Chapter 193 (2/2)
While talking in his heart, he habitually forked his waist, his eyes passed slowly from a distance, and suddenly something flashed in his mind. Duan Tingxuan was stunned, and then quickly turned his eyes back. This time, he looked carefully and soon found that under a big maple tree, a round white stone appeared in the lush grass.
Duan Tingxuan's heart beat a little faster. He hurriedly pretended to continue looking for something. When he got under the tree, he pushed the grass aside and saw that two stones were erected. One of the white round stones was arranged in a π shape across the two stones. Because the grass was covered and the stone head was covered, no one noticed, so he probably retained this shape until now.
For a moment, the little Marquis only felt that his mouth was dry, his heart beat faster, and his hands were sweating in his heart.
He remembered that when he and long Pingzhang were at the university that day, several good classmates often engraved words with white jade and placed shapes at will, and then used words to guess riddles, riddles or poems or words in combination with the situation at that time. Wu Qinghu is an expert in this way; Duan Tingxuan has a quick mind and often has his own masterpieces; Dudulong Pingzhang is the least proficient in this way. Every game is the one at the bottom, and he is often punished as the host.
Recalling the interesting stories in the past, Duan Tingxuan thought that the upright and bold guy had returned to the spring. Duan Tingxuan couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. He trembled, stretched out his hand and grabbed the white stone in his hand. Just in the distance, he found that the white stone was flat and round and shouldn't be higher than the grass. So he came to check it, but he didn't expect to find something, If this is really the clue left by long Pingzhang.
The white stone was very smooth. Duan Tingxuan tried his best and didn't find any handwriting on it. He quickly picked up the two stones padded with white stones below. This time, in the lower right corner of one of the stones, he saw a vague pattern, not handwriting, but several undulating lines. This pattern Duan Tingxuan was very familiar with. It was on almost every piece of his clothes, There will be this pattern on the cuffs and skirts, which is moire.
Looking up at the maple tree in front of me, there is a white stone below, and there is a cloud mark in the lower right corner of another stone. Is this... The secret language left by Ping Zhang? But what could it be? Maple, white stone, cloud pattern... Just from the literal point of view, it is easy to think of Du Mu's ”journey to the mountains” in the Tang Dynasty.
”Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is inclined, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the night of love maple forest. The frost leaves are red than the flowers in February.”
Duan Tingxuan couldn't help mumbling the poem. Then he looked at the vast mountains and said to himself, ”Ping Zhang, is this the clue you left me? Is it because you found out that the answer is in this poem? What are you going to tell me? Is it a person's name, a place, or an event?”
After thinking for a long time, Duan Tingxuan had to put this stone into his bag. Looking around again, he was sure that there was no clue. It was an unexpected joy to receive the hint from long Pingzhang, so he took a deep breath, looked up at the white clouds in the sky and said in a deep voice: ”Pingzhang, I always think you are right beside me. I think you must die in peace, so the hero will not leave. Then look at me, watch me chase the real murderer, avenge you, and then expose the amazing conspiracy of Xiangyang king to fulfill our common wish. Pingzhang, you must look and wait. I believe this day will come.”
The big dark horse over there has stood up. Duan Tingxuan steps back, then turns over and gets on the horse. He rides away to Gusu city. (to be continued.)