walk to the water

Others thought he was stupid, or laughed or sighed, and over time, they ignored him.Only Chu Xiang himself understands that he does not believe that Fu Ling is dead, or that he cannot believe that Fu Ling is dead, he can only deceive himself, Fu Ling is still fighting in the distance, and will come back one day, otherwise, he has no courage Live another day.

The autumn wind was blowing again, and Chu Xiang was still wearing single clothes today, and went out of the city to wait.But the climate in the north is changing rapidly. In the morning, it was still cloudless and the autumn air was breezy, but just after noon, a strong wind blew up.The gust of wind was howling, rolling up the dust that covered the sky and crackling on the body. Soon, the clothes, shoes and socks, head and face were covered with a thick layer of yellow sand, and even the eyes could not be opened.Pedestrians on the road have long been hiding.Chu Xiang was unwilling to leave. Amid the raging wind and sand, there seemed to be a faint, familiar sound of horseshoes...

The wind was bitter, but the sound of horseshoes gradually approached and could be heard clearly.Chu Xiang's breathing suddenly became short, it was him!It's him! !Only Mo Yun, the number one horse in the world, can be so fast.Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, Mo Yun had passed through the wind and sand, and rushed to Chu Xiang like lightning, with his head raised and hissing.Chu Xiang was overjoyed, he finally came back, and came here again through the wind and the clouds!I hurried to look at the horse's back, but immediately it was empty, there was no tall and straight familiar figure, and even the saddle was missing.Chu Xiang's eagerness that had just been ignited was poured down by a basin of cold water again, hugging Mo Yun's head, Chu Xiang said bitterly: "Where have you been these past few months? Have you lost your master? Only now run away Come back to him, he... doesn't want us anymore..."

Mo Yun didn't seem to understand what he said, so he just lowered his head and kept rubbing against his chest, stretched out his long pink tongue and licked Chu Xiang's cheek lightly, making out a lot of affection.He couldn't stop expelling hot air from his mouth, obviously he had traveled a long distance.There was a warmth in Chu Xiang's heart, if it wasn't for it.I also died in Jiangning a long time ago, thinking back to the handsome man Fu Ling galloped on his horse in the past.Chu Xiang is both sweet and sad.Patting Mo Yun's neck, Chu Xiang said, "Follow me back! From now on, we will be the only two companions."

The wind and sand were getting bigger and bigger, Chu Xiang jumped on his horse and wanted to take Mo Yun back, but Mo Yun turned his head.Come and go.Chu Xiang was surprised. He pinched the horse's legs between his legs and made it stop. He wanted to pull its head, but Mo Yun stood still. His hooves were nailed to the ground. Chu Xiang couldn't force it. He said with a wry smile: "What's wrong with you?" Mo Yun raised his head to the west and let out a long neigh.It seems to be an answer.Chu Xiang was just about to say, "I don't understand what you said." Suddenly, his mind changed, where is it going to take me?It must be a place related to Fuling.It will no longer block.

Mo Yun was familiar with the road, and ran westward all the way.This was the first time Chu Xiang rode Mo Yun alone.It was as straight as flying through the clouds and riding the fog, so he had to lie tightly on the bare horse's back.Running for several hours.The sky was getting dark, and the wind was also lightening. Mo Yun had already traveled hundreds of miles, but he still had no intention of stopping.It was not until the next morning that Mo Yun stopped by a small stream and bowed his head to drink water.Chu Xiang jumped off his horse and said to Mo Yun, "Where are you taking me? To Tianshan?" After hearing this, Mo Yun still gave a long cry to the west as an answer.Chu Xiang looked to the west, the night was dark, and the sky and the earth were vast, "The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds, the wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, blowing across the Yumen Pass." That was the place he longed for, and it was also the place where Fu Ling was buried. Take a look, no matter whether you can find anything, if you don't go, you will never feel at ease.

One person rides one by one along the west of the Yellow River, and the population gradually becomes less and less. At the end, the Yellow River submerges into the vast snow-capped mountains.Further west, you will enter the endless grassland.Chu Xiang left in a hurry, wearing only a piece of unlined clothing and penniless, so he had to hunt some hares and roast them as dry food.Mo Yun runs continuously no matter day or night, traveling thousands of miles a day and eight hundred miles at night.Ten days later, I left Yumen Pass.However, Mo Yun's speed slowed down, and sometimes he would linger in the Gobi wilderness. Chu Xiang saw that there were often scattered bones on the ground, and the corpses must have been pecked away by vultures. After the fierce fighting on the battlefield, Chu Xiang was filled with emotion, so every time he went to a place, he dismounted and buried the bones in one place before going on the road.

Stop and go, nearly a month later, the weather is getting colder, and the northern Xinjiang has started to snow, snow and sand cover the wilderness, and no one can be seen all day.At dusk one day, Mo Yun took Chu Xiang and finally came to a large desert. The setting sun was like blood, the vast sea was boundless, and the yellow sand was rolled up. , and no more signs of life could be seen.Chu Xiang got off his horse and wondered, "What did you bring me here for?" Mo Yun took a few steps forward, arched a small sand dune in front of him, raised his head to the sky, and let out three long beeps.It was only then that Chu Xiang realized that there was a stone tablet standing in front of the sand dune, which had been submerged for a small part by the sand.

Chu Xiang hurriedly used his hands and feet to push away the sand, snow and dust covering the stele, revealing the writing on the stele.The stele is about two feet high. On the front facing the desert is engraved a huge "Qin" in seal script. The stone is a record, to show the power of heaven." The familiar handwriting was written by Fu Ling himself.Chu Xiang traced those words stroke by stroke with his fingers, as if he heard Fu Ling laughing heroically, "Everywhere you can see and reach will be the territory of my Great Qin Kingdom!" Yes, You have done it, you have already proved that you are the greatest monarch in the world, this world will eventually belong to you, and I have known it for a long time, but what I want is not your great achievements, not this lifeless stone tablet, but you , the real you!Chu Xiang suddenly became irritable, and slammed his fist on the stone tablet fiercely. There was a sharp pain, and blood gushed out. Chu Xiang still couldn't understand his hatred, and kicked the stone tablet with all his strength. But his leg hurt like it was about to break, he staggered a few steps, and fell exhausted on the sand.Chu Xiang turned his back to the sky, with tears in his eyes, and shouted hoarsely: "Fu Ling, I hate you! I hate you! You liar! If you don't come again, I will smash your broken monument! I hate you!" Chu Xiang shouted After dozens of calls, Fang stopped, "Xiang'er, is it you?" Suddenly, he heard someone calling from a distance, and the voice was infinitely pleasantly surprised.

Chu Xiang was startled, jumped up quickly, and looked west. In the desert, under the setting sun, there was a tall man in black standing at some point. Although his clothes were torn and his hair was disheveled like grass, there was no doubt that he was Him, Fu Ling!Chu Xiang's breathing seemed to have stopped, and he stood still, as if in the blink of an eye, the figure in front of him would disappear...