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The snow rose in Xiao Yan's hand was faintly fragrant, she lowered her head and sniffed gently, raised her head, looked at the Qiannu Cliff opposite, and suddenly a tear flowed down her cheek in her eyes, sighed lightly, and said quietly: " What a good girl is that Chinese girl, waiting for her sweetheart every day, and what kind of good man will her sweetheart be, caring for each other year after year, even if they can't see each other, but they have each other in their hearts, remember each other, think about each other, and the sweet taste is also a kind of happiness. ...... If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight? ...... "Looking at the mushroom stone, the long eyelashes shook slightly, and the tears in the corners of the eyes turned into ice crystals.

"In the story, they think that one day, it will be complete. Alas, who can say clearly,...... Instead of looking at each other for a thousand years, it is better to cry on each other's shoulders for one night,...... I hope so,......" Fan Xiang looked at the girl in front of her, and didn't know what to say for a while, so she couldn't help but sigh, and she felt desolate in her heart.

Xiao Yan had crystal tears in his eyes again, silently, looking at the Qiannu Cliff, and after a while, he suddenly said, "Well, they will!" Silently glanced at Fanxiang, suddenly ran out a few steps, holding a snow rose in his hand, prostrate on the ground, and prayed in a low voice.

The fragrance of the snow-capped mountain roses floats faintly, and the water vapor in the air condenses into white ice crystals, reflecting the morning glow, the crystal light is shining, and it falls, reflecting the back of Xiaoyan's sincere prayer, and the indescribable quiet beauty and silence.

After a long time, when Xiao Yan stood up, he walked back with a smile on his face, and said, "Brother Fanxiang, let's go back." ”

The fat giant snake suddenly stood up behind him, let out a long roar, as if he knew how to speak in Xiao Yan, walked to Xiao Yan's side, stretched out a wing, and lightly touched Xiao Yan's arm, indicating approval. Xiao Yan stroked the back of the giant snake's neck, looked at the Xuanniao on the edge of the cliff and looked into the distance, and smiled at Fanxiang, "Let's give it a name,...... Well, my bird, I call it a black girl, then you snake, let's call it Baizi, okay, Brother Fanxiang. ”

"Well, if you like it,...... Since then, I have called it Baizi. Fan Xiang looked at the looming Qiannu Cliff in the dense fog on the peak, stroked the neck of the giant snake, smiled slightly, and said: "Okay, Baizi, you are also like me, lonely, you will be free in the future, go to the outside world to see." ”

The giant snake shook its head and tail, very excited, and looked up to the sky with a long roar, like a dragon's groan.

The giant snake prostrated in front of Fan Xiang, as if to let Fan Xiang ride. Fan Xiang saw it, knew what it meant, raised his hand and gently patted the giant snake's neck, and said with a smile: "Baizi, you don't have to be so polite, we will be friends in the future, haha." As he spoke, he jumped on the back of the giant snake and said to Xiao Yan, "Let's go." ”

Xiao Yan held the snow rose in his hand, smiled back, gently jumped on the bird's back, patted the bird's neck, and said, "Little black girl, let's go down the mountain, hehe." ”

A snake and a bird accompanied their masters, each with a long roar, and both of them rose into the air and flew straight to the bottom of the mountain.

When they came to the bottom of the mountain, the two got down from the back of the snake and the bird, went to the pear tree to lead the big green horse, got on the bamboo raft, and the fat crow and the bird circled above their heads for several weeks, each with a long roar, and flew to the depths of the mountain to the west.

The sails are full, Fanxiang and Xiaoyan stand on this lonely raft, go west along the water, gradually drift away, in the smoky sky, the clouds and mist are ethereal, the Qiannu Cliff and the Golden Cliff loom behind them, gradually, the two stone cliffs are gradually getting farther and farther away, and finally goodbye .......

The lonely raft travels one hundred and twenty miles to the west, is the mound mountain, the stone walls on both sides of the mountain are carved with various forms of vicissitudes of petroglyphs, or simple, or smart, with simple lines to outline rich meanings. The mountain is full of verdant peach branches and bamboos, rhinoceros, horses, bears, and other wild beasts are hidden in the early morning mountains, and the white birds and red eagles have been flying from the sails from time to time, babbling, flying far away. On both sides of the mountain are the black flowers of the ciche, stretching out the leaves like grass, swaggering in the wind.

A lonely and clear cliff in the depths of nature.

The two of them stood on the bamboo raft, looking at the mighty water in the east and the majestic mound in the west. Ren bamboo raft drifting on the turbulent river, feeling the simple vicissitudes of the rock walls on both sides, as if returning to the ancient years. It is a collection of beautiful scenery in the world, as well as the majestic wonder of ancient cultural and historical relics.

The blue rivers and flowing waters, the magnificent and majestic mountain peaks and cliffs, the endless desolate beauty, and the vivid background layers, each of the secret realms through which you pass through are so breathtaking and vivid.

Fan Xiang looked at the mountains and flowing water, took a wooden leaf flying in the air, put it to his mouth, and blew it gently. The voice of Konoha is clear and leisurely, like the ripples of spring water, there is the obsession of "thinking about you, hating you, hating to return to the time before you rest", reverberating but lingering, melodious, tactful, ethereal and ethereal.

"The two sons took a boat, and the scenery was widespread. The second son took a boat and passed away. May words and thoughts be flawless and harmful?......"

Xiao Yan looked at Rudai Qingshan, who was gradually moving away in the east, gently recited this little poem, turned his head and quietly looked at the side of Fanxiang, listened to the somewhat sad but somewhat desolate voice of the leaves, and said softly: "Brother Fanxiang, you blow so beautifully, it's just that it makes people want to cry." ”

Fan Xiang stopped playing, looked at Xiao Yan, smiled slightly, and said, "Life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten." Thinking that the snake Baizi has been guarding this snow rose for many years, if we hadn't picked it unintentionally, we don't know what would happen to this spiritual life, or if this life is so bound here, there is no freedom. When I play this tune, I think it's a farewell to the past, a farewell to the past, and a run to the future!"

"Well, yes. Xiao Yan nodded, the bright luster in his eyes flashed, looked at Fanxiang, full of anticipation, and muttered, "Say goodbye to the past and run to the future!"

Fan Xiang looked at the secret scenery along the banks of the river, and couldn't help but say: "These scenery are really beautiful!

"Well, it's beautiful, I didn't pay attention to the scenery here before, but now I pass by here again with you, and I find that it is so beautiful, it can be compared to my Gonggu Yishui,...... Do you remember the song I sang to you? I felt a little sweet in my heart, and as I spoke, I sang softly casually: - The son of Jiaojiao, the son of Peach;

Outstanding beauty, on the bank of Yishui;

The son of Yu Li, the wind is dashing;

The sons are gone, and the clouds are few;

If you don't ask it, the beauty won't return it;

On the shore of Yishui, the beauty does not return.

The singing voice is soft and beautiful, tactful and beautiful, and the meaning of the words is not only quaint and subtle, but there is more affection and affection.

Fan Xiang stood beside Xiao Yan, looking at the rapid water beside her, smelling the sweet fragrance on her body, remembering the beautiful scene when the two of them first met on the shore ......of Yishui Lake yesterday, and her heart was warm, and she was stunned for a while.

The breeze was gentle, and the lone raft was full of sails, and gradually entered the Ridge Gorge. It is a low-key and secluded river valley with magnificent colors and dense terraces. The water flows through the area and washes over many years, creating a natural scene that is dazzling, majestic, and feminine. On both sides of the canyon are the river terraces arranged from top to bottom, layer upon layer, rendering the turquoise water, like the waves of the waves; the cliffs of the Danxia landform on both sides are extremely colorful, and the river is like a sharp paper knife cutting the towering mountains, scouring and dissolving the rock formations of different colors, forming a gorgeous and colorful abstract painting landscape of the ancient secret realm, like a ribbon flying at the foot of the mountain slope. The ribbon river that meanders in the river valley, the river water is as green as lacquer, like a blue silk ribbon falling from the sky, turning a thousand times, colliding between the mountains in front of the concave and convex, and then, through the colorful river beach, lingering whispering, revealing the feminine and sensual side of the ridge gorge. The terraced river terraces and the lingering ribbon of rivers are intertwined to form a strange and stunning song unique to the ancient secret realm.

The deepest part of the canyon is about 400 meters, nearly 1,000 meters wide, the two banks are lined up with steep rock walls up and down 90 degrees like a knife and axe, and the undulating Danxia landform is cut wantonly by dense gullies, like a labyrinth, standing on both sides of the river valley, just like a landscape painting outlined by the traditional dyeing method.

The two of them stand on the raft, but see the peaks and rocks are staggered, the rivers are vertical and horizontal, the clear water is long, and the mountains and rivers together form the wonderful landscape of the blue water around the lonely peak, the three bends and nine curves, the rocks are rugged, meandering for forty-five miles, take the bamboo raft to drift with the water, in the light and slow nine-song song, the pole eyes nine songs move the water, feel the mountain carrying the water, the water around the mountain and the soft secret realm, it is breathtaking!

The peaks on both sides of the river are mostly vertical cliffs, on this precipitous cliff, there are many cliff carvings engraved, one of the huge cliffs is inscribed with "ghost cave secret realm, the deceased is like this" eight wild grass characters, and there are many hanging coffins placed between the cliffs.

The two of them took a bamboo raft to drift in the Lingzun Gorge, from nine songs to one song down the river, the whole journey was more than 20 miles, each song has its own natural style, and there are different landscape paintings. Drifting with the speed of the current, sometimes gentle, sometimes fast, swift and slow, the coastal scenery, stretching in front of you, makes people feel comfortable.

The bamboo raft drifted to the cave between the four curves, and the left side of the cliff was halfway to the waist, and there was a mysterious hanging coffin. The hanging coffin on another cliff wall is placed on the cliff cliff tens to hundreds of meters above the water, and is placed at the mouth of a cave that is either naturally formed or dug by great force, and the coffin is supported by wooden stakes underneath. The hanging coffin is shaped like a boat: it is wide in the middle, tapering at the end and at the end, and is fusiform-like.

Standing on the bamboo raft, all the way back to the water, the air is cool, in the meantime, as if swimming in the landscape scroll of Xu Daoning's Qiujiang fishing boat, facing the simple brushwork, steep and hard peaks and green mountains, and the water of the boat is like a silk ink pen, simple and light color. In the meantime, the two of them supported a bamboo raft, like a small fishing boat on the open river under the distant peaks of the mountains.

All the way through the quiet small Tibetan Peak, the blurred Great Tibetan Peak, the charming Jade Girl Peak, the weird giant mound peak, in the drifting ripples, all in sight.

Fan Xiang looked at the hanging coffin on the cliff hanging high on the cliff wall, and was very amazed that the people of the ghost cave tribe could do such a miraculous work.

The further you go, the more different the scenery on the cliffs on both sides of the river becomes.

Behind the cliffs that hung many coffins, the foot of the following peaks near the water was a relatively gentle and wide slope, on which were densely covered with green willow trees, and behind the willows were pastoral slopes, but there was not a single house in sight. Looking at the cliffs, there are ancient cliff dwellings halfway up the waist, which are the cave houses built by the people of the Ghost Cave Tribes on the cliffs, and the residents of the Ghost Cave Tribes have moved their entire town into the caves with a tool. On the cliff of this large mountain, a spectacular scene of dwellings is gathered. This magical and eerie cliff village is the home of the Ghost Cave Mountain People, and although it looks relatively simple, they have a great effect, which can be used to prevent the invasion of wild beasts or wars, and can also be hidden from the outside world.

The peaks on both sides of the river are more than 1,400 meters above sea level, bounded by the middle line of the mountainside, the upper and lower halves look very different, the lower part of the cliff is particularly straight, and the upper part is like an ant's nest, densely carved with caves, each cave has a small wooden platform at the entrance of the cave. All the caves are large enough to accommodate thousands of inhabitants. Looking at the water side of the canyon, there are rows of wooden buildings in the middle of the cliffs, some of which are embedded in the outside of the cliffs, while more living area is hollowed out of the cliffs and built inside. These wooden platforms built on the cliffs are relatively narrow, and can only accommodate up to two members of the Ghost Cave Clan at a time, which is what the Ghost Cave people call the Sky Carriage. The daily travel of the tribesmen is to step on the light clouds and float down, land on the crane frame, and then walk into the cave.

Xiao Yan stood on the bamboo raft, looked forward to the ancient cliff dwelling on the mountain cliff, and said excitedly: "Brother Fanxiang, my house has arrived, you see, the cave dwelling on the mountainside is the village of our ghost cave clan." ”

"Oh, your stockade is built in a strange way, haha. Fan Xiang looked at the magnificent abode on the mountainside and couldn't help but smile.

"Hehe, yes, I like it anyway, high-rise buildings, good air, good views. When she was about to get home, Xiao Yan was very relaxed, and she was smiling and smiling when she spoke.

The lonely raft continued to walk through the ridge canyon for a while, Xiao Yan and Fan Xiang supported the bamboo raft, and traced towards the foot of a dense willow forest, suddenly, at this time, but faintly heard a burst of singing from the slope behind the willow forest at the foot of the mountain, the closer and closer, and the more clearly the song can be heard.

The two were on the raft, but they could hear the song singing:-

Dress me Han, prosper my Hanbang;

Sing my Han Fuxi, sing my business soup;

Hold my halberd and guard my Han Township;

Hundreds of battles are dead, I am Hanlang;

I am a Han Langxi, and I should be a national martyr;

The neck is slaughtered, and the four directions are crossed;

Now I look back and think of my hometown;

Be with the son, and be generous;

Be with the son, don't lose it, don't forget;

The soul returns to the world, and there is no injury!

......

The song sounded gloomy, low, desolate, and tragic, like the righteousness of so many warriors who died together without hesitation.