Everyone looked up, imagining a day when the stars were shining brightly.

The night wind flows through everyone, and the silver leaves in the wind are covered with a shimmer, like a floating firefly, like a small star.

There was a spoiled old crybaby who reached out and wrapped a ball of silver light.

He remembered the night long ago.

The cool breeze of summer night blows through the bamboo reed mat.

The sons of the Lu family formed a circle, either skillfully or unfamiliarly cutting bamboo sticks, while the old-fashioned father clumsily cooked the freshly cut mutton. The youngest son, who loves to act like a spoiled child, rolls in his mother's arms and acts as a rogue in the voice of his elder brother's complaint. He shouted, asking his mother to tell him about the stars in the sky first.

"...This is Taiyi's, this is Shanhaige's, and this is our Medicine Valley."

Thirty-six stars have been said over and over, and the work of cutting bamboo sticks has not been finished yet, and the brothers are eyeing on the side. He covered his ears and complained loudly about why there were so few stars.

"Only big cities have stars, so unfair!"

"No. The stars in the sky, we can see only a small part of the brightest. Besides them, there are many, many, small stars." The woman with her hair in a bun and a long blue dress , pulled up the young boy who was rolling around and led him towards the bonfire.

"Where are they?"

"They...they are behind the dark clouds."

"Is an invisible star also a star?"

"You can't see the wind, and the fish can't see the water, but the wind exists like the water, and so do the stars. You can't see them, they are still shining, they are still illuminating a place." The woman pulled him down and taught him hand in hand Cut the bamboo stick, "Every one of us, when we walk in the dark, is also a star on the ground. It's just that some people can see more places, and some people can see less places."

The youngest son seems to understand but does not understand, and works obediently with his brothers.

The woman rubbed his head.

... Mother's little eleven, what kind of star will it be in the future?

"Mother, I can illuminate others now."

Lu Jing said softly.

White clothes shake off.

Lu Jing and Lou Jiang went up to the tower.

Outside the city tower, the miasma fog rolled like boiling, and the ghosts were squashed in the wailing, and the ghosts condensed and did not disperse. The moment the statue of the devil appeared, the thick soil seemed to have turned into a brittle eggshell, unable to bear its weight.

Cracked, collapsed.

Such a terrifying scene, Lu Jing had only seen it once twelve years ago.

- That is one of the five gods, ancient Yu came to the world.

In the dark night, Gu Yu was killed and the sky was destroyed.

But among the five gods, there are still the Yellow Emperor and the Black Emperor who escaped into the Great Wilderness.

And a Qing emperor who "whereabouts unknown".

Lou Jiang retracted his gaze towards Qingguang in the city, and glanced at Lu Jing who was beside him. This handsome and somewhat feminine Lu Jia Shishi Lang pursed his lips tightly, and his cheeks were drawn with sharp lines.

"Lu Shiyi, I seem to remember someone swearing that one day, if you want to die, you have to get drunk on the lap of a beauty?" Lou Jiang held his sword, and a smile suddenly appeared on his always stern face, "I found that my dream was in vain. I almost cried when I was there? Who is that guy?"

"I'm crying for your uncle," Lu Jing looked ahead and opened a copper stove, "Young master, it's the wind and sand entering your eyes."

Lou Jiang laughed, and the green sword came out of its sheath.

Leap out of town.

The wind picked up.

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Papers were flying around in the bright hall of the Gaitiantuya. The manuscripts left by the gods, the straw papers calculated by the calendar and discipline officials, were rolled up everywhere. However, no one could take care of it anymore, because on the blue tiled roof of the hall, the bright star belt slowly emerged, and finally ran through the things.

Shaped like a coiled sky...

"dragon!"

Shanhaige and Tiangongfu's calendar teachers blurted out.

"On the ninth day, don't use the hidden dragon. On the ninth second, you see the dragon in the field; on the third day, the gentleman works all day; on the ninth fourth, you may jump in the abyss. Nine!" An old wooden teacher's hands trembled, and his voice changed with excitement, "A group of dragons without a leader! [1]"

"It's six dragons! It's six dragons!!"

The manuscript paper full of scrutiny scraped to his face, and Master Li grabbed it, trembling all over, and almost went mad.

"So it is! So it is! So this is the dragon in "Qian Gua"!"

In the "Qian Gua", there are a total of six lines that refer to the dragon, or "Qianlong", or "seeing the dragon", or "flying dragon", or "kanglong", or "gentleman".

This also caused an ancient problem in the history of the twelve continents.

Where are these dragons?

what exactly is it?

Great Confucians interpret it as the conduct of a gentleman, and Yin and Yang scholars interpret it as the change of mountains and rivers and the earth, but calendar scholars have always pursued it hard, thinking that it must be related to the calendar and celestial phenomena. Because it is clearly pointed out in the words of "彖" that "the Great Ming Dynasty will end and begin, and the six men will succeed in time, and they will ride the six dragons to control the sky."

Tomorrow is the sun and the moon.

From the beginning of the Ming Dynasty to the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, it should be understood as "four-time changes" in astronomy, that is, "main road changes".

So, what does this dragon related to the four seasons refer to? Why is it repeatedly mentioned in Qian Gua? Why is it related to cloud and rain giving, and the change of cold and summer? Why can it dominate the changes of the universe? . . . These questions have driven generations of almanacists insane.

They searched all over the sky, but couldn't find any trace of these six dragons.