"Today, at 2:00 noon, about ten breaths later, it is a very good time."
At this early morning, a sword spirit suddenly said.
"Um."
The young Confucian scholar dusted himself off, sat on the last step of the Temple of Heaven, and nodded gently.
If Meng Zhengjun had not lied to him yesterday, thunder would have arrived on time at the top of Mount Jiyue at this hour.
This was the day when the thunder was at its strongest in the past two months.
The sword spirit, who was particularly energetic in the middle of the night, smiled.
It leisurely points out the "maze":
"It just so happens that you have just finished your Zen ceremony. You should be smart and let the two of you get closer together. Before that... well, there is a tree hole in the old lightning-struck tree. It looks quite big.
I hid something in there, so no one can find it..."
"Oh." Zhao Rong nodded again, turned his head slightly, and glanced at the baby Fat Little Li Nu not far away.
The latter may have thought that he was suddenly in a daze, thinking about a problem, which was similar to his sudden inspiration for poetry in the middle of the night, and that he was seriously ill, so he didn't bother him anymore.
At this moment, she seemed to be in the same place again, muttering prayers to the moon above her head.
"Oh, Zhao Rong, you are very lucky. You were about to doze off, and you just happened to be given a pillow. It's rare to have such an opportunity. It's not easy. By the way, what were you worried about before? You were afraid that Meng Zhengjun was determined.
Your Zen ceremony was not good enough, so your attitude was abnormal yesterday?"
"right."
Zhao Rong responded softly, looked away from the fat little girl, put his hands on his knees, and looked down at the rocky ground.
Gui's tone was a little relaxed and he said happily:
"Haha, let this old woman play the zither. Now we don't have to think so much. We don't care about her. We can break it with one move and defeat her."
"I tell you that the premonition you just had is a kind of blessed soul that practitioners rarely encounter. In Taoist terms, it means that the mind is connected. It can only be triggered by a specific time, a specific place, and a specific situation. It can be divided into several categories...
…”
"Some kind of deduction technique of the Yin Yang family is a similar path..."
"This situation is very mysterious and usually very accurate unless there is strong intervention..."
Sword Lingyan smiled at Yan Yan and began his daily routine of popularizing science with the sword master...
"Oh...um...yes..."
The young Confucian scholar just nodded slightly and responded to it from time to time.
He looked at the rocks under his feet, as if thinking about something.
Gui's words gradually stopped and he couldn't help but frown and said:
"Hey, why are you still acting like this? Don't you want to pick a bright moon and give it to Zhao Lingfei? A few days ago in Xia Chongzhai, you were making riddles in front of her and said that you owe her and that bad horse, you
They will have to pay double the compensation.”
It is puzzled:
"I remember that you had an agreement with Zhao Lingfei before... If you can pick the bright moon for her, she will promise you anything..."
Hearing Madam, the dazed young Confucian scholar raised his head and curled the corners of his mouth.
The purple-clothed sword spirit in the ajna chakra took a look at the color of a certain heart lake. There were not many happy colors, and it was similar to... the color of thinking and worrying.
Gui was a little confused as to what this guy was thinking about all day long, so he curled his lips and said:
"Heh, maybe that Su Xiaoxiao's matter can be solved, and the inner house will be harmonious... Why, Mr. Zhao, who is so good at coaxing wives and kidnapping little girls, is still not satisfied. Is this... unhappy?"
Zhao Rong suddenly raised his head and asked, "What went wrong with my Zen ceremony? Or... was it too step-by-step and unremarkable, making her think it was impossible to cause any strange phenomena in the world?"
This question was asked suddenly, but his tone was extremely serious.
Gui was stunned for a while and said speechlessly:
"No. You...why do you still think about this gift of Zen? What's there to worry about? Never mind it. Anyway, in the morning, the weather, place, and people are all on our side. In your words, we
Just give that female gentleman a hard time and see if she still dares to stay up all day and teach us how to do things."
Zhao Rong didn't reply, he still lowered his head and frowned, deep in thought about something.
Seeing that he still looked like a wooden person, I was speechless and a bit unreasonable about this man.
Finally, it imitated a certain little divorced girl and said in a bad tone:
"You are really sick now."
The young Confucian scholar frowned and nodded.
I don't know if I'm responding to it or if I'm thinking of something else.
Return: "…………"
Sword Spirit didn't want to talk anymore.
After a while.
From time to time, Zhao Rong used his pointing pen to write in the air, and from time to time he looked up at the cliff with carved inscriptions in the distance.
After a while, he shook his head silently, took a deep breath of air, and relaxed slightly.
But his brows are still unresolved.
At this time, Zhao Rong turned his head and looked after hearing the muttering words of a fat little divorced girl.
I saw this little girl, who had been promoted to a divorced woman at a young age, closing her eyes and looking up. This time, her tone became more sincere:
"Moon Moon, I hope that the sisters in the village can walk by the water, the fish will drown, walk in the forest, the geese will fall to death, walk among the flowers, the flowers will bow their heads, walk at night, you moon
They all hide in the clouds..."
“…”
Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at the little girl who looked very serious.
You are creating a halo of death for your sisters. They will suffer disaster wherever they go... He was speechless in his heart.
But she soon realized that she was talking about sinking fish and falling geese, closing the moon and shying flowers, and wishing that her sisters would be as beautiful as flowers.
The fat little girl paused for a moment, then closed her eyes and made a wish: "... I hope that I can stare at someone to death."
Zhao Rong couldn't help it anymore and interrupted: "Whoever you stare at will die? What does this mean?"
"You don't know this? You're still a scholar." The fat little girl shook her head and sighed in an old-fashioned way.
Zhao Rong opened his mouth, finally closed it, looked at her, and nodded humbly.
The fat little girl hugged her chest, smiled happily, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, seeing that you are so guilty, I will teach you..."
Guilty-minded? You mean to say modest?
By the way, can you stop being a night-level Sister Li? Can you use the brain circuits of a normal person...
The young Confucian scholar's eye twitched, but he immediately held it back and listened to what she said.
The fat little girl said solemnly: "Mother, this is called "beautiful." Sisters say that this word is used to describe the most beautiful woman in time. It means that she is so beautiful that everyone in the world can't live anymore. Are you tired of it?
It must be our queen."
Zhao Rong was expressionless after hearing this.
Numb.
Good fellow, you are so beautiful. As expected of you, this is going to make your mother-in-law a widow.
Well, the case has been solved, and we finally know how the late Emperor Dali died...it turned out that he was killed by the beautiful queen?
The young Confucian scholar nodded and gave the proud little fat little girl a stern look.
Then his expression calmed down and he said directly:
"By the way, girl, you haven't said the meaning of the prophecy 'The moon will divide into two parts, and it will leave and return home' just now. I have been quite curious about it before."
"Oh, you tell me this, this prophecy, I heard from my sisters, is as old as the crescent moon ceremony, and has been passed down in our land for a long time."
The baby fat little girl thought about it:
"I remember that there was this line in an ancient ballad from the market in Lidi... The world is three-quarters of a bright moon night, and the second half of the moon is bright in Wangque. I think it may have something to do with this, but what exactly does this 'two-section moon' refer to?
Is it the moon or something else, I don’t know, but rumors..."
She raised her head and looked at the bright moon above her head with admiration, and said piously:
"It is said that when two bright moons rise at the same time on the top of the mountain, it means that the ancestors who ascended to the Moon Palace in ancient times will return to the earth. It also means that the glory of the once separated clan will return one by one..."
The fat little girl looked at the moon crazily, and her voice gradually became quieter without realizing it, turning into her sleep.
"I see, this prophecy is interesting, and so is your custom of leaving people."
Zhao Rong nodded and sighed, keeping these in mind.
At this time, he heard the movement in the distance in the direction of the cliff with the inscription. The monks who carved the inscription seemed to have finished their work.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but frown slightly when he thought of this inscription on the cliff that was used to 'repay heaven's merits'.
He glanced at the sky above him.
It is already late at night, and it will be less than four hours before the ceremony of consecration begins tomorrow morning.
The current preparations for the ceremony are already the best plan for the ceremony that he has tried his best to come up with.
Although Meng Zhengjun's abnormal behavior still made him feel a little uneasy, now he was doing everything he could.
"It's useless to think too much..."
Zhao Rong muttered and sighed.
Immediately he turned his head, preparing to say goodbye to the fat little divorced girl in front of him.
At this moment, the little girl is still there, looking up at the moon in the night sky a little foolishly.
He murmured a prayer in a pious tone.
"Moon, moon, if you can hear..."
Zhao Rong paused slightly before walking, shook his head and said:
"Girl, don't get crazy, go back and have a rest quickly. You, the moon master, should be busy tomorrow. With the bright moon in the sky, how can I hear your shouts in the world? You little girl, you are really a bit...
…cute."
In fact, he wanted to say "silly", but when the words came to his lips, he expressed them euphemistically.
The fat little girl still faced the bright moon and ignored Zhao Rong.
She performed the crescent moon salute respectfully again, with a straight face and said stubbornly:
"I have performed the ancient ritual of the crescent moon, so it can see my piety and hear my prayers... This is what my empress and sisters said, so there is no mistake."
"They are deceiving you. Many things are just talk. You will know it when you grow up. Well, I guess only you little girls really believe it. The people who made up the story don't believe it themselves."
Zhao Rong didn't take her words to heart. He shook his head and said something.
He turned around and walked down the mountain. After taking a few steps, he thought about it and followed her example. Before leaving, he said amusedly:
"Well, then I wish you, girl, that your piano skills are so good that even animals will be moved when they hear it."
Hearing his serious tone, the baby-fat little girl couldn't help but turn her head:
"What's the meaning?"
She tilted her head.
Zhao Rong didn't look back, and his voice came slowly: "Play the piano to the cow. Girl, go and move the cow first, and then come here and try to move the moon. The former should be easier."
Speaking of this, he laughed out loud first.
The fat little Li Nu had a sullen face, "Oh, then I also wish you, Master, that you can run faster than thunder and lightning."
Zhao Rong said indifferently: "Oh, what's the explanation?"
The fat little girl pouted her lips:
"You have compared the moon and God to cows. Ha, my grandma said, those who break their oaths and talk nonsense should be careful. Although God cannot speak, he can make a sound, even if it is struck by thunder.
The voice that God makes has always been there. It depends on whether you are afraid of it or not."
Zhao Rong smiled.
That's it.
He raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head, but the next moment!
His whole body suddenly froze!
He was frozen in place, motionless! It was as if someone had suddenly cast a restraining spell.
However, compared with Zhao Rong's stiff body, the biggest difference is his complexion.
From the sudden moment when my mouth widened and my eyes widened, everything changed in an instant, which was very exciting.
The fat little Li Nu noticed something strange about his movements, so she made a sound and glanced at him.
"How about it, you know you're scared, huh~"
A certain young Confucian scholar was frozen in place like a nail, seemingly turning a deaf ear to everything in the outside world.
He lowered his face, slowly raised his hands, and rubbed his face.
"The sky is thundering...the voice of God...its voice...it turns out to be thunder...thunder!"
The young Confucian scholar murmured blankly: "...I understand, I understand... Heaven may not understand human words, but thunder is the voice of Heaven. If there is thunder in the world, it can understand it, and it can... try
…”
After a while.
The young Confucian scholar wiped his face with his hands and took two deep breaths.
He suddenly turned around and looked at the baby fat little Li Nu with an even more confused expression on his face.
"You...you're right."
The young Confucian scholar nodded with great admiration. After finishing his sentence, he paused for three breaths and couldn't help but said seriously:
"Listening to your words... is better than fighting... ten years."
Fat baby girl: "……"
Good guys, let’s fight? Aren’t you scholars a scholar?
The young Confucian scholar looked at her, as if in a daze. He was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said with great approval:
"That's right... I deserve to be struck by lightning!"
Baby fat little divorced girl: "???"
Is there still such a requirement?
The next second, the young Confucian scholar smiled, his energy as if the sky had cleared after the rain.
My thoughts are very clear at this moment.
This was the sudden joy I felt after being prompted by someone else's unintentional words a few days ago.
There are mountains and rivers, no doubts and no way out, and willows and flowers are bright, yet there is another village.
It's a cool spring breeze blowing the wine, it's slightly cold, and the mountain tops are shining slantingly...
The young Confucian scholar sighed, turned around, and glanced at the Lei Gui plant with a sigh.
Immediately, for the first time, I no longer lingered and strode forward.
He left the top of the mountain where he hesitated tonight.
During the entire process of leaving, I didn't even look at the newly engraved cliff that I had high hopes for.
"The sky is thundering, the sky is thundering, this thunder, well, it can not only summon the sword pills... Why didn't I think of that before? Haha, how stupid! Zhao Ziyu... Wait, the other most important person in the gift of Zen is
How to present important gifts, how to repay the merits of the earth... I have to use a voice that can be heard by the earth... Hiss, I have it!"
The young Confucian scholar murmured. His brows were furrowed at first, but before he could hold on for a few breaths, his brows suddenly widened under the surge of inspiration.
Zhao Rong clenched his fists and hammered his palms, and couldn't wait to go down the mountain.
Only the fat little girl was left, confused and confused on the top of the mountain, muttering:
"The sky is thundering? This young man... is he really seriously ill? What will happen to Fengchan tomorrow? The queen has high hopes for him."
The little girl sighed with distress on her face and stamped her feet...