Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng stood on the edge of the cliff for a long time, and they were a little depressed for a while.

If it weren't for the blood stains left on the edge of the cliff, Mu Qianmei would even hope that everything that happened just now was a dream, or it was all her own hallucination.

However, what happened happened happened, there were tens of thousands of corpses under the cliff, and the five people who had just climbed up from the cliff were all wiped out in the blink of an eye.

What is this turmoil?

In fact, if it weren't for Dongfang Yunfei being blinded by hatred and going to slaughter Qin Siyong's clansmen, there would be no latter series of things, his actions not only buried the thousand-year-old inheritance of the Dongfang family, but also caused many people in Yunyu Country and the rivers and lakes to lose their lives because of this.

In this battle, there was no winner, Qin Siyong's clan was slaughtered, and the Eastern Family and the Qinling faction disappeared forever from the Yugu Continent.

Many innocent people lost their lives.

Mu Qianmei was the last thing to see such a thing happen, a personal grudge that caused so many innocent people to be involved and lose their lives.

This incident made Mu Qianmei understand a truth, that is, even if she has unified the Yugu Continent, there are still many things that are not under her control, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there will be battles in rivers and lakes, and it will never stop.

No matter how strong an individual's ability and influence are, it is impossible to stop the fight between people, just like Mu Qianmei's current identity, whether it is in the country or in the rivers and lakes, it is the supreme existence, but Hua Qianrou still threw herself into this battle of revenge for love, and Dongfang Yunfei still resolutely chose to slaughter Qin Siyong's clansmen in order to take revenge.

In the future, in the land of the Ugu Continent, there will definitely be such things happening every day, but the scale may not be so large, and the casualties will not be so heavy.

However, vendettas are always everywhere.

The grievances of the rivers and lakes will never stop, if people get along in harmony, where will there be rivers and lakes?

When Mu Qianmei was looking at the cliff alone with a lot of thoughts, Liu Tingfeng had turned his attention to the smooth and steep stone wall behind him.

Liu Tingfeng looked at the stone wall in front of him, and he was also silently pondering and calculating, with his own light skills, can he climb this higher mountain?

The place where they are now is already more than 8,000 meters away, and it will be a little difficult to breathe normally, which will also affect their light work, not to mention, the stone wall in front of them is more than 1,000 meters high, and at a glance in the middle, there is no place to borrow strength, and it can be seen that the material of the stone is also very hard.

A stone that can remain intact in such a high place, after being exposed to wind, rain and sun for many years, is naturally not an ordinary stone, and it is impossible to insert a long sword into it.

However, if there is no place in the middle that can be leveraged, how can it be possible to leap forward?

Liu Tingfeng looked at the stone wall in front of him and frowned, at a loss, muttering to himself while suffering bitterly

Pondered.

For some reason, he always wanted to go to the top of the mountain to see what kind of scenery it was on the other side of the mountain.

When Mu Qianmei came back to her senses, she turned her head and saw Liu Tingfeng looking at the stone wall in front of her in a daze, and she knew what he was thinking.

So she retracted her thoughts, stepped forward, stopped beside Liu Tingfeng, and looked at the stone wall together, but instead of thinking about how to climb up, she looked at the messy poems and messages on the stone wall.

Some of these words are clear, some are vague, some are complete, and some are incomplete, she just browsed them so casually, and suddenly, she actually saw a familiar name Qin Changfeng on it.

Because the handwriting he engraved is relatively deep, it can still be seen clearly after thousands of years, and because the height of his engraving is relatively high, it has not been covered or destroyed by the messages of later generations, but it is a little far away, and Mu Qianmei has not been able to see the specific content of the poem, so he said to Liu Tingfeng, who was still in a daze:

"Tingfeng, I saw a familiar name on the stone wall, which is Qin Changfeng, Qin Siyong's ancestor."

When Liu Tingfeng heard this, he immediately retracted his thoughts and asked:

"Oh? Where is it? What is it written? ”

Mu Qianmei replied:

"He wrote relatively high, and it was very old, and he couldn't see it very clearly, just the three words of Qin Changfeng, the carving was deeper, and the position was relatively low, so I saw the name clearly. Let's go and see, maybe there are any clues? ”

So, the two of them immediately walked to the bottom of the stone wall, and walked to the bottom of the position where Qin Changfeng's three words were.

When I looked at it from a distance, I felt that the location of the poems left by Qin Changfeng was a bit high, and the words were not very big, but when I got closer, I found that the lowest position was about three zhang from the ground, and the highest was about ten zhang high, and the position occupied by each word was also two or three feet, which was a very big word.

The font belongs to the more free and easy to recognize the line of grass, only to see the right side of the head dragon flying phoenix dance written three big characters "difficult to walk".

As soon as she saw these three big words, Mu Qianmei said in surprise:

"I can also do this poem, I can memorize it without looking at it."

Liu Tingfeng was deeply surprised and said:

"Coincidentally, does that mean you're from the same place? It just so happens that some words are a little blurry for a long time, so you can recite them and look at them to see if they are right. ”

In order to prove that she really knew how to memorize, Mu Qianmei turned around and recited:

"The golden bottle of sake is ten thousand, and the jade plate is ten thousand dollars.

I couldn't eat when I stopped throwing my cup, and I was at a loss when I drew my sword and looked around.

If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice congestion river, you will climb the snow-filled mountains of Taihang.

Idle fishing on the blue river, suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun.

It's hard to walk! It's hard to walk! Many divergent roads, where are you now?

There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea. ”

After reciting, Mu Qianmei continued:

"Not only can I memorize, but I also know that the original author's name is Li Bai, a generation of poets, I know many of his poems, just take the poem "Difficult to Walk" as an example, I know that this is just one of them, Li Bai wrote a total of three poems on the difficult road, and I will also write the last two, I will recite it to you."

Immediately, Mu Qianmei recited the last two poems, and Liu Tingfeng was extremely shocked when he heard it, and he said in surprise:

"It seems that Senior Sister is really in the same place as Qin Changfeng, but I don't know what place it is."

Mu Qianmei said with a little excitement:

"I seem to have remembered some things, but unfortunately I can't grasp them, such as Tang poems, Song Ci, Yuan Qu or something, and what poets and immortals, poetry saints, but I can't think clearly, and then I have a headache, it's really uncomfortable, I know, these are some common sense that is very normal in my hometown, but I can't remember what it's called."

Liu Tingfeng had a headache when he heard that she wanted to think about it more, and immediately said distressedly:

"Since Senior Sister feels a headache, don't think about it yet, I found out that Qin Changfeng's name comes from this poem, can Senior Sister explain to me what this poem means?"

In fact, this poem is not difficult to understand, although Liu Tingfeng does not understand some details, but he still understands the general meaning, he just wants to divert Mu Qianmei's attention, so he deliberately asked like this.

Mu Qianmei immediately explained to him in detail word by word, just like when she taught him to read and write and teach chess skills on the mountain.

Liu Tingfeng enjoyed this kind of time very much, because at this moment, the whole world seemed to be the only two of them, and it was one thing to understand it in general, after listening to her word-by-word explanation, the understanding would be more profound, and naturally I felt that the heroic spirit of not being afraid of hardships and dangers and facing difficulties was deeply moved.

So, Liu Tingfeng said with feeling:

"Is this Li Bai really a great poet? Writing such verses, we will have a feeling of excitement when we read it, especially the two sentences of 'the long wind and waves will be sometimes, and the clouds and sails will be in the sea', imagine that the spirit of hanging the cloud sails and riding the wind and waves is not exactly the spirit that we who practice martial arts should also have? ”

Mu Qianmei smiled and said:

"Yes, this kind of spirit of never flinching in the face of difficulties, in fact, when doing anything, it is needed, we who practice martial arts are like this, in fact, those who read, do business, and do officials, even those ordinary people who farm the land, should have this spirit of facing difficulties, otherwise, they will not be able to do anything well."

Although Liu Tingfeng didn't know much about calligraphy, looking at the words on the stone wall, he couldn't help but sigh:

"This Qin Changfeng's handwriting is also very good! I think it seems to be even better than my eldest brother's words, the same font, this Qin Changfeng writes more freely and atmospherically, which can really give people a feeling of flowing water, smooth and natural and heroic. ”

Mu Qianmei looked at the font on the stone wall, thought about Zhuang Shujun's words, nodded and replied:

"Yes, his handwriting is slightly better, if it is from the calligraphy technique, the two people are actually about the same, however, Qin Changfeng's words are more majestic, which is probably also determined by the personal pattern, Brother Zhuang's vision is limited to this piece of Yugu Continent, and if Qin Siyong is from another world, then his vision will naturally be much larger."

"What's more, his martial arts have reached the highest level in the world, and he probably wants to go further and stand taller, which is why he came here and carved this commemorative poem on the stone wall."