The Folk Song of the Qingquan Case in the Northern Song Dynasty

The sky was overcast and the snow fell silently.The dry branches and the messy haystacks were all covered with snow, and gradually painted with a light layer of white.This layer of whiteness invaded the dilapidated woodshed with a chill, and the old wooden door of the woodshed opened a wide gap.

No one noticed that the door of the woodshed was open.

The snow fell more and more, and the snowflakes flew into the firewood room along the crack of the door, soaking the firewood and making the light brown firewood turn black.

At this time, Xiang Quan was sitting in front of the window.He hadn't slept all night, and he should have fallen asleep at this time.He should take a break, because it's over - even though the incident in Wu Village is not over yet, to him, everything is over.

Xiang Quan stood up slowly and closed his eyes.He has traveled the rivers and lakes for many years and has no relatives or reasons, so he naturally understands that in the face of the cycle of life and death, human beings are insignificant after all.He stood still, and even he himself didn't know the way he expressed his grief. It must not be crying, not laughing, maybe it was just a daze, just forcing himself not to think about it.

Rational people are rational after all, and will recognize established facts.Xiangquan can deceive himself, telling himself that he is still alive; but to be dead is to be dead, and to be alive is to be alive.What's the use of thinking about it?Can it be brought back to life?

Yi Xiangquan has always been a smart person, and a smart person often believes that man will conquer the sky; but what he fears the most is that he will be powerless.

Fuxue yelled from the side, it obviously didn't understand what was wrong with its master.

Xiang Quan stood in front of the window, looking at the snowflakes flying outside the window, his mind went blank.He remembered the day when he hurried back to Luoyang from other places, standing in front of the coffin of his master, his mind was also blank, so blank that he forgot the time and existence.

Suddenly, Xiangquan heard a cry from Hei Hei.

She shouted, Mr. Xia is under the ravine.

Xiang Quan froze for a moment, thinking he had heard wrong.He was silent for a moment, and finally pushed the door away——

Hei Hei lay on the ground and shouted desperately, Wu Bai and Shui Yun also rushed over, and everyone shouted in surprise.When Xiangquan went over to take a look, he saw Qianqing lying unconscious deep in the ravine.Limbs stretched out, lying on the snow, just like lying on the white brocade quilt of one's own house.It's like sleeping until the sun is three poles, waiting for the servants to wake him up.

Xiangquan froze for a moment, but also smiled, cursed inwardly, then got a rope and went down to rescue him.When Xiangquan reached the bottom of the ravine, he reached out to feel Qianqing's breath and pulse. If Qianqing was dead, then...

His movements are a little stiff.

"Xia, how is Mr. Xia?" Wu Bai asked stutteringly, he was really scared.

Hearing this, Xiang Quan stopped hesitating and reached out quickly.Qianqing's breath was weak but still stable, and the pulse was still there; when he touched his forehead again, it was extremely hot.Although I don't know if the bones are broken or not, at least I can rest assured that he is just unconscious and has a fever.

Xia Qianqing was finally found, but why here?There was a foul smell coming from Qian Qing's body, and he didn't even need to think about it to know what it was.

Traveling through the air, so is Quze, and so is Qianqing.

Xiangquan tied Qianqing with a flat wooden plank, and then pulled it up.The whole process is simple and fast.Soon, Qianqing was lying on the bed safely.

Hei Hei brought a basin of charcoal to make the house feel like summer.At this time, Heihei was not like other people with a happy face, but a trace of sadness between her brows.

"Why is Mr. Xia lying in the gully?" Shui Yunzai looked at Qianqing carefully, full of curiosity.

Xiangquan checked Qianqing's pulse again: "His body is fine, but he seems to have been drugged and lethargic, and now he has a fever. Most of this illness is caused by cold and dehydration. He also has bruises and sprains on his body." , but there is no bone injury. This guy is really lucky." Xiang Quan's tone was flat, but with a touch of joy.

"It's luck that Mr. Xia is fine. If we find out later, the snow will fall harder, and the weather will be colder. Everything is uncertain. But..." Wu Bai said halfway, then looked at Xiangquan, waiting for him to express his opinion .

Xiangquan looked tired, he just gave some instructions to Hei Hei, and then went to rest.Before leaving, he put the clean jade pendant beside his pillow, without saying anything.

"His friend is sick, and he doesn't take care of him, what a weirdo." Shui Yun complained, seemingly dissatisfied.

Wu Bai smiled: "It's like this sometimes between friends. When you are peaceful, you will succeed. The friendship between gentlemen is like water. When you are in trouble, a true friend is always not far from you. This is not something that girls like you can understand," said He gave Shui Yun a disdainful glance, "Mr. Yi rested just to solve the trouble better. Mr. Xia disappeared and reappeared, there must be something strange in it."

Shuiyun snorted.

Wu Bai paused, turned around and said to the worried Hei Hei: "Sister, don't you think these things are too strange?"

Hei Hei put on a veil for Qian Qing: "These strange things have never stopped since Mr. Xia entered the village..." Although Hei Hei said, it seemed to complain about Qian Qing, but in fact he didn't mean to criticize him at all.

She looked at the charcoal brazier that was burning hot, and then checked it was clean, but did not make another sound.

Wu Bai frowned: "Young Master Yi said just now that the source of all the strange things comes from that folk song. But...why?"

Shui Yun blinked: "The story of the five brothers was passed down a long time ago, how could it be related?"

Wu Bai frowned: "I don't understand."

Hei Hei smiled wryly: "I don't understand either."

"Of course I don't understand anymore." Shui Yun didn't raise his head, just caressing the box of the Qianqing Zhe wood bow blindly, "Do you think this bow is very powerful?"

"It's someone else's stuff, you can't move it." Wu Bai raised his eyebrows.

Shuiyun snorted, took a peek at Ganqing, and sneaked out while Wu Bai and Heihe were talking.

It was evening, the sky was overcast, and the snow gradually stopped.Thick clouds in the western sky covered the bright light, and the cold wind seemed to blow the clouds away.And Cangshan Mountain is covered with white snow, making it even more precipitous.At this time, people in Wu Village avoid walking on mountain roads, lest the road surface be wet and slippery, causing accidents.

Shuiyun ran out quietly, holding the box of the Zhemu bow in his arms.This is her dream.Shuiyun practiced archery since she was a child, but suffered from not having a good bow.The production of bows and arrows focuses on the six materials of dryness, horns, tendons, glue, silk, and lacquer.Good bows and arrows are made of excellent materials and made by excellent craftsmen with complicated craftsmanship, so good bows and arrows are expensive.

People who use bows, no one is unwilling to use a good bow and arrow.Shuiyun grew up in a poor family, and there are many trees in the mountains. Her bows and arrows are mostly made of ordinary trees, and she uses goose feathers as feathers, which is really not good.

She didn't know what the Zhemu bow was, but just looking at the box, she knew it must be an exquisite thing.Shuiyun always wanted such a bow and arrow in his dreams.Yesterday, Xiangquan came in with a bow and arrow on her back. She recognized it as a bow and arrow box at a glance, and even wiped it quietly.

The box is also made of high-quality sandalwood, with exquisite patterns carved on it, and emerald jade inlaid on it.Shuiyun couldn't tell what kind of pattern was carved, but thought it was very beautiful.

The sudden snow has stopped, Cangshan looks like a painting, the thick clouds are gradually fading, and the western clouds are slightly red, which is the brightest color in the gray sky.Shuiyun solemnly and carefully placed the box on a flat boulder, as if performing a sacred ceremony, and slowly opened it under the afterglow of the setting sun.

The author has something to say: Keke, I didn’t write it well yesterday, after thinking about it, I gave Xiangquan two repairs today, so I ordered it naturally...

Alas, after thinking about it yesterday, Yi Xiangquan has obvious strengths, but also terrible weaknesses. The third "Guessing Paintings" almost wiped out...well, we'll talk about it later.

Poor Qianqing, every movie has life-threatening ==

I analyzed my personality carefully yesterday, and I think it's not good for Ah Quan to be like this, and he will suffer sooner or later

Hehehe, but did he suffer less...

I haven't written the ending of the fourth part yet, and I'm desperately writing, so the update of "Folk Song" is slow, just wanting more time to write well.In the fourth part, I almost withdrew all of Xia Qianqing's foreign aid, and Xiangquan also suffered the worst failure

If you have any opinions, please put them up. I think everyone’s opinions are very good.