When Qian Chen saw this city called "Shendu" that was being exchanged, it was the fifth hour of the 4th August of Chang'an.
On the Chengtianmen Tower of Tai Chi Palace, a drum sound shocked the tranquility of dawn. With the drum sound of the drum sound on Zhuque Street, Jinwu Guard climbed the tower and beat the drums, and the sounds roared, and drum towers in various streets in the north and south followed one by one.
The drum sound was passed from inside to outside, one after another.
When the drum sounded to the caravan waiting outside Jingyao Gate on the west side, the majestic and stern sound of drums was awe-inspiring and echoed in Chang'an City, like thunder. The thunderous drum beats shocked people's qi and blood, making people suddenly awake.
The drums on this street are all magical instruments that have been sacrificed and refined. Starting from the Chengtianbao Xiaowen dusk drum on the Chengtian Gate of Tai Chi Palace, which is almost a magic weapon, it traverses fourteen streets in the north and south, eleven streets in the east and west, and the drum towers of 108 fangs are transmitted in turn, and the sound of the drums is shaking the darkness.
The entire Chang'an City was filled with pure yang energy. The weaker ghosts were about to lose their souls when they heard the sound of drums every day!
After the first drum sound, the outer walls, inner city, imperial city gates, and Fang city gates began to open one after another.
From the outside to the inside, the twelve city gates in the outer capital of Chang'an are opened at the beginning.
With the order from the city gate, the heavy and majestic city gate began to slowly open. In the eyes of Qian Chen, the heavy city gate was covered with various rune divine talismans under the cinnabar lacquer surface, emitting a thick spiritual light, and even gods were used to suppress it and become the god of the city gate. Qian Chen carefully counted his methods and found that except for the self-destruction of the thunder god sand in the magneto-optical bottle, other magic weapons were difficult to break this gate under a few strikes.
In Chang'an City, more than a hundred temples began to follow the second drum sound.
Hundreds of Buddha bells began to be sounded, and the passionate and thick drum body and the deep and melodious morning bell were intertwined, and began to welcome the glimmer of whitening light in the east, awakening the great "Shen Capital".
The powerful magic weapon cleanses the gods without leaving any filth.
The people who practiced magic in the caravan, except for Qian Chen's thunder pill that could beat slightly with the drum sound and even receive vague blessings, were not allowed to use magic power. Hu Shang Shipotuo's face was fine, and many of the Hu folk who came to Chang'an for the first time were pale, and instantly became more awe of the city and the heavenly dynasty behind it.
Qian Chen nodded slightly: "No wonder Chang'an has many strange people and people hidden in Chang'an, but they are not worried that they will rebel with magic. Not to mention the divine light that soars into the sky in the city, there are city gate gods equivalent to twelve elixir monks in the city gate. But this morning bell and mud drum is enough to suppress any monks under elixirs from casting spells. Even the magic power disintegrates and becomes ordinary."
The guards and cavalry on the Jingyao Gate Tower were all out. The city gate was already wide open...
The caravan rushed from Xiaoguan for a day and night before he arrived in Chang'an today. Tomorrow is the Qianqiu Festival of Emperor Xuan, and it is also a day when Chang'an has no night ban. He immediately lined up obediently and presented a pass certificate for Yu Hou to check. When Yu Hou checked Qian Chen's identity document, he looked up in surprise and said, "He is still a juren! Now it is not the time to take the exam, what are you going to Beijing?"
Qian Chen smiled and said, "Come to make a name for himself!"
Yu Hou laughed and said, "Scholars... It is not easy to live in Chang'an. Do you know how many scholars I have seen come to Chang'an every day, and how many of them can only go to the end of poverty. There are many people who die in the city. What are your abilities that can make you famous in the capital?"
"I am a literary scholar, and I come to write poems and essays. I will definitely be well-known to the nobles of Chang'an!" Qian Chen joked.
Yu Hou held back his smile and said, "My official and the sixth-rank city gate man are not big or small, and they are also considered a noble person. Do you have a book to me?"
Qian Chen still remembers his crazy character and shook his head and said, "If you don't show your official position, how can you be considered a noble person? I only have one word, let me tell you..." Qian Chen pressed the lovely sword at his waist, took back his identity document, led the camel and chanted, "The streets are stirring, the forbidden city is opened, and people are looking back from the sky. The phoenix has come out of the golden list, and a thunder sounds on the flat ground. The orioles have moved, the dragon has transformed, and the city has carriages and horses all night. Every house is surrounded by gods, fighting to see the cranes soar into the sky."
Yu Hou listened behind him and laughed loudly: "Funny, funny!"
"This scholar is so bold. He has just entered the city and has become a Jinshi. I wish you a bright future!"
Qian Chen didn't look back and said loudly: "You still need to say my Qian Chen..."
The Yu Hou ba grabbed his mouth and savored the afterglow of the poem. Although poetry is a popular subject, he can also make small poems. He grinned and said, "Not to say, this person is really talented. If it weren't for the talented people in Chang'an, there would be too many. Is it possible that he could really make a fortune for him?"
After entering the city from the outer land, there were no pedestrians walking on the street. At this time, it was the second drum. The doors of each yard were not open. The caravan stepped on the street paved with bluestone and yellow sand. Two rows of shady elm and locust trees on the side of the road were all in a thick and thin way. There were about sixteen carriages running in parallel. There were light and dark ditches next to the road, and the already towering walls.
This Chang'an layout is the characteristic of the community in that era.
Each area is surrounded by walls, and as Qian Chen sees it, it is a high wall of two or three meters. Deep houses, shops, restaurants, small houses, and even temples are built in the yard. Occasionally, you can cross the high walls and see the flying eaves and heavy buildings, carved beams and painted buildings.
When Shi Potuo passes by, he must carefully cover the camel bells to avoid disturbing these families.
They are all high-ranking officials and nobles above the third rank. He is a lowly Hu businessman who can't afford to provoke him.
"The East and West Market will not open at noon..." Shi Potuo greeted Qian Chen: "Zunke has a place to stay. Although we have only been in Chang'an for a few months, we also have a affiliated store of the same clan, which is the property of the great businessman Cao Wulang. If Zunke cannot find a hostel, you can stay with us for a while!"
Qian Chen clasped his fists and said, "I have relatives in the city who can join me. Everyone, let's leave now!"
After leaving the caravan, Qian Chen slowly walked towards the Baozhengfang. When he arrived in Chang'an, he flew to tell Si Qingguo that although the laws and regulations in Chang'an City were strictly prohibited, Qian Chen could not prevent Si Qingguo from locking the location of Si Qingguo with his spiritual sense. Chang'an was extremely large, with a hundred miles of travel and a population of tens of millions. Fortunately, the Baozhengfang was in front of Jingyao's gate, and the second one in the left hand was closer than the western market where Shi Potuo wanted to go.
Qian Chen only walked a few steps and arrived at the place.
Before we arrived at the entrance of the Fengzhengfang, we saw the eaves, pavilions, and palaces in the high walls, with flying eaves and flying corners, and the fifth drum was not finished yet. The bells in the yard were ringing everywhere. Qian Chen heard that there were about thirty or twenty Dharma bells ringing. When he looked at it, he found that there were indeed many temples in the yard.
The little official at the door looked at Qian Chen's Lu Yin and shouted, "It's another juren who is here to take the exam..." and waved his hand to put him in.
Qian Chen walked through the alleys in the middle of the fang. The buildings on both sides were mostly white walls, red tiles, flying eaves and tall buildings, and even pagodas and palaces. There were some novice Taoist boys coming and going, but more were scholars dressed like him, dancing with swords and many people were studying in the morning. Qian Chen was a little puzzled. Why were there scholars in this temple?
Following the breath of Si Qingguo, he slowly arrived outside a palace temple, and wrote the three words Yu Zhenguan, using the best nanmu plaque, and even the handwriting was filled with inspiration. It was obviously written by a monk with a magician with a true meaning and a very good cultivation. The handwriting was green and elegant, as if it could turn into blue smoke and soar into the sky.
But the door of this palace is locked, and from the outside it looks deep and quiet.
Qian Chen was about to raise his hand and knock on the door. A sword-dance scholar next to him quickly stopped him and said, "Brother Tai is cautious... This Yuzhen Temple is no better than other temples, and is happy for us to stay and study. This temple is the place where the current emperor gave Princess Yuzhen to become a monk and practice Taoism, and does not like to receive outsiders. If Brother Tai wants to stay, you might as well go to Longxing Temple where I live and be a companion with me."
Qian Chen thanked the kind-hearted scholar and smiled and said, "I have an old friend in my sight, maybe I can stay with you."
"Old friend..." The scholar frowned and said, "But General Pei who moved in the day before yesterday?"
He glanced at the long sword on Qian Chen's waist and smiled and said, "Since he is an old friend of General Pei, then he should have good sword skills... I think that General Pei first came to the yard and picked up dozens of scholars, making the sound of the long sword falling to the ground clanging and clanging, and it was endless. Only then did he get the appreciation of Princess Yuzhen and invite him to enter the sight."
Seeing that his tone had changed, Qian Chen asked quickly: "Brother, it's too..."
The scholar said lightly: "I am not talented, but I am defeated by this person in just three combinations."
"I was still angry after I got back, so I practiced swords early!"
Qian Chen had just seen his sword skills, but his swordsmanship was rigorous and extraordinary. He was definitely not a fancy way, but a real fight. The scholar was a little angry and said: 'I have been in the army for seven years, and I was the chief secretary of the shogunate of Gao Xianzhi, the governor of the four towns of Anxi. I went to the frontier for two years and also killed dozens of people."
"I dare not call him a general in this way. General Pei is just a white dress and has never joined the army. Even Princess Yuzhen respects him as General Pei, so I am really angry!"
Qian Chen thought awkwardly: "Is this...my pot?"
I understand this person a little bit. After all, he called Yan Shu a general at that time, but it was a bit evil. He originally wanted to call him Zuo Qianhu! But Li Tang did not have the saying of Qianhu...
It seems that Yan Shu's identity and surname are Pei. Qian Chen thought he would use his original surname.
"I wonder how good your sword technique is?" The scholar said, "I was defeated by General Pei, and now I want to ask for advice. If you use the long sword, why don't we discuss the sword?"
"My sword skills are learned from General Pei." Qian Chen had no choice but to stroke the sword. This scholar was heroic and generous, and his words were enthusiastic and sincere. Qian Chen had a good impression of him. However, he had the evil fate of Senior Brother Yan...
The scholar put the sword downwards to his right arm, bowed his hand and said with politeness: "Let's go down, Cen Shen, Jinzhou."
Chapter completed!