In the past few days, many magpies have been chirping on the branches in Chang'an City. They have been chatting with each other in pairs outside the window from morning to night, making Qingya very uncomfortable with the noise.
Unknowingly, it was already the seventh day of July in a blink of an eye.
Early this morning, Hua Qing'er ran out of the house mysteriously. Qing Ya asked her where she was going, but she just whispered, "Wait until I come back."
There was a shower in Chang'an in the afternoon. The pattering rain washed away the residual heat of late summer and early autumn. As the evening approached, the rain also stopped.
The rain quickly dissipated, and the sky seemed to be washed and blue, like a sapphire hanging in the sky.
A colorful rainbow stood on the horizon, and the magpies hovering over Chang'an flew towards the rainbow until they disappeared.
Are they going to the Milky Way and building a magpie bridge so that the two stars, the Morning Ox and the Weaver Girl, can meet?
Under the Hongqiao, there seems to be a fairy returning in the sunset.
The long aqua skirt embroidered with peonies is covered with a white jade-colored gauze with scattered flowers, and the mist-like gauze is covered with bright haze.
The feathers are like clouds, and the snow-colored skin is like jade. Is it the Jade Rabbit from the Moon Palace who comes to play in the human world?
The golden phoenix spreads its wings on the hollow-carved glazed hairpin, as if it is about to soar into the sky. There are a few small fishtail braids in her smooth hair. She comes with a smile, and the sunset in the sky becomes brisk because of her. .
As she got closer, Qing Ya discovered that there were two blood-colored vertical lines drawn between her eyebrows, and a drop of blue blood in the middle looked like the mark of a god.
The corners of her eyes were dyed with vermilion ink, and the white lines were like clouds and wings, flying in the corners of her eyes. Under her left eye, a small, dark, nameless flower bloomed on her cheek.
Watching her walking towards him step by step from the courtyard gate, Qingya stared at her blankly, forgetting everything for a moment.
"Hey, stop looking, it's getting dark if you look at it."
Hua Qing'er stretched out her right hand and waved it in front of Qing Ya's eyes, and then someone woke up as if from a dream.
"How about it, it looks good."
Hua Qing'er put her face in front of Qing Ya, so close that their cheeks seemed to be touching each other.
The girl's fragrance penetrated Qingya's sense of smell and touched his heartstrings.
"Too close, can't see clearly."
Even though my heart was surging, the words that came to my lips were just ordinary words.
"Hmph, who cares about you, I'm going shopping."
Hua Qing'er curled her lips and pushed Qing Ya away, and walked out of the courtyard with brisk steps like a white rabbit.
Qing Ya, who was behind him, touched his nose awkwardly and followed him with all his might.
Thin clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men are far away in darkness. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they be together day and night?
The short dusk faded quickly, and tonight was the Chinese Valentine's Day. The entire Zhuque Street and the entire Chang'an City were immersed in the atmosphere of a garden party.
At the foot of the imperial city, a flower boat with a height of more than ten feet was moored in the square. The lanterns were about to burn, making the colored glass shine like stars in the sky.
On the decks one after another, ladies as gorgeous as peonies danced gracefully, scattering pieces of begonia petals. From then on, every street and alley was filled with flowers.
At the corner of the street, someone set up a pavilion. The ground was covered with soft hay, and dark green watermelons were placed one after another on it.
The girls sat together and whispered. It is said that if anyone hears Vega's whisper in the melon shed on this day, then she will be able to reap Vega's blessings and be united with her loved one forever.
The grand gathering in Chang'an has never only belonged to humans. Thousands of monsters and ghosts living under the same sky are also here together through the beautiful scenery.
At the embroidery stall, a girl in a white chiffon dress easily threaded the silk thread into the needlehole against the wind. According to custom, she would be blessed with the most beautiful and beautiful skills.
However, these seem to be of little use to her, because her body is a snow-white spider, and threading needles and threads is just a piece of cake for her.
As if she felt someone was watching her, she turned her head to look at Qingya, waved to her and smiled.
Qing Ya was about to clasp her fists in return when she suddenly saw another pair of hands stretching out from her armpits, and two pairs of eyes opened again on her forehead.
For a moment, pairs of eyes, one big, two small and three, smiled at me together.
Even though Qing Ya already knew her identity, she still felt a little scared and quickly took Hua Qing'er's hand and ran away.
When the woman saw Qing Ya running away, she covered her mouth with her sleeves and smiled even more.
Qingya, on the other hand, was a little depressed. Not all the abilities brought by the needle were useful.
Before Qingya could stand firm, he suddenly felt a rumbling sound under his feet. However, Qingya looked around and found nothing approaching. The surroundings were still joyful and peaceful.
But Qingya heard it clearly, it was the sound of horse hooves that stirred up the dust on the ground.
"What's wrong with you? Do you feel something?"
Hua Qing'er noticed something strange about Qing Ya and hurriedly asked.
Qingya held her hand, and instantly, a deafening sound reached Hua Qing'er's ears.
The two looked to the north, and the direction from which the sound came seemed to be Lishan Mountain.
In a moment, the two of them felt a sense of oppression from the king.
At this time, what came oncoming was a black vehicle with eight horses driving together. The dark body was close to the cold metal. Just parked on the roadside, it made people feel a powerful majesty.
Behind the carriage, there was a formation of black-armored troops, fighting and dancing, as if they were going on an expedition.
I'm afraid only the emperor can travel with such courage.
But the person in the car is definitely not from today's world. Both the carriage and the armor are mainly black, and the dynasty that respects black comes from Lishan...
There is no doubt that the person in the car is Qin Shihuang Yingzheng, the first emperor of the ages who conquered the six kingdoms.
Both of them were a little shocked. They never thought that this legendary figure did not enter the reincarnation.
He really lived up to what he said during his lifetime, and even after death, he still ruled the underground world.
What they saw before their eyes at this moment was a rich history.
The door curtain of the carriage was lifted. Dressed in a black dragon robe and a crown with twelve bead curtains, the former king stepped out of the carriage. He seemed like an elder, quietly gazing at today's prosperous Chang'an.
"Once upon a time, I thought that the Great Qin would be passed on from generation to generation, to all eternity. As of today, the world of Han, Wei, Shu, Wu, Jin, and Sui is no longer my world.
Xianyang...Chang'an..."
This eternal emperor looked at Chang'an today, sighed slightly, and then laughed loudly.
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raised an army, he repaired my sword and spear, and I share the same enemy with you!"
He sang ancient songs and returned to his car. Thousands of Xuanjia turned around and headed straight for Lishan Mountain.
"Is that person really the First Emperor recorded in the book?"
Until now, Hua Qing'er was still a little doubtful. Anyone in history would be a little stunned when a figure in history suddenly appeared in front of him.
At this moment, a Taoist wearing a navy blue Taoist robe, wearing a Hunyuan bun, and holding a white cloud dust came to the two of them.
He nodded slightly and spoke to the Infinite Heavenly Lord.
"The two little friend gods passed through people and saw the emperor at the right time. In fact, little friends, there is no need to panic. During every festival, His Majesty the First Emperor would come here from Lishan Mountain, and he must also be recalling the glorious years of the past.
In this city of Chang'an, both humans and non-humans live here. There will be more interesting things waiting for you two to discover in the future. Here, Pindao wishes you a fruitful trip to Chang'an. "
After saying that, the Taoist priest disappeared in front of the two of them.
It seems that the Emperor's Imperial City is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. As a monk in the foundation building stage, I really don't seem to be able to see enough.
After this incident, the two of them didn't encounter anything weird again. After Hua Qing'er tried begging several times but failed, she angrily took Qing Ya to eat.
Looking at the girl in front of him who turned his anger into appetite, Qingya felt that watching other people eat was also a very interesting thing. If he could, he would be willing to watch her eat every day.
Of course, he was also willing to watch his master eat.
But Master's appetite is much smaller than hers, so every time she finishes eating, she just sits there and watches her eat quietly.
"Unexpectedly, we actually met the legendary First Emperor, the legendary figure who believed that he had merited more than the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors."
Because the experience just now was too shocking, the two still talked about this topic.
"Why does he look a little sentimental now?"
Hua Qing'er drank Fanbang's pomegranate juice, and the sour taste made her frown.
"Because his empire no longer exists, and even he himself has turned into a handful of loess. The look we took at him just now spanned more than nine hundred years."
"But the world is still the same world. Whether it is Qin or Han, after a few hundred years, no matter how prosperous the dynasty is, it will disappear."
Watching Hua Qing'er quietly move the pomegranate juice in front of her, and then quietly move the watermelon juice in front of her in front of herself. Qing Ya pretended not to see it, picked up the cup and took a sip as if nothing had happened.
Gee, it’s really sour.
"Mr. Wolong once said that if the world is united for a long time, it will divide, and if it is divided for a long time, it will unite. We are now lucky to be born in the heyday of the dynasty, far away from wars and disputes.
What's even more fortunate is that we have entered the path of spiritual practice, and we don't seem to be mediocre people.
In the future, we will have a long life, hundreds or thousands of years, to see all the vicissitudes of the world.
But even in a long life, there will be a day when it disappears.
Sister Qing'er, look at the sky. "
Hua Qing'er looked in the direction of Qingya's finger, and what she saw was not the bright moon, but the endless, vast starry sky.
"Master once told me that the moonlight shining on us is not its own light. But those little stars are the starlight from hundreds of millions of years."
