The tenth day of February, in the evening.
The clouds suddenly rose, slowly spreading from the southwest corner of Shangyun Mountain in Taijing, and it only took half a column of incense to cover the two peaks. Many restaurants in the city just happened to be able to see this spectacle, and everyone rushed to the window to see the mountains in the distance.
I saw that the clouds were very light, and the mist was like yarn, fluttering, just like the auspicious aura under the claws of the giant dragon, reflecting the orange-red sunset, as if the fairyland Yaochi suddenly fell into the world, giving birth to infinite reverie.
Just in time for the flock of birds to return to their nests in the evening, I saw countless bird warblers in the air entering the forest, throwing themselves under the clouds and mist, adding a bit of beauty to the scenery.
The crowd was amazed.
Others rushed down the pavilion, eagerly looking for an open place to view the scenery.
As a result, the place was not found, but it was found that some people had already climbed on the roof.
The cloud and mist stayed for about a quarter of an hour, at this time, half of the nineteen peaks of Shangyun Mountain were engulfed by the mist, leaving only the slender "dragon tail" and the towering "dragon head". When it is a dragon walking in the sky, it can be hidden and visible, but the whole picture cannot be seen.
The light of the sky gradually disappeared, leaving only a faint glow.
The cloud and mist also seemed to sink into the forest and slowly disappeared.
Candlelights and lanterns were lit up in the markets of the capital one after another, and people reminisced about the wonders they had just seen, and chatted with others excitedly.
Taijing has had many visions since ancient times.
However, in the past ten years, the popular auspicious sights have been decreasing day by day.
Golden Harvest White Deer and other auspicious signs happen every year, but when I hear it a lot, I am puzzled. If Chu was the destiny of the Qi Dynasty, why did Yongzhou suffer from a three-year drought and a locust plague? Why hasn't the South been pacified for a long time
Lu Zhang usurped the throne and seized power to establish a new dynasty. The day of his rebellion caused countless casualties among the people of Taijing. This people's backing is not because the Qi Dynasty said a few words of inheriting the destiny to change the dynasty and avenging the death of the three princes and nine marquis.
The people want to live a stable and happy life. As long as they can live, their complaints and pain will be swallowed up by them, and they will obey the new dynasty and the new ruler of the world.
I'd rather be a peace dog than a chaotic person.
Being in Taijing is already much better than people in many parts of the world.
In the past 16 years, the capital has gradually recovered, but it is still far from the Chu Dynasty.
In some places, you can barely see a microcosm of the prosperity of the past. For example, there are restaurants built in every market, as well as Goulan Washes.
The so-called hook rail, as the name suggests, is a zigzag railing, a stage and a shed.
There are more than a dozen hook fences in the large washer, and you can enter the shed for a fee.
There are not only singing, but also juggling, storytelling, shadow puppetry, puppetry, ventriloquism, flower drums, etc., as well as dancers and troupes from all over the world. There is no door in the Washe, and it is basically possible to welcome guests twelve hours a day throughout the year.
In terms of the structure of Ethereum, the workshops are separated by high walls, and the curfew is only enforced outside the workshops. When the time comes, the gates are locked. People can still go to the restaurants and teahouses in the square and go to the Washer Goulan to have fun.
Except for the Beicheng where the powerful and the wealthy live, and the Dongcheng where the wealthy live, the washhouses in other places have all fallen into disrepair, and only one or two singing and juggling groups appear occasionally.
The washer was empty, and some sheds were used by the nearby people as a place for sundries, and they were piled up in a mess.
There are broken pots and rotten wood, as well as broken stone pounding and rice hammers.
Some Jianghu people who had mixed into the capital beforehand hid here.
"... I heard that the inn was searched yesterday."
"Don't talk about it, when I went out to buy meat and drink today, I met the guards, and when I saw those people who didn't speak with a capital accent, I went up to ask for directions for verification. This official speaks reluctantly, calm and undisturbed, and no flaws are seen."
The talking Jianghu man was in his 40s and had a stubble on his face. He continued to say a little irritably, "The capital is so big, I don't know if the elders of the big factions have arrived or not, and where they live. I said, it's better to go into the mountains and explore the truth!"
"Are you crazy? Here's a shelter from the wind and rain, there's wine and meat, and what's in the mountains?"
"That is, there are so many people rushing to the treasure now, our brothers have to be more cautious, and continue to guard near Linchengmen tomorrow..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw a person running in and shouted in a panic, "Something happened! Something happened on Shangyun Mountain!"
These Jianghu people were startled and quickly stood up and asked, "What's wrong? Aren't you near Linchengmen?"
They took turns to follow, just to determine the foothold of the elders of the big sects. Outside the Lincheng Gate is Jiao Liudao, and along that road is Qingjiang. They estimate that most of the Jianghu people will come from that road.
Looking at the sky now, it's time to close the city gate.
"What did you just say? What happened to Shangyun Mountain?"
The man panted and replied, "That's right, I don't know why, but a lot of clouds and mists suddenly appeared in the mountains, as if the dragon king appeared, and there was a quarrel outside, you didn't hear it at all?"
"… "
Few people in Jianghu believe in ghosts and gods, let alone the Dragon King. Naturally, they don't only think of good omens like others.
"Could it be that the Imperial Tomb Treasure has been opened?"
Emperor Chen Li devoted himself to the construction of the mausoleum. In order to prevent the tomb from being destroyed in the future, many organs were added inside. Who knows if this is the steam or poisonous smoke that came out after the mechanism was turned on.
They hurriedly stepped out of the shed and slipped out of the Washer to check the situation.
However, the sun had already set, the sky was dark, and the situation on the other side of Shangyun Mountain could not be seen clearly.
On the contrary, the people on the street were very excited, talking loudly about the abnormality they had just seen, and several Jianghu people involuntarily stopped and listened.
When they figured out what happened, the door was closed, and they couldn't get out, so they had to stay here. While anxiously looking for the figure of the Jianghu fellow in the crowd, he wondered in his heart what was going on.
"Nothing happened near the city gate today, right?"
"...One of them took a fake guide, was dismantled by the city gate officer, and then ran away."
In order not to attract the attention of the gatekeepers, the person who was squatting into the gate only dared to stay in the tea shop near the city gate. It was already the closest shop to the city gate, but it was still some distance away from the city gate.
So he didn't see Meng Qi's appearance, couldn't hear what Meng Qi said, he could only barely distinguish the shouts of the city gate officer, and then judged what happened from the movement of the city guard.
Seeing that his companions didn't care, the man who was squatting into the door couldn't help but added, "The man is very light and powerful, I can't even see the shadow in the blink of an eye."
"Oh?"
A few people from Jianghu became interested, but they still didn't realize how dangerous this person was. They thought that this kind of person was a famous expert in Jianghu. Lost face.
"Do you know each other? If it's an acquaintance, laugh at it when we meet in the future, if it's an enemy..."
The crowd laughed.
Only the squatting man was brooding and said worriedly: "I don't know my name, and I can't see my face clearly, but I heard the shouting of the city gate official, and it seemed that he was exposed because he was too good-looking... "
Then I learned a few words I heard.
Everyone looked at each other in dismay, trying desperately to think about who is outstanding in the rivers and lakes.
To be honest, there are a lot of people who meet this standard. Those sects who accept apprentices will not look for crooked melons and crack dates. The young heroes of Jianghu from famous families are also dressed in a decent manner, but they are not so casual.
However, the white-faced boy who dressed like this can run into four or five casually on Taijing Street.
So this good-looking is not a polite word at all, but a real thing - it's a pity that this group of men running around in the rivers and lakes can't think of what this looks like in their minds, so they are very embarrassed.
In martial arts, there are only the sayings of the first swordsman, the first master, and the first beauty.
There is absolutely no such nondescript evaluation as the first beautiful man and the first white-faced niche.
There are nicknames such as Jade Mian Langjun and Ghost Rakshasa, but these two nicknames can only prove that they are more handsome or ugly. Under the circumstance that most of the bottom-level Jianghu people are unshaven and not very particular, as long as they are not full of alcohol, wear a clean, expensive clothes, and have decent facial features, there is no one who has the cheek to call himself a prince with a jade face. will rebut.
"Could it be a master of Qinggong who disguises herself as a man?"
"It's possible... Forget it, we should figure out what happened to Shangyun Mountain!"
This night, Taijing's undercurrent was surging.
The Jianghu people who met each other whispered and exchanged what they knew. Some of them decided to go out of the city to go to Shangyun Mountain after dawn, and some insisted on waiting in the city for the abbot of Hengchang Temple or other big figures in the rivers and lakes to arrive.
The officials were overjoyed at the Qintian Prison in the capital.
The matter of Xingbo made the emperor very unhappy and angered them. Now that there is a good omen, they don't have to live so tremblingly.
More officials hurriedly spread out the paper and wrote a few words of flattery to congratulate the heaven on the good omen.
There are some people who think more: Xingbo collided with Ziweiyuan, this is a sign of the instability of the emperor! A month later, the clouds are now shrouded in the clouds, who is this auspicious? Qi Dynasty? Chu Dynasty? Or the upcoming new dynasty
So shocked, who is at home who may rebel.
At this moment, we are going to the Dragon Claw Peak of Yunshan Mountain.
Mo Li watched the spiritual energy that was transformed into essence dissipate, and heaved a long sigh of relief.
For a while, he thought that the spiritual energy was going to carry Meng Qi away. And I don't know if it was his illusion, those auras seemed to want to wrap themselves up and take them away.
When the clouds disappeared, Mo Li felt that what he saw again might not be Meng Qi, but the golden dragon.
Now Meng Qi left without being wrapped in aura in front of the doctor.
Nor did it become a dragon, or a gerbil.
"How do you feel now? Is there any discomfort?"
Mo Li looked at Meng Qi carefully. In fact, he most wanted to know whether Meng Qi had recovered his memory and whether he knew that he was a dragon.
"...God full of energy." Meng Qi said helplessly, "I almost wanted to climb Longjiao Peak with the doctor behind my back."
That is the highest point of the nineteen peaks of Shangyun Mountain.
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