Ximen Qing saw the 'Four Evils of Jiangnan' running away, but he didn't set off immediately, but set his eyes on a big tree fifty meters away on the side of the road. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info because he sensed two breaths there......

"I'm really convinced of you!" Ximen Qing loosened the ties for the two people under the tree, and couldn't help but laugh: "Have you checked the day when you went out today, and calculate today's fortune! Why are you so moldy!"

After being tied up for nearly an hour, and just after being untied, the two of them moved their hands and feet with some blood. The older man hugged his fists to Ximen Qing and said, "Thank you, Brother Ximen, for saving me again! Otherwise, my sister and I would have been trapped in this deep mountain." ”

That's right! The two people rescued by Ximen Qing were Mo Hongyi and his sister Mu Lanzhi!

Where do you not meet in life! The three of them have just been separated for less than half a day, and they meet again! The situation is also similar to the last time, it is still Ximen Qingli who retreats from the bandits and saves the two brothers and sisters.

No wonder the 'Four Evils of Jiangnan' have so many silver tickets, and they are the same as the silver tickets that Mu Hongyi gave himself at noon, whether it is face value or printing firms, it turns out that these four people robbed the rich son and the little rich woman of their money.

Ximenqing thought: Since all your money is now on me, then I might as well be generous, just treat me as if you have paid me, and no longer ask you for labor fees to repel the bandits!

Mu Lanzhi on the side bit her lip, and finally whispered to Ximen Qing: "Thank you Ximen Gongzi for saving me!"

"They are all acquaintances, so Brother Mu and Miss Mu don't have to be polite!" Ximenqing replied. The three of them have met for the second time today.

So the three of them went together. Mu Lanzhi has been through two bandit turmoil, and she is already afraid of walking blindly in this deep mountain again, and there is a master by her side, how can she say that her own safety is guaranteed. So she didn't object to walking with Ximenqing this time.

Ximenqing led the white crane horse, and the three of them walked forward slowly. Originally, Ximenqing saw Mu Lanzhi in one day, after fighting with the bandits twice, she was very tired, so she invited her to get on the horse, but she just didn't do it.

As the saying goes: once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of the well rope. Mu Lanzhi felt uncomfortable when she thought of what Ximen Qing had done to her on the white horse at noon, and of course she refused to get on the horse again.

The mountain road gradually becomes rugged and surrounded by mountains. On both sides of the road, the grass is green, the wildflowers are bright, the sun is setting on the hills, only a few rays of light are left in the forest, the air is getting cooler, and the mist is slowly rising in the mountains......

The mist became thicker, and Ximenqing said to the two beside him: "If we still can't see people after crossing this mountain, we have to sleep in the mountains and forests." ”

"It can only be so. Mu Hongyi has no objection to this.

Mu Lanzhi didn't say a word, she was really tired after a day of rushing and fierce fighting.

While talking, the three of them turned around a mountainside, but their vision suddenly opened up. I saw that in front of the road, not far away, there was an ancient temple.

The temple occupies a small area, not grandiose, nor magnificent, but a little dilapidated. It's just a small temple. But in the sunset, it is dyed with golden brilliance, which looks sacred and solemn, holy and beautiful.

When the three of them saw the ancient temple in front of them, of course they were all overjoyed, and hurriedly quickened their pace.

"Before ascending to the ancient temple, the grass is He Qianqian.

The clouds and mist are surrounded by mountains, and the lonely peak towers over the blue sky.

The wildflowers are red, and the trees are smoking.

After sunset, the sound of cuckoos sounds. ”

Ximenqing walked all the way, enjoyed the evening scenery, and was very emotional about the ancient temple in the mountains, so he groaned softly.

"Brother Ximen is a good poem!" After listening to it, Mu Hongyi found that the description of the scenery here in this poem was just right! So Ximen Qing's figure in his heart was even taller: I didn't expect that Brother Ximen was not only superb in martial arts, but also extraordinary in writing, and he was really both civil and military!

Mu Lanzhi's impression of Ximenqing has also improved, and a pair of beautiful eyes peeked at Ximenqing, not knowing what she was thinking.

Ximenqing smiled embarrassedly, he accidentally plagiarized the works of his predecessors again. He hurriedly coughed and said weakly: "Brother Mu has won the prize!"

"No awards! No awards! Brother Ximen is extremely knowledgeable and brilliantly written, and he is ashamed of himself!" After that, he also bowed to Ximenqing, which meant that the students would meet the teacher.

Ximenqing thought to himself: I can't let him continue to talk, I still understand the truth that if you say too much, you must lose it, so you must quickly change the topic.

In fact, this poem comes from an allusion and an exam question, and the title is "Ancient Temple in the Deep Mountains".

It is said that Zhao Ji of Song Huizong loved calligraphy and painting, and founded and supervised the world's earliest royal painting academy. This faint gentleman and outstanding calligrapher and painter opened the study of painting, personally taught, established an examination system, personally produced questions and papers, cultivated painting talents, and created a generation of painting style. At that time, the examination standard of the Academy of Fine Arts was: complete brushwork. In one exam, the question he gave was "Deep Mountain Tibetan Ancient Temple".

It's not easy to draw this topic well. Some candidates painted an ancient temple on the mountainside, and some candidates painted the ancient temple deep in the jungle. Temple, some are painted completely, and some only draw a corner of the temple or a section of the temple wall...... He looked at many of them, but he was not satisfied.

With only one brilliant painter, there is no temple at all. The painting is in the middle of the lofty mountains, a clear spring flows straight down, jumping beads and splashing jade. There was an old monk by the spring, scooping up the spring water and pouring it into the bucket. is such a monk who carries water, and the topic of "Tibetan Ancient Temple in the Deep Mountains" is very subtle and profound.

The monk carries water, of course, for boiling tea, cooking rice, washing clothes, which makes people think that there must be a temple nearby; the monk is old and has to carry water by himself, so you can imagine that the temple is a dilapidated ancient temple. The temple must be in the deep mountains, and it is invisible on the screen, which shows the word "Tibet". Compared with those painting a corner of the temple or a section of the temple wall, this painting is more in line with the theme of "Tibetan Ancient Temple in the Deep Mountains......

In a moment, Ximen Qing thought about it, and he asked the brother and sister: "Do you know why there is this ancient temple in the deep mountains, and what geographical common sense is the basis for the ancient temple to be built here?"

Mu Hongyi and Mu Lanzhi shook their heads blankly, they didn't know much about the ancient temple architecture.

Ximenqing smiled proudly, took out the paper fan on his waist, and said with a smile: "The ancient temple is equipped with a deep mountain! This is because the 'deep mountain' has the meaning of tranquility, which can highlight the cultural characteristics of China's Buddhism that is beyond the world. ”

The brother and sister both nodded yes, obviously attracted by the topic thrown by Ximenqing, they looked at Ximenqing, waiting for the following.

Seeing this, Ximen Qing quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and finally succeeded in diverting the attention of the two brothers and sisters, and no longer cared about poetry or not.