i have a sword fairy

The young Confucian scholar's slender body fluttered in the mountain wind with his sleeves fluttering.

The next moment, the sharp sword in his hand was out of its sheath.

He leaned over his desk, using the sharp edge of his sword, to engrave something on the golden book.

It was a little rusty at first, but after a while, it became proficient, and the pen took off.

Not far away, when Dali Youdi changed his clothes, Zhao Rong completed the inscription on a golden book.

He put away the documents, calmly picked up the golden book, and under the tense eyes of Dugu and others, he read out the document to repay the merits of Tian Songde.

All around, the process was strictly followed, and solemn rituals and music were played at the same time.

Zhao Rong's sonorous and powerful voice, mixed with rites and music, spread across the top of the mountain in the mountain wind.

The Dugu family and other big dignitaries breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there is just a strange and abrupt golden book engraving process, there is no major change, it is a pre-arranged process.

Although I don't know why this strange Mr. Zhao did this.

The crowd of Dali people who crowded the top of the mountain quieted down, listening to the magnificent ceremony, music and eulogy.

This should be the gift of repaying heaven.

At the back of the crowd, Meng Zhengjun, who had been serious since the altar of the earth, waited quietly for a while again. At this time, he glanced at the young Confucian scholar in front of him who was honestly praising meritorious deeds, exhaled slightly, and relaxed a little.

From this point of view, the astonishing gift of the earth altar was just an accident, or it could be said that this stinky boy met a dead mouse.

The old-fashioned female gentleman shook her head, then snorted softly, lowered her head in disinterest, and straightened her sleeves.

After a while, Zhao Rong finally read the somewhat obscure inscription carefully word by word.

It seems to be a ceremony.

The crowd cheered loudly, and countless Li people shouted long live the Emperor Li.

The young Confucian scholar lowered his eyes, as if he didn't hear this, he focused on rolling up the golden book in his hand.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the young emperor Dali stepped forward on the red blanket in the center.

The young emperor and Zhao Rong looked at each other.

The latter handed out the golden book in his hand.

Young Emperor Dali took it solemnly with both hands, turned around, and faced the direction of the Temple of Heaven.

The world gradually silenced, and everyone stared wide-eyed, earnestly looking forward to the upcoming appearance of the young emperor—the last step of kneeling down to thank heaven and earth after completing the ceremony of Fengchan.

The atmosphere on the top of the mountain is solemn, welcoming the arrival of the last moment.

Holding the Golden Book of Ode to Virtue, which he could only half understand, Young Emperor Dali walked towards the Temple of Heaven.

However, just as he was about to approach the Temple of Heaven, the footsteps of the young man in dragon robe, which was the focus of everyone's attention, turned suddenly.

Slightly shifted the orientation.

He walked straight towards somewhere next to the Temple of Heaven.

In that direction, there is an ancient Leigui planted by someone.

Up and down the mountain, the jubilation that had just risen from the crowd was like a flame being doused by a basin of water.

The whole place was silent.

Your Majesty... What are you going to do, isn't it going to the Temple of Heaven to enshrine Zen?Wrong way?

Everyone stared blankly at the young emperor's back, and immediately looked at Zhao Rong and other Confucian scholars who were in charge of Fengchan.

However, the latter stood there with their hands down, motionless, quietly watching the behavior of the young emperor Dali.

As if I already knew it.

Everyone was a little confused.

Among the crowd, Meng Zhengjun, who lowered his head and straightened his sleeves, paused.

She raised her head slowly, squinting at... the metal book held by You Disha, and the ancient scorched thunderwood.

The hand in the sleeve of the old-fashioned woman suddenly twitched...

On the other side of the crowd, Dugu Chanyi couldn't stand anymore, and hurriedly took a step forward, as if trying to stop something, but was quickly held back by Cardamom and Snow Silkworm.

"My lady, my lady. You can't go, you can't go, don't break the rules..."

The second daughter persuaded with her voice pressed down.

"Aijia... Aijia..."

The noble Empress Dowager Dali's jade legs seemed to be a little soft again, she supported the arms of Cardamom and Snow Silkworm to stabilize her delicate body.

"How dare Zhao Ziyu? How dare! Aijia... Aijia fought him..."

Dugu Chanyi opened her almond eyes, looked into the eyes of the two daughters, Dou Ko and Xue Can, gritted her silver teeth, and asked some unbelievable questions.

"Your Majesty, please calm down... what if... what if it's Mr. Zhao's ingenuity..."

"He's a fart, he just wants to take revenge on Aijia..."

Dugu Chanyi closed her eyes and looked up, squeezed the silk handkerchief and pinched the orchid fingers, rubbed the center of her brows vigorously, and said in a sad tone.

Quiet, she puffed up and opened her eyes, staring at the field, to take a closer look at what the bad man was going to do.

At this moment, Zhao Rong didn't seem to notice the criticism from the crowd, and his eyes were fixed on the back of the young emperor Dali.

At this time, in the sight of countless people, Young Emperor Dali held the golden book in his hand, and came to the side of the moon altar, in front of the scorched thunder wood.

He stood on tiptoe and put the golden book that the gentleman in his hand carved himself into the tree hole of Lei Mu.

The boy seemed relieved and took a step back.

Then following the gentleman's instructions, he knelt down and bowed to the thunder wood.

This was supposed to take place at the Temple of Heaven.

In an instant, the seemingly disrespectful behavior of the young emperor Dali caused a thunderous noise among the crowd on the mountain and down the mountain.

Whoa-!

Wave after wave.

The sound waves roared like a tsunami.

The young man in the dragon robe could feel the countless puzzled gazes behind him, mixed with countless dissenting remarks, gathered together, and then rushed towards him like a heavy pressure.

The young man in the dragon robe, who was facing away from the crowd, turned paler, and sweat the size of soybeans gradually gathered on his forehead, flowing over his brows, bridge of nose... and finally dripped down his chin in a stream.

The thin back and shoulders of the young man seemed to be weighed down by some kind of rock.

Some can't hold on.

"Is the queen mother watching..."

He was suffocated, and suddenly felt that the crown on his head was so heavy that he would bow his head forever, unable to lift it up again.

But the next second.

"No, Mr. Zhao is looking at me! I am the emperor of Dali...I only rely on myself!"

Li Wangque gritted his teeth fiercely, and a rusty smell escaped from his mouth. He raised his noble head, which was pressed by a heavy crown, as if struggling, and his waist was also straight.

The young man in the dragon robe twitched his cheeks, firmly suppressing his fear, and continued to salute the ancient thunder wood with firm eyes.

I don't know how long it has passed, just when the crowd is about to completely boil.

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

As if reappearing from yesterday, a certain old-fashioned female gentleman whistled for warning, and his serious voice resounded in all directions.

The crowd on the top of the mountain receded like a tide.

The Dugu clan and the dignitaries of Dali retreated immediately.

However, after dozens of breaths, when the people who retreated from the top of the mountain looked back, they found something unusual:

In front of the thunder tree, Young Emperor Dali still knelt down and saluted without any intention of retreating.

There are also Confucian scholars headed by Zhao Rong, standing in place, motionless, calmly watching the young man in dragon robe who is adhering to the great etiquette under the thunder tree.

The young emperor and Confucian scholars, like statues carved out of marble, stayed beside the scorched thunder wood on the top of the mountain.

It constitutes this strange picture in the eyes of thousands of people.

"Queer!"

Dugu Chanyi, who seldom called the boy by his nickname and often made the boy polite, was dumbfounded and exclaimed.

The people who witnessed this were also suffocated.

The woman's voice resounded through the thundercloud-covered silent mountaintop, and the young emperor and Confucian scholars remained unmoved.

the next moment.

The peak of Sacrificial Moon Mountain was filled with snow-white thunder.

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Chapter 5 and Nine: The Great Ceremony of Fengchan (End)

The inscription on the golden book written by Zhao Rong is not a peerless sacrificial inscription.

It's just a well-behaved article praising Dali's merits and morals.

Because his purpose is to build a ritual form that is very suitable for heaven.

Rituals are not important.

Confucian monks who follow the path of etiquette do not pay much attention to literary and rhetoric, unlike Confucianism in poetry and Confucianism in classics and art.

For the Fengshan Grand Ceremony, the most important thing is the process and form of this great gift to heaven.

Just like the wonderful dance at the Dongshan Ditan not long ago.

But right now, this sky thunder is the key that Zhao Rong keenly aimed at.

Whether God has eyes or not, he doesn't know whether he can see the inscription on the cliff on the east side.

But Zhao Rong knew that thunder and lightning must be one of the sounds closest to the way of heaven!

Boom-! ! !

At this moment, the myriad thunderbolts that arrive as scheduled every day descend on the summit of Moon Mountain.

It's just that today's Thunderbolt happened to be the most prosperous in several months.

After a hundred breaths, Thunder's momentum remained undiminished.

Under the Temple of Heaven, the young Confucian scholar in white tightly pursed his lips.

Under his leadership, Dali Youdi stayed on the top of the mountain with Gu Yiwu and other students from the Hall of Justice.

Everyone stood still.

Like a statue.

Above the head, there is a snow-white 'Thunder Pool'.

This thunder pool filled their field of vision, as if it would fall at any moment and hit Zhao Rong and the others on their heads.

Moreover, the thunder pond also has a steady stream of new sky thunder, which descends from the clouds and replenishes it.

The whole thunder pond is crumbling.

However, even so, a strange scene happened.

All the thunder and lightning were attracted by a thunder tree in the center of the mountain top, and went towards it.

The scene right now is like a pool with only one drainage pipe, all the snow-white lightning water flows into a slender, charred 'water pipe'.

Only occasionally some 'water streams' splash out, in random places...

Although Zhao Rong looked calm, he silently stared at the back of the dragon-robed boy in front of him.

But the hands in his sleeves were tightly clasped, and his fingers were pinched so hard that they turned blue and white.

This was already the most perfect gift he could design with all his heart and soul.