There is a scenic spot not far from the border of Nanli, called Three Peaks and Five Lakes. The Three Peaks are indeed three majestic mountains, but the Five Lakes are not just five lakes, but four large lakes connected together.
Three mountains guard one lake, and there are three lakes outside the mountains. Among them, the water of the big lake is particularly clear, not warm in summer and ice-free in winter.
This place has been favored by the literati of South Li since ancient times. In the low place under the three dangerous peaks, just walking around for more than half a day is enough to read countless poems by the sages of the past. Most of them were written by literati and later engraved based on the handwriting. Therefore, After hundreds of years it has not deteriorated and the handwriting is still visible. Most of the poems written by those with strong writing skills are majestic and majestic, while those with soft writing skills mostly speculate on the appearance of this place in the past, whether true or false, which can always draw people's hearts to the foot of the mountain where the faces are carved with pen and ink. If you meet someone who is fond of writing and ink, It’s not surprising that you can probably stay for a few days to watch the comments.
Many people say that the three peaks and five lakes are not just imaginary numbers at all, but include the long sky, especially in autumn when the sky is high and the clouds are wide, the lakes are green and the sky is vast, and the mountains are dotted with maple trees. It can be achieved without any effort. More than ten different colors can make people bow.
The carriages and horses left from Nanli and did not go anywhere else, but went straight to the Three Peaks and Five Lakes. It did not seem like they were busy with worldly affairs at all. Instead, it seemed that they had been bored in the mountains for too long and finally had such an opportunity. Go out for a walk, not caring about the trivial matters ordered by the master.
The horses are also happy, because there are not many access roads to these three peaks and five lakes. Only the low peak ridges stretching away from the foot of these three mountains are only one foot wide and narrow at first, and four fingers high. The surrounding lakes have been transformed by rain. Once the lake is slightly filled and the lake level rises, the horses' hooves will naturally be covered, and the horses that have been walking under the scorching sun for a long time will get a lot of rare coolness. There are many people here to enjoy the scenery. There are young girls or children wearing simple clothes. During the riding season, they specially sit at the end of the car tent and hang their feet down. When the horses are wading away, they just hang their feet down. In the lake that overflows the road, you can see clear waves floating, and four water lines are drawn by your feet. No matter how you look at it, it makes people feel happy, and they wish that their heart, which has been bound by mundane things for a long time, can sink into the blue waves. It's always soothing inside.
The car tent slowly entered the three peaks. The young man in the car rarely let go of his thoughts. He looked for a place to tie up the carriage and horses. He was not worried about the precious objects in the car tent being taken away. He shook his head and left. When walking barefoot, you can see a slight lameness in your feet, which looks very much like a serious injury in the early years. Although it doesn't appear to be a problem, it is still awkward. But this young man, who was not very outstanding in appearance and had weak legs and feet, did not pay attention to the glances around him from time to time. He carefully followed the poems inscribed on the mountain wall in front of him and shook his head slightly.
"Brother, I must also be a person who practices poetry. Do you think that the poems and essays written on the mountain wall are mixed and varied?"
The lame young man raised his eyebrows. When he looked back, he found that a frail scholar who was also barefoot was standing behind him. He was holding a folding fan and was looking at him eagerly. He was immediately suspicious.
"I really have never read two volumes of sages' books. I can't understand the dense handwriting on this mountain. I came here just to find something. I really don't understand what my brother said."
The scholar holding the folding fan smacked his lips when he heard the words and put away the folding fan, but no matter how he acted, he could not see the hint of a handsome young man. No matter how the lame young man looked at it, this scholar had some aura from head to toe. He had a poor taste, and his behavior was very stingy, and the words "elegance" and "elegance" had nothing to do with each other. He looked at the lame young man up and down, and smiled slightly, "Brother, don't hide it from me. Just follow your bookish attitude." Look, there must be no difference between people who share the same path. Even if you feel that your talents are limited and your knowledge is shallow, it doesn’t matter. You and I will take a closer look and we will definitely make some progress.”
For nearly two hours afterwards, the lame young man's ears were never clear. This scholar had probably been neglected for a long time and rarely answered a question. However, he regarded the young man as a half-confidant and stayed with him, making comments and remarks along the way. This poem is not bad, or the poet who wrote it misquoted some common sayings. If he had written it himself, he would definitely not have made such flaws. A knowledgeable person should not touch such flaws and babble endlessly. , just like mosquitoes and flies, always annoying the lame young man. Several times, he almost straightened his palm and slapped it on the face of the person behind him.
As night fell, the young man sighed softly, and was about to go back home, but he saw the scholar who was particularly interested in walking from one mountain to another. He was relieved at least, and shook his head. He shook his head and was about to leave, but he didn't want the scholar to think of himself and his half-time friend. He hurriedly walked to the lame young man in two steps and asked in confusion.
"Brother, I came here to look for something. Why are you planning to leave now that you haven't found anything?"
"Unlucky times, the things we are looking for are probably no longer on this mountain. We will come back tomorrow to look for the remaining two mountains and then leave."
The young man obviously didn't want to talk to the scholar who was a little crazy about reading, so he casually handed over his hands and left, but the scholar couldn't help but got confused again and insisted on teasing the young man. The cuffs were annoyed even more when they asked what the object they were looking for was, so they had no choice but to tell the truth about what they saw during the trip. They said it was not an object, but a building hidden among the three peaks and five lakes. Go there to solve the puzzle.
Who doesn't know that there have never been buildings in the three peaks and five lakes, and the same is true for this scholar. After hearing what the young man said, he felt puzzled, but he didn't say much. He probably felt that the lame man in front of him was ill-fated. The young man who was satisfied was probably a little crazy due to bad luck, and said cautiously, "Brother, I remembered it wrong. If there are buildings in these three peaks and five lakes, it is estimated that many people will know about it and cannot hide it. Besides, It's three mountains in height, but it's definitely not a big mountain. If there are buildings that are clearly visible, how come no one has noticed them until today."
Seeing that he could not get rid of this rather stubborn master for a while, the lame young man simply started talking, saying that someone had told him that there must be hidden buildings among these three peaks and five lakes, but It is difficult for ordinary people to see it. Only by finding a poem can we know where the building is. There is only one sentence in the poem, which calls for murderous intention. Clouds will form at three o'clock, and cold sounds will spread throughout the night. Murderous intentions will appear. Show mercy.
The scholar had never cared about the buildings. Instead, he just recited that poem. From the beginning, he was indifferent, and soon became a little bit dancing. He couldn't suppress the joy in his heart. He couldn't care about anything else. He dragged the young man to hurriedly Walking to the mountain wall, he took out his pen and ink and hurriedly polished the ink and added some pen. He moved so fast that his sleeves were stained with ink. He didn't care, and he just started writing the poem that the young man said just now. Come on, the brush strokes are like dragons and snakes, and they are not as shabby as usual. Instead, they are more heroic and bold, and the ink is as sharp as a knife. However, just a few strokes can actually make the young people on the side feel the murderous intention swimming around, and feel a chill all over their bodies.
"Brother, this is not to steal other people's poems?" The lame young man looked at a line of poems with dragon and snake eyes, and shook his head helplessly, "Besides, if I write the poem now, I'm afraid it won't be counted, how can I find it? In that building, such behavior is really a bit abrupt."
"Standing in the middle of the turbulent river, you can still die of thirst." However, the scholar's expression did not change at all. He looked at the line of poetry in front of him with great satisfaction. The more he read, the happier he felt, "If you want to see the beautiful shadows of the distant mountains, you can't wait to see the surrounding mountains. All measurements are based on footsteps. Do we still expect our thoughts to touch God and move the mountain in front of our eyes? Since we know that it can’t be done, why not walk towards the mountain on our own? After all, I just think this poem is good, and I have never I have heard that the sage before and today who wrote this poem wrote it here without signing it."
Logically speaking, scholars should not be crazy people. The poems they read the most are the so-called etiquette, justice, integrity, or gentleness, courtesy, and simplicity. Therefore, most of the scholars I see pay the most attention to speech and behavior. Where have I ever seen this kind of poetry? He can be called a crazy scholar, so he suddenly felt novel. He didn't care about what the scholar said, but stared at the line of handwriting. He raised his hand and stretched out two fingers, pointing slightly towards the mountain wall.
Tens of thousands of golden lights seeped out from the three peaks and five lakes, but many scholars and tourists who never left regarded it as nothing and did not notice anything strange. Only the scholars were full of astonishment, and the young people also smiled with relief. Patting the scholar's back, which was suddenly covered in cold sweat, he said, "I've learned my lesson. It seems that some things still have to be forced. If I didn't force myself, I would never be able to move the mountain."
The golden light spurted out, then connected into silk threads, and fell into the lake. They were as light as nothing. The entire mountain peak unfolded like a new bamboo shoot, peeling away the stone debris around it, until it turned into a sky-reaching building, exactly where the scholar wrote. The stone wall happened to be the main entrance of the building. Two very short people walked out of it. They looked at their faces and greeted them respectfully into the building.
From the beginning to the end, the tourists and scholars around the Three Peaks and Five Lakes did not notice anything strange, and no one cared that two people were missing out of thin air.
The scholar finally calmed down, but when he looked towards the splendid corridor leading upstairs, he still couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body. Just when he thought about grabbing the cuffs of the lame young man, he felt it was inappropriate. It was ungracious, and he retracted his hand angrily, his face trembling as he slowly climbed the stairs with the young man.
Why care about the surrounding scenery?
The lame young man in front only found it funny that the scholar who could write so boldly and boldly now has turned into a coward. It seems that this scholar has a very strange temper, and he can move forward without hindrance when his whim comes. It was only after I felt calm that I became aware of fear, but I really don't know what to say.
But it's still better than practicing swordsmanship.
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