The entire Jiyue Mountain was plunged into a sea of ​​joy.

The Jiutian Han Palace flowers fluttered in the mountain wind and danced in the sky above the heads of the celebrating crowd.

Like snowflakes.

A man holding a sword did not rush forward with the crowd.

He tightened the sword in his arms, then grabbed Zhao Qian'er who was about to run forward to find her lover, and gave her a few words of advice with a smile.

The latter seemed impatient and nodded quickly, waving at the man holding the sword.

"I know, I know, Uncle Xiaobai. I'm here. Who dares to hurt Brother Rong'er? You go early and come back early. Brother Rong'er and I will go back early, so we won't wait for you."

Li Bai smiled and raised his hand to touch the head of the girl in front of him, but put it down halfway.

You've grown so tall now.

That brat is also...

"Also, Uncle Xiaobai, Uncle Kun said you're here to discuss business, so don't get drunk and mess up things later."

"Hehe, I won't give you pocket money this month..."

The little girl faced the man holding the sword, with her hands behind her back, and walked backwards with the crowd, tilting her head and chattering.

"Hey, don't look so sad. People will think that I am bullying you. You are already an adult, and you are obviously pretending. I know that someone secretly kept some private money."

The man holding the sword listened with a smile, but when Xiao Qian'er exposed the matter of his private money, the man couldn't help but blush and didn't know where to put his hands.

He wanted to wave his hand to deny it, but put it down in disappointment halfway.

The little girl who was in charge of the Zhao family's finances, who was worried about arithmetic, hummed twice and then waved her hand.

"Forget it, forget it. I'm in a good mood this time, so I won't confiscate yours. Don't drink and mess up things, otherwise I won't beg for mercy next time Uncle Kun scolds you..."

She has the gracious demeanor of a second lady.

The man holding the sword tightened the sword in his arms and nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Well, then come back early. In fact, Brother Rong'er has left you a few jars of Dali Palace wine in his Xumi. He's waiting for you to come back... Hey, where's my stinky maid? Damn it, she's rushing to Brother Rong'er's place again. I can't let her succeed!"

The little girl blinked her peach blossom eyes, looked around, and the next second she jumped up, turned around and chased forward.

Li Bai was slightly stunned, and stood there with his arms crossed, watching. When the little girl in the distance hurriedly got ahead of Su Qingdai and walked away triumphantly with her hands behind her back, he smiled and turned around.

The man holding the sword walked down the mountain against the rising flow of people.

Thousands of people enthusiastically went up the mountain.

He was all alone.

The green clothes are particularly eye-catching in this desolate autumn day.

On the mountain road, the man casually turned into a secluded forest, reached out and took out a Jiutian Hangong flower from his arms.

It looked ordinary, just like the Nine Heavens Cold Palace flowers that were flying past him at this moment.

This was given to him by the man named Li during a business negotiation a long time ago.

The man holding the sword casually threw the Nine Heavens Cold Palace flower.

The flowers flew away with the mountain wind and disappeared among the flying flowers in the sky.

He withdrew his hand and pressed hard on the sheath of the sword in his arms.

Then he stood there, waiting quietly in this secluded forest.

At a certain moment, the man holding the sword glanced at the sword in his arms, retracted his arm, and then tightened it.

"Strange, why are you so 'happy'? You've been making a fuss since the second moon appeared..."

The man muttered a few words, then raised his head to look at the two bright moons that were still bright in the daytime.

"The last time I took you to see that old woman, you didn't seem so excited. What's the matter? Is it because you're going to see her again soon and you miss her? And you said... it's because of this moon?"

The man who suppressed the strange sword in his arms seemed to be bored while waiting, talking to himself and speaking to the sword.

The picture is a bit boring and funny.

Immediately, his eyes fell on the bright moon that appeared above his head for the second time not long ago.

"Leaving...returning? Then...what are the things that have returned..."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, looking thoughtful...

…

Inside an ancient and dilapidated ruin.

The flowers in Jiutian Cold Palace are in full bloom.

There are stone walls all around, as if it is closed.

The ruins are silent, like a sleeping giant.

It is filled with eternal silence, which seems to last forever until even the dust has decayed.

In the center, there is a luxurious and mysterious hot spring pool, with Jiutian Hangong flowers and a crystal pavilion by the pool.

At a certain moment, at the highest point above the head, the crescent-shaped dome made of colored glaze emitted a sudden burst of blue light.

At this moment, if a living person looked carefully, he would find a half-moon dome made of colored glaze, with some kind of flowing liquid on top.

The azure light was like snakes with unknown paths, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, changing constantly...

Under the irradiation of these blue lights.

The crystal pavilion became more and more sparkling and dazzling.

At this moment, the entire ruins suddenly darkened.

All light disappeared.

In the pitch-black space, you can't see your hand in front of you.

Only the crescent-shaped glass at the original dome position is still as bright as before.

Like a waxing moon in the darkness.

In addition, there are also the ruins of Jiutian Hangong flowers scattered below.

The petals emit star-like light.

This scene is like a brilliant galaxy in the darkness.

At this moment, all other lights mysteriously disappeared, leaving only a crescent moon and a galaxy of stars.

In the galaxy below the waxing moon, the stars that looked like tiny dots of light suddenly moved.

Like fireflies, flying together in the dark.

These star-like points of light gathered from top to bottom, like sand piling up to form a tower, and formed into a tall human-shaped body of light.

This scene happened quietly.

If someone observes carefully, they will find that the place where this tall human-shaped light body was born is the original hot spring pool...

That is also the place where the flowers of Jiutian Han Palace bloom the most luxuriantly in the ruins - and it is also the place where the galaxy shines the brightest in the darkness at this moment...

Another blink of an eye.

The pitch-black darkness suddenly disappeared.

The light blue light once again filled the entire space, and the vision was restored, everything was back to normal:

The ancient and desolate ruins are silent and quiet...

wrong!

Compared with the original, there are still changes!

Next to the hot spring pool, the sound of flowing water can be heard at this moment.

The sound was like someone getting out of the hot spring after bathing, and the steaming water drops slid down the body along an arc into the hot spring, hitting the water surface...

However, at this moment, when I looked around the hot spring pool, it was empty and no one was visible.

The water droplets were lifted into the air by some unknown force, outlining a tall, transparent figure in the air.

Following the graceful curve of the tall figure, it splashed back into the water.

After a while, all the water droplets brought up by the transparent object returned to the pool.

This tall, transparent figure is no longer visible to the naked eye.

There were only... footsteps gradually appearing on the water surface, extending all the way to the shore of the pool.

The speed and rhythm of the footprints were slow and casual, as if someone was taking a leisurely walk in the garden.

Finally, the footprints came from the water to the shore.

The flowers of the Jiutian Han Palace were pushed aside as silently as possible, spontaneously making way for someone.

The footprints and tracks extended all the way to the crystal pavilion.

Halfway through, this invisible tall and transparent figure seemed to stop by a bush of flowers somewhere.

A brilliant, round, arc-shaped Jiutian Hangong flower silently tilted, broke, and soared into the sky.

It feels like being twisted by an invisible hand.

The flowers spun slightly in the air.

Seems to be played with.

Then, the footsteps in the flowers continued to move forward, and finally, they arrived at the dazzling crystal pavilion.

At the moment when the first footprint silently stepped on the crystal floor of the pavilion, the neatly folded cyan-gold dress on the crystal table suddenly flew into the air and flew towards the door.

The clothes stretched out automatically in the air.

This is a luxurious palace skirt of cyan and gold color. The color is pure and noble, and the material is unknown. Outsiders can tell it is extraordinary at a glance.

The turquoise color is even rarer in the mountains and hills than the noble purple or the imperial black!

The material is always hard to find.

The color of this mysterious palace dress is so pure blue-gold, it is simply unprecedented. I don’t know what kind of craftsmanship and materials it is made of...

At this moment, the cyan-gold palace dress unfolded silently and was filled and propped up in an instant.

It seemed to be draped over a transparent figure in the pavilion.

At this point, one can finally get a glimpse of the outline of this transparent figure.

This unknown person who descended on the unknown land should be a woman, tall, half a body taller than an ordinary human woman, taller than a nine-foot-tall man of the human race...

There was still a ball of transparent air in front of her face, making it invisible.

At this moment, the freshly picked Jiutian Hangong flower in the tall woman's hand was picked up by the transparent hand under her sleeve and brought close to her head.

It seemed as if he was sniffing lightly.

The next moment, the tall woman who had not returned home for a long time, wearing a floor-length cyan palace dress, walked straight to the crystal table and sat down.

Her extremely slender waist was straight and motionless.

Noble and dignified, quiet and majestic...

Like a lonely and profound king.

Her temperament was so in tune with the atmosphere of this desolate place that at this moment, just sitting there quietly waiting, she naturally blended into the eternal tranquility of this dilapidated ruins.

This is a strange intuition that will spontaneously emerge in the witness...

At some point.

The crescent-shaped glazed dome above the ruins brightened a little... a little...

There was a faint roar that could blow the roof off the room, coming from an unknown direction, echoing softly in the ruins...

In the crystal pavilion surrounded by flowers, the tall woman who came for the appointment seemed to be supporting herself with her hands on the crystal table.

The wide, smooth cuffs fell to the elbows.

She tilted her head, supported it with her hands, and waited quietly.

…

"Gui, do you think that with my current physical condition, if I jump down, can I hold on for a while and fish out the stove and the sword ball?"

Zhao Rong stood beside the Moon Pond on the top of the Jiyue Mountain with his hands behind his back. He looked carefully at the azure blue surface of the lake in front of him. It was so deep that he could not see the bottom, and there were crackling sounds of lightning from time to time... So, he asked seriously in his heart.

Upon hearing this, the sword spirit spoke without thinking.

It said sincerely, "Of course! For our Young Master Zhao, this small lake is more than enough. I suggest that since there are not many people here, we should jump in and do it quickly."

The sword spirit urged sincerely.

"Yeah, I see."

The young scholar nodded, and the next second, without saying a word... he turned around and left.

Going down the mountain.

As long as this cheap sword spirit of mine enthusiastically recommends something for the first time, it will definitely kill him without leaving any trace.

Regarding this point, Zhao Rong still trusts Gui very much.

Never let him down.

Therefore, in the present moment, we cannot simply jump into this Moon Lake that has accumulated countless heavenly thunders to retrieve the furnace and the sword ball that should have been tempered.

Well, we have to stay in Jiyue Mountain for a while and make long-term plans.

On the mountain road, Zhao Rong, who had not yet changed out of his snow-white ceremonial robe, folded his hands and sighed softly.

"Tsk, Mr. Zhao, why don't you jump? Oh, you're scared now? How did you come up with that brilliant idea just now?"

The young scholar looked calm and ignored the sword spirit's pouting face.

Right now, he was going to go down the mountain to look for Qian'er, Qingdai and the others.

At noon not long ago, just after the Fengshan ceremony ended, countless people flocked to the Temple of Heaven under two bright moons.

Amidst the chaotic revelry, Dugu Chanyi and the dignitaries in the court discussed holding a celebratory lunch for the Fengshan ceremony.

Everyone decided to hold the ceremony at the big tent in the wilderness at the foot of the mountain, and celebrate together with the thousands of people from Dali who had come in the afternoon.

So after a busy period, Xianyue Li Nu and the Dali Imperial Guards finally stabilized the order of the crowd and drove the crowd that was fanatically surrounding Zhao Rong and other Confucian scholars down the mountain one after another.

Afterwards, everyone went down the mountain happily.

As the organizer of the Fengshan Ceremony and the number one contributor to the ceremony, Zhao Rong was of course the protagonist of the celebratory luncheon, and his treatment was on par with that of a certain silent female teacher in the academy.

However, Zhao Rong's mind at this moment was not on the Queen Mother Dali and the dignitaries who were toasting enthusiastically at the celebratory lunch, nor on the students like Gu Yiwu who were celebrating happily, nor even on the change in attitude of Meng Zhengjun who was grading the etiquette exam...

He declined the wine and hurriedly finished two bowls of white rice that the Empress Dowager Dali and the young emperor, an orphan and a widow, had served him. Then he found an excuse to rest because he was tired and left.

And he declined the lively celebrations in the afternoon.

After returning to the tent to rest, Zhao Rong coaxed Xiao Qian'er and Su Qingdai to study scriptures, and then quietly ran up to the Jiyue Mountain again.

The Thunderous Purple Gold Furnace and the perfectly refined Li Ji Sword Pill are still at the bottom of the Moon Pond on the top of the mountain.

However, Zhao Rong returned empty-handed during this trip to the mountain. He still had to think carefully about how to salvage the furnace and the sword ball...

At this moment, on the mountain road, the young Confucian scholar with his sleeves rolled up shook his head and sighed.

He looked up at a 45-degree angle and saw the two bright moons still hanging quietly in the sky.

I feel a little depressed in my crotch.

"Tsk, you deserve it!"

Gui glanced at the emotions in Zhao Rong's heart and sneered in annoyance.

"Who told you not to listen to me? Before the Fengshan ceremony, why not just put the stove in the hole of the thunderwood tree? Or let that silly little emperor do it for you? Why do you have to add unnecessary details and go around in circles... I don't know what you think about all day long?"

Zhao Rong put on a serious face and pretended to be angry and said, "Hey, little sword spirit, can you teach me how to do things?"

"What's wrong with just teaching you how to do things? Zhao Rong, are you that capable? I helped you find these Thunder Purple Gold Furnace and Li Ji Sword Pill. Also, try calling me Little Sword Spirit again!"

Zhao Rong suppressed the corners of his mouth that were about to curl, and nodded seriously:

"Yes, yes, you are just being arrogant. Whose sword spirit can be as powerful as mine? It's all your credit, okay? Next time you ask me to jump into the lake, I will do it right away. I don't care whether it's true or not, or if I get electrocuted to death. Anyway, I can't make my sword spirit unhappy... Come on, come back, smile."

Sword Spirit: “…”

The young scholar smiled and looked up at the Jiutian Hangong flowers flying in the sky like snowflakes.

"Get lost."

Gui snorted, then said unhappily: "I am annoyed when I see you now!"

"Oh? Then I'm different from you. I'm happy when I see my sword spirit."

Zhao Rong retracted his gaze, patted his sleeves, and smiled as sweet as spring breeze.

"you!"

Choked by the sword master's shameless and thick skin, Gui Bo said angrily: "You...you hurry up and get out!"

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head.

He looked back in the mountain breeze and glanced at the peak of Jiyue Mountain behind him.

His expression was restrained, he lowered his eyes and said softly:

"I had my reasons for asking Wangque to do that before..."