Li Da gave Li Xian a look, and Li Xian said, "The envoy asked you to stand up and speak." ”

The crowd knelt still. Sun Heng walked out, holding a piece of white silk in his hand, and walked towards Li Da and knelt down to present it. Li Da glanced at Chen Lu, Chen Lu immediately nodded, the Mongols and the people of the Western Regions respected white.

Xizi walked over and took the white silk and took a look, and there were dense characters written on it, two kinds of Chinese characters and Western Regions characters.

Sun Heng said: "Lord Angel, the Celestial Empire has been a teacher of benevolence and righteousness since ancient times, and we, the villagers, are thousands of miles away, and we can also bathe in the holy grace and be transformed by the king." The villagers here worship the saint, and now all the people send the emperor to the emperor, and it is the mission sent by the saint to keep us alive. Hooray, hooray, hooray!"

The villagers also shouted together.

Li Da's eyes shone brightly, people's hearts are flesh and blood, sincerity for sincerity, after returning to Beijing, it is better to present this to the emperor than anything else, he knows the emperor too well. Of course, this is all the credit of Chen Zicheng, and when he returns to Beijing, he will definitely play the Ming Sheng, and give Zicheng an official and a knight.

Thinking of this, Li Da asked Xizi to help Sun Heng up, and said happily: "This envoy accepted it on behalf of the saint." The villagers, both at home and abroad, are loyal people of the Celestial Empire. If you are in trouble, the court will not sit idly by. The court has nothing to ask for from you, but hopes that you will be content with your own business, diligent in your crops, and live a prosperous life. ”

At this time, Hasan shouted: "The time has come, pull out!"

The earth-shattering three horns shook the earth as if it were trembling, and the villagers all stood up and stood on both sides. Sun Heng waved his hand, a few people came over holding wine jugs and wine cups, and the three envoys picked up the wine, bowed to the southeast, spilled the wine on the ground, returned the wine utensils, got on the car, got on the horse, and went west majestically and vigorously.

Li Da opened the curtain and beckoned to the people, Chen Lu saw that his face was flushed with excitement, and his heart was also very happy. Chen Lu also had a sense of pride, very happy, shouted "Drive", and the big green horse snorted and ran forward.

The mission walked more than sixty miles, and it was still the same as after the rainstorm, but it felt getting hotter and hotter, and both Luhatu and Long Gang said that they were about to reach the Flaming Mountain.

Li Da originally thought that the flames of the mountain were all myths and legends, but he learned that these legends were all true. Of course, this refers to some place names.

The last time Chen Lu went to the city, he had only heard of the Flame Mountain. He wondered if anyone would write a book about their journey to the west in the future and pass it on to future generations. How nice that would be! Then my old man will also be a name in history, a big celebrity.

At the end of the day, everyone felt the unbearably hot and there were fewer pedestrians here. Chen Lu looked into the distance, and under the sun, he saw raging fires, flames soaring into the air, black smoke billowing, and birds and beasts disappearing.

He thought, this should be the place where those fire ghosts live, it is really a place where water and fire raise a ghost. The blind ghost king Xie 13 was escorted to the Beihai Sea to become a ghost, and I don't know if there are still fire ghosts making waves here.

Chen Lu looked around again, there were no crops within a radius of dozens of miles, and the ground was covered with thick black ash. Li Da ordered a rest, and everyone stopped to watch, including Li Da, they were all stunned, they couldn't imagine that there was really a flaming mountain, and the scene of spitting fire was so spectacular.

Li Da stood there and sighed, fortunately, it was still March at this time, and if it was summer, I was afraid that he would not be able to stand for a moment.

Li Da admired it for a while and said, "Lord Zicheng, such a good scenery is indispensable without poetry, so you should make a poem." And everybody plucked him.

Chen Lu is a person who shows his personality, never does the state of a child who twists and pinchs, and after looking at the Flaming Mountain for a while, he has already had this intention, and he is arrogant, saying: "It can be seen that you all know my Zicheng's literary name, and if I push it again, it will not be modest, it will be hypocrisy, not my Zicheng's personality." I'm going to say this, who will write it down, I still want to pass it on to future generations. ”

Everyone laughed, and Li Xian smiled and said, "Don't worry, Lord Chen, the lower officials remember to remember, they must be transcribed when they set up camp, and the score is exactly right." ”

"Well, remember, I said:

A piece of green smoke and a piece of red,

The scorching spirit is about to burn out.

Spring is not half muddy like summer,

Who has Zhurong in the West. ”

Everyone applauded.

Li Da exclaimed: "Lord Zicheng has a chapter, and he has the talents of Yang Xiong and Zijian, and he is really the first talent in my dynasty." ”

Nalan rushed to say: "My little girl has never learned a few Chinese characters, she can't read Chinese characters, and she doesn't know any poetry." But Master Chen's poems seem to be in my brain, as if they are on my lips, but I can't express them. "Everybody says so.

Chen Lu knows that his poems are very ordinary, Nalan is very sincere, and the others have a bit of De Gaulle. Before he wrote the poem, he suddenly thought of the soldiers who died in the belly of these fire ghosts, so he came out with the last sentence, which can be regarded as a kind of remembrance of the martyrs.

Li Xian, who knows poetry the most, was stunned for a moment when he turned to the last sentence, and immediately understood the sorrow in Chen Lu's heart, and knew the inner world of this unreliable official who laughed every day. He didn't comment on it again, only said that he remembered everything.

Ha San suggested that he should quickly pass through the Flaming Mountain from the official road. He had palpitations, and along the way, he suffered the greatest loss in the battle of fire ghosts. While they were enjoying the scenery, talking about the wind and the moon, and reciting poems, he was so nervous that he sent out a guard to all directions, and his eyes did not dare to leave the sky for a moment.

Several messengers understood what he meant. Li Da ordered, "Go at full speed and camp at the quicksand river fifty miles away." ”

Everyone began to talk to each other, the flame mountain passed, and it was the quicksand river again, and the feelings were all true. Some of the soldiers were afraid that there would be ghosts like Monk Sha there. Li Da was also a little worried, he was afraid that it would be the same as the legendary quicksand river, so he would not be able to camp.

Walking through the Flaming Mountain, the traces of rain are getting smaller and smaller, and they are all dry and refreshing official roads, and soon they have walked more than sixty miles, and the sky has already darkened.

The outpost came to report that it had arrived at the quicksand river. Because it was dark, I didn't know the bottom of the quicksand river, and I was afraid that it would be as dangerous as the legend, so I didn't dare to cross the river and set up a big camp in the east. Fortunately, there were many woods, and the torches were quickly erected on the fence.

Li Da took people to check the quicksand river, it was already the beginning of March, and the crooked crescent moon emitted a faint light. When everyone walked to the river, they didn't hear the sound of the stormy water, and they couldn't see how much water there was in the moonlight. Chen Lu asked the man with the torch to walk into the river.

Several soldiers, carrying torches, walked cautiously, and accidentally came to the opposite bank. Everyone couldn't help but laugh, what a stormy sea! It's just a small river. Under the light of the torches, it is crystal clear, and the narrowest part does not reach the knee, and most places can only reach the surface of the foot.