i have a sword fairy

Chapter 509

On the east side of the foot of Jiyue Mountain.

On an auspicious hill full of rare and exotic animals, the ceremony of reporting the earth on the square earth altar is still going on.

In the clear singing of the young Confucian scholar in white clothes like snow.

On the top of the altar, the Young Emperor Dali, who was wearing a bright yellow dress, knelt down devoutly.

At the bottom of the altar, a group of Confucian scholars danced in strange poses.

The people of Dali almost crowded the hill, watching silently together with the dignitaries of Li court headed by the Dugu family.

The crowd didn't notice that the gaze of a certain old-fashioned female gentleman, who was originally calm, gradually changed when she looked at the stage, and the whole person became more and more silent.

The ceremony on the altar, except for the extra link of the sudden "dance" at the beginning, everything else was carried out step by step.

About half an hour later, the process of Ditan will be introduced.

The Young Emperor Dali solemnly stepped down from the altar, under the altar, a crowd of priests and Confucian scholars had already arrived in a cart and waited.

The cattail cart is drawn by nine white horses, and the wheels are wrapped with cattail cattails to avoid damage to the grass, trees, soil and rocks on the mountain road.

The Young Emperor Dali boarded the chariot, and Zhao Rong, who was the chief priest, acted as the coachman.

The pu chariot drove, and the other Confucian priests followed closely behind the young emperor's chariot, not exceeding one step.

The Dugu family led the officials and the people of Dali, accompanied the young emperor in his car, and followed closely behind.

The crowd was like a gap opened in the dead Bitan, and the still water flowed, rushing towards the gap.

In the front, a young Confucian scholar in white, carrying the young Emperor Dali, drove westward all the way to the top of the Moon Festival.

……

This is a deserted ruin.

It may have been a magnificent city once, but no one knows who built it, but now there are only ruins left on the ground.

The ruins are full of Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers.

All the buildings have withered, only the flowers of the bright moon stubbornly stick out from the cracks or rocks of the collapsed ancient buildings, and bloom to their heart's content.

The surroundings and the top of this ruined city are all dark stone walls.

Old and hard, I don't know the age.

However, it is full of traces of the years, and occasionally there are a few murals left behind, which have long been washed away by the long river of time, and the few remaining paintings arouse people's imagination.

Here seems to be a hollowed out underground, like a huge ancient sarcophagus, carefully sealing up the ruins.

The entire space is in the shape of a circular frustum, which becomes narrower as it goes up, until it reaches a circular dome.

I don't know where it is located, it's an unknowable place.

There is an ancient and stale smell in the ruins, and the air is extremely silent, as if the heavy mud of history has been poured into the sarcophagus, which is so solidified that it is difficult to breathe.

The atmosphere was unspeakably barren and desolate.

Among the ruins, occasionally there are some strange buildings, and the terrible prohibition seems to be still there.

The style of these ancient buildings has an exotic style, and it also reveals a little mystery.

Besides the Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers blooming all over the ground, the only source of light in the ruins of this unknown place comes from the dome above.

The dome is very strange.

round.

Half of it was pitch-black rock, and the other half... was a crescent moon.

A first-quarter moon in the shape of azure glass.

To be precise, it is a dome made of azure colored glass, shaped like a crescent moon.

It complements the dome of the rock, forming the circular top.

At this time, above the ruins, a light blue light shines through the blue glazed crescent dome.

Therefore, this is a ruin shrouded in light blue light.

On the top of the glazed dome, there is an unknown liquid substance, which seems to be constantly flowing and changing.

As a result, the light blue light leaking from it kept changing continuously.

Sometimes it is strong and sometimes it falls, and sometimes it is weak and sometimes it is thick.

Form a strange and dreamy picture.

Because of the position of the crescent glass dome and the refraction of light.

This quiet and changing light blue light fell on the ruins below, and it was also uneven.

Among them, there is a place with the most radiance, which is a strange pavilion located near the center of the ruins.

The pavilion is made of pure crystal material, as are the tables and chairs in the pavilion.

At this time, under the light of light blue light.

The crystal pavilion shines brightly and is very shiny.

It is also a relatively well-preserved building in the entire ruins. Compared with the surrounding dilapidated and collapsed buildings, the crystal diamond-like material seems to make it more resistant to the washing of time and water.

Stand firm.

Around the crystal pavilion, there is a hot spring pool, which is actually running water, and steaming hot spring water is continuously emerging from the spring eyes at the bottom of the pool...

It added a bit of vitality to the entire ancient and dilapidated ruins.

Beside the hot spring pool, Nine Heavens Hangong flowers are blooming, and compared to other places, they are extraordinarily prosperous.

At this moment, if a young Confucian scholar is present, the combination of the pavilion and the hot spring pool will definitely make him feel very familiar.

It seems that I have seen it somewhere not long ago...

However, there is no beauty couch in the Crystal Pavilion at this time.

There are only tables and chairs carved in crystal.

The arc is perfect like a work of art.

But these are not the most eye-catching objects in the pavilion at the moment.

Inside the pavilion, on the crystal table, an extremely clean palace dress was quietly placed.

It is neatly folded without a trace of wrinkle, and placed beside the edge of the table, it seems that it is convenient for its owner to pick it up.

I don't know what material this neatly folded palace dress is made of. The soft fabric is blue-gold in color.

At first glance, people feel extremely noble!Not vulgar.

At the same time, the fabric exudes a hazy milky white halo, like the full moonlight.

This is also the only place in the entire desolate ruins where human traces exist.

I don't know who it is, who has entered this ancient and lifeless ruins, and neatly placed this elegant and noble palace dress on this crystal table...

at the moment.

Blue-gold palace attire.

Dazzling Crystal Pavilion.

There are also steaming hot spring pools...

All of this is quiet, the same as other places in the ruins.

Seems to be waiting for something to come.

At a certain moment, there was a faint noise.

Like jubilation, I don't know where it came from, quietly echoing in the ruins...

……

At the top of the mountain, on the round Temple of Heaven, all the rituals have been prepared.

At this time, the mountain wind is majestic and the sun is shining brightly.

Everyone came.

It was two quarters noon.

The most critical step in the ceremony of Feng Chan is ushered in, and it is also the last step of the grand finale.

The Temple of Heaven offers sacrifices to the sky and repays the merits of the sky.

In full view.

Four sacrificial Confucian scholars stepped forward to change the solemn yellow harvest robes for the young emperor Dali.

Gu Yiwu folded his hands together to hold a majestic crown, and put it on for the young emperor.

On the other side, Zhao Rong was dressed in white, but he walked straight to a prepared table under the round Temple of Heaven.

A piece of gold foil paper lay flat on the table, as thin as a cicada's wing, two feet square.

He reached out and took out a sharp sword from his sleeve.

This action, which was not planned, immediately attracted the attention of everyone.

Especially a certain stunning queen mother in a masked white dress, her breasts were heaving again.

She stood at the front of the crowd, bit her red lips under her white veil, slightly opened her almond eyes, and stared at the upcoming actions of the young Confucian scholar in the distance...

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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(End of this chapter)