The bright moon sits on the ground

For the gods, a hundred years is but a moment.

Time is immeasurable, if it has weight, then,? It must be very light.

In the twinkling of an eye, several years passed by in a hurry, and for the first time, Po Jun Xingjun, who was in the human world, truly felt the weight of time, the heavy pressure on his shoulders.Occasionally, he looked far into the distance, looking at the vast sky, and the veil-like starlight sprinkled on him one after another. He secretly thought about where the star palace was, and how long those stars were silent.

He would remember the time when he woke up from the chaos. At that time, he was still ignorant. He didn't know what to do. He just moved his stiff limbs subconsciously, and walked over the hot river of stars. ? covered in stardust.Then, when he crossed the wide, long and turbulent river, and was about to go ashore, he saw a fairy standing on the bank. He didn't know how long he stood there.

Immortals have no concept of appearance. They don't know what is beautiful, nor what is ugly.

Po Jun just stood there, the rushing water almost crushed him, he felt the scorching heat burning his body, and the stardust rolled from his hair into the river, but he didn't move, but stared at looking in front of him—the person who was also looking at him.

At that time, he didn't understand the jerky and complicated words, so he couldn't describe it. Today, Po Jun remembers the scene at that time again. After too long, his memory has gradually become blurred, but he can still remember himself clearly. The moment in my heart is clear.

It was like the thunder that pierced through the night, yet it was silent, causing the twilight of dawn to fall and fall into his eyes.

The fairy in the silver robe raised his arm, revealing a hand with sharp joints from the wide sleeve, but he did not reach out to him, but lifted it slightly upwards, Po Jun felt his wrist was gently lifted, and the galaxy was like quicksand , Once trapped, it is difficult to get out, but he felt that the stardust that wrapped around him gradually faded away, and that force easily led him out of the galaxy.

Po Jun finally landed on the shore, his body was covered in specks of dust, he was in a state of distress, but he caught a glimpse of the god in front of him, neatly dressed, without any wrinkles at the corners of his clothes, and there were eight tattoos on his clothes.Po Jun didn't recognize the nine ferocious beasts, and it was difficult to name them. He could only feel the vigorous life still emanating from them, which symbolized that those beasts were not patterns, but living creatures.

The immortal raised his eyes to look into the distance, moved his thin lips slightly, and said, "The Xinghe is difficult to cross, you are the first Xingjun to reach the shore."

Po Jun reluctantly stood up, the sudden heaviness almost crushed him, he supported his crumbling body, bit the tip of his tongue to maintain his mind, heard this, followed the gaze of the gods and looked behind him, only then did he realize that He was not the only one crossing the river, and he had already spent all his energy on crossing the river, so naturally he didn't notice the situation around him.

"Although you didn't do anything." Each of his bites was exceptionally clear, the tip of his tongue lightly touched his teeth, and another sentence rolled out from his throat, "But, in the dark, for them, You have become a guiding light."

Immediately afterwards, those golden eyes fell, looked at him, and said, "So I will sweep the couch and welcome you ashore."

The sky was chaotic, cramped like a cage, and the water was sweeping, making a sticky sound. Those Xingjun looked a little tired, but they were still walking slowly, taking every step he took.Po Jun repeated those words several times, raised his hand to wipe off the wet water on his face, looked at the person in front of him again, and asked without any euphemistic words: "How should I stand by your side?" ?”

The god stared at him for a while, without any disturbance in his eyes, as if anticipating what he was going to say, and responded: "The beasts depicted on my clothes are all those beasts that stayed in the world during the prehistoric times. They died in my hands, flesh. The body is dead, but the soul is still there, so I will lock them into this heavy shackle, so as to prevent these beasts from reappearing in the world and doing evil."

"Nowadays, the Heavenly Court has just been built, and I have no time to take care of the remaining beasts." When he said this, a faint smile appeared on his lips, as if separated by a layer of hazy mist. He couldn't see clearly, but Po Jun could only hear his voice slowly echoing in his ear, "Roe owl, 梼杌, Qiongqi, Kui...these ferocious beasts are still entrenched."

"If you want to stand by my side," said the proud fairy, leaning slightly, "then give me their heads."

His eyes are dark and golden, like mysterious and ancient ritual vessels, which have not been worn out, but have settled down.

"Okay." Po Jun was completely fearless, and agreed without hesitation, "Give me some time."

"I won't just say these words to you." Xianjun nodded to him and whispered, "Then, I will wait and see."

It was a long time later that he stepped into the heavenly court and met the immortals before he realized that the one he saw was Emperor Donghua.

Of course, it is indeed as Emperor Donghua said, he told every god these words, almost all the gods with a little bit of strength stared at that seat, even the greedy wolf star king among the seven stars, and broke The army fought for a long time, and finally chose to give up willingly, and settled for the next best thing, and turned to become the Xingjun under Pojun's command.

At night, Po Jun looked at the sky, his thoughts were racing, and he recalled the past for a while, but he was forced to go back after a while.

The sound of footsteps that were not intentionally restrained came from far to near, and entered the pavilion. The man saw him sitting alone in the pavilion blowing the evening breeze, and he didn't think it was strange. He hung the lantern in his hand aside, and the warm candle immediately lit up. The gazebo eroded by the cold night drives away the darkness.

Qi Qianyuan always seemed to show up at such inopportune times, breaking all the almost desolate atmosphere.

For ordinary people, stargazing at night seems to be a very elegant thing. Qi Qianyuan bumped into it a few times, and at first he would ask a few questions. Later, after he got used to it, he didn't bother to ask Meng Qiuze any more. Look, it doesn't matter.

The sound of insects drifting in the warm evening wind made this lonely and reminiscent night not so sad.

Qi Qianyuan brushed off the dust on his body, walked over a few steps, and sat beside Meng Qiuze after a distance—he was never polite at this time, seeing Meng Qiuze's concentration, he followed his gaze and looked at Po The dark night.

They will leave this border land tomorrow and return to the imperial city.

After all, after a few years, Qi Qianyuan is not too young, and at the age of sixteen or seventeen, he is at the time of high spirits.If he continues to keep a low profile and stay away from the imperial city at this time, I am afraid that he has not revealed anything, and Qi Song will think that he has no interest in imperial power.Therefore, even though they have already grasped every inch of the Gobi desert where the wind and sand are raging, they have seen the scene of the yellow sand everywhere, and the setting sun being blown up by the wind, they have seen it at the city gate. When the time comes, they will say goodbye to this place after all. .

Po Jun originally thought that a person like Qi Qianyuan would not feel nostalgic for a certain place.

However, this is not the case. For Qi Qianyuan, this is his starting point, the first step he really took. He did not rely on the power of King Liuguang. power.

It's not like Qi Qianyuan always puts on the airs of His Highness the Fifth Highness. It's rare for him to be distracted. Meng Qiuze looked at the Big Dipper, and he said the names of the seven stars, the directions of the four elephants, and the 28 constellations. Where did Meng Qiuze look? , Wherever he pointed, he could answer calmly. Only then did Meng Qiuze feel novelty, and finally looked at Qi Qianyuan beside him.

Perhaps this face revealed an expression of surprise at the right time. Qi Qianyuan's gaze rested on his face for a while, and a muffled hum came out of his nose. Before Meng Qiuze figured out what he meant, he explained by himself : "These are just common sense, just the book you flipped through a few days ago, No. 80 nine pages, counting from top to bottom, starting from the fifth line."

The implication is, Meng Qiuze, you didn't pay attention to it, did you?

Po Jun thought to himself that the four phenomena and 28 constellations are all controlled by him. Of course, he flipped through the book and put it down without looking at it carefully. different.

Meng Qiuze said: "Of course I read it seriously. I'm just surprised, isn't Your Highness always not interested in these things?"

Unlike his father, Qi Song, Qi Qianyuan wished that all the temples in the world would be destroyed. If those strange legends about fairy arts were to bump into him directly, he might show a little bit of disgust. .

Po Jun imagined that if one day his identity was exposed, Qi Qianyuan might take him to be beheaded for public display.

Qi Qianyuan didn't comment on the first half of his sentence, but said: "Learning or not learning, and being interested are two different things."

He finally lost interest in stargazing, pondered for a moment, took out a scroll of maps from his sleeve, and laid them out on the stone table. Meng Qiuze knew that he must have a purpose for coming to look for him in the middle of the night, and he never did things for no reason. It is also rare to come to chat with someone because you want to relieve your emotions.Therefore, Meng Qiuze didn't say a word, just watched him unfold the map slowly.

"The original expectation was to go back to the imperial city this way." Qi Qianyuan pointed at where they were, and slid slowly, making a soft sound on the cowhide. "This is the closest and fastest way to the imperial city." A road in the city. I haven't seen my father for many years, so I rushed back before others, and I can make him feel my enthusiasm by doing the courtesy of a monarch and his ministers, and the relationship between a father and a son."

His Highness the Fifth Prince did not express his thoughts directly, but raised a question, "You can guess what I am worried about now."

Meng Qiuze thought for a while, and said: "You are worried... This road is too conspicuous and straightforward, other princes can easily grasp your movements, and, on the way, you will pass through the sphere of influence of the second prince, isn't he A nice guy."

Qi Qianyuan listened quietly, and after he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and said: "So, my idea is to temporarily change the route, cross Dishui, go south first, follow the Digu Mountains, and then cross the Yang River. It's really troublesome, but—”

His fingers stopped slightly at a place he was passing by. Needless to say, they all knew that this was King Liuguang's territory.

If there is an accident on the way, you can also ask Liuguang King for help in time, so that you will not be reduced to the point where you are surrounded by enemies.

Another point, Qi Qianyuan didn't tell Meng Qiuze that his terrifyingly keen, beast-like intuition was faintly agitating, burning his internal organs, making him feel a little uneasy, as if the sweltering heat and humidity before the rainstorm came. .

He thought, and hoped that his intuition would fail one day.