Zhao Ⅰ·Bu Weiyue

A boy saw the young man in white hurrying out of the main hall, and stepped forward with a lantern.Wang Qingming took the lantern from him, stroked his fluffy hair, said "thank you" with a smile, and went back to Yunshengjiehai.

There is a bamboo forest in Yunsheng Jiehai, which has accumulated over many years.The only path in the forest, with lanterns hanging on both sides.There is a stone pavilion, which is the "Tongyou Pavilion" inscribed by the first generation Tongxuan Patriarch himself.The wine is warming in the Tongyou Pavilion, and the aroma of the wine is overflowing.Waiting for meditation at the stone table is a Taoist who does not belong to Tongxuan.This person's face is handsome and cold, with sharp edges and corners, and the little pearl on his forehead is very eye-catching.His long gray hair was combed up with a cumbersome crown, and he was dressed in a black and white Taoist robe, which was quite different from the usual ones.This person does not belong to any family in Zhongzhou, he is really a wandering cloud wild crane.His name is rarely seen in the world, "The way is mysterious, but the world is mortal".

Forget that Qingming comes on the moon, and it falls gently, without disturbing a bamboo leaf.

"You are really getting slower and slower, are you old? Instead of eating and drinking here, why don't you retire earlier, Weishan slows down?" But Chenhuan slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes contained thousands of stars.This person's appearance, born like this, is amazing.

Getting used to his complaints, Wang Qingming patted his forehead and blamed himself with a smile: "Oh, it's Xiaosheng's fault, so I changed my name. My friend, but the world, Xiaosheng punishes himself with three glasses of wine first." He walked into the booth In the middle, I reached out to scoop up the wine.

I saw Que Chenhuan waved his right hand, Fuchen slapped Wang Qingming's paw away.He said coldly: "This is my wine, maybe you drink it first."

I should have withdrawn my hands, but Wang Qingming refused, and changed my left hand to explore.But Chen Huan snorted lightly, and the floating dust rose again.The two exchanged moves for a while, but in the end Wang Qingming seized the opportunity and got the drink.

But Duchen Fuchen waved it, put one end on his left arm, and snorted coldly: "Sect Master Nan personally taught his disciples, practiced martial arts privately, and even robbed me of wine."

Wang Qingming couldn't help smiling, feeling familiar and intimate.The two have been separated for five years, one traveled all over the world, the other entered Tongxuan, and now they meet each other, thousands of words are on their hearts.Dao Xuanji is still that Dao Xuanji, worthy of his friendship.

In front of the two of them was a cup of hot wine.Wang Qingming sniffed it carefully, and suddenly felt strange, first taste, the warm liquid enters the throat, the pine needles, bamboo leaves, and plum fragrance explode in the mouth with the mellow aroma of wine, and the aftertaste is endless. "Well, it's 'Sui Hanzhan'. It's clearly my wine. I buried the treasure in 'Luochuan Road' for several years, but you found it." I couldn't laugh or cry. "It's about time you changed your name too—wouldn't it be Mole?"

But Chen Huan picked up the wine cup, shook it gently in front of his nose, and said: "Is it because you have been poured with bad wine for too long, your sense of smell and taste have been blocked, and you have become more quarrelsome. I am still thinking, how long will it take you?" Only then can you react." Taking a small sip, a slight red appeared on the face. "What can be tasted is good wine. What can't be tasted is waste."

In fact, if it hadn't been brought by the world today, this wine would have been forgotten by Wang Qingming.

"Where have you been pursuing your kendo all these years? Have you made a breakthrough?" After drinking a cup, Wang Qingming couldn't help but take another cup.The mellow wine is crystal clear and draws a soft arc along the cup.He has a good capacity for drinking, and when the two of them were practicing in Luochuan Road, they often drank wine and invited Mingyue.But the mortal world can't drink very much, usually after three cups, you can "speak amazingly".While looking at your friends with a smile, you forget about Qingming and remind yourself not to let your friends drink too much.

The wine cup was gently placed in front of him, but Chen Huan's index finger rubbed against the wall of the cup, once and for all.The naturally cold voice replied: "I have been to many places, saw many things, and met many people. The world outside Zhongzhou is very vast, and I like it very much. So I really don't understand your choice. Join Tongxuan and bury the force .Maybe you have your intentions, and I will never stop you." Looking up at Wang Qingming, "As for the realm of swordsmanship, one day you can pick up your piano again, and you will be able to experience it."

"Friends..." Suddenly, Wang Qingming raised his head, drained the second cup of wine, and put the cup a little further away, leaving a space in front of him.With a wave of his sleeve, the moon is full and short.

"Oh? This is the qin you are using now?" But Chenhuan became interested, stretched out his hand to fiddle with it, and sighed, "Its body is like jade, and its sound is like a spring. Ya."

Wang Qingming joked: "I am very honored to be appreciated by Dao Xuanji."

But returning to his place in the mortal world, he glanced at it, "I'm talking about the qin, not you. What is this qin called?"

"The moon is waxing and waning."

But Chen Huan commented: "It's really not bad."

Wang Qingming always smiled sincerely, "I don't know if the Daoist will appreciate it, and listen to Xiaosheng play a song."

On a clear moonlit night, the stars are vast, and the Milky Way is broken.Light flowing clouds, shallow breeze, weaving a roll of early winter.Whether it is snow in spring, high mountains and flowing water, the prosperous and prosperous qin music of a hundred generations seems to be condensed under the clear strings of Weishan.Mengquan Feiyu, Lingling Rusi.

After the song is over, the bamboo shadow shakes, and the meaning is still unfinished.But listening to the mortal said: "Your piano music, let's play it to the cows, they should appreciate it better than me."

A laugh, but the eyes are always full of joy.Wang Qingming said: "If a friend can listen to a piece of music quietly every day, maybe the old disease will be cured long ago." Thinking of the fellow practitioners in Luochuan Road, when the strings of Wang Qingming moved, there would be sword energy coming from a distance, often Before the end of the song, the two were fighting in full swing.

But Chen Huan flicked the floating dust in his hand, brushing a few strands of gray hair. "Now, I'm getting well soon. It's you, when will you go back to Luochuan with me?"

Wang Qingming's eyes were three points blank, three points hopeful, "Maybe, soon."

But Chenhuan continued: "I heard that you will start investigating the Nishui Forest Region. If you need it, you can go to the old place to find me. No matter what you decide, I will walk with you."

"I remember." Wang Qingming said.The same thing has already been said by a friend.

The two looked at each other, knowing it in their hearts.

After finishing the two cups of wine in the world, the two of them stopped drinking.The Taoist's cheeks were flushed, and there was a little bit of confusion in his eyes covering the vast stars.

"...friend?" Wang Qingming stretched out his hand and swept it in front of his eyes.

But Chen Huan hesitated for a long time, and finally let out a "huh".

"The remaining Suihan cup, can Xiaosheng hide it and drink it next time?" Wang Qingming asked cautiously.

"...Um.."

Pointing to the good wine that was neglected under the stone table, Sect Leader Nan ordered someone to deliver it, "Then Shui Yunji's wine, do you want to pack it for you?"

"...don't want."

The author has something to say:

① Dao Xuanji · But the world: scattered people, holding famous swords · Ying Xuanxu.The title of the poem is "One flower is the world, one leaf knows the mystery, one word in Jinglun Hundred Diagrams, the way goes first".

②[Luochuan Road]: The place where Forget Qingming and Quechen used to practice.

Lan Tingjun: Your friend Dao Mystery · Duchen Huan brings real estate · Luochuan Road has been launched.