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Everyone sat on their horses, their eyes all looking towards the Daqing Mountain which was already very far away.

At the end of the field of vision, the outline of Daqing Mountain gradually became clear. As expected, the entire picture in the pattern could be seen, and the size and proportion were almost the same.

During the transition period between spring and summer, the Daqing Mountain is covered with lush greenery, like a long green dragon circling almost to the sky, and its appearance is very majestic.

The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, as if covered with a mysterious veil, which makes people feel awe.

"There's a pavilion over there."

They had been staring at the direction of Daqing Mountain for a long time. No one could see what it was, but Xiaoman couldn't help looking around. When he saw that everyone was beginning to come back to their senses, he pointed in a direction not far away.

Everyone turned around and noticed a pavilion about ten feet further down the road. On it were three large characters written in cursive script, but the ink was a bit blurry and it was hard to make out what they were from a distance.

"Let's go take a look!" Xu Zize said, spurring his horse forward, followed by several others. The clatter of horse hooves was particularly clear on the quiet country road. As they approached the pavilion, the faint writing on it became faintly discernible: "Shelter from the Rain."

Although the three words are a bit mottled, one can still feel the heroism and boldness with which they were written.

The pavilion stands quietly, with a simple overall structure, yet it reveals its due solemnity and elegance in the details.

The pavilion's roof is a single-eaved hip-and-gable style, with neatly arranged blue-gray tiles and slightly upturned eaves, lending it a quaint and graceful feel. The columns are made of uncarved logs, exuding a natural beauty in their simplicity, while the column bases are intricately carved with curling grass patterns, exuding a rugged elegance. The traces of time have left a faint moss on these column bases, adding a sense of timelessness.

The pavilion's floor is paved with bluestone. Though lacking in luxurious decoration, it appears smooth and warm due to the polishing of time. The surrounding railings are simple yet elegant, with several horizontal bars running through them, and the clean lines outline a rustic beauty.

The pavilion is surrounded by farmers' land, and the swaying green plants complement the pavilion, as if it is a perfect fusion of nature and humanity. The pavilion is not small, and it can shelter at least ten people from wind and rain.

After approaching the pavilion, several people dismounted and threw the reins to Xiaoman.

Standing in the pavilion and looking towards the Daqing Mountain, I felt that the pattern was painted at the location of the pavilion.

One can even imagine an old man sitting on a stone bench, paintbrush in hand, gazing out at the Daqing Mountains, brushstroke by brushstroke upon the canvas before him. The brush dances across the paper, each stroke imbued with awe and love for the Daqing Mountains, as if to imbue the mountain's spirit into the painting.

"This location is not close to the official road, nor is it the entrance to the village. Who would waste money to build such a large pavilion?"

Xiao Man had already tied his horse to a tree and was talking loudly as he came over. The question he raised was also what puzzled everyone. Building such a grand pavilion in such a remote place was indeed a bit puzzling.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Man's words were heard by an old man who was working in the fields nearby. The old man was tired from working, and after hearing this, he saw several people and became curious.

He simply stopped to rest and took over Xiao Man's question: "It was built by a wealthy family in Jiangnan. They said it was a pavilion for people passing by to rest. It has been under construction for more than ten years.

"I remember it clearly! It was built in the 11th year of the Daqing reign, and the emperor was replaced two years later." The old man's voice was a little hoarse, but his tone carried the calmness of time.

Jing Chunxi looked towards Xu Zize, who didn't move or look back, but he must have heard what the old man said, as he was looking at Daqingshan quietly without moving.

In the eleventh year of the Daqing reign, fifteen years ago, Xu Zize was already in his mother's womb. Three years later, his family was forced to leave for Lingnan.

Jing Yi stared at the pavilion in a daze for a while, then looked at the silent Xu Zize. Suddenly, he nudged Xiao Man with his elbow and said, "Go and have a chat with that old man."

Xiaoman was about to go forward, but then thought about it and ran towards the horse. He took off all the dry food hanging on the horse's head.

He ran towards the ridge where the old man was sitting, and like a wild child, he walked up to the old man without saying a word and sat next to him.

The neatly dressed children were obviously from well-off families, and they did not look down on the old man. Instead, they moved closer to him, which made the old man feel much better.

Xiaoman sat in the She field with the old man as if nothing had happened, Jing Chunxi went over and squatted not far from the old man, and Jing Yi went over and picked up the hoe to help the old man weed.

The hoe made a "crunching" sound in the soil, which was particularly crisp.

Xiaoman reached into the cloth bag, took one of the two meat buns in her mouth, and handed the other one to the old man: "Grandpa! Please eat it." A cloth bag of food was also stuffed into his arms.

The old man glanced at Xiao Man, then looked at Jing Yi and Jing Chunxi, and finally at Xu Zize, who was staring at Daqing Mountain in the pavilion without saying a word. He did not refuse Xiao Man's kindness. He accepted the cloth bag without saying thank you, but just gave a kind smile.

"Old woman, there is food, come here quickly." The old woman seemed to be planting some seeds, not far from the ridge of the field. When she heard the call, she looked in their direction but did not move.

"Come here and take a rest. There are meat buns for you to eat." Hearing this, the old woman stood up, wiped her dirty hands on herself, and walked towards them.

The old man broke the meat bun in his hand and gave each of them half. The old woman also sat next to him. Before she even took a bite of the bun, she thanked him repeatedly: "It's delicious, thank you!"

After watching the old man take two bites of his meat buns, Xiao Man asked, "Isn't that wealthy Jiangnan family really short of money? Why are they so wasteful?"

As soon as Xiao Man said this, the old man started talking: "Look at what you said, rich people are not like us, they can eat it and it is not a waste?

That wealthy businessman said his family was in this area, and his descendants had returned to search for their relatives, bringing a lot of materials toward Daqing Mountain. A hint of nostalgia crossed the old man's face, as if he had returned to that bustling scene of the past.

After thinking about it, he said, "Maybe they're building their ancestral home and tomb. I don't know which village they belong to, but they're really lucky. Maybe they've already built the ancestral hall, village roads, and clan school."

He took a bite of his bun and said with envy, "They say Daqing Mountain is spiritual! Some villages have produced successful candidates in the imperial examinations. This wealthy family is so wealthy, it must be because of the good feng shui of our Daqing Mountain. Maybe they built a tomb for their ancestors and made a fortune."

Later, Xiao Man still tried to steer the conversation back to the pavilion and Daqing Mountain, repeatedly asking about the wealthy families in Jiangnan. The old man did ramble on a lot, but it was all hearsay about past dynasties or his own memories of the village.

Seeing they couldn't get any more information out of her, and that it was already late, the old woman finished her meat buns and went back to work in the fields. They then turned around and said goodbye, spurring their horses back to Qingshan Villa.

The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away on the country road, leaving only the mysterious pavilion, quietly guarding the land, as if telling stories of the dusty past.

The next three days of climbing were tiring.

The four of them set out before dawn. When the crowing of roosters could still be heard faintly in the distance, they had already set out on the mountain road.

Jing Yi led the way, and the others carried water and dry food on their backs. They climbed all the mountains in the picture, from the foot to the top.

The mountain road is rugged and full of thorns. Sometimes the stones under your feet are loose, which makes people feel scared.

One day, they had walked too far and had not yet returned before nightfall, so they had to stay in the mountains. They found a relatively flat place in the forest, lit a bonfire, sat around it, roasted some dry food, listened to the rustling of leaves in the night wind, and seemed to feel the breath of nature.

But the mountains were still mountains, the soil was still soil, there were quite a few stones, and the trees were even more lush and green. There was no sign of any difference between the several consecutive peaks, and there was nothing strange that made them think more deeply.

They searched carefully, hoping to find some unique clues, but ultimately found nothing. Every climb, every exploration, made them tired, but also made them more determined to solve the mystery.

"I won't look for it anymore. I'll talk to you later!" Only when Xu Zize finally spoke did he finally stop searching. There was a hint of helplessness in his voice, but also a sense of relief.

On the way back from the mountain, Jing Chunxi and Xu Zize fell behind. Xu Zize did not seem very depressed. Instead, he smiled slightly, as if he had accepted the result.

Jing Chunxi comforted him, saying, "Some things may not turn out as expected if you try hard to find the answers. Everything requires an opportunity, just like the picture you saw last time." Her voice was gentle and firm, comforting herself and Xu Zize.

"When we get to Yamen Village, I'll ask my grandparents. You can also go back and ask your father, the King of Yan. Maybe they know something."

She paused, then continued, "Some things may take time to settle and wait for the right time."

Xu Zize looked at Xiaoxiao and was comforted by the girl's life insights that were beyond her age.

He knew the girl was worried about him, and perhaps because of his long silence, she was sensitive to his changing emotions. He quickly comforted her, saying, "It's okay. It's been so long, maybe some traces have been erased long ago."

His voice was low and gentle, comforting her, and also seemed to be comforting himself: "If it weren't for Xier, we wouldn't know that there was something strange in the pattern! Brother Xiaokang is not in a hurry. Even if we don't know what secrets Daqingshan has in the future, Brother Xiaokang and King Yan will only have regrets and will not hold on to it. We are not the kind of people who like to entangle." He smiled slightly, with a hint of calmness in his eyes.

By the time we returned to the village, it was already dark, the night as black as ink, with tiny lights twinkling in the distance. Although the meal was simple, everyone ate with gusto, perhaps because they had been eating dry food for several days in a row. The simple meal also soothed their tired bodies and minds.

After standing up, Xu Zize said, "Everyone is tired, have a good rest!"

He turned around and said to Jing Chunxi, "Take a day off. I'll take Xi'er to the capital for a tour the day after tomorrow."