Early the next morning, Song Zheng got up early as usual, and because of his good physical fitness, he seemed to have grown taller, so Song Zheng tied the lightest sand leggings and began to run towards the west mountain. There was more than a pound of things on each leg, and it was really different, Song Zheng ran very hard, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, climbed the west mountainside, and practiced Tai Chi and Xiao Tuo Zhi on the big stone.

On the way back, Song Zheng met the old man Zheng again, the head of the two monsters in Songjiazhuang, who still had words in his mouth and staggered towards the west mountain. When Old Man Zheng passed by, Song Zheng vaguely heard a sentence "Sunrise West Mountain Snake Shadow Photo", and couldn't help but secretly laugh, this sentence is worse than "Three dogs go in and have no water exercise", it doesn't make sense at all, people say "Sunset West Mountain", how can there be a reason for sunrise West Mountain. Song Zheng didn't pay attention to it and slowly ran home.

In the morning, Old Man Song had already ordered the long-term workers to dig out the iron rod and grind the iron embroidery on it. The iron rods are there, but the old man Song didn't think of a few sticks. Old Man Song pondered for a night yesterday, and compared the broom of the kang head for a long time, before he remembered six or seven moves, and he couldn't think of the twenty-four diamond sticks. Old Man Song has been fighting with straight fists, but this stick method has been abandoned for forty years. It's not that the old man has a bad memory, it's not easy for anyone to pick up something from forty years ago. The Confucian thief in his previous life was a standard college student, and if you let him try even a math problem in junior high school, he probably forgot what the chord tangent angle and median line were. Therefore, the old man was extremely annoyed last night, and he didn't listen to Wu's humming and pleading.

Since he didn't think of a few moves, Song Lao didn't dare to take out the iron rod to show off, for fear of destroying his image of being wise and martial. When eating breakfast, Song Zheng saw that the old man was not in good spirits, thinking that he had lost the old man's face yesterday, so he didn't dare to talk much, but just served the old man dinner diligently. Old Man Song saw that his grandson was so sensible, but he couldn't even teach the stick method that he became famous again, so he was even more depressed. After eating, the old man went into the house and continued to ponder the stick with a broom.

Song Zheng said hello to his family, went out, and went straight to Xishan. Because he didn't know what the road conditions were, Song Zheng didn't bring sand leggings and walked on the mountain road easily. Due to the perennial walking, the mountain road is still smooth, and the slightly dangerous places have been chiseled with steps, so it is not difficult to climb. While enjoying the scenery, Song Zheng slowly climbed up, feeling like a tour.

When he was about to reach the top of the ridge, Song Zheng saw the ragged old man Zheng again. He was sitting in the middle of the mountain road, his head bowed, his gray hair blown by the mountain wind, flying in the air in a mess. There were several holes in the robe, revealing black, thin, dry skin.

This old man Zheng climbed the mountain early in the morning, and he has not reached the top of the ridge until now. Seeing Old Man Zheng's appearance, Song Zheng couldn't help but feel compassion, he stepped forward and called softly: "Grandpa Zheng, Grandpa Zheng." Song Zheng shouted several times, and Old Man Zheng raised his head as if he was awakened, looking at Song Zheng with a cloudy look on his face.

Song Zheng said: "Grandpa Zheng, it's windy on the mountain, I'll help you go back." As he spoke, he was going to help Old Man Zheng. Old Man Zheng twisted his shoulders to avoid Song Zheng, then slowly raised his hand, turned around and pointed to the mountain road above, and said in a vague voice: "Mountain...... Maling Lake. ”

Song Zheng saw that Old Man Zheng's thin palm had been worn out, but he still pointed to the West very firmly. Song Zheng couldn't help but sigh and said softly: "Grandpa Zheng, do you want to cross the mountain and go to Maling Lake?" ”

Old man Zheng nodded. Although Song Zheng didn't know why Old Man Zheng wanted to go to Maling Lake, he understood that this was an old man's wish. Okay, I'll be a good person for a while. So, Song Zheng said: "Grandpa Zheng, I'll help you." As he spoke, he vigorously lifted the old man Zheng, slowly turned around, and climbed up. Thanks to Song Zheng's good physical fitness, otherwise, even if Old Man Zheng is only seventy or eighty pounds, Song Zheng still can't stand up.

Old man Zheng didn't say anything grateful, just lowered his head and climbed up hard. There were still a few lines of poems that were not understood in his mouth, and this time Song Zheng heard it clearly, it was: "The twelve lakes in August are bright, the sunrise is shining on the snake shadow of the West Mountain, wearing Yang Shen's arrow to break the tortoise shell, and the three dogs go in without water exercise." ”

Song Zheng ignored these messy poems, and this guy was thinking about another thing: in the later generations, helping the old woman cross the road is a mandatory topic for primary school students' essays, and it is also an important manifestation of seeking progress for young people. The great Zhou Xingxing once said, "It is our responsibility as citizens to eliminate violence and peace, and it is also my own interest to do good deeds and accumulate virtues, so I do it once a week to help the old lady cross the road, and I have to do it three or four times more on Sundays and public holidays." "It's a pity that no one saw the old man Zheng walking on the mountain road this time, and no one wrote a letter of praise to the Song family.

One old and one young climbed with great difficulty, almost stumbling step by step, and it took a great deal of effort to climb to the top of the ridge. The thin Song Xiaogongzi sat on the mountain road panting with Old Man Zheng.

However, Song Zheng didn't have time to lament, because he finally saw the clear and beautiful Maling Lake. It lies quietly in the embrace of the mountains and forests, like a baby with its mother's arms crooked.

At this time, the sun has risen, casting the shadow of the huge Xishan Mountain Range in the lake, like a giant dragon hovering over the side of the lake, and the lake appears brighter. The clear water of the lake reflects the sky, and a few white clouds seem to sink to the bottom of the lake, making the sky even more blue. A few frolicking birds skim the lake from time to time, cutting through the mirror-like surface of the lake, causing ripples. On the other side of the lake, there is also a low hill. And in the extreme distance, a majestic mountain stands there, the peaks hidden in the clouds. Song Zheng knew that it was Wuduo Mountain.

At the moment of the beautiful scenery, Song Zheng couldn't help but be intoxicated, and he didn't even hear the faint babbling of Old Man Zheng.

Just as Song Zheng was enjoying the beautiful scenery, four people came from the south side on horseback, slowly marching along the flat shore of the lake. Song Zheng looked from a distance, and there seemed to be a man in white in front of him, an old man in black, and two people who looked like people following behind. As they walked, the four of them looked at the lake and the western mountains, and slowly walked north along the lake.

After enjoying the beautiful scenery for a while, Song Zheng looked at the mountain road leading to Maling Lake and couldn't help but smile bitterly. It is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, although the mountain road is not steep, but with Song Zheng's small physique, if he supports Old Man Zheng, he is likely to roll down together. Even if he could go down, Song Zheng was not sure that he would be able to help Old Man Zheng climb back again. However, at this time, I can only rest for a while, and when I have regained my strength, I will slowly descend the mountain from the east side and return to the village with Old Man Zheng.

After a while, Song Zheng felt that he had almost recovered, so he said to Old Man Zheng: "Grandpa Zheng, let's go back, I'll help you." As if he hadn't heard it, Old Man Zheng pushed Song Zheng's hand away and sat there insistently, staring blankly at Maling Lake under the mountain. Song Zheng couldn't bear to leave Old Man Zheng here alone, so he could only sit on the ground and continue to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

After about half an hour, the four men came back and stopped at the lake in front of them. Several people dismounted, and the man in white pointed to the highest western hill and said something to the old man in black. The old man in black nodded, and said a few words to the two subordinates, and the two men took off their clothes and jumped into the lake naked.

Song Zheng felt a little strange, the weather had begun to get cooler, not to mention that it was just time now, and the lake was not hot, why did these two people go down to take a bath?

In Song Zheng's doubts, the two people were two zhang away, swam towards the lake, swam about forty or fifty meters, and stuck in the shadow of the lake at the head of the west mountain.

At this time, the old man Zheng beside Song Zheng suddenly let out a sigh. Song Zheng saw that Old Man Zheng was struggling to get up, and was about to rush down the mountain, but he was knocked down by the rugged rocks, and he fell on the mountain road and fainted.

Song Zheng hurriedly stepped forward, turned Zheng Lao over, and stretched his finger under Old Man Zheng's nose while calling Grandpa Zheng. Feeling that Old Man Zheng was breathing, Song Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly dragged Old Man Zheng up and made him lean to a large rock on the side of the road.

The white-clothed man and the black-clothed old man at the foot of the mountain were quite far away from here, and the two of them were staring nervously at the lake, so they didn't notice the situation on Song Zheng's side.

After a while, the two men came up from the lake and said something to the man in white, and soon the four rode away.

What are these people doing? Is there something in the water? Song Zheng was very puzzled.

After a while, Old Man Zheng woke up. Song Zheng noticed that although Old Man Zheng's eyes were cloudy, there was a hint of fine light. Song Zheng shouted softly: "Grandpa Zheng, are you okay?" ”

Old man Zheng looked down the mountain, turned his head and asked, "Who are you?" Not only was his face gloomy, but there was also a bit of majesty in his voice.

Song Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then said happily: "Grandpa Zheng, how are you?" As he spoke, Song Zheng drew two circles above his head with his fingers.

Old Man Zheng still asked expressionlessly, "Who are you?" ”

Song Zheng said: "Grandpa Zheng, my name is Song Zheng, and my grandfather's name is Song Xiang." ”

"Song Xiang?" Old man Zheng paused, thought carefully for a moment, and said, "It turned out to be that little guy." Song Zheng sweated profusely when he heard this, and his grandfather became a little guy when he came to Old Man Zheng.

At this time, Old Man Zheng seemed to be completely awake and said, "I remembered, I just went up the mountain and couldn't climb, you helped me up." ”

Song Zheng nodded and said, "Grandpa Zheng, you are so old, don't climb the mountain, it's too dangerous." ”

Old Man Zheng's face softened a little, nodded, and then asked, "Why did you go up the mountain?" What about the people down the hill just now? ”

Song Zheng said: "I came out to play by myself and wanted to take a look at Maling Lake." Just in time for you. The men rode south. Then, Song Zheng recounted the scene he had just seen.