i have a sword fairy

Her little chin also raised up a little proudly, and at this time she also got some courage, turned her head, and glanced at Zhao Rong quickly.

However, after hearing the words, the latter didn't pay much attention to her.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said:

"Your band's Xian Yue Li daughter... Are you following the tradition of Li Ji from the Primordial Li Clan? Are they the target? These ancient etiquettes, including the String Music Ceremony, are all inherited?"

"Li Ji?"

The fat baby Li Ji was slightly stunned, turned her head and looked at Zhao Rong curiously, and said, "What is this? Young Master, do you mean that those special divorced women among the ancestors I just mentioned are called Li Ji?"

Zhao Rong frowned and thought.

Gui had mentioned to him before that the Emperor Li of the Primordial Li Clan was also the first female Sword Emperor, and she was born as Li Ji at first, without a name and surname, and was sent to the Nine Heavens Cold Palace with the same group of Li Ji. Goddess servant...

"Yeah." Zhao Rong nodded in response, "I guess, it might be."

"Li Ji..." Li Nu frowned and whispered again.

She couldn't help admiring and said: "I seem to have heard it in the story my grandma told before going to bed, and I don't know if you said this. Young master, where did you see this word? Is it really there?" ? I grew up in Lidi, but I don’t have much memory, you are so knowledgeable..."

Zhao Rong shook his head, and said, "It's just a miscellaneous book, but I'm not sure. It's just a wild guess, so I'm asking you."

The baby fat little girl shook her head at this moment, "I don't know... I just listened to what my sisters said, and my sisters heard what my mother said, and it was the Lefang Division founded by my mother who established these ancient rules. "

"The Dugu family..."

The young Confucian scholar read softly, then stroked his chin, and nodded as if talking to himself: "It's interesting, but where did she learn these things... You all say that Dugu is the reincarnation of a goddess, oh, it shouldn't be Know it from birth, right?"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help muttering in his heart:

"However... Nine Heavens Goddess is reincarnated, so there are times when she is lonely. Wouldn't it be more lonely and unbearable to be on Nine Heavens in her previous life...Zhao Ziyu, don't think about being rude."

Just now, Zhao Rong couldn't help but think of the little girl who accidentally fell out of the beauty's couch under the body of a beautiful widow in the pavilion next to the bathing pool in Guanghan Palace in the imperial city not long ago. thing……

The truth is a little mind-boggling.

What, did you say that Dugu Chanyi explained it to him at the time... Zhao Rong still feels that it is open to discussion in retrospect, mainly because the timing is too coincidental.

Moreover, this empress dowager is not an ordinary beautiful woman, she is very good at acting and pretending to be stupid, and a soft-hearted man will be deceived by her innocent appearance if he is not careful...

But even if he has doubts or disbelief, he will never have the opportunity to ask her to get a solution in the future... He still remembers the scene that he almost saw the failure of sex that day.

At this time, in the sight of the baby fat girl, the young Confucian scholar sitting on the steps was quiet for a while, then suddenly got up.

He clenched his fist in front of his abdomen with one hand, held up the hem of his robe with the other, turned around, and climbed up the stairs.

Climb to the top of the Temple of Heaven.

The baby fat little girl is a bit confused. Could it be that it is written in the books that my sisters like to read. He, a Confucian scholar, suddenly became poetic, so why is it like a spring?

So the little girl tilted her head and asked if she didn't understand:

"My lord, are you seriously ill?"

Tong Yin is immature and very caring.

Zhao Rong didn't speak.

Standing alone at the highest point of the Temple of Heaven is also the highest point of Dali at this moment.

Clothes fluttering.

Moonlight shrouded.

He looks away.

Above the head is a bright moon, which has been hanging for eternity.

At the foot is a high mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there is an endless wasteland.

All are full of nine-day cold palace flowers.

This flower is rumored to come from the Tianchi Lake in the ancient Moon Palace, which can be used to verify the virginal status of the departed woman.

Below, the baby fat little girl was looking at him curiously.

The young Confucian scholar turned his eyes, and once again looked at the clothing of this young and divorced girl.

Tassels on the temples, eyebrows, invisible right shoulder, and left slim waist should have different red flower stickers on the forehead, and a white gauze skirt as white as snow...

"Xianyue Li'er...Xianyue Ancient Ceremony...Primeval Li Ji..."

He stared blankly.

After a moment, take a deep breath.

If you guessed right.

This Mount Jiyue, which is the highest and closest to the bright moon, was once the holy land of the ancient Li clan, where they enshrined the bright moon and worshiped...the ancient Li Jis soared to the nine heavens!

And the legendary Emperor Li was taken into the Nine Heavens Cold Palace from the top of the mountain at the foot...

At this time, the young Confucian scholar pursed his lips and looked around in a daze, at this desolate and empty mountaintop.

And in the age so far away and unknowable, the Emperor Li at that time should be as young and innocent as the baby fat little girl in front of him.

Standing here, she experienced countless unknowable mysterious rituals in the vast ancient rituals comparable to or even better than tomorrow's Zen ceremony, and used the Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers flying all over the sky to verify the pure and holy blood of virgins, Finally, stepping on the bright silver light, he rushed to the bright moon palace above the nine heavens to serve the goddesses of the moon palace.

Together with other Li Jis, go to bear this established tragic fate.

This trip will not return.

till the end.

When the people of the tribe learned about her again, she had already become the nine-day god that the tribe looked up to and worshiped, and was admired by countless monks of the same generation.

The first female sword emperor in the ages.

Under her protection, one of the descendants of the Moon Palace, the Primordial Li Clan, became the master of the ancient Wangque Continent, and ruled for countless years until the Xuanhuang Clan reached the top...

At this moment, at this moment.

On the top of the Temple of Heaven, the young Confucian scholar with a calm face has a suffocating sense of history in his heart.

Boundless and desolate.

That time and this time are in a trance like the next day, and gradually overlapped together, it is difficult to distinguish the past from the present.

"I've seen the ancients before, and I'm the one who came here. I read the heaven and the earth, but I feel sad..."

In the mountain wind and moonlight, his sleeves fluttered, he nodded and muttered softly, speechless for a long time.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong reached out and touched something in his sleeve.

Then, he turned his head and glanced at the lonely lightning strike tree not far away.

He came with the sword pill that contained the Tao of "her", just like a certain sword spirit sighed.

It seems to be a reincarnation, or a kind of attraction somewhere.

Is it a coincidence, or doomed?

After a while.

Zhao Rong was alone, walked down the same path from the Temple of Heaven, and returned to his original place.

"Do you believe in fate?"

He suddenly raised his head and said.

The baby fat and little girl who had been waiting curiously was taken aback when she heard the words, "Fate, what fate? Fate of getting seriously ill?" Her face was puzzled.

Zhao Rong shook his head and said nothing more.

At this moment, for some reason, a strong premonition welled up in his heart.

This premonition, as if someone stuffed something into his mind, started a long time ago, like a cloud of ethereal vapor.

But at this moment, at the top of the Moon Sacrifice Mountain, it seemed that there was a sudden cold air, and the former was about to condense into ice, and an exact sentence came to mind:

Once he borrows the Heavenly Thunder Booming Furnace on this mountain top, he will temper the complete Li Ji Jianwan.

Then there must be mysterious visions appearing!

Zhao Rong didn't know why, but he was very sure of this in his heart at this moment.

He sat down again, sat down on the last step, rubbed his face, and whispered softly:

"There must be some kind of influence left, there must be some, it exists in a corner of this Moon Festival Mountain, waiting for... this sword pill."

Chapter 5 Then I wish you a thunder strike~

"Today, at two o'clock in the afternoon, after about ten breaths, it is a very good time."

At this early morning, a sword spirit suddenly said.

"Ah."

The young Confucian scholar patted the ashes, sat on the last step of the Temple of Heaven, and nodded slightly.

If Meng Zhengjun hadn't lied to him yesterday, at this hour, there would be thunderbolts coming to the top of Jiyue Mountain on time.

And for the past two months, the thunder is the most prosperous day.

Sword Spirit, who was particularly energetic in the middle of the night, smiled.

It points out the "maze" leisurely:

"It's just when you finished the Feng Chan. You should be smart and let the time get closer. Before that... well, there was a tree hole in the old lightning strike tree, which looked quite big. I hid some things in there, so no one will find out..."

"Oh." Zhao Rong nodded again, turned his head slightly, and glanced at the baby fat girl not far away.

The latter may have thought that he was suddenly in a daze, thinking about a problem, which was similar to the sudden poetic excitement in the middle of the night just now, and he was seriously ill again, so he didn't bother him anymore.

At this time, she seemed to be in place again, muttering prayers to the moon above her head.

"Hey, Zhao Rong, you're lucky. You're about to fall asleep, and you just got a pillow. It's rare to have such an opportunity. Tsk tsk, it's not easy. By the way, what were you worried about before, I'm afraid that Meng Zhengjun will recognize it. Your ritual of conferring Zen is not good, so yesterday's attitude was abnormal?"

"Correct."

Zhao Rong responded softly, looked away from the baby fat little girl, put his hands on his knees, and looked down at the rocky ground.

Gui's tone was a little relaxed, and he said happily:

"Hehe, let this old woman be embarrassed, now we don't have to think about it so much, let her be a three-seven-two-one, let's break it with one move, and we will eat her."

"My lord, I tell you that the premonition you just had is a blessed soul that practitioners rarely encounter. According to Taoism, it is the heart that produces a consonance. It needs a specific time, a specific place, and a specific situation to trigger it. It can be divided into several categories... ..."

"A certain derivation technique of the Yin Yang School is a similar path..."

"This situation is very mysterious, and the accuracy is generally extremely high, unless it is strongly intervened..."

Jian Lingyan laughed at Yan Yan, and started the daily routine of popular science with the sword master...

"Oh... um... yes..."

The young Confucian scholar just nodded lightly, answering it from time to time.

He looked at the rocks under his feet, as if he was thinking about something.

Gui's words gradually paused, and he couldn't help frowning:

"Hey, why are you still acting like this? Don't you want to pick a bright moon and send a concubine Zhao Ling? A few days ago at Xia Chong Zhai, you were still playing riddles in front of her, saying that you owe her and that low-grade bamboo horse. You have to double the compensation.”

It is puzzled:

"I remember that you had an agreement with Concubine Zhao Ling before... If you can pick up the moon for her, she will promise you anything..."

Hearing the lady, the dazed young Confucian scholar raised his head and the corners of his mouth curled up.

The purple-clothed sword spirit in the brow chakra glanced at the color of a certain heart lake at this time. There were not many happy colors, and it was similar to... the color of thinking and worrying.

Gui couldn't figure out what this guy was thinking all day, so he curled his lips and said:

"Heh, maybe that little Su can solve the problem, the inner house is harmonious...why, Mr. Zhao, who is so good at coaxing his wife and abducting a little girl, is not satisfied. Is...unhappy?"

Zhao Rong suddenly raised his head, "Where did I go wrong with the ritual of enshrining Zen? Or is it...too routine and unremarkable, making her feel that it is impossible to cause the phenomenon of heaven and earth?"

The question came suddenly, but the tone was extremely serious.

Gui was stunned for a while, then said speechlessly:

"No. You...why do you still think about the Zen ceremony? What's the trouble with this matter? Let it go. Anyway, in the morning, the right time, place and people are on our side. In your words, we Just give that lady a blast, and see if she dares to act like she's teaching us how to do things all day long."