The sky in July was extremely hot, the scorching sun scorched the earth, and the smoke was steaming. A young scholar-like young man carried a green bamboo book basket and walked slowly along the mountain road with difficulty step by step.
Looking up at the almost noon sun, he frowned anxiously, sweat dripping down his handsome face.
Legend has it that there is a place in Phoenix Mountain that is as beautiful as a fairyland, surrounded by green water, colorful peach blossoms, simple folk customs, and closed at night, but is there really such a place? After walking for such a long time, there is still the venomous sun above my head, and the foothills of the mountain road still under my feet. There is no sign of a fairyland at all.
The scholar took a bite and walked for a while, and suddenly heard the gurgling sound of water in front of him. He was so thirsty that he was overjoyed, and he almost jumped in front of the trickling stream and took a sip. After drinking, he wiped his mouth contentedly. He never felt that the mountain spring was so sweet, but at the same time he was also puzzled.
Following the ever-widening stream, he came to a moss-slippery rock wall. The jagged rocks left a hole for one person to enter and exit. He waded in curiously and walked through the long, long cave. , finally a light appeared in front of him, he pushed aside the entangled kudzu, and was stunned by the sight in front of him.
The mountains are covered with green trees, the breeze is breezy, the lakes at the foot of the mountain are dotted with rippling blue waves, the houses on the open flat ground are like houses, and the streets are vertical and horizontal.
The scholar was excited for a while, and finally found it! The legendary Phoenix Fairy Mountain!
Looking up, there was a big banyan tree that covered the sky and the sun. Under the tree, there were hill-like green watermelons. The red flesh was cut open on the table. It was really tempting. The scholar swallowed and unconsciously Step forward.
Looking around, there was no one guarding it. The scholar took a piece of watermelon and chewed it. The thirst and exhaustion all the way seemed to be melted by the full and sweet juice, and the whole body felt refreshed.
"Scholar! Is this melon still delicious?"
With a sudden drink, the scholar almost dropped the petals in his hand. Looking closely, behind the huge banyan tree root lies a thin old man. The old man's face is half covered with a bamboo hat, and his voice is coming from a cluster of upturned beards.
"Old man! I'm being reckless! I'm really sorry!" The scholar hurriedly put down the watermelon, and hurriedly took out a handful of copper coins, offering them with both hands, "Here you are!"
The old man lifted his hat, revealing a pair of bright eyes, looked at the copper coins in the scholar's hand, pouted, and waved his hands again and again.
"Don't don't!"
"This..." The scholar looked embarrassedly at the melon rind that he had eaten all over the place, at a loss.
"Look at you from out of town!" The old man looked at him and said with a wink, "If there is something strange for me to see, I won't bother with you!"
The scholar was puzzled, but he still turned over the book basket according to his words, and found a few things from it.
A quill pen that can be dipped in water to write, a telescopic telescope, a knife that sharpens iron like mud, and so on, the scholar believes that there is no such magical thing in this world.
Unexpectedly, the old man threw it away.
"That's it?" The old man's tone was rather disappointed.
"That's not enough!"
The scholar was about to refute, when a dark shadow suddenly appeared beside him. The man was tall and tall. He seemed to have just returned from fishing with a bamboo pole and a fish basket. A huge bamboo hat covered his eyes, revealing only the lower half of his face. The slightly raised thin lips overflowed with evil charm.
Under the surprised gaze of the scholar, the fisherman leaned over to pick up the fallen leaves for the old man, his movements extremely gentle.
"You! You're still so playful!" The fisherman patted the old man's cheek, doting like a newlywed couple.
"No way!" The old man pouted and retorted.
What made the scholar even more stunned, the old man's face seemed to be blushing, and his reaction was like... a charming little wife! All he had left in his mind was the word "beautiful"!
"Cough cough!"
The scholar couldn't help but coughed twice, but was immediately deterred by the two cold eyes under the fisherman's hat. The scholar never felt like sitting on pins and needles when he was looked at, and his impatient expression seemed to disturb the two of them. ! But he was also almost insane at the same time. He was so old, and he had never seen someone with such an all-worldly appearance. His age was hard to tell.
"Hey! Scholar!" The old man interrupted him, subconsciously using his thin body to block the fisherman, as if he didn't want his face to be spied on.
"Old... Zhang..." The scholar came back to his senses, but he didn't know what to call him.
Seeing the embarrassment on his face, the old man laughed smugly and asked seriously:
"Who are you, Sun Yanche?"
Hearing him call out the name of the Great General of the Dynasty in a careless manner, the scholar was shocked, and after a while, he answered cautiously.
"It's my father!"
"Where's your mother?" the old man asked with interest.
The scholar had thousands of doubts in his heart. How could this person know about his father and even question his mother? He looked like an aunt, and this old man, the more he looked at it, the more tender his eyebrows became. Wouldn't he be tired and dizzy
But he didn't dare to stare at the old man, because the fisherman on the side seemed very unhappy with his exploration, and he didn't want to anger him.
"Wait a minute!" The scholar was about to answer when the old man suddenly interrupted him and said excitedly, "Eight… girl! Right?"
Her mother's nickname was Babao, and the generals and uncles called her Babao. The scholar nodded.
"Hey! I knew it!" The old man happily turned his head to the fisherman and said, "This kid! Back then, he was chasing after our family's Liluo, and almost duel with Xiao Chu. In the end, he was not surrendered by Babao! "
The more and more the scholar listened, the more confused he became. The Xiao Chu and Lamluo in his mouth seemed to be Uncle Xiao and Aunt Shi, but what he said... It seemed that he didn't even know it!
"Does the old man know Uncle Xiao and Aunt Shi?" The scholar knew that there was something going on in front of him, so he didn't dare to neglect, and bowed respectfully.
"Very familiar, very familiar!" The old man waved his hand quickly and asked again, "What are you doing here?"
"My father once told me that when I pass through Phoenix Mountain in the future, I must come here to visit the old man and pay tribute to a senior for him!" The scholar replied.
"Who is the old friend? Who is the senior?" The old man asked and gave the fisherman beside him a thoughtful look.
"One is His Royal Highness King Xie, the uncle of the dynasty, and the other is Princess Xie. Back then, the two were powerful and galloping across the world, not to mention how majestic!" "My father said they were living in seclusion here, and he specially asked me to visit the two of you!"
"There's no place in the mountains and fields where there is King Xie, Princess Xie!" The old man smiled and poured a basin of cold water on him, rubbing against the fisherman and said, "Do you think so?"
The fisherman hummed and got up to pack up the fishing rod.
"Don't forget to go home and drink fish soup at noon!"
He threw this sentence away, gave the scholar a cold side glance, picked up the fish basket and walked away, the scholar wiped his eyes, and felt that the fisherman's words echoed in his ears, and his figure drifted like a drift. Disappeared behind the circling stone steps.
"Who is the senior you're talking about?"
The old man also stood up and walked towards the other side of the river. The scholar followed behind him, making him feel smaller and smaller.
"My father only said that he was a senior who died on the battlefield. He said that if he found King Xie and Princess Xie, they would naturally take me there!" The scholar followed his steps carefully and answered honestly.
"Hey!" After walking for a while, the old man stopped and pointed to a simple tombstone in the grass by the river, "You child! You can't speak clearly! There is only this tomb here, so let's say goodbye!"
The scholar felt aggrieved, his father didn't make it clear, how could he blame him? This old man is also very arrogant!
But the old man's reaction to him was completely absent-minded. He suddenly found that the old man's smile at the tombstone was clearly filled with sadness!
"He's the best soldier in the Xi Kingdom!" The old man murmured, bending over and pulling out a few weeds at the head of the tomb.
Xu Shi was infected by the old man, and the scholar suddenly raised a sense of respect for the owner of the tomb, and stood silently for a long time.
"Mother! Go-home-eat-meal--"
After a while, the scholar seemed to hear a childish voice echoing in the mountains. He opened his eyes, and the old man was standing in the sunlight with his hands behind his back, smiling. tell him:
"Let's go! Go to my house for fish soup at noon!"