Chapter 61 Ba Ling Cang

"Dong Yushi, can there be an excellent Ganquan Qingxi or footless landscape in the suburbs of Xi'an?" Wang Shouren saw that today's clouds are scattered and the sun coincided with the fifteenth. It must be the night of the full moon, which is the best time for the moon to heal the wounds, so he asked.

"Ganquan Qingxi, footless landscape..." Yang Yiqing quickly searched the situation of various grasslands in his memory, because he had never been to other places except grasslands for several years, but there was indeed no good water source, even if it was spoiled by horses - suddenly, he flashed: "There is a land Fang, since the Tang Dynasty, it has been the place where the royal family hunted. I heard that the mountains are green, the water and grass are fat, and the water converges in the mountains, pours down and drinks like sweet dew! However, since the Yuan Dynasty, it has been abandoned, and there are sometimes beasts, so there are only hunters! This place is called Baling, and Baling is located in the northeast corner of Bailuyuan in the eastern suburbs of Xi'an!"

"Okay, thank you very much!" Wang Shouren arched his hand and replied.

"Ba Ling?! Is there a river called Ba River? Is there a bridge on the Ba River? Willows and willows on the shore, the ancients came out of Chang'an to bid farewell? Su Wuniang heard the word "Baling" and was so excited that she was about to jump up.

"Yes, I'm talking about Baling Mountain, and the bottom of Baling Mountain is the Ba River! Why, Miss Su has been here? Why are you so familiar with this place? Yang Yiqing asked in surprise.

"This... I also saw it in Tang poetry. At that time, Chang'an was the capital of Tang, and Baqiao was a common place out of the city. Naturally, there were many mentions, such as Li Taibai's Memory of Qin'e

The sound of flute swallows. Qin Lou's dream broke Qin Louyue.

Qin Louyue. Year after year, the mausoleum is hurt.

Leyouyuan Qingqiu Festival.

The ancient road in Xianyang is full of dust.

The sound is dusty. The remnants of the west wind, the mausoleum of the Han family.

Su Wuniang moved her steps gently, put her left hand behind her, raised her right hand, raised her index finger, and shook it little by little. Later, she was infected by the atmosphere of poetry and frowned slightly - this scene is really picturesque in the painting: Su Wu Niang's eyes appeared in the picture in the poem, and in front of the people present showed the painting of a beautiful poem. Face!

"Wonderful, wonderful! In addition, there are King Can of the Eastern Han Dynasty - Nan Dengba Mausoleum Bank, looking back at Chang'an; Han Cong in the Tang Dynasty - there are many departures on the original Ba Mausoleum, and few long dawns; Zhang Xian in the Northern Song Dynasty - no more far away than Ba Ling, and the remnants are messy on the east coast. Li Mengyang hurriedly followed a few words.

The five people looked at each other and said with one voice, "It seems that this place must go!"

"Okay, when will you go? I will accompany you! However, I have to go to a few horse farms today... The four of you have a good rest. Starting from tomorrow, I will give you several adjacent horse farms and let you also do 'Bima Wen'!" Yang Yiqing said.

"Good!" All four of them clap their hands.

"But the ugly words are ahead. If there is blaspianty, military law will deal with it!" Yang Yiqing became serious.

The four people suddenly shuddered.

At dusk, as expected, there were willows on the moon, and Yang Yiqing had not returned to the city. The four of them ate dinner early, so they came together and rushed to Baling together.

On the way, Wang Shouren has been asking Su Wuniang why she is so careful - it must be related to what is happening in modern times - this is Wang Shouren's intuition! But he was afraid of putting the other two people in the clouds, so he gave up for the time being.

When passing through the Ba Bridge, four people dismount and stand on the Ba Bridge, looking at the silvery lakeside under the moonlight, the vast mountains in the distance, thinking of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the dazzling dynasty, those dressed poets...

"I'm afraid you pay attention here not to experience the poet's parting feelings, right? What the hell happened to you here?" Wang Shouren looked at Su Wu Niang and asked. He suddenly felt that this girl was really stupid - she was moved to tears for others and sad for a poem, but she never had her own story to cry.

"It's here... Looking from here, a boat floated leisurely on the lake under the trees, and the boatman couldn't bear to disturb the farewells. Shang Yang stood here and said to Bai Xue, 'Respect and love her constantly.' He held her hand and looked at each other, and everything was in silence..." Su Wu Niang looked at the lake. For a moment, a soft song sounded: "

Confidant and beauty,

The river surrounds the green mountains.

Mo Dao's sun and moon are long,

I just hate to meet each other for a short time.

Spring breeze crosses Guanshan,

The sun and moon are sleepless.

The two places miss each other,

Looking back at sweetness for a lifetime.

A lonely wild goose and sky road,

Thousands of loneliness write about the long sky.

Who is a song of Balingliu,

Like a dream, flowers fly all over the sky.

Su Wuniang sang well for a long time, soft and long, and the beautiful and touching voice still floated over the river, and the four people only heard them drunk. I didn't expect Su Wuniang to have such a beautiful singing voice!

Wang Shouren vaguely felt that this song was very familiar and grabbed his scalp and thought for a while: "Oh, I know! This is an episode of a TV series... "The Great Qin Empire", isn't it?"

Su Wuniang nodded. She seemed to be paying tribute to something. After singing, she said, "Okay, let's go!"

Wang Shouren saw that she didn't say any reason, so he stopped asking - everyone had something more or less unwilling to talk about. Li Mengyang and Gao Daquan were puzzled by such abrupt transformation of Su Wuniang. Li Mengyang just wanted to ask why he was pulled by Wang Shouren.

"Look, that's Baling Mountain! Let's find footless water!" Su Wuniang returned to her usual appearance, which was different from herself just now, but Wang Shouren always felt that she was pretending to be relaxed.

"Yueyue, come out and look for it together!"

"Okay, master!"

When Yueyue appeared, Wang Shouren was so surprised: "Yueyue, why... your whole body is weak with cicada wings?"

Yueyue giggled: "Ha ha, don't worry, the master. He will recover after healing. I'm as light as a swallow now, and I don't have to lose weight!"

Wang Shouren shook his head helplessly - "Women in the world... Oh, it should be said that... females in the world are so stupid!"

Under the moonlight, in front of Baling Mountain, the clouds and fog surrounded, the stream gurgling, and the moon said decisively, "That's it! Then please wait for me all night, and the healing begins in January!"

With that, Yueyue turned back into a piece of jade and lay in the shallow stream. A wisp of moonlight gathered on her body and formed a beam of light, which was very eye-catching in this lonely mountain!

Gao Daquan took a large bundle of hay and picked up some thick branches. Everyone was busy and soon built a simple hut. Li Mengyang and Gao Daquan got in and fell asleep soon - they agreed to replace Wang Shouren and Su Wuniang in the first half of the night before they slept, but they all went down. It's the end of the month, and they don't mean to get up.

Hearing them snoring like thunder, Wang Shouren couldn't bear to disturb them. He looked at Su Wu Niang, who was speechless and worried all night, and said, "Wu Niang, if you feel sleepy, just sleep on my shoulder!"

Su Wuniang shook her head: "How can I borrow your shoulder again and again! I'm not sleepy, really!"

"Are you really not going to tell me what's on your mind?" Wang Shouren asked. He is used to Su Wuniang's personality that she doesn't care about at all. Now she is worried about him inexplicably.

"I thought you didn't want to hear it. I wanted to tell you, because if you didn't even know, I wouldn't be able to tell anyone else!" After saying that, Su Wu Niang gently rubped the corners of her eyes.

Wang Shouren saw the reflection on her face and asked with concern, "Are you... crying?" After saying that, he couldn't help gently holding her in his arms.

Su Wuniang's voice was a little choked. She held back her tears, pointed to the direction of the top of the mountain and said, "My ashes are buried there!"