A gust of cold wind blew, like a knife scraping on his face, but at this time, Ding Cheng was in a good mood, not only did he feel uncomfortable, but he felt extremely comfortable, and shouted at the mountain pass.

Further on, the snow was knee-high, and the air was thinning, making it a bit difficult to walk. Ding Cheng relied on his martial arts, took a breath, and climbed to the highest peak.

After another mountain, Ding Cheng looked up at the top of the mountain, and the top of the mountain was already in sight at this time. From here, the east side of the summit protrudes outward, like an eagle's beak. Ding Cheng was surprised to find that there was a person standing above the eagle's beak, the person stood there motionless, his clothes and belts were lifted by the wind, and he looked at it, as if an immortal monarch had descended to earth.

I only heard the man chanting: "Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I can't forget it, I am lonely for thousands of miles, I have nowhere to talk about it, even if I don't know when I meet, my face is dusty, and my temples are like frost."

The night comes to the dream and suddenly returns to the hometown, Xiaoxuan window, is dressing, looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears, expected to be broken every year, bright moon night, short Matsuoka. The tone was extremely bleak.

This poem was written by Su Shi to his late wife, and this person must be a person with a story when he recites such a bleak poem.

Ding Cheng slowly went up to the top of the mountain, standing not far from the man, infected by the person's emotions, and also remembered Si Rong, I don't know where Rong'er is now?

After a while, the man turned his head to face Ding Cheng. Ding Cheng saw that this person was about forty years old, with a Chinese face, bright eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was very graceful.

The man was obviously stunned when he saw Ding Cheng, stared at Ding Cheng for a long time, and asked, "Little brother, is his surname Ding?"

Ding Cheng replied: "Yes, under Ding Cheng." I wonder how Mr. knows?"

The man asked again, "I don't know what the relationship between you and Ding Qingyun is?"

Ding Cheng said: "That's my father." Do you know my father?"

The man: "Of course I do." Your father and I met by sword and admired each other, and although he was ten years older than me, there was no gap between us because of the age gap. We often learn swordsmanship together and sing about wine. Later, a lot of things happened, your father lived in seclusion in Cangshan, and I lived in seclusion in a valley, and we never saw each other again. I wonder how your father is doing?"

Ding Cheng heard that the man said that he was a former friend of his father, so he saluted the man again and said, "My father passed away when I was very young. ”

The man shook his head when he heard this, and then let out a long sigh and said, "I didn't expect Brother Ding to leave so early." It's really jealous of talent. ”

Ding Cheng said: "Since Mr. is a former friend of my father, I should call Mr. Uncle Shi." But I don't know what to call him?"

The man said, "I have long forgotten my original name. However, everyone in the rivers and lakes calls me Jade Face Langjun. ”

This person turned out to be the Jade-faced Langjun! Ding Cheng had heard of the name of this jade-faced Langjun a long time ago, and he never imagined that he would meet him on the summit of this goddess peak today.

Yumian Langjun said: "It's windy here, let's go to the leeward place below to talk." ”

The two walked down one or two hundred meters and came to a col on the side of the mountain, where a few snow-capped shrubs grew sparsely. A hare gnaws on leaves in the bushes. It's very strange that there are rabbits on such a high mountain.

After climbing the mountain for half a day, Ding Cheng felt a little hungry, if he could have a roast hare to eat, it would be very good.