Liang Qingshan and the other four walked in front, through the valley between the Jingwu Mountains, along the north side of the river all the way to the west, six or seven days between the trip was also smooth, it was safe and sound, counting the mileage should also arrive at the junction of Jingba, and the weather is getting warmer and warmer, the season is getting better and better, and the ride in the mountains is also refreshing.

It was early spring in February, and when you looked around, the whole was a sea of flowers, and it was the best scenery of the year. The spring flowers are in clusters, and the clusters are golden and yellow. The apricot blossoms are red and fragrant on the hillside. The peach blossoms are pink, and the buds are blooming in the wind. The pear blossom is like a white jade bead, shy and budding. The mountains are full of flowers, overflowing with colorful streamers, and they unravel the depressed feelings of a winter of silence in their minds, and tell their long-lost hearts to the endless blue sky and white clouds, and to the awakened earth and mountain peaks. The stamens are fragrant, blooming all over the peaks, competing for beauty, fragrant and fragrant, and the deep love and honey fill the valley, dancing with the spring breeze and jumping with the sun. Under this blue sky, in this warm sunshine, Liang Qingshan and his party of four are also full of spring, full of happiness, and dancing and swinging.

Liang Qingshan's kung fu is the best, so he walked in the forefront, like a messenger who drove away winter and welcomed spring, leading them to open the mountain and unfold a long scroll of spring. The three of them followed, jumped up when the rock blocked the way, and stepped over when the ravine blocked the way, walking, running, jumping and jumping, as if walking on the ground. Although in addition to Meng Jiang, the light skills of the three of them are enough to fly in the sky, but they still have to take care of Meng Jiang, and because they found the old six horses Qinghe and the old eighty thousand green leaves, there is no urgency in time, so their hearts are not on the speed, but bathed in the spring breeze, exposed in the sun, floating in the sea of flowers, indulging in the fragrance of flowers, only feel that the world is vast, are not as vast as here, and life is heroic, it is not as good as this time. However, among thousands of flowers, how can there be clothes that do not get wet?

"Brother Wan, look down quickly!" Meng Jiang suddenly shouted.

Wan Qingye looked down, but saw a thorny safflower branch tied to the corner of his clothes.

"You've picked flowers!" Meng Jiang smiled.

Wan Qingye's face turned red.

"Eighth Senior Brother, with Sister Meng Jiang here, do you still dare to pick flowers?" Zhu Yingtai quipped beside him.

"You have affection for falling flowers, and I have no intention of flowing water. ”

Wan Qingye said with a smile, stretched out his hand and swept it, and the flower branches tied to his clothes fell and flew to the bottom of the mountain, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

At this time, they heard Liang Qingshan in front of them unfold his singing voice and sing a love song that was as mellow as wine and honey:

"The peach is dying, scorching its splendour, and the son is home, and it is suitable for his family. The peach is dying, there is a fern, the son is home, and it is appropriate for his family. The peach is dying, and its leaves are verdant, and the son is home, and it is suitable for his family. ”

When Zhu Yingtai heard this, this was comparing himself to a peach blossom, and he wanted a girl to get married and start a family happily. What to sing?

"Yingtai, hurry up and sing a paragraph, and the phoenix sings with you. As soon as Meng Jiang heard Liang Qingshan sing a love song, he urged Zhu Yingtai to come.

"Sing it. Zhu Yingtai frowned, smiled slyly, and the song floated out of his heart, so he continued Liang Qingshan's singing.

"There are Fusu in the mountains, and there are lotus flowers in the Xi. I don't see the son, but I see madness. There are bridges and pines in the mountains, and there are swimming dragons in the mountains. ”

When Liang Qingshan heard this, he was robbed and teased by Zhu Yingtai again, and he couldn't help but shake his head. Everyone sang in the song, but I didn't meet a beautiful man, but I met a crazy man, I met a bad boy, and I dared to love myself and become a bad boy.

Wan Qingye was infected by their love song duet, touched the scene, and sang loudly:

"There are lesbian cars, Yan Ru Shunhua, Jiang Ao Jiangxiang, Pei Yu Qiongju, Bi Mei Meng Jiang, Xun Mei and Du. There are female peers, Yan Ru Shunying, Jiang Ao Xiang, Pei Yu will be the general, Bi Mei Meng Jiang, Deyin will not forget. ”

Wan Qingye compared Meng Jiang's beautiful face to a blooming hibiscus flower, wearing Qiongju beautiful jade, and praised her for being light, beautiful and elegant, and she will soar and swim like a bird. When Meng Jiang heard this, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, but when he changed his mind, he thought about it, this stupid boy was patronizing and praising his beauty, but he didn't say anything further! What should I do? I had to find a song to stimulate him, so I remembered the song "Clothes".

Meng Jiang then threw away his usual shyness, unfolded his crisp singing voice, and sang softly with that yellow warbler-like singing voice:

"Zihui thinks of me, and I am dabbled in clothes. If the son doesn't think about me, how can there be no one else? The madness of the mad child is also the madness of the child! If you don't think about it, how can there be no other man?

When Wan Qingye heard this, Meng Jiang was not only stimulating himself, but also encouraging himself, no! What can you sing? For a while, I really couldn't think of a poem that was more suitable for this situation, so in my embarrassment, I had to sing the beautiful song of "Tao Yao" aloud.

"The peach is dying, scorching its splendour, and the son is home, and it is suitable for his family. The peach is dying, there is a fern, the son is home, and it is appropriate for his family. The peach is dying, and its leaves are verdant, and the son is home, and it is suitable for his family. ”

When Meng Jiang and Zhu Yingtai heard this, they turned their faces and glanced at Wan Qingye's embarrassed face, and couldn't help laughing. Zhu Yingtai opened his mouth:

"You two big men, can you have some new ideas? Show your heart to our girl, both of you use the same song 'Taoyao'? We don't accept it!"

In fact, Liang Qingshan had already slowed down and stood side by side with Wan Qingye, and when he heard Zhu Yingtai say this, he glanced at Wan Qingye.

"Grass!" the two said in unison. So the two sang together:

"There are vines and grass in the wild, and there is no dew. There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful. Encounters and encounters are suitable for my wishes. ”

"There are vines and grass in the wild, and there is no dew. There is a beautiful person, as graceful as Qingyang. Encounter and encounter, and hide with the son. ”

"It's over, it's over, these two men are like this today, they are poor in donkey skills, they can only sing the same song, and they are hopeless. Zhu Yingtai said.

The two girls shook their heads again, but their hearts were sweet and beautiful, like the spring flowers on the mountain enjoying the warmth of the spring breeze and rain, comfortable and happy.

Because they walked and appreciated, and appreciated and sang, they didn't feel that time flew by, and half a day passed in the blink of an eye, and then they came to the foot of a beautiful mountain called Danqing Mountain in front of them.

The whole mountain peak is covered with grass and trees, and you can only see the rocks that protrude out of the ochre and ochre red, and the earthy red pits and piles exposed by quarrying in some places, and now step on the foot, only to find that not only the mountain stone is red, the soil is also red, and with the red flowers all over the mountain, it is more refreshing and pleasant.

"Senior Sister Yingtai," Liang Qingshan called out to Zhu Yingtai, walked over quickly, and stood beside her.

"What do you think this looks like?" he asked her softly.

"Like what?" she asked rhetorically.

"Elephant Cave House, our future Newlywed Cave House!" he whispered in her ear.

"You're all dead!" she cried out, punching him, and he sprinted forward, and she chased after her, and in a moment the figure disappeared into the sea of flowers.

"Ouch!"

Meng Jiang exclaimed. I just watched Liang Qingshan and Zhu Yingtai fight, and as soon as he stepped on the air, his body fell to the mountain stream on the left. Wan Qingye, who was walking behind her, hurriedly jumped forward, and Meng Jiang fell into his arms, a different kind of daughter incense, instantly overflowing Wan Qingye's chest.

"Jiang'er!" Wan Qingye hugged her and retreated to the peach blossom in the back, calling her softly.

Meng Jiang couldn't help but tremble when he heard Wan Qingye's soft shout, it was the first time he called her so affectionately in such an affectionate tone.

"Brother Wan. She responded sweetly.

"You are so beautiful today! Your face is like Shunhua, and your face is like a peach. ”

Meng Jiang listened, his face was slightly red, and under the cover of peach blossoms, he looked particularly delicate. Wan Qingye couldn't help but bend her head and gently kiss her peachy red lips. Meng Jiang hooked Wan Qingye's neck with both hands, closed his eyes, and kissed Wan Qingye affectionately. The two were drunk and infatuated, enjoying the most beautiful spring glory.

Wan Qingye hugged Meng Jiang tightly, and the first kiss between the two of them didn't know how long it took to be glued.

"You're making people hurt. Meng Jiang said.

Wan Qingye let go of his hands and let out a "hehe" laugh.

"The madness of a mad boy!

Meng Jiang gently hummed the last sentence of the song just now, and added another sentence to himself.

"Eighth Senior Brother——! you--we-hurry-——!"

At this moment, Liang Qingshan's long howl came from the front.

"Let's walk on the tree, I'll take you Ling Hua to take a slight step, otherwise they will be in a hurry. ”

Wan Qingye said, stretched out his hand to Meng Jiang, hugged Meng Jiang's small waist, the two jumped easily, jumped on the branch, stretched out their arms lightly, stepped on the treetops, changed their legs, Ling Hua walked slightly, and galloped in the sea of flowers on the top of the forest, like a golden bee wearing flowers, butterflies dancing, and they caught up after a while. Liang Qingshan also wanted to learn from Wan Qingye's appearance, but Zhu Yingtai blushed and glanced at him, just stretched out his slender jade hand, and the two of them clasped one hand, stretched out their arms lightly, held hands, and flew in the air. Wan Qingye asked Liang Qingshan and them to walk in front and lead the way for themselves. Two pairs of young men and women who were pregnant with spring held hands in this way, galloped quickly, and after a while, they crossed the Danqing Mountain and came to the bottom of another mountain.

But before the meeting, this mountain peak, the mountains are stacked with forests, and there are many visions. Because they saw not just a mountain, but a mountain of pillars. The entire mountain pillar is covered with countless mountain pillars. Each mountain pillar is three or four zhang thin, seven or eight zhang thick, more than ten zhang high and twenty or thirty zhang high. The top of the column is covered with green pines and cypresses and green fern vines. The surrounding pillars are as steep as knives, and the bare rocks are either blue or ochre, or white or yellow, or covered with green fern vines, and it is even more difficult for ordinary people to climb than to climb the sky.

"What kind of mountain is this?" Meng Jiang asked. The four of them were stunned by the unusual sight in front of them, they had never seen a mountain like this before.

The mountain, covered with pines, cypresses, and other green vegetation, was densely packed with so many stone pillars, which were stacked on top of each other in front of them. It doesn't feel like a peak, but like a maze of peaks composed of mountain pillars.

"Look over there, it looks like there's a road marker. Zhu Yingtai shouted.

After walking a distance of nearly 100 zhang, I finally saw a road monument in front of the first mountain pillar.

The road monument is not big, just a three-foot-high piece of bluestone, standing under the pine tree in front of the first peak pillar, and you can't really notice it if you don't look carefully at it from a distance. Two lines of purple characters were vertically engraved on the stele: "The emperor is a lost peak, and idlers are not allowed to enter." ”