This troublesome autumn is finally over. [Ran^Text^Library] []【Ran Library(7764)】

Long Zixing couldn't remember all the autumns he had passed, the earliest he could remember was the autumn when he was four years old, and that autumn was the first time he had witnessed the magical technique of using qi to resist things. He had only heard about it before. Listen to the sisters, listen to the father, listen to the teacher, listen to the adults in the royal court. But it's only when you see it with your own eyes that it's truly unforgettable.

In the autumn when he was nine years old, his father began to take him on a tour of the country, and their footprints traveled to five provinces north of the Wen River and four provinces to the south, and although he could not write down every place he visited, the magnificent scenery of thousands of lakes and sails, the spectacular terraced rice fields of the basin, the flowerbeds of strange and brilliant flowers, the blazing rocky mountains as red as flames, the green swamps of the streets crowded with green-skinned aliens, and the dragon scale walls that stretched endlessly with sentry posts, The unattainable Inchiramo Mountains and the sapphire-like blue straits were firmly in his mind.

And this autumn, he tasted the taste of longing for the first time. Sweet and painful, sometimes it kept him awake at night, sometimes it made him cry, sometimes it made him gnash his teeth, sometimes it made him fidget, wishing that he was not born with a pair of wings, and could fly like a free bird over the high wall, over the suburban fields, to the vineyard.

However, whenever he thought so, he would regret it the next day. Although he is still three years away from reaching adulthood, he is no longer a child. When his father was ill for a long time and his two sisters married far away, he should have become the master of the family, and he should have put aside those selfish thoughts and concentrated his energy on family and state affairs. Only after all this is done can he think about other things.

Now the situation is delicate, the father and the country are surrounded by a huge conspiracy, although there is no direct evidence, but Cheng Feng's death says it all. There were eyes and ears in the palace watching them. Who was behind the scenes? Who was preventing him from investigating the truth, who wanted to usurp the throne? The names he could think of made him shudder. He should have told his father about this, but he was afraid that his father's health would be affected if he had improved slightly. In the past month, he has been careful in everything, observing his face at the court meeting and the dragon court meeting, and collecting the clues he needs. Waiting for the day of the dragon worship, he will confess the matter to the dragon god and Pan on the altar and listen to the will of the gods. God will punish those who rebel, and the Elder of the Iron Fist Temple has given him plenty of faith.

It was out of high expectations and great trust in him that his father appointed him as the worshipper on the day of the Dragon Worship, which was an honor that only the Dragon King himself had. He understood that when his father made this appointment, he was actually announcing that he would inherit the throne in the near future. His father had already treated him as a real adult.

How could he let his father down?

He told himself: "On the day of Bairon, I will be the son my father intended to be, and until then, I will say goodbye to the past." I don't deceive myself, I don't deceive others, I open my mind. I am the son of the dragon, and the dragon god will help me.

The clairvoyance that his father gave him last time, he later copied one by Qiu De, a national craftsman, and Qiu De understood its principle and improved it, and the new one was better than the old one. He took the two clairvoyants with him, and on a sunny afternoon, under the protection of Yu Jian, Qi Shaoyu, Duan Zhenyue, three swordsmen, and twenty dragon monarch guards, he rode to the western outskirts of the city in a carriage with the royal court emblem.

For the guards, this was just a visit by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to the new food supply area, and Long Jun had recently improved his health and started drinking his favorite wine again. It makes sense that the Dragon Monarch's guards have to come here to take a look.

Winter has arrived, looking at the field from afar, the emerald green coat has been stripped away, dyed into a withered yellow, the terrain is like a slightly undulating wave, constantly surging forward, and finally forming a neat wheat field. Flocks of gray-brown geese line up in a neat line, from north to south, crossing the canopy dotted with clouds, and the chirping of the geese makes the field feel more desolate and lonely.

The mill still works slowly, the wind wheels look like overworked and aged old men, and the vines stand lonely in rows, waiting for their owners to prune their leaves. The imaginary shadow did not appear in front of him. The carriage stopped a short distance in front of the vineyard, and Long Zixing and the three swordsmen who were wearing swords got out of the carriage and walked towards the mill, while the other guards took the reins and waited on their horses.

This was the first time Long Zixing had walked through the vineyards, the old facades of the brown wooden houses and the wooden hedges were visible through the cracks in the trees, and a small yellow dog spotted them, rushed out of the fence, and stood still at them and barked, the cry leading the owner over. It was a small farmer, who seemed to be in his forties, dressed in a gray coarse kudzu shirt and a pair of white-washed blue cloth trousers, barefoot, and the little yellow dog followed at his feet, glaring warily at the visitor. What caught the eye was the left side of his face, which seemed to have been burned, and the skin and rotten flesh formed a terrible scar, which reminded Long Zixing of the clay face he had made when he was a child, and he was accidentally stepped on by a single foot. Is this the father of the lotus leaf?

On today's trip, Long Zixing specially instructed the guards not to wear silver scale armor that marked their identity, but the white scale armor and the sword on his waist still surprised the crop man, he stepped forward and asked in a cautious voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, why do you come to the red wine mill?"

Yu Jian held the dragon mark in his hand and walked to the front, "This farmer, we are here to inspect by the order of the owner of the mill, that is, His Majesty the Dragon Monarch. ”

The crop man looked at Yu Jian, and then glanced at Long Zixing a few times before saying, "Then adults, please look at it casually." Behind this vineyard is the mill and a few fields, and here I am alone, so I will pour a bowl of water for the adults to drink. ”

"Just you?" Long Zixing almost blurted out, but he immediately noticed the gaffe, and immediately said, "Don't you have a wife and children?"

Mu Ran, a farmer, said: "My wife was recruited by the dragon god several years ago, and my children went to Changqiu Town today to repair farm tools. ”

Long Zixing was suddenly disappointed, this trip was in vain, but it couldn't be seen. "No need to pour water, you go about your business. Your Majesty has an order, and we will also take a look and leave. ”

The farmer didn't say anything, but turned back and disappeared behind a row of vines, and the little yellow dog ran after him, glancing at them as he turned.

This is just a routine inspection, Qi Shaoyu is quite familiar with agricultural affairs, familiar with cereals, crop cultivation and care, mainly he is busy. The swordsman was a distant relative of Liuping, the third son of a landed nobleman in Micheng, Baihua Province, with a horse's face, a shallow beard on his upper lip, and a mole on the bridge of his nose and the corners of his mouth. He had taken a blood oath at the age of twenty-eight, and it has been five years since then.

Long Zixing was excited, and Qi Shaoyu took people to the mill and the field to check, but fortunately, Qi Shaoyu didn't let him wait too long, and came out of the mill and nodded at him, indicating that everything was fine. After Yu Jian went to greet the farmer, the group got in the car and left.

On the way back, Long Zixing was not very interested, and when he chatted, he also forced a smile, and when he came, he was like two people. He saw a strange look on the faces of some of the guards, but he didn't dare to ask.

After returning to the Yingwu Palace, Long Zixing held the clairvoyance in the palm of his hand, one hand at the other, and sat silently in the courtyard, looking up at the blue and white sky like washed kudzu cloth, and sat until the evening, when Ding Ming asked him where he was going to eat, he spoke: "Send it over, I won't go out today." ”

It was only then that he felt that he was still a child who was not strong enough, and not an adult. A real adult is strong-willed, so he will not be as easily flustered and have no ideas as he is. He hadn't been to the wine mill for more than a month, he was doing well, and he always thought that he could control his emotions well and would not be easily swayed, he had too many things to worry about and think about, and the lotus leaf should be the least important of them all.

However, he now discovers that this is not the case. What he wanted to do today was not done, leaving behind a nasty tail, and there were only a few days left in the day of worship, and he had to clean up the tail. But he was determined not to go again, so he went to the bedroom, took out an embroidered bag from a small drawer, took out the gold lotus in it, put the new clairvoyance made by Qiu De into it, wrote a sentence on the paper, and when the ink was dry, folded it and put it in the embroidered bag.

This embroidered bag was one of the gifts given to her by his eldest sister Dai Lan on his seventh birthday, and it contained this small gold lotus flower at that time, and the embroidered bag was embroidered by Dai Lan herself, and it was a blooming lotus flower with gold threads tattooed on it. Under the spiral corridor in his father's bedroom, the lotus pond was always full of lotus flowers, and his father was particularly fond of this plant. Affected, he and his sisters also liked it.

After getting this done, he felt a lot calmer. Tomorrow he will settle this trouble, and he will say a real goodbye to this fall, and honestly go to his bar mig. He must always remember that the Holy King said, "We have a heavy responsibility on our shoulders." Any person from the Dragon family should engrave this sentence in their hearts and become a part of their soul, just as a fish will not forget to swim, a bird will not forget to fly, and a horse will not forget to run.

The next day was Yu Jian on duty, Long Zixing deliberately rushed to his father's bedroom when the guard was changed at the stove time, he walked through the curved corridor on the Qinglian Pond, and the beautiful crucian carp that usually swims happily under his feet is difficult to find at this moment, and the curled lotus leaves are a little decayed against the backdrop of a pool of clear water. Yu Jian walked towards him.

"Your Highness, are you here to dine with Your Majesty at this time? The chief steward didn't say you were going to have dinner today, so I'll tell him to go. ”

"No, I told Ding Ming to arrange it. Teacher, I have something to entrust to you, and I hope you can help me with it. He pulled Yu Jian's silver bracers, which were tattooed with intricate golden patterns, and his voice was very low.

Yu Jian said with a smile: "Your Majesty is deeply honored. ”

Long Zixing handed over the embroidered bag in his hand and put it in Yu Jian's palm, "This kind of thing, please help me take it to the wine mill and give it to the farmer's daughter, her name is Lotus Leaf, and she is the same age as me." It must be in her own hands. ”

Yu Jian was stunned and didn't seem to react, but soon showed a very understanding expression, "What His Highness explained, His Majesty must have done well." ”

Long Zixing felt a little hot on his face: "Please help me do it before the Dragon Day." ”

"I'll go tomorrow. If she goes to repair farm tools again, I'll wait until she comes back. ”

"Only you know, I know, God knows. ”

"After tomorrow, I don't know about it, I will forget about it. Yu Jian's appearance when he said this was really pleasing to people. He saw his smile on Yu Jian's golden goggles. He hoped that this smile would continue to worship the dragon day, continue the day of the dragon's face, and continue until he sat on the throne and calmed down the hidden dangers. When that day comes, he will begin to face his heart and do what he has to do.

About 1,000 years ago, on New Year's Day, the Holy King Yugu saw the dragon god show his true face on the top of the sacred mountain, and since then, the day of New Year's Day has been named the Dragon's Day, and every 100 years, the Dragon's Birthday is called the Day of the Dragon's Face. At the end of each year, Yugu claimed that one day should be used to pay homage to the god of the earth, to thank him for his grace and blessing to the boxers over the past year, and to pray for good weather and peace for the coming year. The universe is divided into nine realms, so the Holy King chose the significant number "nine", so the ninth day of December was named the Day of Worship.

According to tradition, on the day of the Dragon Worship, at the beginning of the Dragon Hour, the Dragon Emperor will command his ministers, under the protection of the guards, along the Dragon Avenue to the temple area in the west of the city, enter the Floating Cloud Forest, and climb the holy mountain.

Long Jun had authorized the crown prince to replace him and command the ministers, so Long Zixing wore a golden robe embroidered with nine dragons, a golden soaring crown with dragon wings on his head, and stepped on the golden boots engraved with the pattern of the Nine Realms.

The huge royal convoy slowly advanced on the Julong Avenue, the people of the royal capital poured out, the children supported the elderly parents, the children straddled the father's neck and shoulders, and the women, despite the crumpled and naked clothes, all crowded to both sides of the Julong Avenue, vying to witness this annual festival spectacle, and slowly moving west with the convoy. The 10,000 troops from the Shoal Fort formed the protective walls on both sides of the Dragon Avenue, and 5,000 Wang Du Wuwei and 400 Dragon Monarch guards served as the wings of the long convoy.

On this day, the sky was clear, the warm sun was shining, and the sun was sprinkled like golden threads, falling on the shining swords, guns and armor, emitting a dazzling light as they moved. The silver armor of the dragon monarch guard, the white armor of the king capital military guard and the gray armor of the king ** team, converged thousands of bright points of light of the flow of people, just like the sparkling spear river in the sunset, the river flows, changing into a gorgeous scenery of colorful light.

When the procession marched outside the Fuyun Forest, the monks of the Iron Fist Temple had already lined up and greeted them outside the temple, and the first one was the great elder of the Iron Fist Temple, Xun Zhou, a senior monk over seventy years old. This eighteenth-generation Great Elder wears a long white robe, embroidered with countless twills with gold and silver threads, and his silver beard reaches his chest, he is tall and thin but energetic, and his actions are elegant and light, without any old age, which is really extraordinary.

According to custom, Xun Zhou served as a ceremonial guide to carry the long procession up the sacred mountain. The time to start the climb is set to end at the time of the dragon, and the time of day to start is not too late. It was still a little short of the day, and the team was resting under the holy mountain, and Long Zixing was very happy to see Wanyou, so he exchanged his experience with the new teacher. When the day comes, the time tower in the Iron Fist Temple rings loudly, the sound of bells resounds in all directions, and the mountaineering ceremony officially begins