It was only morning now, and there were still four or five hours until dusk. Since he knew that Yun Qiyou was flying rapidly towards Changbai Mountain, he did not bother her anymore. Sitting idle was boring, so Ye Xiaochuan copied the messages that Yun Qiyou had sent before.
The books have been sorted out. He is a man who cherishes his feelings very much. He and Yun Qiyou have not used the flying crane to send letters in recent years. They just started two days ago. Every time Yun Qiyou sends a paper crane, he
They were all well preserved. When he saw the beautiful words on them, it felt as if Yun Qiyou was by his side, which made his heart skip a beat.
very quiet.
Just as I was sorting it out, a hand quickly snatched a pile of yellow paper from the side.
Ye Xiaochuan was startled and looked up to see Gesang.
Gesang flipped through a stack of yellow paper and said, "I'm crossing Wucha Mountain, and this afternoon I'm crossing Changbai Mountain. You don't have to cross your heart... What does this say? Your Chinese characters are really hard to read."
Ye Xiaochuan was stunned for a while and finally understood what Gesang was talking about.
The original words on the yellow paper are: "I have left Wutai Mountain and will reach Changbai Mountain this afternoon. You don't have to worry."
He was angry and funny, and said: "Poison Immortal, even if you don't know some words, you can't use Chacha instead. Why, you speak Chinese so fluently, but you don't know Chinese characters?"
Gesang shrugged and said: "Half of the Chinese language was taught to me by the great wizard when I was a child, and half of it was learned by me in the past two days in Middle-earth. As for the Chinese characters, I know some of them and am currently learning them."
Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she sat next to Ye Xiaochuan and said, "How about you teach me Chinese characters? I am very smart and can learn it in no time!"
Ye Xiaochuan didn't have time to teach students. He rushed back to China tomorrow to buy a Thousand-Character Classic. He gave her the Three-Character Classic and let her practice by herself.
Gesang handed back the stack of yellow paper in his hand to him. She was not angry at all that Ye Xiaochuan did not teach this smart student of hers. She kept looking at the words on Ye Xiaochuan's yellow paper, as if she wanted to
Learn more Chinese characters.
Suddenly, Gesang giggled when he looked at a piece of yellow paper in Ye Xiaochuan's hand.
She said proudly: "I recognize many of the names on this piece of paper!"
Ye Xiaochuan glanced at her and then at the yellow paper in his hand. He said strangely: "What do you know?"
Kelsang said: "Moon, the moon of the moon! Look at these names, every name has a moon!"
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Ye Xiaochuan suddenly stood up and immediately took out the two pieces of yellow paper with his name on it.
These names were all the names of the past abbots of Shuiyue Temple passed down by Yun Qiyou. He always thought these names were strange, but he could never grasp the point.
"Zhu Yue'er, Hu Xiumei, Zhao Yueshuang, Chang Youqi, Wu Ming, Xiao Yutong, Du Juan'er..."
Ye Xiaochuan muttered these names in his mouth. Yes, among the names of dozens of abbots of Shuiyue Temple in the past, each name has the character "month" in it.
Seeing Ye Xiaochuan's strange appearance at the moment, Gesang stretched his head and said, "What's wrong with you?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Gelsang, you are really a genius child! I understand!"
Gesang said suspiciously: "What do you understand?"
Ye Xiaochuan couldn't explain the matter clearly, so he sent Gesang aside and didn't bother him.
He was looking at the two poems that Yun Qiyou sent that were engraved on the stone wall of Shuiyue An Ancestral Hall.
In the majestic and sorrowful day, the sun is setting, and I sing my whip to the east and point to the end of the world.
Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle.
"It turns into spring mud to protect the flowers... It turns into spring mud to protect the flowers... That's it! A thought, Qingying... It turns out that Qingying is probably the abbot of Shuiyue Temple." Ye Xiaochuan quickly figured it out.
This point. When I think about the nun's name, there is no word "月" in the name. There are only two people in Shuiyue Temple. Since the names of the abbots of Shuiyue Temple in the past have the word "month" in their names, then the abbot of Shuiyue Temple must be Yun Qiyouti.
The little girl who has been there and has a lot of experience
The shadow is gone, only her name has the character "月".
Regarding the past events between Lujiaoseng and Zhu Xiaomei, Yun Qiyou also mentioned it in Feihe Biography a few days ago. Now I understand why Zhu Xiaomei lived next to her enemy and did not even kill Lujiaoseng for Shushan.
The sword sect takes revenge.
Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle.
These two sentences explain everything.
They had abandoned the worldly prejudices and got married. Not only did they get married, Zhu Xiaomei was probably pregnant with Lu Jiaoseng's child.
I'm afraid that the abbots of Shuiyue Temple in the past, including Qingying, are all descendants of Lu Jiaoseng and Zhu Xiaomei!
After thinking about this, Ye Xiaochuan began to study another poem.
In ancient times, the moon was bright and closed now, and the people who fought thousands of miles away have not yet returned.
But let the flying generals of the dragon city be here, and don't teach the demons to cross the Yinshan Mountains.
The horse is newly riding on the white jade saddle. After the battle, the moon is cold on the battlefield.
The battle trumpets are still sounding at the top of the city, and the blood in the box is still wet.
Ye Xiaochuan naturally knew that this poem was "Crossing the Fortress" which has been popular throughout the ages. However, several words in the poem were changed, which seemed to be incorrect.
Since this poem "Crossing the Fortress" is engraved together with "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai" in the ancestral hall of Shuiyuesan, it must have profound meaning.
According to what Yun Qiyou said, the old nun Yi Nian said that this poem was about Zhu Xiaomei’s ancestors Zhu Gou and Lu Linlang who were ordered to guard Yinshan Mountain and confront the heavenly soldiers and generals for decades. Ye Xiaochuan definitely didn’t think so. He
I feel that this poem must have a deeper meaning.
My eyes stayed on the last two sentences.
"The sound of the battle trumpet at the top of the city is still there, and the blood on the long sword in the box is still wet... The battle cry at the top of the city, the battle cry..."
He kept muttering these two words in his mouth. Gesang, who was not far away, heard it and said: "War horn? You mean the horn of the dead?"
Ye Xiaochuan raised his head and said: "You actually know about the Horn of the Dead." Gesang said proudly: "Two days ago, I heard your conversation with the leader of the Tianlin tribe, and I knew that the battle flag was the Pluto flag in your hand, and the battle cry was
The horn of the undead, the war drum is a military gathering drum made of Kui cowhide, a military order, which is the Black Iron Order that your Cangyun Sect used to have, and seven arrows in the hands of the seven leaders of the seven organizations. How about it, I know
There are a lot of them! What war cry were you muttering about just now? War cry... Why, the horn of the undead is also on you? I heard that if you want to summon the seven organizations, you must use the horn of the undead. As soon as the battle flag comes out
, Thirty-six foreigners kneel in southern Xinjiang
Fu Qibei, if the war cry is also on you, doesn't it mean that the whole world belongs to you? You have become as popular as the evil god 20,000 years ago!"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "What you think is beautiful, I don't even know what the undead horn looks like, where can it be found?"
When Gesang heard this, he immediately said in disappointment: "I didn't say anything! I thought it was on my thigh." Ye Xiaochuan rolled his eyes and said: "What do you mean? If I don't have the horn of the dead, it's not my thigh? Mine?
