"Today, at 2:45 p.m., about ten breaths later, it's a very good time."

At this time in the 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 slightly.

If Meng Zhengjun had not lied to him yesterday, thunder would have arrived on the top of Jiyue Mountain at this very moment.

It was also the day with the heaviest thunder in the past two months.

The sword spirit, who became particularly energetic in the middle of the night, smiled.

It slowly points out the way to the maze:

"Just when you finished the Fengshan ceremony. You should be smart and bring the two closer together. Before that... well, there is a tree hole on the old lightning-struck tree. It looks big. You can hide something in it. I guess no one will find it..."

"Oh." Zhao Rong nodded again, turned his head slightly, and glanced at the chubby little girl not far away.

The latter might have thought that he was suddenly in a daze and was thinking about something, which was similar to his sudden inspiration for poetry in the middle of the night, or that he was seriously ill, so they did not disturb him anymore.

At this moment, she seemed to be in the same place again, muttering prayers to the moon above her head.

"Hey Zhao Rong, you're so lucky. Just when you were about to fall asleep, a pillow was delivered to you. It's a rare opportunity. It's not easy. By the way, what were you worried about before? Were you worried that Meng Zhengjun had determined that your Fengshan ritual was not good enough, so his attitude was abnormal yesterday?"

"right."

Zhao Rong responded softly, withdrew his gaze from the chubby little girl, supported his knees with his hands, and looked down at the rocky ground.

Gui's tone was a little relaxed, and he said happily:

"Haha, let this old woman show off. Now we don't need to think too much. Forget about her. We will defeat her in one move and defeat her for sure."

"I'm telling you, the premonition you just had is a kind of blessing that practitioners rarely encounter. In Taoist terms, it is a telepathic connection. It requires a specific time period, a specific place, and a specific situation to be triggered, and it can be divided into several categories..."

"Some kind of deduction technique of the Yin-Yang School is a similar path..."

"This situation is very mysterious. It is usually very accurate unless there is strong intervention..."

The sword spirit smiled and began his daily routine of popularizing science with the sword master...

"Oh... um... yes..."

The young scholar just nodded slightly and responded from time to time.

He looked at the rocks under his feet, as if he was thinking about something.

Gui paused for a moment and couldn't help but frowned:

"Hey, why are you still so stupid? Don't you want to pick a bright moon and give it to Concubine Zhao Ling? A few days ago in Xia Chong Zhai, you were even telling her in a riddle that you should pay her and that childhood sweetheart double for everything you owe her."

It was puzzled:

"I remember that you had an agreement with Concubine Zhao Ling... If you can pick a bright moon for her, she will agree to anything you ask for..."

Hearing the word "maid", the dazed young scholar looked up and curled up the corners of his mouth.

The purple sword spirit in the brow chakra took a look at the color of a certain heart lake at this moment. There were not many happy colors, and it was more like a kind of... thinking and worried mood.

Gui was a little confused about what this guy was thinking about all day, and curled his lips and said:

"Heh, maybe the matter of Su Xiaoxiao can be resolved, and the inner house will be harmonious... Why is it that Mr. Zhao, who is so good at coaxing his wife and abducting young girls, is still not satisfied? Is he... unhappy?"

Zhao Rong suddenly looked up. "What went wrong with my Fengshan ceremony? Or was it... too routine and ordinary, making her feel that it was impossible to cause a phenomenon in heaven and earth?"

The question was asked suddenly, but the tone was extremely serious.

Gui was stunned for a while and said speechlessly:

"No. You... why are you still thinking about the Fengshan ceremony? What's the point of being so entangled about it? Forget it. Anyway, in the morning, we have the right time, right place, and right people. In your words, let's just give that lady a big bomb and see if she dares to act like a superior and tell us what to do all day long."

Zhao Rong did not reply, but continued to lower his head and frown, lost in thought about something.

Seeing that he was still like this wooden man, he was speechless and felt that this man was a little unreasonable.

Finally, it imitated the speech of a certain little girl and said in a bad tone:

"You are really a little sick now."

The young scholar frowned and nodded.

I don’t know whether to respond to it or think about something else.

Return: “…”

The sword spirit didn't want to talk anymore.

After a moment.

Zhao Rong used his fingers as a pen to write and draw in the air from time to time, and occasionally looked up at the cliff with carved inscriptions in the distance.

After a while, he shook his head silently, took a deep breath, and relaxed a little.

But the frown is still there.

At this time, Zhao Rong heard the mumbling of a chubby little girl and turned to look.

This young girl, who had already been promoted to the Crescent Moon Lady at such a young age, closed her eyes and raised her head. This time, her tone was even more sincere:

"Moon, moon, I hope that the sisters in this workshop can walk by the water and the fish will drown, walk in the woods and the geese will fall to death, walk among the flowers and the flowers will bow their heads, walk at night and the moon will hide in the clouds..."

“…”

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at the little girl with a very serious expression.

You are creating a halo of death for your sisters. Wherever they go, disaster will come... He said speechlessly in his heart.

But I soon realized that she was talking about beauty that could make fishes sink to the bottom of their chests and geese fall, and moons hide in shame on flowers. She was making a wish that the sisters could be as beautiful as flowers.

The chubby little girl paused, then closed her eyes and made a wish, "...I hope that whoever the queen glares at will die."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but interrupted, "Whoever you stare at will die? What does this mean?"

"You don't know this? You're a scholar, after all." The chubby little girl shook her head and sighed in a mature manner.

Zhao Rong opened his mouth and finally closed it, looked at her, and nodded in acceptance.

The chubby little girl hugged her chest, smiled happily, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, since you are so guilty, I will teach you..."

Guilty? You mean humble?

Can you please stop using those night-time Li sisters? Can you use some normal thinking...

The young scholar's eyes twitched, but he immediately held it back and listened to what she said.

The chubby little Li Nu said seriously, "Your Majesty, this is called peerless beauty. My sisters said that this word is used to describe the most beautiful woman in the world. It means that she is so beautiful that it makes everyone in the world unable to survive. Do you think it is disgusting? It must be our Majesty."

Zhao Rong remained expressionless after hearing this.

It's numb.

Wow, you are so beautiful? You are worthy of it. Your wife will become a widow.

Well, the case has been solved. I finally know how the late Emperor Dali died... Turns out he was killed by the beautiful queen?

The young scholar nodded and gave the smug little girl with baby fat a fierce look.

Then his expression calmed down and he said directly:

"Oh, girl, you just didn't tell me the meaning of the prophecy 'The moon is split into two, and I will leave and return'. I have been quite curious about it before."

"Oh, you are talking about this. My sisters said that this prophecy is as ancient as the Crescent Moon Ceremony and has been passed down in our land for a long time."

The chubby little girl thought about it:

"I remember there was an ancient ballad in the streets of Lidi, and there was a line in the lyrics... One-third of the world is bright on a moonlit night, and two-thirds of the moon is at Wangque. I think it might be related to this, but I don't know what this 'two-thirds of the moon' refers to, or whether it is something else, but according to rumors..."

She looked up at the bright moon above her head with reverence and said devoutly:

"It is said that when two bright moons rise at the same time on the top of the Moon Festival 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 Li clan will return one by one..."

The chubby little girl stared at the moon in a daze. Her voice gradually became smaller and turned into her dream talk.

"I see. This prophecy is quite interesting, as are your customs of leaving people."

Zhao Rong nodded, sighed, and kept these in mind.

At this time, he heard some movement coming from the direction of the inscription cliff in the distance. The monks who were carving the inscriptions seemed to have finished their work.

Thinking of the inscription on the cliff that was used to "report the merits to heaven", Zhao Rong couldn't help but frown slightly.

He glanced at the sky above.

It was already late at night, and there were less than four hours left until the Fengshan ceremony tomorrow morning.

The preparations for the Fengshan ceremonies now were the best plan he had come up with using all his knowledge and strength.

Although Meng Zhengjun's abnormal behavior still made him feel a little uneasy, everything had been done for now.

"It's useless to think too much..."

Zhao Rong muttered and sighed.

Immediately he turned around, ready to say goodbye to the chubby little girl in front of him.

At this time, the little girl was still there, looking up at the moon in the night sky in a foolish manner.

Whispering prayers with a pious tone.

"Moon, moon, if you could hear me..."

Zhao Rong paused for a moment, shook his head and said:

"Young lady, please stop being dazed. Go back and have a rest. You should be busy tomorrow at the Moon Square. How can the bright moon in the sky hear your cries from the human world? You are a little girl, but you are really... cute."

In fact, he wanted to say "stupid", but when the words came to his lips, he expressed it more tactfully.

The chubby little Li Nu still faced the bright moon and ignored Zhao Rong.

She performed the crescent moon salute respectfully again, her face stern, and said stubbornly:

"I performed the ancient ritual of the crescent moon, so it can see my piety and hear my prayers... That's what the queen and my sisters said, so it can't be wrong."

"They are just trying to trick you. Many things are just talk. You will understand when you grow up. Well, I guess only little girls like you really believe it. Even the people who made up the stories 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 walking a few steps, he thought for a moment and followed her example, saying jokingly before leaving:

"Well, then I wish you, young lady, to have superb piano skills, so that animals can be moved when they listen to you."

Hearing his serious tone, the chubby little girl couldn't help but turn her head:

"What's the meaning?"

She tilted her head.

Zhao Rong did not turn around, and his voice came slowly: "It's like playing the lute to a cow. Girl, go and impress the cow first, and then come here to try to impress the moon. The former should be easier."

At this point, he laughed out loud.

The chubby little girl said with a stern face, "Oh, then I also wish you, sir, to run faster than lightning."

Zhao Rong didn't care and said, "Oh, any explanation?"

The chubby little girl curled her lips:

"You've compared the moon and God to cows. Oh, my grandmother said that those who break their oaths and talk nonsense should be careful. Although God can't speak, he can make sounds. Thunder and lightning are the sounds made by God. He has always been spiritual. See if you are afraid of him."

Zhao Rong smiled.

That's it.

He raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head, but in the next moment!

His whole body suddenly froze!

He froze in place, motionless! It was as if someone had suddenly cast a spell on him.

However, compared with Zhao Rong's stiff body, the biggest difference was his expression.

From the moment he suddenly opened his mouth and eyes wide, everything changed in an instant, it was very exciting.

The chubby little girl noticed his strange movement, hummed and glanced over.

"How about it, now you are scared, huh~"

At this moment, a certain young Confucian scholar stood still like a nail, seemingly oblivious to everything in the outside world.

He lowered his head, slowly raised his hand and rubbed his face.

"The sky is struck by thunder... the voice of God... its voice... turns out to be thunder... thunder!"

The young scholar was stunned and murmured: "... I understand, I understand... The Heavenly Dao may not understand the human language, but the thunder in the sky is the voice of the Heavenly Dao. If there is thunder in the human world, it can understand it. We can... try..."

After a moment.

The young scholar wiped his face with his hand and took two deep breaths.

He suddenly turned around, still looking blankly at the chubby little girl whose expression was becoming more and more puzzled.

"You...you're right."

The young scholar nodded with great respect. After he finished speaking, he paused for three breaths and then couldn't help but said seriously:

"Listening to your words is better than fighting for ten years."

The chubby little girl: "..."

Good fellow, fighting? Aren't you scholars supposed to study?

The young scholar looked at her, as if in a daze. After a moment's pause, he nodded and said in full approval:

"That's right...I deserve to be struck by lightning!"

Baby fat little girl: "???"

Is there such a requirement?

The next second, the young scholar smiled, his spirit and energy restored as if the sky had cleared after the rain.

My thoughts are very clear at this moment.

This was the sudden joy that came after I had been thinking about it day and night for several days and was enlightened by someone's unintentional words.

There are mountains and rivers everywhere, and you may think there is no way out, but when you look up, you will find another village.

It was the chilly spring breeze that sobered me up, a little chilly, and the slanting sunlight on the top of the mountain greeted me...

The young scholar sighed, turned around, and looked at the osmanthus tree with a sigh.

Then, for the first time, he stopped lingering and strode forward.

He left the mountaintop where he had hesitated tonight.

During the entire process of leaving, he didn't even look at the newly engraved cliff that he had originally held high hopes for.

“God, may the thunder strike! God, may the thunder strike! This thunder is great! It can do more than just urge the surrender of the sword pills… Why didn’t I think of this before? Ha, so stupid! Zhao Ziyu… Wait, how should we present the other most important gift in the Fengshan Ceremony? How should we repay the merits of the earth… This young master must use a sound that the earth can hear… Hiss, got it!”

The young scholar murmured to himself, his brows furrowed at first, but before they could last for a few breaths, his brows suddenly relaxed under the gushing inspiration.

Zhao Rong clenched his fists and pounded his palms, then went down the mountain impatiently.

Only the chubby little girl was left standing on the top of the mountain, confused, mumbling:

"God bless you? Could this young master... really be seriously ill? What about the Fengshan ceremony tomorrow? The queen has high hopes for him."

The little girl sighed in distress and stamped her feet...