Suddenly, Ge Weihan burst into fierce laughter.
He laughed louder and louder, and even burst into tears at the end of his laughter, which made us feel numb for a while.
"Uncle Bearded, are you possessed by evil spirits?"
"Principal Ge, please stop laughing. If you are not scared to death by this uninhabited village this late at night, I will be scared to death by you first."
Yin Ling'er and I couldn't stand it, so we couldn't help but speak up to stop it.
At this time, Ge Weihan finally restrained his terrible laughter, and he said with infinite regret: "Your Chinese ancestors have a saying: If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening. This is how I feel now!"
"I didn't expect that all the mysteries in "The Road to Shu" are located on Wawu Mountain."
After speaking, his finger pointed to a sentence in the calligraphy: When will you return from your journey to the west? Afraid of the unreachable rocks.
Now I didn't understand it even more, and I frowned and said, "Isn't there a problem with this sentence? It's exactly the same as "The Road to Shu is Difficult" that I learned when I was studying, without changing a single word."
Ge Weihan smiled and said: "No problem is the biggest problem!"
"You should know very well that I have been obsessed with Sichuan and Sichuan culture all my life and have traveled to almost every corner of Xichuan. When I first saw the song "The Road to Shu is Difficult", I was very surprised that Mount Emei is not in Sichuan and Shu. "To the west, but in the southwest, why did Li Bai say that he was traveling to the west?"
"Now I finally understand that the Shu Road is not about Mount Emei at all. What it describes is Wawu Mountain from beginning to end."
"A good sentence: There is a bird path in the Minjiang River in Xidang, which can cross the tops of tile houses. Earth collapses and mountains destroy Shu soldiers to death, and then the ladders and stone stacks are connected to each other. Isn't this the spectacular sight we saw along the way?"
Yin Ling'er understood at this time, she nodded like a chicken pecking rice, pouted her pink lips and said: "I know, this song "The Road to Shu is Difficult" was originally written about Wawu Mountain, but it was just passed down from generation to generation. It’s changed…”
"No!"
Lao Jiang, who had just been silent for a while, said: "It's not that there is a problem with the spread, but that what is being circulated is not the real "The Difficulties of the Road to Shu" at all. The real "The Difficulties of the Road to Shu" has been hanging here for hundreds of years!
Hearing this, I suddenly realized, and a picture couldn't help but emerge in my mind.
When Li Bai was visiting the land of Sichuan and Sichuan, he accidentally climbed up Wawu Mountain. He saw the towering peaks and the dangerous bird path. He also thought of the beautiful legend of the ancient Shu country, and then wrote an earth-shaking poem "The Road to Shu is Difficult". 》.
But the mountain guard also discovered the intrusion of this uninvited guest.
According to the rules, outsiders cannot take the secrets here out!
Unless you die!
But they were so moved by the soul-stirring song "The Road to Shu is Difficult" that they were reluctant to kill Li Bai, so they hoped that he could keep it a secret and not tell anyone about the Silkworm Tomb in Wawu Mountain.
But Li Bai was a great poet, and he wrote such brilliant sentences. He could endure it for a while, but how could he endure it for the rest of his life?
But he was unwilling to break the oath he had sworn.
So with a wave of his hand, he replaced all the keywords in it. In this way, the burial place of Silkworm Bush was hidden, and such a famous sentence from the ages would not be shelved!
"This Li Bai actually let future generations read hundreds of years of wrong poetry..." I was really dumbfounded for a moment.
But he wasn't the least bit annoyed, but full of appreciation.
Li Bai was not only a famous poet, but also an adventurer who set foot in Kyushu.
How could everyone not respect such a man who spoke half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty?
Just when I was infinitely fascinated, I suddenly asked suspiciously: "But there is another sentence in this article "The Road to Shu is Difficult": rushing waterfalls compete with each other, and cliffs turn into rocks and thousands of valleys are thundered."
"It should be that Li Bai saw an extremely spectacular waterfall! He was extremely shocked."
"But so far, all we have seen is the creek, not any waterfall at all?"
Ge Weihan explained: "Maybe the route we took was different from Li Bai's, so we didn't see that particularly spectacular waterfall. But I remember a friend who also likes adventure said that he once climbed Mount Lu, but he didn't I have seen the poem in Li Bai’s poem: The flying stream falls three thousand feet, and there is only one very small waterfall. I was very disappointed.”
"Poets of the Tang Dynasty seemed to like to use exaggerated techniques to describe landscapes."
I nodded, indicating that Ge Weihan's words made sense.
But what I never expected was that we actually saw that earth-shattering waterfall in Wawu Mountain, and it was thousands of feet away!
It makes me wonder if "Flying Water Head Down Three Thousand Feet" is also written about Wawushan Waterfall?
Of course, this is all for later.
Because this authentic work of Li Bai is too precious, Lao Jiang Yiyi wants to bring it back to Qilin. After all, its value is not inferior to any national treasure, and it may even cause a major earthquake in the archaeological world!
But Ge Weihan and I both raised objections.
Even Yin Ling'er said: Absolutely not.
Lao Jiang was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what we were thinking. Indeed, if this painting "The Difficult Road to Shu" spreads into the society, it may attract countless explorers and tomb robbers to want to visit Wawu Mountain.
This beautiful holy mountain will probably never have peace from now on...
I don’t know how much blood and sin it will be stained with. In that case, every one of us present will be a sinner!
So Lao Jiang could only smile bitterly and hang the calligraphy and painting back to their original places, his eyes full of reluctance. In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, I brought the topic back to the initial discovery.
Why haven't we seen anyone even after so long?
Lao Jiang ordered us to search the entire big house and never let go of any clues!
I found that there was a fire place for cooking and a bedroom for sleeping in the big house, but everything was as usual inside. The bamboo chopsticks used for eating were all there, and there were no signs of any fighting.
But where have they gone?
I don’t know why, but since I entered the house, the feeling in my heart has become stronger.
Lao Jiang also felt this way. He asked me: "Li Jinglan, do you feel that everything here is too clean..."
Lao Jiang's words woke me up, and I finally realized something was wrong. This place was too clean, so clean that it was even a little too clean!
It stands to reason that every mountain guard here tames an elk.
They would come back every day with mud on their feet, and when they were tired they would fall asleep without having time to clean it up.
But there wasn't a single deer hair in the house, and there were no traces of footprints.
Yin Ling'er pouted her lips and said, "What's so strange about this? Who is feeding the deer in the house? They must be feeding it outside."
"You still carry a basket of insects with you." Seeing Yin Ling'er about to speak again, I quickly explained in one breath: "Even if you don't have hair, what about hair? People have hair. No matter men, women, old or young, they will wear it every day. How many hairs you lose during sex is closely related to the metabolism of the human body. "
Yin Ling'er was speechless now. Lao Jiang frowned and added: "This place has obviously been cleaned by experts, and after cleaning, no one came in again..."
