March 3, also known as the Shangsi Festival. It is a festival of drinking and feasting by the water and visiting spring in the suburbs. March 3, is also the birthday of the Taoist immortal Zhenwu Emperor, the full name of Zhenwu Emperor is "Beizhen Tianzhen Wu Xuantian Emperor", also known as Xuantian God, Xuanwu, Zhenwu Zhenjun.

In the Jiangnan area, the third day of March every year is called the Ghost Festival, and legend has it that ghosts haunt this day, and at night, every household sets off firecrackers in each of their houses to scare away ghosts and drive away ghosts.

Jingzhou, Jiangling County, Hong'an County since ancient times there is a nursery rhyme of "March 3, little ghost bricks", legend has it that this night is the day of ghosts, the adults in the family will close the door early, and put some garlic at the door, garlic words and homonym, which means that when the ghost passes in front of the door, it is said that forget it, do not go to this house.

It just so happened that the third day of March this year coincided with the Qingming Festival, which was drizzling and sparsely populated, and there were only a few people holding umbrellas and walking slowly on the wide official road.

Hong'an County is only more than ten miles away from Da'an City, and Chu Liuzhen and Wang Jun hold an oil umbrella together. In the distance of more than ten miles, Chu Liuzhen walked very carefully, and even Wang Jun, who had been chattering, didn't know whether it aroused her mood or Chu Liuzhen's silence made her sad.

Qingming has been a day to worship ancestors and sweep tombs since ancient times, and on this day, whether you are a wanderer or an official, you must return to your hometown to add a handful of new soil to your deceased relatives.

From time to time on the road, you can see a few hurried passers-by holding a stack of paper money in their arms, whenever a passer-by passes-by, Chu Liuzhen will stop and wait quietly for passers-by to go away, before raising his feet forward.

Hometown timidity.

In ten years, no matter how many times Chu Liuzhen went down the mountain, Da'an City has always been a place that Chu Liuzhen avoided, there is his happy childhood, his beloved father and mother, and of course, the saddest memories.

More than ten miles, although the slow can no longer travel slowly, after all, it still came to this relatively grand city in the former 21 countries, Da'an City.

After Qin Feng captured Da'an City, because of the stubborn resistance of Annoyed Xichu, Qin Feng, who was angry, burned this Da'an City, which was known as a city with countless scholars.

After slaughtering the city for seven days, the number of people killed reached 400,000, if it weren't for the seven holy decrees issued by the emperor of the Snow Moon Dynasty, I am afraid that this capital city with a population of one million would have become a dead city.

After the Spring and Autumn Period, the Xueyue Dynasty moved the remnants of many places to this bloody Da'an City, and used Buddhism and Taoism to hold an unprecedented grand ** field for this ghost city with 500,000 unjust souls outside and 400,000 unjust souls inside. One thousand and eighty monks and three thousand six hundred and five Taoist priests were mobilized, each holding ceremonies inside and outside the city.

Ten years later, today's Da'an City is no different from what it used to be, and the traces of war-eroded buildings on the towering walls have been renovated.

The world likes the new rather than the old, not to mention the mottled memories?

Chu Liuzhen silently walked on the wide streets of Da'an City, when he was a child, he never stepped out of the imperial city half a step, even if he was rescued by the sword god on the day, it was only a glimpse, now walking on this road, Chu Liuochre has mixed feelings, if Xi Chu is not destroyed, then he will not walk on this street until now.

On both sides of the road, there are many shops. However, perhaps because it is Qingming today, most of the shops are closed, and the business of the open shops is not good, and the streets are empty, and there are not many pedestrians.

From the gate of Da'an City to the gate of the imperial city in the past, there is also a long way, there was a scholar who laughed and said that "Da'an City is comparable to half a county", of course, this is just an exaggerated statement, but it is enough to see how vast this Da'an City with millions of corpses is.

Wang Jun followed Chu Liuzhen all the way up to the mountains and rivers, and he could have arrived a few days earlier, but the trip was delayed because of Wang Jun's fun-loving nature.

Wang Jun, who is no longer wearing a shabby beggar dress, is wearing a purple long skirt, although it is still a little early to wear a long skirt this season, but Wang Jun insists on wearing this long skirt that looks quite festive, although it is still without makeup, but it is more slender than before, bright and moving.

Several passers-by who were walking in a hurry couldn't help but light up when they saw this pair of men and women. The man holding the umbrella is young and handsome, chic and extraordinary, and the woman under the umbrella has bright eyes and bright teeth, and is beautiful. There have been several lists listed by everyone, and there is a beauty list in the list, looking at the woman under this umbrella, even if it is the top of the list, you can sit at the top.

If it weren't for the fact that the festival was really special, with this original capital of a country, many gentlemen who relied on the shadow of their families would definitely not let go of such a beautiful girl.

Along the way, there have been countless times when such a headache has happened, but fortunately, although those ointment disciples are extremely arrogant, they can't beat them with their fists and retreat. However, Wang Jun, a girl with peerless beauty, is not tired of this, and often sees most of the men who look improvised, but the men with extraordinary bearing fight as if they were fighting for themselves, Wang Jun often cheers and cheers for the weaker side.

The weather is already treacherous during the Qingming season, yesterday it was still a sunny day, and today it is rainy. There is no trace of abnormality in the gloomy sky, only the endless gray, which brings endless sadness to people. It was almost afternoon, and it was dark. Chu Liuzhen stood in front of the gate of the imperial city of Western Chu in the past, hesitating for a long time.

The Imperial City of Xichu is located in the middle of Da'an City, and the central axis passes through the middle of the Imperial City, that is, through the three major halls and the last three palaces in the Imperial City. The main gate of the imperial city is the noon gate in the south, also known as the "phoenix tower". The noon gate is the highest gate in the palace city, which is the direction that Chu Liuzhen is facing at this moment. In the old days, major ceremonies such as amnesty and sacrifice of prisoners were held at noon. Its north gate is the Wu Gate, the east gate is the Donghua Gate, and the west gate is the Xihua Gate.

This familiar and unfamiliar place made Chu Liuzhen, who had been tepid, hesitate, Wang Jun looked at Chu Liuzhen, who did not dare to move forward in front of him, and secretly felt hurt in his heart, and said softly, "Since you are here, let's go in and have a look......

Although it is the old capital, there are still soldiers guarding the noon gate. Chu Liuzhen was reluctant to enter through the main gate, and took Wang Jun's hand and walked to the side of the city wall.

The majestic city wall, which is about three zhang high, is like a moat in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is nothing more than this in the eyes of Chu Liuzhen. He led Wang Jun to leap over, climbed over the high city wall, and landed in the wall.

Ignoring Wang Jun, whose face was slightly red, and his heart was like a deer colliding with him, Chu Liuzhen took a step towards the place where he was playing and playing.

Wang Jun behind him looked at Chu Liuzhen's back and whispered, "You idiot......

The palace, which has not been renovated for a long time, looks dilapidated, and many of the palaces have withered in color after ten years of wind and rain. There was no one in the huge square, only Chu Liuzhen and Wang Jun, who secretly climbed over the wall to enter. Compared with the imperial city of more than 10,000 people ten years ago, it is quiet and suffocating at the moment.

The imperial city is divided into two parts: the "Outer Court" and the "Inner Court". The outer court is composed of the central axis composed of the noon gate and the three major halls and the palace pavilions and corridors on both sides of the central axis. The inner court is the place where the emperor's concubines lived, and it consists of palaces such as the three palaces, the imperial garden, and the east and west six palaces on both sides.

At this moment, Chu Liuzhen and the two are standing in the imperial garden, which is not large in area, but it is better because of the exquisite architecture and compact layout. Inside, the ancient cypress and old acacia and exotic flowers and plants, as well as the pavilions and palaces dotted with flowers and gravel roads, make the whole garden both quaint and quiet, but also lose the palace atmosphere. This is a place for the emperor and the prince to rest and play after tea and dinner. In addition, annual climbing and moon viewing activities are also held here.

Chu Liuzhen looked at the barren and withered imperial garden in front of him, and the memories of his childhood kept flooding into his mind, this was once a place for himself and his younger brothers and sisters to play and play, and it was also a place for his father and queen mother to climb high to admire the moon. The feelings that have been suppressed for ten years completely exploded at this moment.

Chu Liuzhen squatted down in pain, covered his cheeks with his hands, sobbed softly, and roared in a low voice, "Why is this happening? Why? Why is it ?......me who survived?"

Wang Jun had never seen Chu Liuochre lose his temper, seeing Chu Liuochre crying bitterly, Wang Jun was also very depressed, she squatted down and comforted softly, "Don't be like this, I don't think they want to see you so sad......"

Chu Liuzhen wiped a handful of tears with his sleeve like a child, and asked, "Can they still see me?"

Wang Jun, who had never heard Chu Liuzhen talk about his background, whispered, "Yes, they will definitely see ......"