However, it is also in line with the bad luck of the local tyrant. After that, not a few days, Qinghe the old way will come to Zhang's house to drink, to drink when occasionally listen to old Zhang head complain a few words, the old way immediately flew into a rage, the wine also did not care to drink, stood up and said to go to fight with the bully. Seeing that he reeked of alcohol, old Zhang Tou was naturally startled and tried to stop him, but his hand slipped and the old man, who was full of alcohol, staggered and ran away. Next, when the bully arrived, the president of the other courtyard of the Shangqing Palace shouted abuse and shouted loudly with the bully and the rich family. Naturally, after only a few words of scolding, the thugs from the rich family's yard swarmed out, shouting and scolding to teach this old scoundrel who did not know the depth of heaven and earth -- Qinghe the old Taoist was disheveled and unshaven in Japan, and that day he drank so much that he staggered here and there, naturally he was ignored by others, and when he saw a soft persimmon to pinch, who did not rush to be the first? Who would have thought that these scoundrels and thugs who courageously moved forward had just rushed halfway when the Qinghe made a whirlwind sweep of his legs and two straw sandals flew out of his feet and hit him in the air-the straw sandals, since they broke away from the toes of the old way, became bigger and bigger in the wind, like a skip at the beginning, gradually became a millstone,Stone Honeycomb Panel, and when they reached the front of the thugs, the two broken straw sandals had become as big as two hills. Blocking the sun, flying the dust and mud on the soles of the old man's feet, and bombarding the evil servants and goons like Mount Tai! There was no need to say much about what happened next; I only knew that the tyrant and rich family would come to Xingyan's house to give gifts to make amends on New Year's Day and other festivals. Just now Xingyan thanked the old Taoist priest for this. However, after thanking, see Qinghe pretend to be deaf and dumb, wake up and look at the endless green hills in the distance, leisurely said: "Oh, Qinghe you are really, we Taoist,Agate Slabs For Sale, should be quiet and do nothing.". It's always wrong to fight and kill. "Hum!" Listen to wake up to say so, Qinghe old way finally can not help, angry way: "What a brat! He even made sarcastic remarks!"! Then let me ask you, what would you do? "Oh, it's my turn." See the old way anxious, wake up suddenly great joy, laughed and said: "For me?"? Naturally, we have to come to the door with our swords, so that these bullies who bully the people can '! "From now on. "Cough." When the matter came to an end, he suddenly remembered another thing and asked: "Qinghe old man, why did you think of asking me to meet at the'Siguo Cliff '?"? Strangely, when I left that year, I didn't know there was any thinking cliff in Horseshoe Mountain. "This-" Hesitate, Qinghe ha ha a smile: "In fact, I later set up this thought cliff for my disciples who have made mistakes to relax.". The scenery here is good. My father and son haven't seen each other for more than a year. Naturally, they want to find a beautiful place to meet each other solemnly. "Oh?"? Ture The young man was always a little dubious about what he had said seriously from the mouth of Qinghe old man, so he looked around. 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At this time, a ray of sunshine came from behind, and there was a brilliant rainbow in the mist of the waterfall. In front of us, on the cliff from south to north, the vines are green and green, and the vines are hanging everywhere. White mountain birds and brown wild monkeys fly and jump together in the suspended vines, which adds a bit of vitality to the picturesque mountain screen. Seeing this kind of dust weather, which is suitable for both movement and quietness, Rao Xingyan was well-informed and could not help but praise it. Listening to his praise for the scenic spots he had discovered, Lao Dao could not help but be pleased and proud Qinghe. However, just then, a gust of mountain wind blew, but Xingyan heard a faint noise coming from the wind. Lao Dao, why is there a hubbub of voices in this quiet place? Although the voice of the people coming with the wind is not loud, it can be heard clearly in the ears of the master of Sihai Hall, who has a keen sense of hearing. Hearing this question, the Qinghe's face flashed a look of embarrassment, and then, as usual, he reached out and patted his head, as if he had just remembered something now. By the way, Xingyan, I haven't taken you around the Siguo Cliff yet. You come with me. Qinghe real people in Horseshoe Mountain, like a guide with people to play at this time, are chattering with teenagers and saying: "We followed the stone steps, got off the viewing platform, and came to the bottom of the valley with the most beautiful scenery of Siguo Cliff in Horseshoe Mountain." "Ah, there are stone steps here." Only then did Xingyan discover that there was a stone path beside the natural stone platform stretching out of the mid-mountain at his feet, spiraling down to the bottom of the cliff below. Picking up the steps and down to the bottom of the valley, Xingyan found that the stone platform just now was flying overhead, and there was a hole in the sky below. It was from here that the noise of the people just now came. At this moment, in this mountain valley, there is a group of tourists dressed as scholars, about a dozen, shaking their heads and reciting poems beside the spring at the bottom of the cliff. It seems that this group of literati and scholars are imitating the elegant things of the ancients, drinking and writing poems there. The mountain spring stream at the bottom of Siguo Cliff comes from the half-acre waterfall pool in the south, flows through a round bluestone high in the south and low in the north, meets a stone wall in the north, and flows back from the other way, just turning into a canal. In front of this group of literati and poets, they took a wooden bowl filled with water and wine, put it in the gurgling stream, floated in front of someone, then reached out and took out a poem. 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