In other words, the actual meaning of this poem is a few keywords: "Age of about twenty years old, Xijiang, Qin Xiao". In this way, the portrait belongs to Qin Xiao.
The person who drew this portrait is not very good at it. The picture is very simple, with only a few ink lines, and it is not very similar to the appearance of the deceased Qin Xiao. I don’t know whether the person who painted the portrait made it out of thin air or based it on other people’s descriptions.
, in short, at first glance they are somewhat similar, but upon closer inspection, they are completely two different people.
Sumiao noticed that the seal was engraved with three characters in cursive script. It took him a lot of effort to distinguish clearly. The three characters written on it were "Happy Hall".
He felt a shiver in his heart, thinking that Happy Hall was not the same group of people hired by Mr. Tianyi to catch the master before, and why was it related to Qin Xiao again.
What is the connection behind this?
Sumiao didn't want to think about it anymore, and checked in detail again. After confirming that there were no other clues on the broken arm, she pushed the arm into the pit, kicked some sand with her feet to cover it lightly, and then removed the cloth
Tuck it into the sleeves.
In fact, Sumiao was not afraid of anything else, but he really didn't want to tell his master the bad news in person. In the two years since his separation from Qin Xiao, her thoughts had never stopped. Now that he suddenly told her that his old friend was not here, he was really afraid of her.
Can't bear it...
He couldn't just go back, he had to at least search in Western Xinjiang again, maybe he could find traces of the killer.
…
"Hey! Hey!" Bai Qinghan was really angry when he saw Ruyi's stupid face. We were already at the foot of Laoshan Mountain, but this little girl just hurried on without saying a word. How did he know that Ruyi
Her heart had followed Sumiao thousands of miles away, and all she could think about was Qin Xiao's expression after seeing the letter. She had even begun to imagine what it would be like to meet him...
Has he lost weight? Has he gotten darker? Has he grown taller? Has his face changed?
"Pah!" Bai Qinghan couldn't bear it anymore, so he reached out and slapped Ruyi on the forehead. Ruyi came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream, and asked: "What...what's wrong...
"
Bai Qinghan stretched out his hand and pointed at the giant stone with the word "Laoshan": "Master, we have arrived at Mount Laoshan! I beg you, please don't be distracted!"
Ruyi felt joyful in her heart and laughed unconsciously: "It's here! It's so exciting!"
She ignored Bai Qinghan, raised her energy again, and suddenly flew up the stone steps.
Bai Qinghan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing. He cursed Ruyi for a hundred and eighty times, and then he chased after him.
Ruyi collected her Qinggong and carried a small baggage, and jumped into the front hall. Seeing a few little Taoist priests sweeping the floor, she smiled and said: "Little Taoist priest, I want to go to worship Sanqing. Where can I go?"
Where to go?”
Since Yan Xuanyi's bloodbath on the top of Kunlun Peak and the martial arts people gathered to cause chaos in Xiaoyaomen, there have been basically no pilgrims in Xiaoyaomen. Normally, the people of Jimo and Ziyang, as well as some surrounding villagers, are afraid of getting into trouble and dare not go up the mountain to pray.
Therefore, these little Taoist priests may not have seen outsiders for a long time.
Suddenly I heard that someone was coming to pay homage to the Sanqing Temple. The little Taoist priests all put down their brooms and raised their heads to tell each other: "Go forward, turn right, and you will see the Sanqing Temple..."
The three of them raised their heads and were halfway through their conversation when they realized that the pilgrim turned out to be an aunt.