Yan all over the world

Chapter 69
Can't help but praise: "You are very prudent, no wonder you dare to walk the road alone."

She looked at me with a smile: "Just now you have been standing in the corner, did you want to help me? Fang Qi thanked you for this."

This is a common name, and I quickly returned the salute: "I am Liu Huaisu, I dare not ask my sister's name, but Qi Luo Zhi Qi?"

She raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "It was originally the word. Daddy said that a woman should be named Fragrant, and dare not abandon the style of the boudoir, but I don't like it. I changed the ruggedness on my own initiative. The word Yishuang, the road in the world is so rough , so that our generation stumbles and walks, but looks at the smoke and clouds in Penglai, smiles at the world of mortals and laughs at the idiot, Fang Yishuang lives in the world, and he is never willing to embroider and paint red in the boudoir until he grows old. , to live up to this life!"

I quietly watched her with a sonorous tone and eyes full of spirits, and the flying air between her eyebrows was rushing like the wind, rushing towards her face fiercely, and I couldn't help being upset for a moment, she is really a strange woman!Because of the humbleness of this polite and strict woman, she walked out of the boudoir alone and made it her lifelong ambition to travel the world. The struggle and efforts during this period must not be easily measured in words.

Thinking of her shrewd and sharp vigor just now, she couldn't help but smile.

She also smiled at me, as if she also had a good impression of me. When the two of them looked at each other, they felt as happy as a spring breeze, and the smile became more and more happy. The smile bloomed like a flower in the dark room, and the cool evening breeze never closed. The door pierced through, bringing in a refreshing air flow, and even the candle on the table flickered a few times, making it even brighter.

The next day when we were on the road, there were more people in the team. Fang Qi's smile was shining in the long wind and green grass, and his slender fingers pointed to the west with firmness: "The king of Ximu led the seven elites to drive the red horse and steal the horse. ﹑Baiyi﹑Yulun﹑Shanzi﹑Quhuang﹑Huaji﹑Green-eared horses, driven by Zaofu and Boyao as the guide, from the beginning of Zong Zhou, across Zhangshui, passing Hezong, Yangyu Mountain, and Qunyu Mountain From the west to the country of the Queen Mother of the West, feasting and drinking with the Queen Mother, surrounded by fairy clouds and flying phoenixes, walking around the world talking and laughing in the world, what a beautiful legend it is!"

She looked at me and smiled, her smile was bright and clean, like the newly condensed dew among the flowers in the morning: "This peerless sacred mountain, the 'ancestor of ten thousand mountains' and 'ancestor of dragon veins', is a place that all travelers yearn for. How can you miss it? , how could I miss it?"

I hesitated, not wanting her to join our dangerous itinerary rashly, but I couldn't tell her clearly that we were not ordinary travelers. When I cast my eyes on Mu Xin, I saw him smile faintly: "Then let's go together."

Fang Qi smiled at Mu Xin. I looked at her eyes that were brighter than ordinary people, and I understood that the woman is also a smart person. She must have her own plans. I also like her bright and straightforward personality, so I accepted it with ease. As for Jin Xie ... Leave him alone, his only concern is that three drops of wine a day will be enough.

The farther west you go, the more difficult the journey will be. Naturally, Mu Xin and I don't care about it. Near evil is always protected by the precious tonic I swept away from the palace. With a good physical foundation, there is no major problem. The most rare It was Fang Qi, who obviously seemed to be a weak woman, but she was so tenacious and resolute that many men were not as good as her. The long journey, whether it was the scorching sun or the wind cutting her face, whether the road was rough or the trek was difficult, she never called out. A cry of bitterness.

It was always like that, with a bright smile just right, without showing a trace of embarrassment or fatigue. In the end, even Jin Xie, who didn't care about everything, looked at her with a little more admiration.

Even when he was staying at the top, Fang Qi still tried his best to take care of the injured Jinxie, and never showed his suffering to others. Naturally, Jinxie refused, but gradually he would take the water handed by her when he was on the way to the top. bag.

I stood quietly on the side, looking at Fang Qi's bright and bright and firm eyebrows that were distinctive, and suddenly felt a little familiar. I always felt that I had seen such an expression before, calm and vaguely eager, but the eagerness was It is also hidden in the shell of a jade-like demeanor, as distant and cold as glass.

Until one day I saw Jin Xie sitting on a horse, facing the endless rays of the northwest sun, silently lost in thought, his whole body was as cold as jade, tall as a pine tree, and his silver hair was dyed pale and pale by the gorgeous red. His face and lips also had a slight color of blood. He looked down at the vast Gobi, and his familiar expression of high and far away made me suddenly.

I think, it seems that these are two very different people, but they are also so similar.

Today I arrived at Xiningwei, a place that must be passed between east and west, commonly known as the "South Silk Road" and "Tangshan Ancient Road", an important town in the northwest. The residents are mainly Hui and Tibetan. Compared with the prosperity and magnificence, it can also be regarded as the gathering of business travelers and the prosperity of trade, which is quite prosperous.

As soon as I entered the city, I settled down near Xiefangqi, and I dragged Mu Xin straight to Dongguan Street. I dragged Mu Xin by the hand, and my pace was eager, almost trotting all the way, which attracted the attention of passers-by, but I didn't turn my eyes. Without stopping, he rushed forward until he stood in front of the towering and continuous jade gate tower that was integrated with the pagoda hall. Looking up at the big characters of "Dongguan Mosque" written in forceful strokes, his turbulent mood suddenly Quiet, like a wanderer who is timid when he is close to his hometown, and he is so dazed for a while that he can't speak for a long time.

After a long while, I forced a smile, raised my head, melted away the tears in my eyes, and turned my head to look at Mu Xin. The wind flipped his white robes, and the sleeves rolled in. He looked tall and thin, and I suddenly felt sorry for him as sad as I was.

After a long time, Mu Xin slowly bowed to the plaque.

My heart was sad, and the tears I had barely stopped were about to burst again, so I quickly turned my head and bowed deeply.

This plaque was written by my uncle himself. This temple was built by my uncle at the request of the Hui people in Xining Prefecture, and jointly with the chieftain of Xining to rule the country.

Xining is the place where my uncle originally enfeoffed his fiefdom, and the title "Xipinghou" comes from this. In the 12th year of Hongwu, my uncle was granted the title for his meritorious service in founding the country, and he was stationed in Xining, guarding both Gansu and Qinghai. My uncle has always attached great importance to people's livelihood and public opinion. During the period of stationing, he took care of the Hui people a lot, and the Dongguan Mosque is the ironclad proof of his uncle's love for the people.

Today, this mosque is already one of the most famous mosques in Northwest China. It is even well-known in China for its outstanding scriptures, vast buildings, and grand scale. Every worship and three major religious festivals, tens of thousands of Muslims gather here to hold grand gatherings. This majestic and famous temple was built at the request of the people, and its shining plaque is just like the uncle's outstanding achievements and infinite virtues. It is destined to be famous in the annals of history and shine through the ages.

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