Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1091
Just when everyone was guessing what the strange thing that the Xirong people were carrying was, the opening bell rang.

The buzzing discussion in the audience suddenly stopped, and everyone opened their eyes wide, looking at the two teenagers who climbed onto the high platform one behind the other.

The order of going on stage is determined by lottery. In order to save time, two practitioners of the same kind of art are selected to go on stage together. One person finishes and the other immediately picks up.

This not only saves the time for the ceremony officials to prepare, but also makes it more difficult and interesting.

You know, when one person is competing, another person stands on the stage and looks at him.

Although they are not compared together, it is undoubtedly like fighting in a ring. If the mental quality is not good enough, whoever is on the stage with them will definitely affect the practitioner's own state.

This is not the scariest thing, if the people in the same group are too good, the public's attention will be drawn away until the next person on stage can't get out, and the next person's misery can be imagined.

Ying Baoyue had already seen practitioners who were also planning to choose a dance, praying not to meet Ji Jiashu.

At this time, a gong sounded on the high platform, and the No. 1 practitioner had already started.

It was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, dressed in a toga with long sleeves, bowing to the rising sun in the east.

"Sure enough, it's a gift."

Listening to the examiners reporting the performance of this person, Chen Zichu said with emotion, "Even if we know that the result is the people's vote, there are still such idiots who don't hit the south wall and don't look back."

Although the order of appearance in the Six Arts Competition is a lottery, the order of appearance of different categories is arranged according to the order of the Six Arts.

Ritual, music, archery, royal, book, number.

The music includes two forms of instrumental music and dance music.

But no matter how many tricks there are in the latter ones, etiquette is the first of the six arts.

But the more solemn the ceremony, the more obscure it is for the common people.

At this moment, watching the young man on the high platform knelt and bowed meticulously, there were whispers in the crowd below the stage.

"What is this man praying for? Are you tired after praying so many times?"

"What do you know? This is ritual, and it's not something you, a muddy leg, can understand!"

"I don't understand, but has this kid finished praying? What the hell is this? It's really boring."

Listening to the people's unscrupulous comments, the body of the examinee who was kneeling meticulously on the stage trembled, and an expression of shame and anger appeared on his face involuntarily.

Many members of the aristocratic family in the audience showed sympathy on their faces, and many of them glared at the people with contempt.

But when the common people saw the disdainful eyes of the aristocrat, they talked louder, and the practitioners who were still prostrating on the stage were so angry that even their flat arms trembled.

"This person chose the wrong direction."

At this time, a gentle male voice sounded beside Ying Baoyue and the others. Ying Baoyue looked up, and it turned out to be Ji Qingyuan.

Because of the introduction of public voting this time, the public is also regarded as a member of the Six Arts Battle. The public watching the battle and the practitioners participating in the battle can gather around the stage to watch, and everyone is crowded together. After the competition started, Ji Qingyuan, Ji Ange, etc. People also crowded around Ying Baoyue and the others, and everyone finally stood together.

"You mean, he shouldn't choose the ceremony?"

"No," Ji Qingyuan shook his head, "Etiquette is for enlightenment, and it is to be respected through one's own actions. Since you have chosen etiquette, no matter what comments you receive, you should bear it without changing your face."

"Husband rituals, the scriptures of heaven, the righteousness of the earth, and the behavior of the people."

Ji Qingyuan spoke quietly.

"If a person who chooses etiquette cannot even control his own behavior, how can he talk about educating the people."

Ji Qingyuan's voice calmed down the aristocratic family members who were filled with righteous indignation, and they looked at him with uncertain expressions.

Ying Baoyue was also a little surprised, she didn't expect Ji Qingyuan, who was imprisoned by Ji Mo since childhood, to say such words, but at the same time, she was a little relieved, reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, the great wish he made to her when she was a child, Ji Qingyuan obviously did it, at least the first half.

"You're right." Ying Baoyue raised her head and looked at the practitioner who was already prostrating on the stage, who couldn't hide his panic.

No matter where the source of ritual is, any rule, the first person to formulate and implement it must be like a monster in the eyes of others.

If you are not firm enough yourself, how can you influence others.

In the midst of panic and laughter, the first practitioner who came to the stage to demonstrate the Six Arts finished his salute in embarrassment.

Seeing his appearance, many practitioners in the audience who were preparing to choose the ceremony showed hesitation on their faces.

Before taking the stage, many practitioners thought that they could influence the people with their solemn actions and beautiful etiquette, but until No.1 ended in embarrassment, many people found that the path of a saint is not so easy.

Of course, most people don't think it's their own problem.

"Dead wood can't be carved!"

"A group of foolish people, hard to enlighten!"

Seeing many practitioners go to the examiner to change the category, Chen Zichu curled his lips, "I thought this group of people were so determined, they retreated when they couldn't impress the common people?"

"After all, it's about grades," Ying Baoyue smiled. "There is only one chance, so naturally I dare not take risks."

At this time, many people showed sympathetic eyes to the remaining practitioner on the stage.

Practitioners who have not yet appeared on the stage can still change their intentions, but this practitioner who came on stage with No. 1 cannot change their intentions.

At this moment, many people discovered that the second person was actually a post-Liao practitioner.

"People from Hou Liao choose rituals?" There was a sneer from the crowd, "Do these barbarians know what rituals are?"

The Hou Liao people and the Xi Rong people were originally a branch. In the eyes of scholars in the Central Plains, they were barbaric tribes second only to Xi Rong. It was less than 20 years since the poems and books were introduced to the Hou Liao. The young scholar seemed to be an insult to Zhou Li.

Anyone can sense that the atmosphere in the audience is not right. The annoyance of the people mixed with the ridicule of the scholars is enough to overwhelm any young man.

However, to Ying Baoyue's surprise, the young man standing on the side of the stage put his clothes on and walked calmly to the center of the stage, repeating the same actions as the No.1 cultivator.

Kneel down, kowtow, and stretch your arms.

There were booing voices below, but his movements were meticulous.

"This is……"

The movement that was not seen by the crowd because of the fluster of the saluting person before was clearly displayed in front of everyone this time.

"This is Jiubai." Ji Qingyuan's voice sounded.

Ying Baoyue stared at the movements of the young man on the stage, and it was indeed nine bows.

""Zhou Li" refers to nine worships: one is Jishou, the other is Dunshou, the third is empty head, the fourth is vibration, the fifth is auspicious worship, the sixth is evil worship, the seventh is strange worship, the eighth is praise worship, and the ninth is Su worship .”

This is the prescribed etiquette used by social members of different ranks and identities on different occasions.

And on the stage, this young man from the Liao Dynasty showed all the nine ways of worship in front of everyone.

The people in the audience were laughing and chatting at first, and the family members were also full of contempt, but no matter how much ridicule there was in the audience, the young man's movements were not chaotic.

Gradually, a strange sense of beauty can be seen from the orderliness.

"What's his name?"

The laughter around did not know when it gradually stopped, and someone asked curiously.

Chen Zichu's expression also changed from a disdainful one to a serious one, and he asked in a low voice.

"I know him," Ying Baoyue said softly, looking at the face of the Hou Liao boy.

"His name is Yan Chuli."

(End of this chapter)