Chapter 122: The past is vague, goodbye old man (recommended)
Chapter 122 The past is vague, goodbye old man (please recommend)
The horse was in a hurry, and the road was full of dust.
A burst of temple bells rang, waking up several sweet dreams of the world. Passing Lingyun Temple, Gu Qingci was very happy, "I have heard for a long time that martial arts in the world come from Shaolin. I am going to experience it today!"
Someone in the caravan laughed and said, "Brother Gu, this is Lingyun Temple, not Shaolin Temple, nor Da Guangming Temple. If you want to experience martial arts, I'm afraid it will be impossible!"
"Aren't they all monks?"
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The sun sets in the west city, passing by Yushan Mountain, enjoying a round of Hongyang evening photos, and looking at a piece of green pines and cypresses. The setting sun is shining, and the sky is as gorgeous as clouds and brocade. Gu Qingci sang a poetic sentence, "Spring water is white in autumn, and Yushan is red in the evening."
Someone exclaimed: "Good poem!"
Gu Qingci smiled slightly, this Yushan style, pavilions, pavilions, surrounded by walls, weeping willows supporting the bank, nine winding corridors, you can add a "Gu Qingci to visit here!"
Then, be scolded to death!
Along the way, Gu Qingci led the people in the caravan, taught him a song, and drank it all the way, "Sing a song with Junge, never see old friends back, the sky is bright and the moon is new, and lovesickness is the most in the morning and evening..."
A group of old men who really don't have much talent for singing.
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From Yushan Mountain, you can watch Mugong Baqiao and climb Baqiao. You can drink horses like a general, but you can walk on the Ecstasy Bridge. Passing Baqiao, Gu Qingci was hesitant to compose a poem. Hundreds of years ago, a student once wrote, "Don't start your journey early, and stay at the head of Baqiao." Slowly return, "build embankments for five miles, plant ten thousand willows", the breeze of early spring hits, catkins fly, it is the March day in the world.
In the willow catkins all over the sky, break off a branch of willow and pin it on the bow of the boat. The lone boat goes by, and when it goes west to Yangguan, the yellow sand is scattered. Take a boat to break willows, imitate the ancients, and bid farewell by yourself. In a trance, you can see the soldiers in chaos in uniform and armor, dismounting for a rest, and drinking a few glasses of light wine.
Gu Qingci held the wine and toasted, "Brothers, see you by fate!"
"Farewell!"
Meet by chance, such a big rivers and lakes!
Gu Qingci took a full sip of wine, put the cup back on the table, and walked in another direction. He was going to Biyang Mansion, the hometown of Ma Shilian, and touched the black wooden box, but he didn't know if he would be close. Nostalgia.
The wind blew, and the wine glass suddenly turned into a pile of ashes.
The pile of ashes fell on the table and stuck to the wine watermark, revealing a few words:
Great Xia Jianghu, Central Plains Han, Qingci has long admired!
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Legend has it that very high places are very cold, as is the case with the Tianshan Mountains outside the Great Wall. There is a poem that says:
"Snow clouds and thousands of peaks in the Tianshan Mountains, snow and the north wind in the Wanling Mountains, whistling and whistling at night, and flowers blooming, the Tianshan Mountains are white all night, can spit out the moon in autumn, and look at the Yinshan Mountains, and cross the iron gate with one sword. Thousands of birds fly away, on the road to Weiyong horseshoe.
The dark mist and cold atmosphere are tens of thousands of miles away, and it is difficult to reach a thousand feet of ice. The fox fur is warm, but if it is not warm, the Tianshan guest, the treasure knife is frozen and cannot be sheathed, because when the snow falls on the Tianshan Mountain, I look at the cliff when I send you away. How can I give you a farewell in the snow, only the green pine branches. "
There is a Dao Pavilion on Tianshan Mountain. From a distance, there are thousands of frost swords, falling from the sky like ordinary rainstorms, but they are only fixed here, covering the sky above the sky. The slightly rippling lake water is abnormally cold, but it does not freeze. Tianchi!
Beside this Tianchi Lake, there is a woman in a white Taoist robe standing with a sword. The woman is innocent, and the sword is also innocent. She is called Qin Keqing.
On the other side of the Tianchi Lake is a man in green shirt, also holding a sword in his hand, covered with mud, including the man who is also covered in mud, with messy hair, and a big wine gourd hanging on his waist, a wine barrel is more suitable , His name is Liu Yiqing, also called Jiu Chi!
Liu Yiqing looked at Qin Keqing, and said: "Qin Keqing, why do you say that I can't beat you, I'm already innate, okay?" Then, Liu Yiqing slapped the wine gourd, took a sip of it, and threw the sword on the ground , smiled and said: "Oh, are you afraid of losing to me, hehe, just say it straight, I will save face for you, as long as you call me brother when you see me in the future, I won't beat you..."
Liu Yiqing's smug smile gradually froze, replaced by a look of disbelief, which gradually turned into panic!
Qin Keqing didn't speak, Wugou sword unsheathed, and danced beside Tianchi, a peach tree bloomed at a speed visible to the naked eye, one petal, two petals... trembling slightly in the wind, the breath of life, a pair of clear Eye.
In the snow mountain, facing the flowers blooming!
If there is a cage, it will be like stars!
Liu Yiqing swallowed his saliva, stood up, and didn't dare to smile anymore, Nuonuo, with a mournful face, said: "You...you...won't kill me...Elder sister, I was wrong!"
Qin Keqing was as calm as the icy water in Tianchi Lake, and said lightly: "I won't kill you, I want you to bring me someone to find me, he may have forgotten what he promised me!"
Liu Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a playful smile, "Who is it?"
"A person who defeated me in the way of swordsmanship and made me evolve from a sword of death into a sword of life!" Qin Keqing said softly, looking at the bleak sky.
Liu Yiqing took a sip of wine and said in shock, "Damn, master!"
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When I woke up, it was already evening. On the small road, against the background of dusk, two figures, one big and one small, were stretched longer and longer, one was a horse and the other was a person.
The sunset was already slowly setting, and Gu Qingci was carried into the small village by a horse. His arrival did not cause any fluctuations. The smoke from every house rose up, and the whole village was shrouded in soft smoke, hazy. The layers of mountains pull the wisps of cooking smoke and the willow whistle of the shepherd boy on the back of the cow far, far away.
There is a small stream running rampantly through the middle of the small mountain village and flowing slowly. If you stand on the top of a high mountain and look at it, it looks like a green ribbon tied around the waist of the village, with a different charm.
The small village is surrounded by streams, and behind the village is an endless mulberry garden and patches of bamboo forests. Under the nourishment of the rain and dew in the past few days, the mulberry trees sprouted new buds, and the whole mulberry garden is a green ocean. The bamboo forest, which itself is lush green, is even more vivid and emerald green now. The village is surrounded by layers of terraced fields, the valley to the east is an economic forest area, and the valley to the west is a pastoral slope. The white ones are sheep, the yellow ones are cows, the red ones are horses, and the black ones are donkeys. Walking into the continuous picture scroll, there is no desire or desire.
"It's really a fairyland on earth, a good place!" Gu Qingci secretly praised, jumped off the horse, and landed in a small teahouse. This small teahouse is very lively, with a radius of less than two feet, there are seven or eight tables, all of which are full of people, and there are about a dozen people squatting on the ground, ordering a few plates of peanuts, or drinking two glasses of light wine, tasting Drinking two sips of bitter tea.
Gu Qingci put the horse outside the teahouse, went in and spent a few pennies, took a glass of apricot blossom wine, took a sip, "Not bad!" This wine is full of flavor, with a floral fragrance on the lips and teeth.
At this time, there was a commotion from the teahouse, and several men joked, "Old man, we are waiting for you so hard!"
On a small stool, there is a small table next to it, a piece of gavel on the table, two or three jugs of wine, a large white bowl, a plate of peanuts, nothing more. An old man in a crumpled gray gown saluted all around with his clenched fists, attracting bursts of applause, one after another, what a bustling noise!
"Pa" the gavel slapped, and everyone gathered together. The old man said, "If you talk about Jianghu, don't talk about Jianghu, it's a kind of grievance, resentment, and hatred, and you can't express it in a few words. Let's pass the time, everyone. Think about it, think about it!"
Gu Qingci took a sip of his drink, raised his head and looked over, spewed out a sip of wine, and said in surprise, "Uncle Yan!"
Thanks to the book friend "arrogance can't control my low-key" for the 1000 starting point reward.
Thanks to the book friend "Big Bishop of Sad Wind" for the reward of 500 starting coins.
Thanks to the book friend "Liu Ming Feng Yan" for the reward of 1000 starting coins.
(end of this chapter)