The significance of Jiyue Mountain to Lidi and its people is difficult to describe.

The worship of their ancestors and the memory of their glory are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people of Lidi from generation to generation.

The ancient Li tribe worshipped the bright moon in the mountains. Moon-Sacrificing Mountain, as the holy place of the Li tribe, appears in every myth and legend of the Li land and is never absent.

The ancient female ancestors sang songs of the bright moon on the top of the Moon Festival Mountain, which moved the gods in the Moon Palace. They received the moonlight and soared into the sky. The romance of flying to the moon in the sky for nine days is the most admired myth for every female in her childhood.

Especially the divorced women.

This is a mythical mountain.

Every grain of dust on the mountain has a history that weighs on people’s hearts, making them breathless.

Now, the young Emperor Dali is going to follow the late emperor's will and hold a grand sacrificial ceremony at the Jiyue Mountain to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth.

Everything seems like a 'reappearance of yesterday's glory of our ancestors.

As soon as the people of Dali, whether they were rich or poor, or hunters in the mountains, heard about this, most of them came from thousands of miles away to Jiyue Mountain just to see the grand occasion.

The stubbornness makes it difficult for outsiders to understand.

Various places in Dali also rarely released customs clearance documents, allowing a large number of people to pass through.

As a result, people from all over Dali flocked to the Moon-Worshiping Mountain.

The event was unprecedented.

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At this time, it was about six o'clock in the morning.

The majestic and tall Jiyue Mountain and the area within dozens of miles were ignited by some kind of passionate emotion.

Like a pot of boiling water.

The deserted wasteland at the foot of the mountain in the past is now crowded with people from all over the place.

Everyone had a look of piety and enthusiasm.

The Dali Imperial Guards were heavily armed and maintained order among the crowd. They formed two human walls and cleared a wide path.

The starting point of this road is the central tent in the wilderness, and the end point is a small hill at the foot of Jiyue Mountain with the Temple of Earth on the top.

And a red silk carpet was laid on the avenue.

At this time, the sun was rising from the top of Jiyue Mountain, and the morning light was spreading down, lighting up the deserted land filled with people.

And the gazes of countless people, like the light golden morning light, followed it and locked onto a group of people moving forward on the carpet of Central Avenue.

At the front, there was a young man wearing a court robe embroidered with dragons, an elegant crown, and bright yellow. He had a calm expression and walked forward with his head held high.

Following closely behind was a group of Confucian scholars from the academy wearing cloud-patterned formal gowns.

Each of them held a bronze ritual vessel and an official document praising the emperor's virtues.

Prop up a grand canopy for the young emperor of Dali.

The young Confucian scholar in the lead, dressed in snow-white clothes with a calm face, followed closely beside the young Emperor Dali.

At this moment, they are the focus of everyone in the audience.

And behind this main team, they kept their distance and followed this other grand team.

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There was the Queen Mother Dugu, wearing a white veil, supported by Doukou and Xuecan, and surrounded by a group of women playing string music.

There is the Regent Li Mingyi.

There are hundreds of civil and military officials in Dali, as well as local dignitaries.

In addition, there is an ordinary but hard to ignore female figure.

He was wearing a grey scholar's robe and walked in a very methodical manner.

Meng Zhengjun stood silently with his hands folded, walking behind the team.

She, along with Dugu and others, stared intently at the team that was performing the Fengshan ceremony in the distance.

The old-fashioned female gentleman glanced indifferently at the back of a young scholar, and then glanced at the sky as if nothing had happened.

On the way, she also drooped her eyelids and occasionally glanced in the direction of the Temple of Earth in Dongshan and the Temple of Heaven on the top of the mountain.

Then he would look away calmly.

Take it all in.

But it seems like... I can't muster much interest.

Zhao Rong, who was at the front of the crowd at the moment, didn't know any of this. Even if he saw it, he would probably just smile and say nothing.

He was concentrating on the Fengshan ceremony that he had designed overnight and was strictly enforcing it...

The young emperor of Dali and Confucian scholars from the academy, including Zhao Rong, walked straight ahead without looking to the side.

About a quarter of an hour later, they reached the hill on the east side of the foot of Jiyue Mountain.

This mountain is full of auspicious treasures. Everyone walked on the red carpet and climbed up the mountain.

When we arrived at the Temple of Earth, we found that it was a unique place with a square shape.

Cast from five-colored clay.

At the front of the team, the young Emperor Dali ascended the Altar of Ditan alone.

Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other etiquette Confucian scholars stopped, turned around, and faced the foot of the mountain. They were followed by thousands of common people, as well as Meng Zhengjun, Dugu, Li Mingyi and others.

Zhao Rong stared straight ahead, not looking at the indifferent expression of the old-fashioned woman who was grading the assessment throughout the whole process.

He tilted his head slightly, saw that the young man in dragon robe had climbed to the top of the square Ditan Park, and then turned back.

Announce loudly the start of the 'Ceremony of Zen Land'.

Everyone fell silent.

After waiting for the surroundings to quiet down, the young scholar reached to the side and took a document of praise handed to him by the student next to him.

Then he did not start reading the eulogy right away, but... looked at Gu Yiwu calmly.

There was a moment of silence in the atmosphere.

The people below couldn't help but feel some doubts. Didn't the young scholar in the snow-white formal suit say that it had started? What was he waiting for?

Forgot the lyrics?

Meng Zhengjun, Dugu and other people who knew the specific process also frowned slightly.

However, the former's brows soon relaxed, and he held his hands, watching the show leisurely, without bothering to give any hints, leaving it to the young scholar.

At this time, the burly scholar, prompted by his friend's gaze, held back the action of clenching his fist and coughing.

He maintained a solemn and serious demeanor.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded.

It's coming...

Gu Yiwu thought to himself… Never mind, I’ll just be socially disgraced. If someone laughs at me in the future, I’ll just say… I’ll say it was Tzuyu who taught me…

The burly scholar gritted his teeth.

He walked forward bravely, making a small gesture to the students of the Hall of Justice around him.

Hinting for them to catch up quickly.

Well, Tzuyu is going to recite the ode, so it’s fine if he doesn’t join in, but he can’t be the only one to be embarrassed, cough cough.

The students secretly groaned when they thought of the servants Zhao Rong had temporarily assigned to them this morning.

Although they had secretly rehearsed many times in the hour before the ceremony and were quite proficient, it was really different to have someone watching or not...

Zhao Rong shifted his gaze and calmly glanced at the students of the Hall of Justice who were trying to play dumb.

The latter were helpless and could not pretend they didn't see it, so they had to follow with their heads down.

Well, anyway, he has Senior Gu to support him. He is the center position that Mr. Zhao mentioned when he debuted. It should be funny, no... very powerful!

In the gazes below, some are confused, some are curious, and some are indifferent.

The burly scholar led a group of students to prepare.

They first took out some stick-shaped ritual objects that looked like whisks, then took their positions. The burly scholar stood at the front, facing everyone, and then...

She twisted her waist... no... started dancing?

In front of the Temple of Ditan, a group of Confucian scholars twisted left and right, stomping their feet vigorously in the middle, while dancing with the stick-shaped ritual objects in their hands vigorously.

Thousands of people: "..."

Dugushi, Li Mingyi and others: "......?"

The whole audience was silent.

The scene on the stage at this moment was simply too beautiful.

But slowly, the crowd, who were looking at each other in bewilderment, finally reacted and looked up, staring blankly at the scene on the stage.

Is this... a sacrificial dance?

Although I don't quite understand why this sacrificial dance had to be performed during the Fengshan Ceremony, and why you Confucian scholars had to perform it yourself, could you please dance in a more earthly manner?

Dugu also had many string instrument girls including Doukou and Xuecan, and they were all frowning at this moment.

The more I watched these good dancers, the more embarrassed they felt. I couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Especially the former Dugu, she was also the best dancer and beauty in Dali.

Looking at the scene arranged by a young Confucian scholar on the stage, Dugu, who was wearing a white veil, slightly opened her almond-shaped eyes.

I don’t know what wonderful expression is under the veil.

Li Di often offered sacrifices to their ancestors and gods and had a complete sacrificial system. The ritual dance of "communicating with gods through dancing" was also very developed and complete.

It is used to express the remembrance of ancestors, or to hope for the protection and blessing of ancestors and gods.

For example, the most common dance that all Li women can perform is the waist bell dance.

The common people on the ground are all very familiar with it, and the Crescent Moon Li women on the field are extremely proficient at it.

They are all experts and professionals.

That’s why they are feeling so shocked at this moment.

Because at the moment, the students like Gu Yiwu were dancing... a foot-tapping dance? Or something else? It was mixed with waist-twisting movements, quite similar to the waist-bell dance of Li Nu.

But they are making this "bang bang bang" sound and stomping their feet so hard and so hard... No, what the hell is this? It's simply heresy in the dance world!

The corners of the eyes of all the people off the ground in the audience twitched violently.

Dancing awkwardly when there is a disagreement?

However, although the atmosphere in the audience was extremely strange and everyone's faces were excited, on the stage, there was grand and magnificent royal music.

Gu Yiwu was still leading the students of Justice Hall in the "**" dance.

They seemed not to notice the awkward reactions of the audience, or perhaps under the gaze of Zhao Rong behind them, they had no choice but to go ahead with it.

"Well, the dance is a little ugly, but it's not our fault. We all danced according to Tzuyu's instructions... Forget it, don't be afraid. Tzuyu said that as long as we are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed... But the dance Tzuyu gave me is a little familiar. I have seen it somewhere..."

Gu Yiwu and other students of Justice Hall were all secretly cheering each other on.

They followed someone's pre-arrangement, waving the ritual objects in their hands, tapping left and right, and the footsteps became heavier and heavier...

Bang, bang, bang——!!!

The stomping sound resounded throughout the venue, even drowning out the sound of the instruments, and there were echoes inside and outside**...

It feels like the earth is shaking.

As if she was really caught off guard by this "earth-shaking" event, Dugu Chanyi could hardly stand, her body seemed to go limp and she was about to fall.

Fortunately, he was supported by Doukou and Xuecan who were quick-eyed and quick-handed.

"My lady, are you okay?"

The girls also struggled to shift their gazes away from the soul dancers and looked towards Dugu Chanyi with concern.

"Ai Jia...Ai Jia..."

The most distinguished widow in Dali referred to herself several times in succession, her chest heaving.

She then quickly closed her beautiful eyes, saving her life temporarily.

If you keep reading, oh my god.

Dugu Chanyi pinched the orchid's slender fingers with her jade hands and rubbed her smooth brows vigorously for a while.

"…It's okay. I'm fine."

After Dugu Chanyi caught his breath, he bit the Silver Tooth Pill into pieces.

She tried hard to open her eyes and glared at the calm young scholar on the stage.

"Zhao Ziyu..."

The woman gnashed her teeth in anger, biting on these words.

Dugu Chanyi really wanted to say something to someone at this moment.

You don't have to jump.

The expression on her pretty face will be very sincere.

If you really can't do it and you must dance, you can come to her. She can send the Xianyue Li Nu who has superb dancing skills to dance.

It doesn’t matter how many string musicians you send to dance.

Isn't this better than you grown men jumping around on it?

At this time, Zhao Rong also felt the gazes coming from below, including the one from a woman who wanted to eat people.

However, he was indeed unmoved and stared closely at Brother Yiwu and the students of Justice Hall for a while.

All Zhao Rong could hear was the deafening sound of footsteps.

He nodded secretly.

There are two things that people don’t know.

The first thing is that the dance that Gu Yiwu and others are dancing now, which is similar to the yangko dance, was choreographed on the spot by Zhao Rong.

Well, it was based on the dance and music of the Li Nu that I saw in the Dali Palace these days.

Therefore, the custom of twisting the waist so gracefully and lifting it off the ground is suitable for women.

However, he was afraid that Gu Yiwu and the others would be embarrassed to jump after knowing it, so he explained it and said it was just an ancient sacrificial ritual he read in an ancient book.

Moreover, Zhao Rong thoughtfully gave Brother Yiwu a stick so that he could dance freely...

The second thing is that the core of this strange sacrificial dance is not twisting the waist, or even dancing.

But it was the action of Gu Yiwu and the others stepping hard at the moment.

That's why Zhao Rong didn't go to Dugu to borrow string music for the girls to dance, because how could these girls dance with the momentum of the big men on the stage?

at this time.

The Ditan Temple was built in accordance with the principle of the round sky and square earth.

The young scholar in white stood quietly, eyes slightly closed, listening to the earth-shaking footsteps.

"... Hey, Brother Yiwu is still modest. He can't. The stick is dancing high up, and the effect of stomping on the ground is surprisingly good. It is this kind of momentum that makes one step as vigorous as a tiger, one step as fast as a thousand miles, one step as if in another world... All the land gods should be awakened by this young master. If they really exist, then let them have a good look at this young master's gift..."

At a certain moment, the young scholar smiled.

He turned around, faced everyone, and opened the imperial edict praising the emperor's virtues in his hand, and bowed to the ground at the top of the Altar of Ditan.

Words praising the spirit of the earth were read aloud.

At this moment, the clear voice of Zhao Rong blended with the diligent stomping of the Confucian scholars, shaking the entire venue.

The doubtful and criticizing crowd gradually quieted down, stopped making noise, and watched and listened to the Ditan sacrifice.

But he was different from the people who suppressed their doubts and the string music girls such as Dugu who frowned and were annoyed.

At the back of the crowd, a certain old-fashioned lady who had originally looked calm and casual now seemed to have her eyes glued to her by something.

She stared without blinking at the smiling student named Zhao on the stage and the other students who were dancing the Yangko dance.

Meng Zhengjun, who was in the crowd, did not show any signs of being amused like the other people around him.

on the contrary.

Her face was slightly solemn, and she even took a step forward to avoid the crowd that was blocking her view.

He stared upwards carefully for a while.

The more I watched, the quieter I became.

In the whole Dali, it is estimated that before this, she, the etiquette master, is the only one who knows that in etiquette, the language of the earth is "earthquake".

The old-fashioned lady of etiquette narrowed her eyes.

So this is... the new gift of gratitude designed by that kid!

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