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!
Chapter completed!