It seems that he is expecting something.

"Tzuyu, actually, although this thunder is exaggeratedly fierce and more powerful than the usual thunder, it is not too dangerous. We retreated a little too far back, but it's just in case, so it's okay."

Gu Yiwu, who was next to Zhao Rong, glanced at Meng Xuezheng in the front and said to him quietly.

"how do I say this?"

Zhao Rong raised his head and didn't blink, but he couldn't help but ask.

The burly Confucian scholar Nunuzui:

"Well, there's that lightning strike tree. I don't know how long this ancient tree has existed or who planted it. Anyway, almost every day at this time on the top of the mountain, there will be a thunderbolt."

"And this lightning strike tree, which seems to be the body of the osmanthus tree, is like a magnet, it can attract thunder to strike down, and it can catch most of the thousands of thunderbolts every day..."

While Gu Yiwu was explaining, a sudden gust of wind came.

In an instant, Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and everyone else heard a thunderous explosion in their ears, leaving no one with time to cover their ears.

Boom——!

Following the first thunder, lightnings fell one after another in an instant, all aimed directly at the lightning-struck tree in the center of the mountain top. Each one was louder than the other, deafening and deafening.

And the frequency of this thunder seems to be free of charge, there is an endless stream!

Everyone who fled from the thunder almost had their ears blown off, and they ended up with ringing in their ears.

Zhao Rong looked at the twisted thunder snakes in front of him, connecting the thunderstorm and the thunder gui on the top of the mountain, and couldn't help but inhale slightly.

The scene is really spectacular.

Most of the people around them shrank their heads subconsciously, probably because they were afraid that if a lightning bolt missed, it would hit them on the head...

However, a certain young Confucian scholar did quietly nod his head.

Somewhat satisfied.

"Hey, it's so thunderous..."

In Zhao Rongxin Lake, the lazy voice of a certain sword spirit came, but the sound was quickly suppressed by the sound of thunder.

"...I woke everyone up."

Gui muttered, then said a little happily:

"Zhao Rong, I chose this mountain top to refine the sword pill. Just now I saw a few interesting 'little guys' hidden in this thunder. They are already in the category of sky thunder..."

"Um."

Zhao Rong just responded and no longer had time to talk to it. His eyes carefully looked at the top of the mountain above.

He found that what Brother Yiwu said was correct. Although the thunder on the top of the mountain in front of him was extremely powerful, being on the top of the mountain was like being in a thunder pond.

but.

Most places on the top of the mountain seem to be very safe.

Because almost 99% of the thunder and lightning struck the ancient thunder osmanthus.

Among the dense thunderclouds in the sky, lightning fell from all directions. At this moment, it was connected to the lonely scorched tree below. This scene was like a leafy tree of thunder, standing between the sky and the earth, connecting the sacrifice.

Moon mountain top and dark clouds in the sky.

The roots of this 'Thunder Tree' are made of thunder osmanthus, and its branches are made of lightning, making it tall and majestic.

In this way, most locations on the top of the mountain are relatively safe.

It can be said that it is easy to enjoy the shade under the big tree, and it is protected by the ancient thunder osmanthus 'remaining shade'.

Just after ten breaths, occasionally one or two thunderbolts would leak out and land on a random place on the top of the mountain, either shattering the bluestone or exploding the lake water...

Zhao Rong squinted his eyes and silently studied the scene before him.

At a certain moment, my eyes fell on the deep hole of the lightning-struck tree...

Later, he noticed that the thunderwood grew close to the shore, with half of its root system submerged in the blue water of the Moon Pool.

Although it is not known whether the blackened and withered bird is still alive and absorbing the water of the moon pool, it is currently undergoing tremendous thunder and lightning, and some of the lightning seems to have been absorbed and eliminated by the blue lake water.

So it's not just Lei Gui acting as a lightning rod, attracting thunder.

This moon pool seems to be a thunder pool that absorbs thunder and lightning?

Zhao Rong secretly thought...

After about one hundred and twenty breaths, the sound of thunder gradually subsided, and then quickly disappeared within three short breaths.

The thick thunderclouds above everyone's heads dispersed, and no heavy rain fell during the whole process, which was quite a spectacle.

As the clouds dispersed and the sun rose, Zhao Rong and others felt that the sky and the earth were in harmony, as if the sky had cleared after the rain, and it was extremely clear.

Everyone returned to the top of the mountain, and the officials and craftsmen of the Ministry of Rites continued to perform their duties.

Meng Zhengjun turned around and prepared to leave directly.

However, a certain young scholar moved faster than her.

"Mr. Meng, please stay."

Zhao Rong suddenly shouted with a bright smile.

Meng Zhengjun took a few more steps after his voice sounded, but in the end he still stopped and said without looking back:

"Say something quickly."

Zhao Rong covered his mouth and coughed, then nodded and said, "Mr. Jian seems to be a master of magical calculations. Can you help us students who are taking the exam calculate when tomorrow's thunder on the mountaintop will start?"

He paused, nodded seriously and said, "Well, Mr. Meng, this shouldn't be considered cheating. I believe that your magical power, sir, should be able to measure it."

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other students suddenly focused on the back of the old-fashioned woman in Confucian robes.

Zhao Rong estimated that Meng Xuezheng would probably find an excuse to avoid helping them calculate the moment when the thunder would hit the top of the mountain tomorrow, leaving them with the risk of being delayed in the assessment midway.

However, what neither he nor the students around him expected was that Meng Zhengjun, who was not far away, nodded without thinking, with a smile on his lips, and counted with his fingers.

"About ten breaths past two o'clock at noon tomorrow, the thunder will come on time. It will be the day when the thunder is at its strongest in the past two months."

She spoke directly without any concealment, and was very detailed. Then she turned her head, looked at Zhao Rong calmly, smiled and said: "You should be careful to avoid it, don't delay the Fengchan assessment."

When this old-fashioned female college gentleman smiled, the nasolabial folds on her face deepened.

Then, she shook her sleeves and left the top of the mountain directly. Her steps seemed to be quite leisurely...

Gu Yiwu and other students from the Justice Hall were slightly surprised to be shown concern by this old woman's kind tone, and looked at each other.

Zhao Rong clenched his fists slightly.

After a while, his head turned suddenly.

His eyes fell on the cliff where the inscription would be carved.

Does Meng Zhengjun think that these rituals of enshrining Zen that he ordered are destined to fail?

Or is he the kind that she can find a legitimate reason to give him a zero point? Did she decide to be picky and forcefully deduct points, or is it... that his courtesy is really not good enough?
Chapter completed!