Days and nights of the Raiders of Peerless Beauty

On the night of the Hungry Ghost Festival, Yuchan was miserable.

The entire holy city of Xian'an is bustling with noise, and the voices of the crowd are like wavy lines, chasing the mountains and rivers covered by the moonlight, passing layer by layer.

The road into the city and the river around the city were all blocked into various patches, and they were on the verge of collapse.

Xie Dunyun couldn't wait for the horse to stop, turned sideways lightly, landed on the ground like a swift, his legs swerved, jumped on the side of the chasing horse, and grabbed Qi Jiu's ankle.

Qi Jiu yelled repeatedly, his eyes were shaking, he had already been roughly pulled to the ground by him, and the soles of his feet were painfully rubbed.

The two horses didn't seem to notice the driver's departure, they squeezed into the pile of carriages and horses one after another, and ran away cleanly.

There was no time to communicate with each other or complain, Xie Dunyun dragged Qi Jiu's wrist and ran all the way.

Changing the scene, Qi Jiu was completely dumbfounded. He felt that the scene in front of him suddenly changed from a road congested with cars and horses to a towering city with bright lights and shadows on the city gate, and the smoke was lingering, like a deep sea of ​​tranquility. , And like a huge wave of joy.

When his sight can adapt to this level of stimulation.

The streets in the holy city of Xian'an suddenly opened up, and the brilliant lights like a long river seemed to ignite Qi Jiu's naturally curly hair.

Bright, solemn, and radiant.

Xie Dunyun just saw the white marble carved stone pier beside the bridge, kicked away the unlucky guy who was squatting on it to watch the fun, pushed Qi Jiu to sit on it, and said: "If my calculation is not wrong, I have an extremely important person who will meet tonight." Something happened. But I can't go fast with you, so you have to sit here and wait for me to come back."

Qi Jiuji nodded obediently, sitting on the stone pier without moving.

Xie Dunyun turned around and was swallowed by the crowd.

Qi Jiu put his heels on the protruding flower ridges at the bottom of the stone pier, held his cheeks in both hands, and silently stared at the feet coming and going, walking hurriedly, going their separate ways.

During the Zhongyuan Festival, it is said that the underground palace opens the gate of hell, and the deceased ancestors can go home for reunion. Therefore, there are temples in the holy city of Xian’an, where steamed buns are placed, ancestors are worshiped, and lotus lamps are lit. Paper money is scattered everywhere, hidden in the bustle. Inexplicably weird.

Qi Jiu was very hungry, and the mysterious sweet taste was conveyed through the pungent nose of the cigarette.

After being hooked, he left the seat and followed the smell.

Passing through the long and narrow gap between shoulders, all the way apprehensive, confused all the way, and finally came to the back of a group of people who were squeezed together.

In the crowd, there is a red lacquer square table in the central open space, with more than a dozen empty plates, with shallow mouths and deep mouths, some round and some flat, all eyes are focused on the empty plates on the table, as if nailed, even breathing lightly Condensed, the atmosphere did not dare to take a deep breath.

Standing beside the table was a stooped man with a stooped figure, not at all in the posture of summoning souls and welcoming ghosts, more like an actor playing a variety of operas, sometimes winning bursts of amazed praise.

Qi Jiu had never had such a wonderful experience before, and obviously became interested, she stood on tiptoe and took a closer look, and saw the stooped man wearing a wide hat covering his face, revealing a wide unshaven chin, lips hidden in his beard, and a smile on his lips.

The man's little finger hooked the silver jug ​​with a rhinoceros holding a cup pattern, and shouted hoarsely to the people present, "Tonight, the gates of the earth are wide open, and hundreds of souls are walking at night, and everyone will set up a venue to welcome them. The soul of the road, the accumulation of Yinde, I also invite all my fathers and brothers to enjoy the delicious food and wine, and ascend to the bliss together."

"Come and taste, my pot of Yao Chi Chun is not good enough."

He hooked the spout of the pot, turned around and sprinkled it, as if something was really spilled from the exquisite silver pot.

The people around were all like demons, with their mouths wide open and their tongues sticking out, trying desperately to absorb the splashed nectar.

Qi Jiu stared, only to feel the countless human heads blocking her rushing forward, clicking her tongue in admiration crazily.

Delicious!

Wonderful!

Give me another sip!

However, he obviously didn't see anything, and he could even take and taste anything.

Not to mention the splashed wine.

However, the fragrant and sweet taste lingered on the tip of Qi Jiu's nose from the beginning to the end. This taste was neither bitter nor astringent, as sweet and moist as the real bliss.

When the crowd was shaking, I heard the rickety man say again, "Don't worry, don't worry, there is still delicious food to share with everyone."

An empty table of "delicious food" stands on display.

The crowd must have been hungry for a long time, and rushed to the front with all their might, the men pushed the women, the tall ones stepped on the short ones, lost their souls, and rushed forward to snatch the only empty cup on the table.

The fragrance in the air was extremely strong in an instant, and things will be reversed when they are extreme. Qi Jiu felt the stench of fish, and felt that the situation in front of him was extremely terrifying, so he couldn't help covering his sleeves and hiding away.

Someone has been standing behind for a long time.

Bingshi was generally silent, and said, "This laizi who is carrying the pot is talking nonsense, Buddha is not Buddha, and there are flaws everywhere. He is just a mortal with eyes closed and listening, willing to be fooled."

Qi Jiu was bumped by these cold words, and looked back, but before he could see the appearance of the person behind him clearly, three cold fingers grabbed his jaw quickly, twisting Qi Jiu's face forcefully, telling him to continue watching the excitement .

"Among the group of people, you are the only one who has not been seduced by the illusion in front of you. Are you an illusion builder?"

the latter asked again.

Every word sounds like ice slag, piercing the heart.

What is an illusionist?

The other party held Qi Jiu's poor mandible tightly, and couldn't even shake his head.

He could only be forced to look at the restless center of the crowd.

The crooked man had long since disappeared, and some dragonflies and katydids emerged out of the empty plate, squirming, and the blindfolded man grabbed them indiscriminately, chewed them wantonly, and swallowed them whole.

The latter sighed.

Qi Jiu secretly felt a black shadow flashing above his head, divided into thousands of shadows, as strong as pine needles in a snow tripod, shimmering and shining towards everyone's back neck.

shhhhhh!

Those who were hit hugged the back of their heads one after another, screaming mournfully.

"If you're not an illusion builder, don't stay in a place of right and wrong, lest you get caught in trouble." The people behind probably saw Qi Jiu's distress, and stopped wasting words.

Qi Jiushi just noticed that the hand on his chin moved away with the wind, and his eyes hurriedly followed.

The unknown person is already ten meters away from him, but he is white with white hair, black hair like a river, and a bright silver oil-paper umbrella held high above his head, dreaming in a trance, isolated from wind, frost, rain and dew, more like a lonely guest who has escaped from the world , going retrograde with the turbulent crowd, and finally being obliterated by the crowd.

"Ah! My purse has been stolen!"

"My emerald earrings!"

The people who woke up from the dream began to scream, and some even realized that they had eaten worms in their mouths and vomited profusely.

The scene was once chaotic.

Qi Jiu finally realized that it was the rickety man who used illusions to deceive others and seduce people's spirits for the purpose of stealing.

Unconsciously getting tired of it, he raised his headband to look in all directions, and saw that the rickety man had not gone far.

Perhaps when he realized that his little trick was exposed, he originally wanted to rub the soles of his feet with oil.

But unexpectedly, the other party seemed to disdain to catch him, and turned away instead.

So the rickety man acted boldly, sitting high on the cornice of the Hualou, circling the silver pot with the rhinoceros cup pattern with one finger, sneered and looked at the chaotic crowd under his feet.

fun!interesting!

It can also be more lively.

The rickety man stretched out his broad right hand unconsciously. The bones and muscles of his hand were rough, and a tendon in the middle ran through like a golden thread. With the twisting of the joints, it snaked on the skin like a red gold snake.

With a slanted hand shake, the silver jug ​​with the pattern of a rhino holding a cup bubbling out an extremely intoxicating fragrance.

The smoke and wind suddenly rose from the ground, clear and indistinct, like mist blowing from the surface of a lake.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Qi Jiu pointed to the roof and shouted loudly, "The liar is up there, don't tell him to run away!"

But the person who was suffocated by the fragrance for the second time seemed to lose his mind again, and he could not hear his righteous warning.

The corners of the stooped man's lips froze, and Qi Jiu's crisp and clear voice was awe-inspiring. When he was wondering, Qi Jiu had already jumped a few steps, pushed away the dazed figure along the way with his hands, and bent down to copy the half-broken pieces on the ground. Empty cup.

Kick off the table and throw.

As fast as stepping on the snow and startling a dragon, there is a flash of light.

With such a long distance, experienced archers may not be able to penetrate Yang with a hundred steps.

The person on the top of the Hualou laughed mockingly, who would have thought that the half-circle remnant lamp would flash into a flying light, and it would cut horizontally on the back of his little finger that hooked the pot.

Seeing red in one move, blood beads immediately rolled out one by one, causing severe pain to the bone.

The blind eyes of the hallucinated people on the ground finally focused on the roof of the building one after another. Looking carefully, the ten running beasts on the cornice merged into a group of thieves.

"Little bastard, you are courting death!"

The rickety man hurriedly changed hands to grab the precious silver jug. The silver jug ​​with the cup pattern held by a rhinoceros was soaked in blood and was extra slippery, and it fell vertically from between his five fingers.

Qi Jiu stepped on the edge of the table and looked up at each other, a silver thing became bigger and bigger.

Boom!

It was hitting the center of his skull coldly.

Haw!

Limbs spread wide and fell to the ground.

"Oh, it hurts!" The watching men, women and children subconsciously covered their heads.

"Little bastard, return my precious silver pot!"

The rickety man screamed the loudest, almost breaking the thin cornice.

However, the crowd was obviously enraged, and they surrounded the high-rise Tibetan building, and they all rolled up their sleeves to go to the house to arrest people.

If you dare to cheat on the Ghost Festival, even a ghost will drag you out and beat you up!

Qi Jiuyin felt that someone stepped on him, and then a large number of feet rushed towards him, like running hooves, so he had no choice but to grab the murder weapon that smashed himself, and crawl out from countless people's legs.

When he escaped in ragged clothes, the entire three floors of the building were full of shouts and beatings filled with righteous indignation.

He had a terrible headache, and he was in no mood to watch the excitement of catching thieves, so he limped towards the stone pier that Xie Dunyun had designated.

It was night, when the wind was blowing, the bright moon of the Ghost Festival suddenly dimmed, covered with a layer of light, and even the noisy street scene in the holy city of Xian'an sank and floated.

Someone screamed, "Female Emperor's Night Sacrifice, cover your face with all four doors~~"

The tune has nine twists and eighteen twists, and it is better than the evocative gloomy tune on Huangquan Road, which makes people's hairs stand on end.

Everyone is in danger, pushing and shoving and knelt down one after another, with their hands facing their sides and covering their faces, without showing anything.

Qi Jiu couldn't beat the siege anyway, and was ruthlessly photographed on the edge of the long river by the group of people who passed it on to one hundred and one thousand to form a kneeling wave.

Only then did the royal guards patrolling with knives reveal the corner of Xiao He, with a dark face, going back and forth among the crowd to search for disrespectful people.

The beheading sword was so bright that it shone coldly.

Without saying a word, Qi Jiu knelt down on the ground with a plop, holding half of his face in both hands honestly, and his curious eyes gleamed quietly from between his fingers.

What a grand night festival scene.

The quiet river that runs across the holy city of Xian'an is covered with lotus lanterns that are hundreds of feet away.

Suddenly, from the end slowly came two rows of giant soul-inducing flower carp lamps. The head and tail were a foot long, with blazing eyes and white body, and black scales. The mallard is so lifelike in the water, it is really a good skill.

Next, there is the magnificent double-decker exquisite painting boat, the water catches the waves, and the high billows pushed up will crush all the lotus lanterns to nowhere to hide. figure.

Qi Jiu heard someone whispering in the dark on the right.

"Look at the grandeur. It has been heard in ancient times that ordinary people have no temples, and death is called ghosts. After the death of high-ranking officials and dignitaries, there are temples to worship. If someone sacrifices all the year round, they become gods. Ordinary people have no temples to enjoy sacrifices after death, wandering around. They are ghosts, life and death are the difference between cloud and mud."

"Tonight is extremely cloudy, don't talk about ghosts."

"Princess Yuanzhao passed away more than ten years ago. The Empress Lunian sacrificed to her at night, and the three princes who passed away after that did not count. Especially the Seventh Prince who slept for eight years without waking up or dying is an anecdote in the palace. "

"Hush!" indicating that the partition wall has ears.

The two gossiping people looked sideways at Qi Jiu from between their fingers, and Qi Jiu also watched them both from between their fingers.

Wang Ba looks at mung beans.

half an hour.

"Look! Gouged out your eyes!!"

With a harsh word, Qi Jiu sticks out her tongue, quickly closes her eyes, and concentrates on her own scenery.

Shi Shi finally came, and was about to pass through the bridge hole. A gust of cold wind blew up on the wave surface. It was clear that the end of summer was approaching, but I felt that the dark wind was blowing across the whole body. The people who covered their faces on the spot couldn't help trembling their shoulders and shrinking their necks slightly. The tortoise hides like a turtle, and never even puts another idle fart.

The paper money was scattered all over the sky, comparable to the apricot rain in Yangchun.

Only then did Qi Jiu have time to take a closer look. In fact, the two floors of the painting boat were divided into 28 guard palaces, all of them wore light-colored carp-patterned clothes. It is close, so it can always hide in the dark crevice, watch everything around, and guard the safety of the empress.

Taking a closer look, the 28 Emiya generally have a well-built stature, with a cold face, and each of them is a top-notch and free-spirited young man.

However, a round of pale moon shines on the river, the 28 guard palaces are of various colors, and tens of thousands of flat-headed people kneel down and salute.

On the boat, there was only one person alone.