Timekeeping in the human world is still somewhat different from that in the Nine Heavens.
Ever since Fu Shuishui could remember, in her impression, every day was extremely long.
Fu Fei once told her in a letter that he went to the human world to experience, and for the first time he felt the passing of time in the world, the first time he felt the birth, aging, illness and death of people, and the first time he felt the flow of time.
In ancient times, the human world divided a day into twelve hours.
It is also represented by the twelve earthly branches, with midnight to one o'clock as the Zi hour, one to three o'clock as the Chou hour, three to five o'clock as the Yin hour, and so on.
Every day at a fixed time, the Golden Crow will rise, there will be noon, and night will fall. You can even see the Moon God walking in the sky holding the moon mirror.
Hou Yi shot the golden crow, which was made into a beautiful and sad love story by human storytellers.
Chang'e flies to the moon?
Legend has it that a million years ago before Fu Shuishui was born, perhaps great gods such as Pangu Nuwa still existed at that time. Perhaps at that time the legendary God Fuxi, God Shennong, Huangdi Xuanyuan, God of Water Gonggong, God of Fire Zhurong, and the Queen Mother.
The waiting ancient gods have not yet perished.
But now, traces of their past existence can only be found in the "Book of Gods" in the heaven.
Hou Yi is said to have existed around that period.
At that time, the world was first settled, the three realms had just been unified, and the human realm had just emerged.
The God Emperor, who was the ruler at that time, had ten God Sons.
Fu Fei's letter said that every mythological story told in the world begins with a battle between gods and demons.
This is probably the case. The God Realm was initially established, and the God Emperor and the gods suffered heavy casualties in that battle.
The gods and the God-Emperor no longer have any power to stop the war between the Emperor's ten sons.
"The Chronicles of the Gods" records: "The three realms were initially settled, and all the gods and the emperor were injured. The battle between the emperor's ten sons was unstoppable! From the upper realm to the mortal world, all the rain was exhausted, and blood flowed into rivers. The piles of corpses were as high as the mountains, and the earth was cracked.
, wherever he went, nothing was intact. The forests were cold and the streams were solemn, and the frost was severe in the summer. There was a heroic man named Hou Yi. He couldn't bear the suffering in the world, chased the sun, and shot the emperor's nine sons, so that the world would be clear and bright, and the emperor would be great."
In the human drama, the gods gave Hou Yi an elixir to thank him. His wife mistakenly took it and turned into a fairy and flew away to the moon. Hou Yi hugged his head and cried, regretting his mistake.
"The world is really romantic. What if they knew that Hou Yi and the Moon God had nothing to do with each other... Hehe..."
Fu Shuishui couldn't help laughing as she thought about it.
I leaned my head out of the carved window to look at the sky. As Fu Feixin said, it was almost a quarter past noon.
In today's Nine Heavens, in addition to the moon god and the sun god who have to work step by step every day according to the human time, the gods on weekdays still use a cup of tea and a stick of incense to record time.
One day in heaven is one year on earth.
If we were to calculate it based on the daily time in the human world, I don’t know how many hours there are.
"That's almost it. Tomorrow is the Qiqiao Festival in the world. It's time to meet up with Xiao Man."
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Dongxianyuan was a bare mountain a long time ago, and it did not have the fairy spirit it has today.
With the development, extension and perfection of Fu Shuishui's ancestors for generations, it gradually turned into a fairy mansion that was envied by all the immortals in the Nine Heavens.
The outer building of Qingshan Tower outside the mountain.
The strange rocks are lined up in rows. Although there is no pattern at all, the layers of them are stacked together and form a beautiful scenery of small bridges and flowing water.
There are no traces of man-made work. The rocks are carved into their original state, nourished by the sun and water, and gradually become a beautiful appearance.
In the gentle rippling wind, you can hear the gurgling stream and the chirping of birds.
Scattered green fields appear on the hillside, with red flowers and willows and green sculptures everywhere, dotted with stars, extremely numerous.
Fu Shuishui sighed as he walked: "My grandparents have really good taste."