Zhao Chian and Ye Ye met Lu Xiang two days later at the Jingliu Restaurant. At that time, a drizzle was falling on Chuncheng Mountain. The ancient restaurant in the mist and rain looked thin and pale, as misty as the Penglai Immortal Pavilion. The bluestone in front of the building The road was wet, reflecting a large pink flag with the word "wine"!
"Senior Lu, we are late..." Zhao Chi'an said with a vague look on his face as his eyebrows were like distant mountains!
"It's not too late, just come back!" Lu Xiang looked warm, filled two cups of hot tea and put them on the table. He said with a smile: "I have been looking forward to it for many days, and finally I hope you will come back. Please sit down quickly!"
"This...Senior Lu..." Mingye took a step forward and seemed to have something to say, but like a drowning person, he sank into the depths again, with a depressed look on his face that he couldn't say anything!
"Senior Lu, we didn't protect him well..." Zhao Chi'an didn't hold it in for a long time, with endless sadness on his face!
Lu Xiang heard that he was hesitant to speak. He slowly lowered his eyes and said deeply: "I have heard about Qi Song's murder. My condolences!"
His life is like a flower that has just bloomed. It was ruthlessly destroyed before it withered and withered!
Lu Xiang turned his eyes to the continuous rain outside the window and sighed: "There is no resurrection after death, we can only send our condolences..." Lu Xiang picked up the tea on the table and said leisurely: "Let's have tea instead of wine. A cup of brother Qisong..."
"Okay..." the three of them said and each picked up their teacups!
The wind blows through the restaurant, and all the beauty is gone!
In the dusk rain, a man in white stood in front of the mountain with his head held high. He looked up and saw that the cliffs went straight into the sky. The peaks leaned against the sky like swords. The two walls were cut off from each other and faced each other. They looked like doors. There were three red characters carved on the stone walls: Jiange Pass. ! Looking at the city tower again, there is a horizontal plaque hanging in the middle of the attic, which reads "The Great Pass of the World"!
Hey, hey, it's so dangerous!
The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky!
Silkworms and yufu, how confused the founding of the country is!
You are forty-eight thousand years old, and you are not in the vicinity of Qin Sai.
There is a bird path in Taibai, Xidang, which can cross the top of Emei.
The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the strong men to death, and then the ladders and stone stacks were connected to each other.
There is a high mark of six dragons returning to the sun on the top, and a rushing wave and turning back to Sichuan below.
The yellow crane cannot fly past, and the ape clings to it to overcome its sorrow.
There is a lot of green mud, and there are nine twists and turns in the rocky mountains with a hundred steps.
Mon went to the Lijing Well and raised his head and breathed, and he sat with his hands on his back and sighed.
I asked you when will you return from your journey to the west? Afraid of the unreachable rocks.
But I saw mourning birds calling ancient trees, and male and female flying around the forest.
I also heard Zigui crying about the moon at night and worrying about the empty mountains.
The difficulty of the road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky, which makes people wither their beauty!
Even if the peaks are gone, the sky is not full, and withered pines hang upside down against the cliffs.
The turbulent waterfalls are noisy, and the cliffs turn into rocks and thousands of valleys are thundered.
The danger is also like this. People who have traveled far away have come here for nothing!
The sword pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei. One man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men cannot open it.
Those who were guarding or robbing relatives turned into wolves and jackals.
Avoiding tigers in the morning and snakes at night, grinding teeth and sucking blood, killing people like numbness.
Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to return home early.
The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky. I turn to the west and look to the west to sigh! ——"The Road to Shu is Difficult"
According to legend, Jiange Pass was built by Zhuge Liang, the Prime Minister of the Shu Kingdom of the Three Kingdoms. Liu Bang, the founder of the Han Dynasty, and Liu Bei of the Three Kingdoms both took advantage of this place to advance to the north and aspire to conquer the Central Plains.
Jiange Shu Road is full of beautiful scenery, Fule Mountain is full of flowers all year round, Cuiyun Corridor has 300 miles of ancient cypresses, and Mingyue Gorge has flying beams over the mountains! Zhang Zai, a native of Jin Dynasty, wrote in the "Jiange Inscription": "The only gate to Shu is a solid town. It is called Jiange, with thousands of walls standing on it. The land is dangerous, the road is extremely steep, the world is turbulent, but the road is clear. It goes smoothly." One sentence in the book reveals the secret of the rise and fall of Shu Road through the ages. In the early years of the Tang Dynasty, the Bashu Holy Land established the Jiannan Road. Jiannan is named after the area is south of Jiange. It connects Zangda to the east, Tubo to the west, Qunman to the south, and Jiange to the north. The Bazhong Mountains stretch for hundreds of miles. The Yinping Road travels through the mountains, digging tunnels and building bridges and pavilions. Passers-by climb the wooden edge of the cliff and file in!
"Little brother, stay, stay!" The man in white looked back and saw a Xianfeng Taoist sitting cross-legged on the stone steps in a majestic and elegant manner. His fine eyes were slightly closed, he was thin and elegant, not dusty, and a sign jar was dangling in his hand. There was a constant buzz: "Little brother, can you make a prediction?"
"Need not!"
"One line determines good and bad luck. Life is unpredictable. Although blessings, misfortunes, sorrows and joys can be measured, the hexagrams are always empty if your temperament is not... The little brother's face is haggard and pale, and there is a faint black shadow under the corner of his eyes. If the wind is strong but murderous, I am afraid that if you encounter a big trouble, disaster will come in the near future. I am a poor man, so I might as well get a divination for my little brother, and he will surely survive the desperate situation and turn the bad luck into good luck! "
