the top talents in the four palaces of the Taiqing Dynasty.

Moreover, not only Mochi students are competing for the number of reading seeds, but even those scholars who graduated from Mochi are competing, and among the group of scholars, it is the main battlefield for competition.

But I heard that there seems to be a small benefit for the students of Mochi, that is, at the annual apprenticeship ceremony, a certain student will be promoted to a scholar at the same time, and will be directly promoted to the seed of study.

Of course, ninety-nine percent is for the best one in Shanzhang's book...

At this time, Zhao Rong suddenly thought that a certain friend seemed to be eagerly competing for the number of reading seeds.

He turned his gaze, and sure enough, the burly Confucian student on the seat next to him widened his eyes after hearing the word 'Shan Chang', and was staring intently at Meng Zhengjun, who was sitting at the top, as if he suspected that he had heard it wrong ...

As if aware of Zhao Rong's gaze, Gu Yiwu swallowed quietly, then turned his head and looked at Zhao Rong.

The two exchanged glances.

Gu Yiwu couldn't bear it anymore, he picked up and put down the wine glass in his hand.

Damn, if he had known that this was what the head of the mountain had ordered, then he would not have paddled carelessly. He must have worked harder than Zhao Rong. Zhen, was he sent by Tzuyu to a brothel to drink flower wine for several days...