The significance of Jiyue Mountain to Lidi and Lidi people is difficult to express.
The worship of ancestors and the memories of glory are deeply rooted in the hearts of people from generation to generation.
In ancient times, the Li tribe worshiped the bright moon in the mountains. As a sacred place for the Li tribe, Mount Sacrifice to the Moon has appeared in every myth and legend of the Li tribe and has never been absent.
The ancestors of Li Nu in ancient times chanted the song of the bright moon on the top of the mountain to worship the moon, influenced the gods of the moon palace, received the moonlight to guide them, soared to the sky, and flew to the moon for nine days. The romance is the myth that every Li Nu longed for when they were young.
Especially divorced women.
This is a mythical mountain.
Every grain of dust on the mountain has a history that weighs heavily on people's hearts and makes them breathless.
Now, the young emperor of Dali wants to carry out the legacy of his late emperor and hold a grand sacrificial ceremony at Jiyue Mountain to enshrine the heaven and earth.
Everything is like a "reappearance of yesterday" of the glory of our ancestors.
As long as the people of Dali heard about this, whether they were wealthy businessmen, poor people, or hunters in the mountains, they would come all the way to Mount Sacrifice Moon just to witness the grand event.
He is stubborn and hard for outsiders to understand.
In a rare move, various places in Dali have also released customs clearance documents, allowing a large number of Lidi people to pass the customs.
As a result, people from all over Dali flocked to the Moon Festival Mountain.
The occasion was unprecedented.
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At this time, it was about six o'clock in the morning.
The majestic and tall Moon Festival Mountain and its dozens of miles in radius were ignited by some kind of passionate emotion.
Like a pot of boiling hot water.
The deserted land at the foot of the mountain, which used to be empty in the past, is now crowded with people from all over the country.
Everyone looked pious and fanatical.
The Imperial Guards were well-equipped and maintained order among the crowd. They stood in two human walls and opened up a wide road.
The starting point of this road is the central tent in the wasteland, and the end point is a hill at the foot of the Moon Festival Mountain, with an altar of earth on the top.
The avenue was paved with a red silk carpet.
At this time, the rising sun was peeking out from the top of Mount Jiyue, and the morning rays were spreading down, lighting up the deserted land where there were so many people.
And the eyes of countless people, like the pale golden morning light, followed it and locked on the group of people advancing on the carpet of Central Avenue.
At the front, there is a young man wearing a royal robe embroidered with dragons, a luxurious crown, and a bright yellow suit. He has a calm face and walks forward with his head held high.
Following closely behind were a group of academy scholars in moiré attire.
Each holds a bronze ritual vessel and holds an official document praising virtue.
Support the grand canopy for the young emperor of Dali.
The young Confucian scholar at the head, dressed as white as snow, with a calm face, followed step by step beside the young emperor of Da Li.
At this moment, they are the focus of everyone in the room.
And behind their protagonist team, they kept their distance and followed this other grand team.
in.
There was the Queen Mother Dugu in veiled white clothes, supported by Cardamom and Xuecan, and at the same time she was surrounded by a group of divorced women with string instruments.
There was the regent Li Mingyi.
There are hundreds of civil and military officials from Dali and local dignitaries.
In addition, there is an ordinary but hard-to-ignore figure of a woman.
Wearing a gray scholar's shirt, he walked with a steady pace.
Meng Zhengjun held up his hands silently and walked behind the team.
Together with Dugu and others, she stared intently at the team that was conferring Zen in the distance.
The old-fashioned female gentleman's eyes swept over the back of a young Confucian scholar, and then glanced at the sky as if nothing had happened.
On the way, she also squinted her eyelids and occasionally glanced in the direction of the Temple of Earth on Dongshan Mountain and the Temple of Heaven on the top of the mountain.
Then he would look away lightly.
Take everything in sight.
But it seems... I can't arouse much interest.
At the front of the crowd, Zhao Rong didn't know this. Even if he saw it, he would probably laugh and say nothing.
He is concentrating on this newly designed Zen ceremony overnight and strictly implements it...
The Young Emperor of Dali, Zhao Rong and other Confucian scholars from the academy walked straight forward without squinting.
About a quarter of an hour later, they arrived at the hill on the east side of the foot of Moon Festival Mountain.
This mountain is full of auspicious treasures, and people are climbing up the mountain on a red carpet.
Walking to the altar of earth, this altar is strange and square in shape.
Five-color earthen cast.
In front of the procession, the young Emperor Dali ascended the Temple of Earth alone.
Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other etiquette scholars stopped, turned around, and faced the bottom of the mountain. Thousands of people followed, including Meng Zhengjun, Dugu Shi, Li Mingyi and others.
Zhao Rong looked straight ahead, not looking at the dull expression of a staid woman who was grading the entire assessment.
He turned his head slightly and saw that the young man in dragon robe had climbed to the top of the square altar, then turned back.
A loud voice announced the beginning of the "Zen Ceremony".
Everyone immediately fell silent.
After waiting for the surroundings to calm down, the young Confucian scholar reached out to one side and took a eulogy document from the student next to him.
Then he did not immediately start reading the eulogy, but... gave Gu Yiwu a calm look.
The atmosphere on the field was quiet for a moment.
Doubts arose on the faces of the people below. Didn't the young Confucian scholar in the snow-white gown say it was about to begin? What are you waiting for?
Forgot the words?
Meng Zhengjun, Dugu Shi and other people who knew the specific process also frowned slightly.
However, the former quickly relaxed his brows, held his hands, and watched the show unhurriedly, without bothering to give any prompts, and just let a certain young Confucian scholar do it.
At this time, the burly Confucian scholar received the prompt from his friend's gaze and resisted the action of clenching his fists and coughing.
He maintained a dignified and serious appearance.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded.
coming soon……
Gu Yiwu secretly thought...forget it, let's die in society. If someone wants to laugh at someone in the future, just say...just say it was Tzuyu who taught him...
The burly Confucian scholar gritted his teeth,
Bite the bullet and go straight forward, while making small gestures to the surrounding Justice Hall students.
Cue them to follow quickly.
Well, Tzuyu wants to recite the hymn, so forget it if he doesn't come together, but he can't be the only one who is embarrassed.
The students secretly complained when they thought of the waiter who was temporarily arranged by Zhao Rong this morning.
Although they had secretly rehearsed many times in the hour before the ceremony and were quite skilled at it, it was really two different things whether there were people watching or not...
Zhao Rong moved his eyes and glanced calmly at the students of Justice Hall who were trying to act stupid.
Seeing this, the latter were helpless and could not pretend not to have seen it, so they had no choice but to lower their heads and follow him.
Well, anyway, with Senior Gu supporting him, he debuted as a C-position in Mr. Zhao’s words. It should be funny, right... very powerful!
In the eyes below, some are puzzled, some curious, or plain.
The burly Confucian scholar led a group of students to get ready.
They first took out some stick-shaped ritual utensils that looked like whisks, and then took their positions. The burly Confucian scholar stood at the front, facing everyone, and then...
He twisted his old waist... No... he danced?
In front of the altar of earth, a group of Confucian scholars twisted left and right, and even stepped their feet vigorously in the middle. At the same time, they danced the stick-shaped ritual utensils vigorously in their hands.
Thousands of people: “…………”
Dugu Shi and Li Mingyi, etc.: “…??”
The whole place was silent.
The scene on stage at this time was simply not too beautiful.
But slowly, everyone who was looking at each other started to react, raised their heads, and stared blankly at the scene on the stage.
Is this... a ritual dance?
Although I don’t quite understand why this sacrificial dance should be performed at the Zen Ceremony, or why you Confucian scholars should perform it yourself, but can you dance it more like the earthly world?
The Dugu family also has many divorced girls with string strings, including cardamom and snow silkworms, and their heads are covered with black lines at this time.
They are good at dancing, and the more they look at it, the more embarrassed they become, and they can't bear to look at it suddenly.
Especially the former Dugu, she is also the number one dancer and beauty in Dali.
Looking at the scene arranged by a young Confucian scholar on the stage, Dugu's eyes widened slightly in white clothes.
I don’t know what wonderful expression is underneath the veil.
Lidi often worships ancestors and gods, and has a complete sacrificial system. The ceremonial dance and ritual of "dance to connect the gods" are also very 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 you.
For example, the most common waist bell dance performed by divorced women.
Li Di people are all familiar with it, and the crescent moon Li girls on the field are even better at it.
They are all professionals.
That’s why their “wtf” level is so high at the moment.
Because at the moment, Gu Yiwu and other students are dancing this... stepping dance? Or something? It actually involves twisting the waist, which is quite similar to the waist bell dance of a divorced girl.
But they were "bang bang bang", tapping their feet so hard, working so hard... No, what the hell is this? It's simply a heresy in the dance world!
The corners of the eyes of all the people in the audience twitched violently.
Do you dance when you disagree?
However, although the atmosphere off the stage was extremely weird and everyone looked wonderful, on the stage, it was accompanied by grand and magnificent royal rituals and music.
Gu Yiwu was still leading the students of Zhengyi Hall to dance "passionately" together.
It seemed that they didn't see the awkward reactions of everyone in the audience, or perhaps under the gaze of Zhao Rong behind them, they had no choice but to take it easy.
"Well, the dance is a bit ugly, but it's not our fault. We all danced according to Tzuyu's instructions... Forget about being afraid of a ball, Tzuyu said that as long as we are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed...
But by the way, this dance given by Ziyu seems familiar, where have I seen it before..."
Gu Yiwu and other students from the Hall of Justice were all secretly thinking and encouraging.
They followed someone's prior arrangement, dancing with the ritual vessels in their hands, tapping left and right, and the sound of footsteps became heavier and heavier...
Bang bang bang————!!!
The sound of stepping on the ground resounded throughout the entire venue, even overshadowing the instrumentalists, and the echoes reverberated inside and outside...
It feels like the earth is shaking.
As if she was really caught off guard by this "earthquake and mountain shaking", Dugu Chanyi could no longer stand, and her legs seemed to be weak and about to fall.
Fortunately, he was supported by Daukou and Xuecan, who were both quick-eyed and quick-handed.
"Mother, are you okay?"
The girls also struggled to look away from the soul dancers and looked at Dugu Chanyi with concern.
"Aijia...Aijia..."
This most distinguished widow from Dali kept calling himself several times, and his chest heaved.
She then quickly closed her beautiful eyes, temporarily saving her life.
Keep reading, Yaoshou.
Dugu Chan held the slender fingers of Orchid in her beautiful hand and rubbed her smooth brows for a while.
"...It's okay, the Ai family is okay."
After Dugu Chanyi regained her breath, she bit the silver tooth pill into pieces.
She tried her best to open her almond-shaped eyes and glared angrily at the calm young scholar on the stage.
"Zhao Ziyu..."
The woman gritted her teeth angrily and bit out these words.
Dugu Chanyi wanted to say something to someone at this moment.
You don’t have to jump if you don’t know how.
The pretty face will be very sincere.
If you really can't do it, and you must dance, you can come to her, and she can send Xian Yue Li Nu, who is an excellent dancer, to dance.
You can send as many stringed girls as you want to dance.
Isn’t this better than you grown men jumping around blindly?
At this time, Zhao Rong also felt the gazes coming from below, including the one about a woman who wanted to eat someone.
However, he remained unmoved and stared at Brother Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall carefully for a while.
Zhao Rong's ears were filled with the loud sound of footsteps.
He nodded secretly.
There are two things that everyone doesn't know.
The first thing is that the yangko-like dance that Gu Yiwu and others are doing was choreographed on the spot by Zhao Rong.
Well, it was based on the dance music of Li girls that I had seen in the Dali palace these days.
Therefore, twisting the waist so gracefully has the custom of leaving the ground, which is suitable for divorced women.
However, he was afraid that Gu Yiwu and the others would be embarrassed to jump after hearing about it, so he explained that it was an ancient sacrificial ritual that he read in an ancient book.
Moreover, Zhao Rong also thoughtfully gave Brother Yiwu a stick to let him dance freely...
The second thing is that the core of this strange sacrificial dance is not twisting the waist, or even dancing.
But the current action of Gu Yiwu and the others was to tap their feet vigorously.
So Zhao Rong didn't go to the Dugu family to borrow string instruments for the girls to dance, because how could these girls stand out from the powerful men on the stage?
at this time.
Under the Temple of Earth built in compliance with the principle of a round sky and a square earth.
The young Confucian scholar, dressed in white, stood quietly with his eyes slightly closed, listening for a while to the sound of footsteps on the ground that sounded as if the heavens were shaking and the earth was shaking.
"... He couldn't suppress Brother Wu's modesty. The sticks flew into the air, and the effect of stepping on the ground was surprisingly good. It was with this kind of momentum that he stepped out like a tiger and a tiger, stepped out a thousand miles, and stepped out like a lifetime ago.
...Shock me to wake up all the land lords. 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, faced everyone, opened the imperial edict of praising virtue in his hand, and followed the great ceremony of the young Emperor Da Li who bowed to the ground at the top of the altar.
Words of praise to the spirit of the earth were read aloud.
At this moment, Zhao Rong's clear voice blended with the hard stamping sounds of the Confucian scholars, shaking the entire audience.
The doubtful and criticizing crowd gradually calmed down, stopped making noise, and watched and listened to the earth altar sacrifice.
But unlike the crowd who suppressed their doubts, and the Dugu family and other divorced girls who frowned and got angry.
At the very back of the crowd, a certain old-fashioned female gentleman who used to have a calm and casual expression now seemed to have her eyes stuck to something.
She stared unblinkingly at the student surnamed Zhao with a bright smile on the stage, as well as the students who were doing the 'Yangko dance'.
Meng Zhengjun, who was in the crowd, showed no sign of being amused like the others around him.
on the contrary.
Her face was slightly solemn, and she took a step forward to avoid the crowd blocking her sight.
Silently stared at the top carefully for a while.
The more I looked, 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 was 'earthquake'.
The old-fashioned etiquette lady narrowed her eyes.
So this is...the boy's newly designed gift of repaying the land!