The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 91 [091] Where is the Wuji Cliff Qinggeng Peak in the Great Barren Mountain?

Qi Jiguang couldn't wait to ask:
"May I ask Mr. Jia, where is the Wuji Cliff Qinggeng Peak in the Great Barren Mountain?"

Jia Qiang smiled lightly and said:

"This Great Barren Mountain is actually the Pan Mountain in the eastern suburbs of Shenjing City. The Great Barren Mountain is an alias for Pan Mountain, but few people know this alias."

In fact, Jia Qiang is not talking nonsense.

There is "Pangu Temple" in Panshan, which is said to be the "Dahuangshan" where Pangu created the world;
There is also a "Nuwa Temple" in Panshan, which is said to be the place where Nuwa smelted five-color stones to "mend the sky".

There is a famous "rocking stone" in the mountain, which is said to be the one left by Nuwa after mending the sky.

Jia Qiang told this lie casually, without any pressure in her heart. The deep valley of the winding mountain stretches for several miles, the terrain is complex, and the vegetation is dense, covering the rocky walls of the mountain.

Even if Qi Jiguang sent someone to look for it, but in the end they couldn't find the stone wall engraved with the overlord's marksmanship, it is reasonable, and it cannot mean that Jia Qiang lied.

Qi Jiguang was overjoyed after hearing this, clasped his fists and said:
"Thank you, Mr. Jia. I will send people to Panshan Mountain tomorrow to find the overlord's marksmanship. Just now I have seen Mr. Jia's astonishing talent in poetry and prose. I also like to dance, write, and write poems. In order to express my gratitude, today, I Let's play with an axe, write a poem, and give it to Mr. Jia, I wonder if Mr. Jia is willing to accept it?"

Jia Qiang clasped her fists and said with a smile:

"General Qi is too famous. I have heard that General Qi is both civil and military. He not only uses soldiers like a god, but also has a brilliant literary talent. Your sentence 'I don't want to be a Marquis, but I hope Haibo's peace' has become a well-known sentence through the ages. If General Qi It is my honor to write a poem for me!"

Qi Jiguang smiled heartily and said:

"Okay, then I'll borrow Mr. Jia's pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Jia Qiang nodded slightly and said with a smile:
"Okay, then please General Qi to follow me back to the house."

Mr. Huang, Mr. Zhang, Lou Nan and Jia Zhen, together with Qi Jiguang, followed Jia Qiang back to Luxue Nunnery.

Jia Qiang instructs Qingwen to develop paper and ink for Qi Jiguang.

Qi Jiguang thought for a moment, splashed ink, and wrote a five-character long poem:
"Treading spring is pregnant
Youchun was met by an old man on the road, and he walked up the shady slope.

The satchel is wet on the shoulders, humming less beeping.

The cold wind poured down the rain curtain, and it turned drowsy at noon.

There is no shelter for the long road, and Xiaoxiao is old.

When I asked where I was going, I dreamed of entering Huangliang.

Carved to the place where the vehicle is broken, the invitation to think is more than the fog.

It is hard to thank you for your sincerity, and you go down the cliff back and forth.

The dragon is hidden in the hanging stack, and the cloud body is handsome and its tail is drawn.

The fans are rolling, and the mirror of Kun is inverted.

Suddenly, the spirit falls from the sky, and the fairy trail is vague.

Qiongxiang can't be found, Xu is the garden of Yishen.

The black bird shoots frequently, but it is very quiet.

Fluttering and swaying, how can the goddess show her face.

Hidden to avoid the world, leisurely between the traces.

Going out of the mountain to find a scenic spot, the green valley is full of new ones.

Lingling Qingxi is far away, and the eyes are surrounded by bamboo forests.

The clouds and smoke are floating and unreal, and the grandeur is slow.

Five or six divisions walked in the morning and wandered around Taiwaju.

Sigh and collapse, people will not return when they go.

The elders push the door and enter, and they are embarrassed because the house is missing.

There are no new swallows in the old nest, and the adopted son abandons the old eaves.

The system of father and son and son and grandchildren is difficult to support and move from generation to generation.

Wipe the dust and sit down, and put a cup of ashamed tea to cool.

In the pit in front of the pot, light a candle and enter the back room.

The smell of cooking smoke and firewood, unloading the note rings the grain urn.

Outside the porch of Caisu, holding a spoon was born late.

Huanbo's furnace rolls inside, resisting the calamity of the golden bird.

At the beginning of the two years, the guests were greeted, and the sound of the sword was persuaded.

Sitting opposite each other by the stove, the mad drug must be poured into a cup.

Falling in vain to enjoy things, but worrying about them will fly away when you feel sleepy.

Lin Gong has a lover, and the mountains and rivers are peaceful.

It is natural to have few desires to get the best food.

Couplets can be made by yourself, and the Qing Dynasty will be completed in both ages.

The same is true of recent ancestors, indifferent and indisputable.

How can it be dirty to hang a crown on the top man in front of the imperial court?

If you leave Fuxiang early, why not give up your official career.

Xiaosheng should drink, and sprinkle Li Kunyu three times.

The old wine is safe and respectful, and the green gas is also mere.

From the gift of fishing hooks, ten years of bamboo and flower brewing.

There is a new atmosphere everywhere, the clouds open and the sun sets. "

"Good, great poem!" Mr. Zhang took the lead in praising:
"General Qi is the most capable fighter among our Ming generals, and he is also the best poet.

Qi Jiguang smiled modestly:
"Mr. Zhang praised me. I just lost to Mr. Jia in the martial arts competition. If you call me the most capable general in Ming Dynasty, then I really feel ashamed!"

Huang Lao smiled and said:
"General Qi, you don't have to be too modest. Even if you are not the best fighter, your martial arts can still be ranked among the top three among all the generals in Ming Dynasty."

Qi Jiguang clasped his fists and saluted:

"Thank you Huang Lao for your praise and love. Let me say something crazy about Meng Lang. Although I dare not say that I can rank in the top three, I should be able to rank in the top five."

Lou Nan smiled and complimented:
"But General Qi's poetry level is absolutely invincible among all our generals!"

Qi Jiguang looked at Jia Qiang, smiled and asked:
"Young Master Jia, this is my clumsy work, please accept it with a smile, Young Master Jia."

Jia Qiang smiled and said:

"General Qi's poem is full of literary talent. It is a rare and excellent work. I will definitely treasure it. To express my gratitude, I will write a poem and give it back to General Qi. How about it?"

Qi Jiguang smiled and said:

"Great, Mr. Jia is a master of both poetry and calligraphy. It would be my honor if I am lucky enough to get Mr. Jia's calligraphy."

Jia Qiang smiled, spread out a piece of snow wave paper, splashed ink with a pen, and a five-character long verse appeared vividly on the paper:

"Flying Fairy Cave Song

Fame through the ages has nothing to do with it.

He died unjustly during the fight, and he was hungry and tired when he returned to his teacher.

The general heard the words, don't carry a knife with a talisman.

Once Feixian is gone, his deeds will teach you.

Floating still in the ground, I know that I must be in prison.

It's hard to try one's hand every year, so you can make a living in Tao.

There are hundreds of statues in half a temple, and ten thousand paths are the most suitable for peaches.

Misty rain is worthy of pity, and the ladder stone is worth the sky.

There are drunk hanging steps, but there is no wine to startle the robes.

The memory is still undecided, where did Renqi escape.

There is cold pool water in the front, and the wind howls in the back.

There are few people who are deaf and deaf, and they are already noisy when they get here.

Suddenly eye-opening, a moment of pride.

In a sentence, there is a song about the bridge hole, so why bother to write about Lisao.

Gods and ghosts are talking and laughing, so how can they be compared to sitting Gao?
This is what happens when people in the world seek to be chic. "

When Jia Qiang finished writing the last word with a silver hook, Huang Lao clapped his hands and laughed loudly:

"This poem is full of literary talent, amazing talent, and even compared with Li Bai and Du Fu, it is not far behind, and it is not inferior!"

Elder Zhang also sighed:
"Qiang'er is capable of both civil and martial arts, she can be called the No.1 among my younger generation!"

Qi Jiguang also praised:
"Mr. Jia's poem is not as long as mine, but its literary talent is superior to mine. I was really out of line just now. Please, Mr. Jia, don't make fun of me."

Jia Qiang smiled lightly and said:

"General Qi is too modest, and your poems are also quite good. Our poems have their own merits, and we are no different."

Qi Jiguang clasped his fists and said with a smile:
"Thank you Mr. Jia for giving me such a good poem. I will treasure it carefully and treat Mr. Jia's calligraphy as a family heirloom of our Qi family and pass it down from generation to generation.

In fact, Mr. Jia told me the whereabouts of Overlord's Marksmanship, which is already the best gift! "

At the same time, on a street in Yinchuan City, Shaanxi Province.

Li Zicheng was parading through the streets by two guards in chains and shackles.

After listening to several poems recited by Li Zicheng and feeling the heroic spirit in him, Liu Xianglian pulled Bao Yong and Wang Lang to a secluded corner, and said softly:

"The two deputy chief escorts, I want to rescue this Li Zicheng, what is your intention?"

(End of this chapter)