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

Ganqing recognized that it was Xiangquan's voice, and felt powerless all over, too lazy to respond to him, so he kept quiet and didn't move, just pretending to sleep.

Hei Hei said: "I'm afraid I haven't woken up yet. Where did Mr. Yi go just now, the situation is not good now, I'm afraid it's better not to stay outside alone..."

"Ancient house," Xiangquan uttered two words, walked slowly outside the tent, lifted the curtain, saw that Qing was still wriggling on the bed, and snorted, "Just wake up."

Qianqing opened his eyes and sat up reluctantly.Xiangquan said a few words to him and called him to another room, wanting to ask about what happened in the past few days.

After cleaning up tens of thousands of reluctance, they still wrapped themselves in thick clothes.What a strange person Xiangquan is, Qianqing naturally knows; what a smart person Xiangquan is, Qianqing absolutely doesn't want to admit it.

But he is clear.I want to go home?Then listen to Yi Xiangquan.

The two entered another room, and Hei Hei brought charcoal fire, after which Xiang Quan closed the door tightly.Gan Qing understands this move, and talks alone to avoid Hei Hei, Shui Yun and Wu Bai knowing that Xiang Quan is still wary of them.There is still a faint fragrance of pines and cypresses in the room, and the charcoal brazier is burning vigorously, and it feels very warm when it is dry.

However, he was very hungry at this time.I thought Xiangquan had something important to ask him, so I talked to him alone.But right now, Xiangquan put the cleansing to the side, silently took out a piece of paper, and began to grind the ink.Ganqing wiped his nose and mocked: "Why, Mr. Yi wants to test my poetry?"

Xiang Quan ignored him, just asked Qian what happened in the past few days, and recorded it on paper.Ganqing said absent-mindedly, his posture was really like the way he recited the Four Books and Five Classics in front of his mother when he was a child, lazy and perfunctory.

Ganqing noticed that what Xiangquan wrote on the paper was very strange.

Instead of recording clear sentences, he wrote an entire folk song.Qianqing couldn't help but be surprised. Could it be that Xiangquan has also heard folk songs?It was written so completely.In addition to folk songs, he also wrote "Golden Words" silently, and wrote various words beside it, such as "paper kite", "ancient house", "residual painting", "rich man", "mountain temple", "broth", "girl" ", "hole", "gully" and the like.

Qian Qing looked amused: "What kind of ghost are you sketching?"

"Looking for contact," Xiang Quan said without raising his head, "How did you escape from the cave?"

Ganqing poked the word "gully" with his hand and explained: "There is a small vertical hole at the bottom of the hole. I moved the soil on my body and felt weak all over. But there was a gust of cold wind in the hole. I had an idea and felt sideways. The hole may be connected to the outside world. Fortunately, I have practiced arrows since I was a child, and my arms are strong, so I crawled out of the small hole with my hands."

Xiangquan just nodded.Ganqing rolled his eyes: "I heard your voice at the bottom of the cave. Could it be that you came to Wu Village at that time? Hmph, if I really want to wait for you to come to rescue, the emperor has changed three rounds!"

Clean up the nonsense, if this is heard by others, it will cause trouble.Xiang Quan just frowned and asked, "How long have you been climbing?"

"I don't know how long I've been climbing. I thought I was going to die, but I continued to climb. Unexpectedly, I saw the light! When I climbed out to see the sky, I was so excited that I fainted. Who knew there was a gully there Bottom!" Ganqing slapped his thigh happily, but saw Xiangquan sketching on the paper, and asked, "Why did you circle the 'hole' and 'gully'?"

"Looking for contact," Xiangquan frowned, answered these three words again, and then asked, "Did you remember the details during the crawl, such as the appearance of the small hole?"

Ganqing waved his hand: "What can a hole look like? A pit in the earth."

"Did you hear any strange noises?"

Qianqing's face changed, he hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

"Nothing?" Xiang Quan looked up at him suspiciously, "Really nothing?"

Ganqing hesitated for a moment: "Maybe it's a hallucination...I... seem to hear a woman's sigh."

Xiangquan raised his eyebrows, motioning for him to continue.But Qianqing just nodded and remained silent.

Xiangquan narrowed his eyes: "If you have a good memory and sensitive ears, you can recognize sighs when you hear them. You are such a person."

Qian Qing's eyes widened: "You actually praised me?"

Xiangquan was helpless: "I mean, that sigh... have you heard it?"

Ganqing secretly rejoiced when he heard Xiangquan's compliment, but shook his head: "I've never heard of it. Just sighing sounds very strange. And it's not real, it seems to come from a distance, so I think it's an illusion."

Xiangquan wrote "sigh" and connected it with "hole".Then, he stroked lightly with his hands, as if connecting the "ancient house" with the "hole", and then tried to connect the "girl" with the "hole".

Qian Qing looked at it and found it very funny: "What's the use of you connecting like this?"

"This incident is extremely weird and trivial. This is the best way to find out the truth." Xiang Quan frowned, "Some key points cannot be solved." "connect together.

Gan Qing glanced at it and asked disdainfully, "What's the relationship between these three?"

This piece of white paper was extraordinarily messed up by Xiang Quan.Xiangquan circled "Folk Song" heavily, and circled "Ancient House" heavily.

A ghost talisman was born.

Ganqing recalled that Shao Yong, Xiangquan's deceased master, used to draw hexagrams and images desperately in his hut in Luoyang, so he casually asked, "Didn't you learn this weird trick from your master?"

Xiangquan froze and put down his pen.

Ganqing knew that he had said the wrong thing again, so he quickly shut up, but Xiangquan replied, "I learned everything from him."

Qian Qing wanted to change the subject, and Xiang Quan seemed to have the same intention: "Did you break off the handle of Guwu?"

Qianqing suddenly remembered that there was still such a thing, and admitted in a daze: "Yes, I accidentally—"

"Where is that handle now?"

"Throw it into the cabinet in the room, and ignore it. I reckon the handle is for controlling the door, and when I pull it, the door leading to the toilet can be opened."

When Xiangquan heard this, he couldn't help showing a mocking smile.Qian Qing was annoyed: "I'm not right?"

"Nothing you said is right." Xiang Quan continued to laugh, put the paper in his arms, and went out.Ganqing also followed Xiangquan out, the snow had stopped outside the window, only the sound of wind blowing pines and cypresses, like waves.Qianqing stood like a black spot in the vast snow, as if it could be submerged by the snow at once.

Ganqing couldn't help thinking of Feng Jiuniang, and a complex emotion arose spontaneously: "Feng Jiuniang, did she die in an accident..."

Xiang Quan said indifferently: "It should be. I'm not a coworker, but I can roughly judge it. There are traumas on the body, as if caused by a fall and bump. Judging from the condition of the mouth and nose, it should be drowned."

"slip?"

"I don't know, probably fell into the water and drowned."

Some of the resentment in Qianqing's heart was replaced by sympathy, but only a little.The wind blows the dark pines and cypresses, and blows the snowflakes off the treetops, like flying flowers circling and falling, hitting the shoulders of the two.Xiang Quan stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes were thin, but he didn't tremble.He just looked up at the dark night sky speechlessly, wondering what he was thinking.

Ganqing looked at him and thought of Zhuge Kongming in ancient times.Maybe Kong Ming watched the sky like this for a long time before borrowing the east wind.Ganqing hurriedly slipped to the edge of Xiangquan.Because he felt that Xiangquan might borrow the east wind and fly out of the village in an instant.

But Xiangquan just stood there and didn't speak.

The night was calm and windless, and the sky was cloudy.

Qianqing couldn't hold back anymore and asked, "When can we leave the village?"

Xiangquan lowered his head and sighed, turned to leave, but said something unbelievable.

"Wait until the sky clears."

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