Chapter 10 Chapter 9: Xi Yi's Old Friend Is Not Visible

The stone wall of Yunge Cliff is full of inscriptions from previous dynasties. Monk Peter saw that there were many famous names on the inscriptions, and he couldn't help clasping his hands together, and secretly praised: "This Nanming Mountain can be the victory of Kuocang, it really is not for nothing. .” Luo Zhongxia was not as knowledgeable as Monk Peter, and the first thing he noticed were the two most striking official script characters: "Lingchong".These two characters are as red as red, with a diameter of about one foot four and a depth of about half a finger. They are engraved on the mottled stone wall.

Seeing that he had been staring at these two characters, Zhuge Yihui quickly explained: "The word 'Ling Chong' was written by Ge Hong in the Jin Dynasty. It is said that there was a monkey spirit haunting this place, and Ge Xianweng wandered here and brought a Guan Dansha pen, writing the word Lingchong on this stone wall, the monkey spirit immediately bowed to the ground, not daring to do anything wrong." Luo Zhongxia was most interested in the stories of gods and monsters. Hearing what he said was interesting, he asked again: "The monkey spirit who was overwhelmed by Ge Hong, could it be Sun Wukong?"

Zhuge Yihui was taken aback by his question, thought for a while before answering: "Well, this shouldn't matter at all, right? Monkey King is a legendary figure, but Ge Xianweng is real. Behind the Renshou Temple, there is a deep well named It's called Gejing. It is said that it was the place where Ge Xianweng made alchemy and got water." "Oh……" "Beside Ge Xianweng's inscription, there are also many praises from later generations of literati, which cannot be faked here." Luo Zhongxia went over to have a look, and it turned out that beside Ge Hong's handwriting, there was another inscription, which read "Ling Chong swiped and swept, and the misty spirit flew in shock", signed by Chujun Liujing.

"It seems that the word Lingchong is the most famous on the entire Nanming stone wall, and everyone revolves around it." Luo Zhongxia said with emotion. "Since the seven princes of Guancheng are in Nanming, and the word Lingchong is so prominent, is it possible that Ge Hong's pen spirit is one of the seven princes?" "That's not entirely true." Zhuge Yihui pointed to the cliff on the right. There are three large characters "Nanming Mountain" on it, with a diameter of one foot and five. Compared with the word "Ling Chong", it lacks some simple charm, but it is A little more elegant, there is righteousness in the odd, like a horse in the wind, calm and happy.

"This is the authentic work of Mi Yuanzhang, a great calligrapher of the Northern Song Dynasty. In terms of value, it is comparable to Ge Hong's "Ling Chong"." Zhuge Yihui guided Luo Zhongxia to look at the rock wall.Next to the three characters "Nanming Mountain", there is also an inscription by Liu Jing of Chujun, praising: "The character of the book is strange and tall, and it is as high as the mountain. The mountain can be decayed, and the soil is like this, and this book always stands on the wall." "This Liu Jing is a good man, no one will offend, and both sides say good things." Yan Zheng curled his lips. He didn't understand these things at all, so he wasn't as shocked as the others.Be it Ge Hong or Mi Fu, they are just two names to him, and he can't generate any special ideas.

But for Monk Peter, these two names are very popular, and they are both well-known cultural celebrities in history.He frowned and pondered for a moment, then said: "Ge Hong, Mi Fu, no matter who these two people are the seven princes in charge of the city, it is not surprising. Have your Zhuge family tried to find their pen spirit?" Zhuge Yihui smiled wryly and said: "We bought a real estate in Lishui to stay permanently, just to find the pen spirits of the two of them. Considering their status, even if they are not Qihou, their value is extremely high for the pen officials. Gao——It's a pity that Zhuge's family has been searching here for so many days, but there is no clue. Let alone Ge Hong's age is a bit old, let's just talk about Mi Fu. It is said that Mi Fu did not come to Nanming in person, but Liu Calligraphy was brought from Jing to Bianliang, and then engraved on the stone wall. It is a bit far-fetched to say that Mi Fu’s pen spirit resides here.”

Monk Peter said "Yes", but shook his head again: "People's hearts are like words, and they don't stick to one place. The spirit of a pen cannot be measured by a person's place of origin." When Luo Zhongxia heard that Zhuge Yihui and Monk Peter were talking about entering Hong Kong, he couldn't understand most of them, and felt bored, so he just walked along the rock wall and watched the past.There are quite a lot of inscriptions of past dynasties on the rock wall, all of which are flying like dragons and phoenixes.When it comes to writing in block script, Luo Zhongxia can still read a little bit; when it comes to cursive script and small seal script, he is completely blind.Just walking and watching like this, unconsciously turned to the back of the rock wall alone, only a few steps away from the thousand-foot deep cliff.

This is the peak of Nanming Mountain. It is quite high above sea level. The entire mountain top is already partly immersed in the sea of ​​clouds, so it is called Yunge Cliff.At some point, a white cloud floated over, covering all the climbers in the mist in a short while.After everyone realized it, they found that the surroundings were already blurred, and their eyesight was only half a meter in front of them. "Stand closer, everyone." Zhuge Yihui said loudly.He had climbed Nanming Mountain several times before, but this was the first time he encountered such a big cloud. When the others heard Zhuge Yihui's shout, they all shouted together and moved closer to each other based on their voices.

"Zhongxia? Where's Zhongxia?" Nineteen suddenly shouted in panic.It doesn't matter if this shout, everyone was startled, and looked around one after another.But seeing echoes in the empty valley, afterimages in the mist, there is no shadow of Luo Zhongxia. Monk Peter and the Nineteenth Party were shocked.Luo Zhongxia was pregnant with Qinglian, and was the focus of contention among the forces of all parties. He happened to disappear on this Yunge Cliff, and it really couldn't make people think of a good place. Only Yan Zheng looked normal: "Everyone, don't be nervous, in my opinion, nothing will happen to that guy."

Luo Zhongxia could no longer hear Yan Zheng's assurance at this time. When he started to pay attention, the surrounding fog had become thicker, layer upon layer like a white curtain.He called Nineteen and Yan Zheng loudly, but there was no response at all.He was a little panicked, but he didn't dare to move his feet at all, because the abyss was not far away from him. He usually has a youthful mind, but when he encounters this kind of crisis, Huai Su's Zen mind will show its effectiveness.With a Zen mind, Luo Zhongxia calmed down and began to think calmly, thinking that the rock wall is not very big, as long as I hold Mo Ke with my hand, I will be able to turn it out—at least I won’t get lost.Unexpectedly, when he reached out to touch it, his hands were empty, and the rock walls that should have been close at hand disappeared, leaving only a white thick fog—in his opinion, this was a kind of paleness at all.

Then he heard a familiar voice. "Oh my, we meet again." Although Luo Zhongxia was not panicked, he racked his brains to search for a face that matched the voice in his memory, but saw a slender figure falling from mid-air.This person has picturesque features, fragrant skin, like a lazy Persian cat in human form, indescribably sexy and charming, with a pair of captivating almond eyes looking at him with a smile. "You are Qin Yi!" Luo Zhongxia finally remembered.Qin Yi took two steps coquettishly, the curves of his whole body twisted gently rhythmically, and raised his wrists: "You damn ghost, you finally remember his name." Luo Zhongxia knew that this sexy stunner was an extremely dangerous woman, so he didn't dare to be careless, he quickly kept his mind on his mind, and his originally turbulent emotions calmed down immediately.He smiled slightly: "I wonder if Miss Qin trapped me here on purpose, what's the matter?" Qin Yi rolled his eyes lightly half a circle, pointing his jaw: "Can't I find you if I have nothing to do?" The green lotus brush suddenly bloomed from the top of the two's heads, and the green light drove away the dense fog around them, and the tip of the brush pointed vigilantly at Qin Yi.Luo Zhongxia had already prepared a few extremely offensive lines in his heart, as long as there was any change in this Qin Yi, Qinglian would be able to immediately activate her ability to restrain her. Qin Yi didn't panic, he giggled and said, "What are you doing?" Luo Zhongxia said coldly: "Don't you have a rare pen? Show it, don't play any more tricks." Qin Yi sighed exaggeratedly, and his eyes moved: "Oh, you child, you are so hostile to others. They asked you here today, but they have something very important to tell you." "I've heard this before, and I was almost killed." Luo Zhongxia knew that this woman was vicious, and both he and Zheng He were almost killed by her.He recalled his experience of being stuffed into the trunk of the car, and his anger rose sharply. "The wind and rain come from the darkness!" As Luo Zhongxia recited, the Qinglian pen shone brightly, and there were faint signs of wind and rain gathered.He planned to blow away the entangled fog first, to see the surrounding environment clearly, and then to argue with Qin Yi.Chinese literacy cannot be cultivated in a day or two, so with the assistance of Ju Shigeng, he consciously selected some poems and memorized them in advance so as to deal with different situations.Fortunately, Li Bai's poems cover a wide range, which is enough to deal with most situations.The phrase "the wind and rain come from the darkness" was originally used by him to create confusion and confuse the enemy's sight, but now it is used to disperse the dense fog, and it has a unique effect. The wind and rain were precarious, the fog dispersed, and the surrounding mountains gradually became clear.Seeing that Qin Yi dared not move forward, Luo Zhongxia was so determined that he drove the Qinglian pen to dance in the air. "Lei Pingxi wants to roar!" Another poem blurted out, and there was rumbling thunder coming from the end of Qinglian's pen, and each brush whisker pulled a shining arc from time to time, surrounded by thunder, which is exactly the artistic conception of thunder.As long as Luo Zhongxia gave an order, a thunderbolt would blast out from the pen, blasting that woman to a point where she was so tender. Seeing that he was so vigilant, Qin Yi couldn't help laughing, raised his hands high, and said angrily, "I've really convinced you, okay, okay, can't sister surrender?" "What is your purpose?" Luo Zhongxia believed that he had the upper hand, and his tone became stronger. Qin Yi pursed his lips, and simply sat on the ground with his chin in his hand and hummed: "I was just asked by someone to let you meet each other. Who knows that kindness is regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs." "Who?" Luo Zhongxia was not affected by Qin Yi's charm at all. "A friend named Wei." "Wei Shiran? You really have collusion." Luo Zhongxia sneered. "No, how could it be him. He doesn't care about you now, he's another friend." Qin Yi suddenly turned his head to look, and said with a coquettish smile, "Oh, she's here." In the fog that has not cleared away in the distance, the figure of another person is walking towards them. His figure is petite and light, like a lotus flower blooming in the fog.Luo Zhongxia's pupils shrank suddenly, and Qinglian, who was originally high-spirited, also sensed her master's mood, and became a little dazed, and the thunder gradually died down. "Little, little Rong..." Luo Zhongxia's mind suddenly went blank, and he was completely dumbfounded. Xiao Rong was still wearing the plain blue dress, still elegant, but her body was thin and her complexion was paler than before, with almost no blood at all.She walked up to Luo Zhongxia slowly, and smiled softly: "Long time no see." "Okay... Long time no see." Although Zen was calm, Luo Zhongxia was also in a state of confusion, not knowing what to say for a while. Qin Yi smiled and said, "You two should have a good talk, sister, I still have things to do, so I won't eavesdrop." After saying that, she turned and left, and soon disappeared in the thick fog.The remaining two people suddenly fell into a strange awkward situation, neither of them spoke first, and neither of them knew what to say.Luo Zhongxia stared at Xiaorong's black and white eyes, but felt that her eyes were covered with mist, not as clear and bright as before, and she didn't know what was on her mind. Memories welled up in his heart, and finally he said softly, "How are you doing?" Xiaorong said lightly, "Not good." "Hmm..." Luo Zhongxia scratched her scalp, not knowing what to say. Seeing his embarrassed expression, Xiaorong couldn't help but smile a little, remembering the embarrassment they had when they first met.She smiled briefly, looked at him and said softly, "Do you hate me?" Luo Zhongxia also asked himself this question.All my encounters were caused by Xiaorong's grandfather Wei Shiran, that old guy has been playing with him as a pawn from the beginning to the end.Although Luo Zhongxia doesn't want to blame others, it seems unreasonable to say that Xiaorong is completely ignorant of her grandfather's plan, and intentionally or unintentionally helps her grandfather arrange himself. But his answer has nothing to do with these things. "I don't hate it," he replied simply.Xiaorong's expression was slightly surprised by this answer. "Why? You've been through so much?" Luo Zhongxia took out a plain note from his arms and handed it to Xiao Rong.The beautiful handwriting on the plain paper is still clear: "It's better to shovel the tomb of the brush, the hops are full of spring and green. The handwriting is scattered away, and the green lotus embraces the slough and the autumn. The cicada is light. You cherish yourself-the banyan character." "You still keep it..." Xiaorong lowered her head and said in a low voice. "I've always carried it with me, just hoping to meet you one day and hand it back to you face to face." Luo Zhongxia said seriously.He went to Tuibi Tomb because of the reminder of this episode, and almost lost his life; he also went to Lvtian Temple because of its reminder, and finally saved his life. "But this collection of lines almost hurt you. I was ordered by my grandfather to collect this poem to mislead you." "But the four words "Jun Zizhen" are your own thoughts?" The girl didn't answer. What Luo Zhongxia thought of at this moment was the scene in front of the Tomb of Tubi.The cool water that dripped on her body, and the petite figure that appeared and disappeared, are like the collection of sentences on the plain note, they are always kept in the softest depth of memory. "Is that your ability? Or your tears?" "Both." Xiao Rong only said two words. Luo Zhongxia felt that a knot that had been tangled in his heart was suddenly untied, he suddenly had an impulse, stretched out his hand, and gently hugged the girl in his arms, Xiao Rong did not struggle.Luo Zhongxia felt that the girl's body was thin and cold, as if it was formed by condensation of clouds and mist, and it would turn into snowflakes and disperse with a little force. "I've been thinking about you." Luo Zhongxia murmured with her eyes closed, smelling a faint fragrance in her nose, and wanted to reach out a hand to caress Xiaorong's black hair that was as smooth as a mirror. Xiaorong let herself be held in his arms, slowly raised her head, and said calmly, "I came to you, hoping that you could help me." "Huh? What is it?" Luo Zhongxia finally mustered up the courage to rest her palm on her hair. "Go save my grandpa." Luo Zhongxia's movements suddenly became stiff. "You want me to save Wei Shiran?" Xiaorong nodded: "Grandpa is now on Nanming Mountain, and he is in a big crisis." ※※※ At the same time, everyone on Yunge Cliff was in a mess—only Yan Zheng was an exception, he was leisurely crossing his chest, with his signature idle smile. Nineteen was very dissatisfied with Yan Zheng's attitude, she asked, "How do you know that Zhong Xia will be fine?" "Because I saw Qin Yi just now, she took Luo Zhongxia away." Yan Zheng's answer surprised the others. Nineteen was furious, grabbed Yan Zheng by the collar and shouted, "Since you saw it, why didn't you stop it!?" "She won't harm him, I think there must be her intentions!" Monk Peter signaled Nineteen to be calm, stepped up to Yan Zheng and said, "I'm talking about Yan Zheng, Qin Yi's character, you and I are very clear. You are so sure now, what is the reason?" Yan Zheng smiled and replied, "Don't worry, Qin Yi is not our enemy, otherwise she wouldn't have given us Fang Bin's notebook." Monk Peter was taken aback, and his gold-rimmed glasses almost slipped off the bridge of his nose: "You mean, the landlady who gave us the key to the locker is Qin Yi?" Yan Zheng said triumphantly: "I, Yan Zheng, is also a person of good fortune, and that level of disguise can't escape my eyes. As soon as I entered the door, I could see that she was easy to tolerate—a woman in her twenties A beautiful woman dressed up as a forty or fifty-year-old lady, the flaws are too obvious." "Then why didn't you tell us? Are you really obsessed with her?" Nineteen asked sharply.She is jealous by nature, and is full of hostility towards everything related to "them". Yan Zhengdao: "Not exactly. I think since she changed her appearance, she must not want people to know her real face, so I can't tell the truth. Besides, she gave us Fang Bin's notebook, which is also a good thing." He added superficially: "When it comes to women, I've always respected their privacy very much." The thrush glows red without losing the opportunity, which is originally a pen spirit known as a friend of women. Nineteen said angrily, "I really don't understand why you trust her so much!?" "She is so beautiful, she must not be a villain." Yan Zheng replied cheerfully. Monk Peter was well aware of this person's temperament, sighed, and asked, "Then do you know where they went at this time?" "I don't know." Yan Zheng answered very simply. Nineteen Crescent's eyebrows were erected, wishing to chop this playboy into a hundred dollars. At this time, Zhuge Yihui clapped his hands with a stern expression, and said in a low voice: "Everyone, stop arguing about this, we are in big trouble." Monk Peter, Nineteen and Yan Zheng immediately looked around, only to see shadows in the clouds and mist, as if there were several shadows approaching with malicious intentions...