The world of rebirth

Wenzhen was actually very depressed, but even if he was angry again, his endurance was much better than that of His Royal Highness who grew up safely, so he was forced to go to the point of offering sacrifices to heaven, and the decorations of Qianqing Palace were not damaged by him. It's not like the furnishings in the side hall of the Qianqing Palace, which were almost replaced with new ones after the prince met Ning Yunjin.

The preliminary preparations for offering sacrifices to heaven and praying for rain are skilled workers for the Ministry of Rites and the Sitian Supervisor. Although it is the first time to pray for rain in the Tianshou dynasty, the preparations according to the notes left by the previous dynasty are definitely correct.In less than a day, they selected the auspicious day of the zodiac, and within three days they prepared the supplies needed for worshiping the heaven.

As the newly promoted first-class captain of light vehicles, Ning Yunjin was also very honored to participate in this sacrifice to heaven and pray for rain. Although his position was ranked at the bottom of all civil and military officials, a child as big as a bean was at least in the middle of the capital. It is particularly eye-catching among the young people's team.

But on such a serious occasion, no one dared to desert, so he escaped from the tableware being watched, so he could concentrate on watching Wen Zhen's performance.

The Fengtian people are descendants of the Xia Dynasty, and they have their own way of offering sacrifices to the heavens, but they still use the Temple of Heaven left by the previous dynasty after entering the pass, with only minor changes in the process.

When the auspicious time arrived, the drums and music blared together, and then Wenzhen appeared slowly in his uniform, with a twelve-pointed crown hanging from the front and back, a long sword on his waist, and a Zhengui in his hand.

Behind him are [-] priests in white dresses. They hold pigs, mutton and beef, blood, big soup (gravy), gaotang (vegetable juice with salt), wine, jade, etc. as sacrifices. Bi, Yugui, Jinbo, etc.

Wen Zhen walked slowly to a firewood pile that had already been set up, took the torch handed by the waiter and lit it, and immediately the firewood pile with combustion-supporting materials ignited blazingly.

Behind him, the priests holding jade bi, jade gui, and brocade silk came to Wen Zhen one by one, and he took them from the plates they were holding and threw them into the fire one by one.Every time he threw a sacrifice into the fire, the fire became more prosperous. When the last piece of brocade was thrown into the fire, the flames burst with a bang, and a wisp of green smoke rose straight up, as if about to burst into flames. Straight into the sky.

After the fire was burning vigorously, Ning Yunjin could feel a rush of heat even if he stood so far away.He also participated in offering sacrifices to the heavens, but obviously the offerings to the heavens at that time were completely different from this time. He said that the procedure called "sacrificing sacrifices" just now was good enough to make the smoke rise in the past.

He couldn't help but look at Wen Zhen who didn't change his face in front of the fire with admiration. He was too hot to stand so far away, and that guy still had a full twelve-piece suit!Sure enough, those who can be emperors are those who can endure what others cannot bear!

Naturally, Wen Zhen didn't know that there were still people thinking wildly on such a prudent occasion, and his character was that once he did it, he had to do it well.With the sound of drum music, the corpse representing the incarnation of the Emperor of Heaven appeared on the stage, and he presented the sacrifices one by one, first blood, then wine, and then other sacrifices, offering a total of nine times before and after, until he was dressed as the corpse of the Emperor of Heaven. After tasting, Wenzhen's most important work began.

A group of priests in white clothes with terrifying masks appeared on the high platform. Wen Zhen changed into a beautiful white robe, drew out the long sword at his waist, and began to perform a sacrificial dance to the drums.

Different from the "Cloud Gate" music and dance used by the Han people in the Da Zhou Dynasty, the music and dance "Da Xia" originated from the Fengtian tribe in the Xia Dynasty was originally intended to promote martial arts and deter the people. , showing the man's masculinity.

Ning Yunjin was amazed. This was the first time he had seen Wenzhen dance a sacrificial dance. In later generations, Wenzhen had already mastered the government, so he would not waste his energy to dance himself. Even when the emperor offered sacrifices to heaven, he would let People act on their behalf, and they themselves only do the previous sacrifices.

Wen Zhen looks a little thin and thin. Although he is more than 1.8 meters tall, he is usually wrapped in a crown dress, and he can't see his figure at all. The feeling has completely changed.

When he was jumping or stretching, the robe would stick to his body, and he could clearly see the well-proportioned muscles, full of masculine beauty, and vividly interpreted the essence of the sacrificial dance.

Ning Yunjin didn't realize that he was dumbfounded. The so-called layman watches the excitement, and the insider watches the way. Although he has just stepped into the threshold of blood power, he is different from ordinary people after all.

The other officials may be simply attracted by Wen Zhen's exquisite music and dance, but he can already see that as Wen Zhen's every movement is completed, there is a white wave that is almost invisible to the naked eye from the tip of the sword. The mist stretched out, and the mist rose towards the sky like a silk thread, entangled with the blue smoke on the fire and stretched into the sky.

Before the dance was over, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the rolling thunder even blocked the thundering drum music.When the whole ceremony was over, a long-awaited downpour fell. Although everyone was drenched like a drowned chicken, they were all happy in their hearts. With the cheers outside, one can imagine that the warm atmosphere outside must be more jubilant than these self-assured elders!

Civil and military officials left one by one in order. Although Ning Yunjin often heard about the power of the Fengtian clan's bloodline, it was the first time he had witnessed it with his own eyes. What artificial rainfall has more cows.

But his gaze was fixed on Wen Zhen, so naturally he didn't miss Wen Zhen's almost unsteady stand after the dance, he was supported by someone - or pushed away, his face was as pale as white paper generally.

Ning Yunjin couldn't imagine Wen Zhen who appeared so weak in front of people. That good-looking man would not change his face even if he cut his flesh and bones, so Ning Yunjin can conclude that the price he paid should not be small, no wonder The late emperor passed away so early!

On the way back, Ning Yunjin was naturally in the same car as Ning Jingxian. Seeing his son's serious face and frowning, he asked curiously, "What are you worrying about? I haven't seen you since it rained so hard. Be a bit happier."

"Father, will I be like the emperor in the future?" Ning Yunjin asked worriedly, "It seems that the emperor seems to be in a bad mood..."

Ning Jingxian froze for a moment, then thought of the emperor's weak appearance, and felt a burst of sob.He shook his head and said, "You are a heaven worshiper, no one will ask you to do sacrifices nowadays."

Ning Yunjin was a little puzzled, wouldn't the stronger a person be, the more he should do something like this?It is said that the price paid by such a person who prays for rain and sacrifices to the sky will be much smaller.

Still a child after all!On the contrary, it was the first time for Ning Jingxian to rejoice that he had escaped from the imperial palace, and that he also possessed such an excellent ability as a heaven worshiper.

He gently touched his son's head and said, "You are different. There are almost no people in the clan who can awaken the ability to worship the sky. The great master is related to the future of the entire Fengtian clan. A heaven worshiper and a quasi-grand master It is the patron saint of the tribe in the future, which is more important than the country and the country to the whole tribe, and that is the way out for all of us."

Seeing that he was still ignorant and deep in thought, Ning Jingxian raised the corners of his mouth slightly and stopped talking, he believed that when his son grew up, he would naturally understand!

In fact, Ning Yunjin understood faster than he imagined, and he had already figured out the key point almost as soon as he lowered his head.It just didn't occur to him for a moment that they had been in the customs for almost half a century, and the people of the Fengtian clan were still so prepared, worried that they would be forced out of the customs one day.

If there really was such a day, there would be a world of difference between having a Grand Master and not having a Grand Master. The former may allow the entire tribe to continue to survive, while the latter may lead to the extinction of the tribe.No wonder Mr. Ouhou doesn't have to do anything, as long as he lives well, even the emperor will support him.

After the sacrifice to heaven and praying for rain, Ning Yunjin's heart gradually calmed down.His study life is very tense, but it is also full of fun, so he feels a bit gratified.

Among the three teachers, the one who is the easiest to get along with is Qingyangzi. This teacher really can bear the sincere and pure evaluation that Ning Taoxu gave him. It feels good, even though the invitation to accept apprentices was rejected, he still devoted himself to teaching Ning Yunjin.

In addition to Taoism, he would also impart some of his own martial arts experience on a whim, teaching him how to play the flute, etc., making Ning Yunjin look forward to the next lecture with him every time.

And the most difficult teacher is naturally Mr. Jianting!He can almost be called a synonym for a strict teacher.

In terms of schoolwork, his requirements are simply meticulous, and if he makes mistakes, he will be slapped.Even though the ruler, which was more brutal than eighteen kinds of weapons, was only made of a two-finger-wide bamboo board, it was a pain in the heart when it hit the palm of the hand.After Ning Yunjin tasted it once, he never wanted to be beaten again.

That time, it was indeed his own fault. Relying on his good memory, he read the homework assigned by Mr. once and didn’t read it through. It was exactly the same in the book, Mr. Jianting naturally knew the tricks in it, and he was so angry that his right heart was swollen.

His hand was swollen half a foot high, and he had to grab a pen to copy it. Although he was taken care of by the female elders when he returned home, he was taught by his father to beat him well. , but since then he really didn't dare to relax in the slightest.He also understood a truth, although the talent is his own, but if the knowledge is not learned in the heart, it is meaningless.

But since then, Mr. Jianting has obviously paid more attention to the cultivation of his xinxing, and asked him to reflect three times a day.At first Ning Yunjin was not used to it, but sometimes sitting in the carriage, listening to the sound of raindrops pattering on the roof of the carriage, and occasionally thinking of Wen Zhen's pale face, his heart would get stronger and stronger for some reason. peaceful.

As for Ning Yunjin, another highly respected teacher, it is rare for him to see him as an old man. Most of the time, he throws a book for himself to memorize, and has the teacher check and accept it every five days, and then gets another one.

Time flies and before you know it, more than half a year has passed. When the earth is warm and the flowers are blooming, Ning Yunjin still has no chance to try to use the power of blood, but only learned a lot of basic knowledge.

Just when he was bent on learning, the people in the capital gradually fell into a panic.

On March 12th, the [-]th year of Tianshou, the crown prince got smallpox, and the emperor stopped court.The next day, Ning Yunjin didn't get up on time for the first time, and his fever persisted.