i have a sword fairy

Chapter 508

The significance of Jiyue Mountain to Lidi and Lidi people is difficult to express.

The worship of ancestors and the memories of glory are rooted in the hearts of the people from generation to generation.

However, the ancient Li tribe worshiped the bright moon on the high mountain, and the Moon Mountain, as the sacred place of the Li tribe, appeared in the myths and legends of Lidi, and was never absent.

The ancestors of the Li women in ancient times chanted the song of the bright moon on the top of the moon worship mountain, influenced the gods of the moon palace, received the moon's brilliance to attract them, soared, and the romance of flying to the moon for nine days was the most longed-for myth of every Li person when he was young.

Especially Li Nu.

This is a mountain of myth.

Every speck of dust on the mountain has a heavy and breathless history that weighs on Li Xin's heart.

But right now, the Young Emperor Dali wants to inherit the will of the late emperor, hold a grand sacrificial ceremony at Jiyue Mountain, and enshrine the world of Zen.

Everything is like a 'reappearance of yesterday' of the glory of the ancestors.

The people of Dali, whether they are rich or poor, or hunters in the deep mountains, as long as they hear about this, most of them will come from thousands of miles to sacrifice to Moon Mountain just to see the grand occasion.

Stubbornness makes it difficult for outsiders to understand.

And Dali places also rarely let go of customs clearance documents, allowing a large number of Lidi people to pass the customs.

As a result, people from all directions in Dali flocked to Jiyue Mountain.

The event was unprecedented.

……

At this time, it was about six o'clock in the morning.

The majestic and tall Jiyue Mountain and its tens of miles around were ignited by some kind of passionate emotion.

Like a pot of boiling hot water.

The wilderness at the foot of the mountain used to be empty, but now it is crowded with people from all over Dali.

Everyone looks devout and fanatical.

The Imperial Guards of Dali were heavily equipped, maintained order among the crowd, stood on two walls, and opened up a wide road.

The starting point of this road is the central tent on the wasteland, and the end point is a hill at the foot of Jiyue Mountain, with an altar on the top of the mountain.

And there is a scarlet silk carpet on the avenue.

At this time, the morning sun was protruding from the top of Jiyue Mountain, and the morning light was overwhelming, lighting up the wilderness full of people.

And the gazes of countless people, like this pale golden morning light, followed it and locked on the group of people who were advancing on the carpet of the central avenue.

At the front, there is a young man wearing a dragon embroidered court dress, a luxurious crown, a bright yellow body, a calm complexion, and heads forward.

Followed by a group of Confucian scholars in cloud pattern dress.

Each holds a bronze sacrificial vessel and holds an official document praising virtue.

Hold up a grand canopy for the young emperor Dali.

The young Confucian scholar in the lead, dressed in snow and white, with a calm face, followed every step of the way, and followed beside the young emperor Dali.

At this moment, they are the focus of everyone in the audience.

And behind their protagonist team, they kept a distance and followed this other grand team.

among them.

There is the queen mother Dugushi in veiled white dress, cardamom and snow silkworm to support her, and at the same time she is surrounded by a group of divorced women with string music.

There is Prince Regent Li Mingyi.

There are hundreds of civil and military officials from Dali, and the local dignitaries.

In addition, there is an ordinary but hard to ignore female figure.

Gray Confucian shirt, the pace is rigid.

Meng Zhengjun raised his hand silently and walked behind the team.

Together with Dugu and the others, she stared intently at the team that was doing Zen meditation in the distance.

This old-fashioned female gentleman glanced at the back of a certain young scholar, and then glanced at the sky as if nothing had happened.

On the way, she also raised her eyelids, and occasionally glanced in the direction of the Dongshan Temple of Earth and the Temple of Heaven on the top of the mountain.

Then he will look away lightly.

See everything.

But it seems... not too interested.

At the front of the crowd at the moment, Zhao Rong didn't know this, even if he saw it, he would probably laugh without saying a word.

He is currently concentrating on this newly designed Zen ceremony, strictly implementing it...

The Confucian students of the Academy, such as Dali Youdi and Zhao Rong, walked straight forward without looking sideways.

After about a quarter of an hour, they walked to the hill on the east side of Jiyue Mountain.

This mountain is full of auspicious treasures, and everyone climbs up the mountain on the red carpet.

Walking to the altar of the earth, the altar of the earth is strange and square.

Five-color soil casting.

In front of the team, the young Emperor Dali climbed up to the altar alone.

Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other ceremonial Confucian scholars stopped, turned around, and faced the thousands of people who followed, along with Meng Zhengjun, Dugu Shi, Li Mingyi and others.

Zhao Rong looked straight ahead, not looking at the bland expression of an old-fashioned woman who gave marks throughout the assessment.

He turned his head slightly, saw the young man in the dragon robe had climbed to the top of the square altar, and then turned around.

Loudly announced the beginning of the "Ceremony of Zen".

Everyone fell silent.

After waiting for the surroundings to calm down, the young Confucian scholar stretched out his hand to one side, and took a letter of praise from the student next to him.

Then he didn't immediately read the eulogy, but... looked at Gu Yiwu calmly.

There was a moment of tranquility on the field.

The common people below still had some doubts on their faces, didn't the young Confucian scholar in the snow-white dress say it started, what are you waiting for?
Forgot the words?
People like Meng Zhengjun and Dugu Shi who knew the detailed procedure also frowned slightly.

However, the former quickly loosened his brows, raised his hands, and watched the show without rushing, and didn't bother to remind him, letting a certain young scholar.

At this time, the burly Confucian scholar, who was reminded by his friend's gaze, held back his fists and coughing.

He maintained a dignified demeanor.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded.

is coming……

Gu Yiwu thought to himself... Forget it, let's die if you die, if someone makes a joke in the future, just say...just say it was taught by Ziyu...

The burly scholar gritted his teeth,
Bite the bullet and go straight forward, and at the same time made a small gesture to the surrounding students of Justice Hall.

Cue them to hurry up.

Well, Ziyu wants to recite the eulogy, it's fine if he doesn't come together, but he can't be the only one who loses face and coughs.

All the students secretly complained when they thought of the man temporarily arranged by Zhao Rong this morning.

Although they had secretly rehearsed many times in the hour before the big ceremony, and they were quite proficient, but there are really two different things whether there are people watching or not watching...

Zhao Rong moved his eyes, and calmly glanced at the students of Justice Hall who were trying to pretend to be stupid.

The latter were helpless when they saw this, they couldn't pretend that they didn't see it, so they had to keep their heads down and followed.

Well, anyway, Senior Gu is standing behind him, he is what Mr. Zhao said he debuted in c position, it should be funny, right... very powerful!

In the eyes below are either doubtful, curious, or plain.

The burly Confucian scholar led a group of students to get ready.

They first took out some stick-shaped ritual objects that looked like whisks, and then took their positions. The burly Confucian scholar stood at the front, facing everyone, and then...

Twisting the old man's waist... No... Did he start dancing?
In front of the altar, a group of Confucian scholars wriggled left and right, stomping their feet vigorously in the middle, and at the same time vigorously waving the stick-shaped sacrificial vessel in their hands.

Thousands of people: "..."

Dugu and Li Mingyi: "...??"

The audience was silent.

At this moment, the picture on the stage is simply not too beautiful.

But slowly, the people who were looking at each other also came to their senses, raised their heads, and stared blankly at the scene on the stage.

This is... dancing a sacrificial dance?

Although I don't quite understand why this sacrificial dance is performed at the Fengchan Grand Ceremony, you Confucian scholars will dance in person, but can you dance a little bit better?
The Dugu family also has many stringed women, including cardamom and snow silkworm, whose heads are covered with black lines at this time.

Those who are good at dancing become more and more embarrassed the more they look at them, and they can't bear to look at them suddenly.

Especially the former Dugu, she is also the number one dancer and beauty in Dali.

Looking at the scene arranged by a certain young Confucian scholar on the stage at this moment, Dugu's almond eyes slightly opened in the veiled white dress.

I don't know what wonderful expression is under the veil.

Lidi often sacrifices to the ancestors and gods, and has a complete system of sacrifices, and the ceremonial dance of "using dance to communicate with the gods" is also very well-developed and perfect.

It is used to express the memory of the ancestors, or to hope that the ancestors and gods will bless and bless them.

For example, the waist bell dance is the most common dance for divorced women.

The people in Lidi are very familiar with it, and the girls on the field are very good at it.

All are professional.

That's why the level of "fuck" in their hearts at the moment is so high.

Because right now, this...step dance that Gu Yiwu and other students danced?or something?There is even a waist twisting movement mixed in, which is quite similar to Li Nu's waist bell dance.

But their "bang bang bang", pedaling so hard, so hard... No, what the hell is this, it's a heresy in the dance world!
The corners of the eyes of all the people who left the ground in the audience twitched violently.

Dance at a disagreement?
However, although the atmosphere in the audience was extremely weird and everyone looked wonderful, on the stage, there was a grand royal ceremony and music.

Gu Yiwu was still leading the students of Justice Hall, dancing "passionately" together.

As if they didn't see the embarrassing reaction of everyone in the audience, or under the watchful eye of Zhao Rong behind them, they had no choice but to write on their scalps.

"Uh, the dance is a bit ugly, but it's not our fault, we all danced according to Ziyu's instructions... Forget about being afraid of the ball, Ziyu said that as long as we are not embarrassed, the embarrassing ones are others... But by the way, the dance Ziyu gave is a bit familiar, where have I seen it..."

Gu Yiwu and other Zhengyi Hall students were secretly thinking, encouraging and cheering.

Following someone's prior arrangement, they danced the ritual objects in their hands, stepped left and right, and the sound of their footsteps became heavier and heavier...

Bang bang bang——! ! !
The sound of stepping on the ground resounded throughout the audience, even overshadowing the musical instruments, and there were echoes echoing inside and outside...

Feeling a little bit shaken.

As if really caught off guard by this "earth shaking and mountain shaking", Dugu Chanyi couldn't stand still, her jade legs seemed to be limp and ready to fall.

Fortunately, he was supported by Cardamom and Snow Silkworm who were quick-eyed and quick-handed.

"Miss, are you alright?"

The girls also struggled to look away from the soul dancers, and expressed concern to Dugu Chanyi.

"Aijia... Aijia..."

The most honored widow in Dali, he called himself several times, and his chest heaved up and down.

Then she quickly closed her beautiful eyes, temporarily saving her life.

Read on, Yaoshou.

Dugu Chan's jade hand pinched the orchid's slender fingers, and rubbed her smooth eyebrows vigorously for a while.

"...It's okay, Ai's family is fine."

After Dugu Chanyi regained her breath, she gnawed the silver tooth ball into pieces.

She tried her best to open her almond eyes, and glared at the calm young Confucian scholar on the stage.

"Zhao Ziyu..."

The woman gritted her teeth angrily, biting these words.

Dugu Chanyi really wanted to tell someone.

Can not jump.

Pretty face expression will be very sincere.

If it doesn't work, if you must dance, then you can come to her, and she can send the exquisite dancer Xianyue Linu to dance.

You can send as many stringed musicians as you want to dance.

Isn't this better than you big men jumping on it?
At this time, Zhao Rong also felt the sights from below, including the one where a certain woman wanted to eat people.

However, he was really unmoved, staring carefully at Brother Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall for a while.

Zhao Rong's ears were filled with the sound of loud footsteps.

He nodded secretly.

There are two things that everyone does not know.

The first thing is, in fact, the Yangko-like dance that Gu Yiwu and others are dancing right now was choreographed by Zhao Rong on the spot.

Well, I refer to the Li Nu dance music I have seen in the Dali court these days.

Therefore, the small waist is twisted so "elegant" and has the custom of leaving the ground, which is suitable for divorced women.

But he was afraid that Gu Yiwu and the others would be embarrassed to jump after they knew about it, so he explained it, and only said that it was an ancient sacrificial ritual from an ancient book.

Moreover, Zhao Rong also thoughtfully added a stick to brother Yiwu to let him let go of the dance...

The second thing is that the core of this wonderful ritual dance is not twisting, or even dancing.

It was the action of Gu Yiwu and the others stepping on their feet.

That's why Zhao Rong didn't go to the Dugu family to borrow the string music to leave the girls to dance, because how could these girls show off the aura of the big men on the stage?
at this time.

Under the altar of earth established in accordance with the principle of round sky and local area.

Dressed in white clothes, the young Confucian scholar stood still, closing his eyes slightly, and listened for a while to the sound of stamping on the ground like "the sky was shaking and the earth was shaking".

"...Oh, Brother Wu is still modest, he can't do it, the stick is flying up, and the effect of stepping on the ground is surprisingly good. It's this kind of momentum, stepping out of a tiger's wind, stepping out of a fast-paced, stepping out of a life that seems like a world away. ...Wake up all the masters of the land, if they really exist, then take a good look at my gift..."

At a certain moment, the young Confucian scholar smiled.

He turned around directly, facing the crowd, and opened the sacred decree in his hand, matching the great ceremony of the young emperor Dali bowing to the ground on the top of the altar.

Loudly read out the words of praise to the spirit of the earth.

Right now, with Zhao Rong's clear voice blending with the hard-working stomping sounds of the Confucian scholars, the entire audience was shaken.

The doubting and criticizing crowd gradually quieted down, stopped making noise, and watched and listened to this earth altar sacrifice.

But it is different from the stringed women who are suppressing doubts, and Dugu who is frowning and annoyed.

At the end of the crowd, a certain old-fashioned female gentleman with a calm and casual expression, now his eyes seemed to be glued to something.

She stared at the student surnamed Zhao with a bright smile on the stage without blinking, and the students who were dancing the 'twist yangko dance'.

Meng Zhengjun, who was in the crowd, did not show the slightest sign of being amused like the others around him.

in contrast.

Her face was serious, and someone took a step forward, avoiding the crowd blocking her view.

Silently stared at the top for a while.

The more I watched, the more silent I became.

In the entire Dali, before this, only she, the etiquette teacher, probably knew that in etiquette, the language of the earth is 'earthquake'.

The old-fashioned polite lady narrowed her eyes.

So this is... that kid's newly designed land-reporting gift!

……

　I'm sorry, brothers, I fell asleep while coding last night... I got up in the middle of the night and fell asleep again after coding for a while. It's been very strange these days. I think I stayed up all night without blinking. I've been dozing off lately...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)