How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

On a moonlit night, in the bamboo forest, there is the sound of the piano.

The piano is also a part of Taoist practice, but on the way home, he only knows the tune of "Shenyou Liuhe", and the tune is very unpleasant.Fortunately, Jian Qianshan did not follow him, the sound of the piano was like flowing water coming out of the valley, and it was also like the moonlight in the sky.There was a wind passing by, which made the sound of the piano drift away with the wind, but I heard someone coming on the wind, smiling and singing a poem:

"Can't sleep at night, sit up and play the qin. Thin curtains appreciate the bright moon, and the breeze blows my lapel."

The sound of the piano didn't lag for a moment, and Xingheying stood in front of him with a smile.Jian Qianshan was sitting cross-legged on the bluestone at this moment, with an old piano lying flat on his lap.Xingheying stared at him, but he continued to play, with his eyes slightly closed, as if concentrating on the piano.Xingheying took advantage of the moonlight to see Jian Qianshan's hands playing the piano.Although the moon is not full tonight, the moonlight is still extremely clear. When the moon comes down from the cage at this time, it appears that the hands of the piano player are slender and white, very beautiful.

So Xingheying simply lifted the hem of his clothes, sat in front of him, put one hand on his knee, tilted his head and looked straight at his hand.Jian Qianshan finally paused for a while, stopped, and finally raised his eyes to look at him:

"Look at what?"

"Look at you." Xingheying blinked, still smiling all over his face, as if nothing in the world could bother him, "Master Daoist, you are so pretty."

Jian Qianshan still didn't answer, and continued to play the piano with his head closed and his eyes closed again.In the quiet bamboo forest on a moonlit night, everything was very quiet, and the sound of the zither made the bamboo grove even more empty. When playing the zither, even he seemed to be integrated into the night.And the lotus fragrance on Xingheying's body seemed very abrupt in the bamboo forest.But this fragrance is persistently lingering around him; just like Xingheying, if he says something straightforward and you ignore him, then he will relentlessly insist that you must pay attention to him. Ken give up.

It was as if at this time, Jian Qianshan didn't reply, he took off the wine gourd on his waist with a smile again, raised his head and took a sip of strong wine, and when he put down the gourd, looked up at the moon with a playful expression Smiling, he said, "The Guhong is out in the field, and the birds are singing in the northern forest. Wandering around, what will you see, worrying about being alone and sad."

When he said this, he turned his head and looked at Jian Qianshan again, with a smile on his face, and he spoke politely, but like a gentle animal: "Master Dao, I remember that the word 'Bei Lin' in this poem is used in "Poetry" The allusion of "the morning breeze, Yubi Beilin; I have not seen a gentleman, I am worried about Qinqin"; then, looking at this poem, playing the piano in the middle of the night seems to be because of something in the heart. I don’t know that Taoism grows in such a moonlight and clear wind Sitting alone at night and playing the piano, who is thinking in your heart?"

When he said this, his eyes were bright and smiling, but it was like a prodigal son teasing someone's little girl on the wall.Before Jian Qianshan raised his head, he knew that he must be smiling at this time, so he said slowly:

"Taken out of context."

At this time, when I looked up again, I could see Xingheying waiting for him to continue with a smile.Jian Qianshan slightly raised the corners of his lips: "You are not a seven-year-old child, so is it possible for a poor Taoist to teach you scriptures?"

"Daozhang, you are unreasonable." Xingheying curled his lips and gulped down his wine again, "Last time you said that there was a child and asked me to restrain myself, but now I have thrown that kid to the fate of the gods. The door came to play with you, why did you say you were looking for a child again? What happened out of context? How can I tease you out of context? "

"Pindao didn't say he doesn't like children, he just told you to restrain yourself. How can you be unrestrained if you leave the child behind?" Jian Qianshan ignored the second part of his sentence, just flicked the strings casually, and Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu ;Flicking back backwards, Xingheying frowned: "It's very nice, is it worthy of being a Taoist priest? It's so nice to play casually."

"En." Jian Qianshan responded casually. In Jianmen, the best practice of "qin" is actually Elder Mingxin, and Xingheying has quite the charm.Mostly, although playing the piano is self-cultivating, the true meaning in it must be best understood by people who are uninhibited by the world.Jian Qianshan looked up at the bright moon in the sky, suddenly moved his body, raised his hand and snatched the gourd from Xingheying's hand, and took a bite.This wine is very strong, as soon as it enters the throat, the first line is hot.Xingheying used to be addicted to alcohol, but at that time it was mostly light alcohol.

Jian Qianshan's drinking capacity was no worse than him, and when he put down the gourd, he looked like he was enjoying the show: "Master Daoist, last time I put Mongolian perspiration medicine in the tea you drank, this time you are not afraid that I will also mix it into the wine? Maybe I should take the antidote in advance?"

Jian Qianshan gave a low laugh, and even looked at him with a smile in his eyes: "You won't."

He said something lightly, and drank hard alcohol again.Wipe the wine stains at the corner of his mouth with the sleeve of his Taoist robe, and continued: "You don't like tea, so you will put medicine in the tea. Putting medicine in the wine will spoil the taste. It is too unrefined to be reckless."

"Tsk." Xingheying's speechless sound seemed to be saying how you know me so well, "Master Dao, I think you are implying that I will tie you back to Destiny and hide you."

"You can try it." Jian Qianshan said slowly, "The woods are really not easy to walk, but I just thought about it recently, since I can't walk out, why don't I set fire to it? Shiyun' paper If you get this chance, Pindao really wants to give it a try."

"...Farewell, that tree finally grew up." Xingheying's eyes twitched slightly, probably out of helplessness, "Why don't I ask the Taoist priest to burn them when I copy the old bottom of Liushanzhuang The willow tree at home?"

"A date has been fixed?" Jian Qianshan asked slowly, Xingheying only blinked:

"Fighting isn't about marrying a wife. Why don't you care if it's an auspicious day? Of course, it's a good rest for a few days, and then come to fight when they are worried about whether I will go or not."

Frowning slightly, Jian Qianshan didn't speak.Xingheying also raised his hand and scratched on the piano: "Anyway, if you see that the second senior brother doesn't look like the second senior brother one day, then we will do it."

"You..." Jian Qianshan organized his words slightly, but he couldn't hold back and asked him, "Is this to make the second brother and his son kill each other?"

"It has nothing to do with me." Xingheying spread his hands, "Do you believe me that Feng Heming came to me first?"

Jian Qianshan finally couldn't help frowning, and Xingheying plucked the piano twice again, making a mess of sounds:

"Daoist! I'm right in front of you and you still miss other men! I'm going to make a fuss! The rivers and lakes have been quiet for two days, can't you coax me and let the martial arts righteousness rest for a few days!"

"..." Jian Qianshan stuffed the wine gourd back into his hand, "Can you reason?"

"Master Daoist, you are the first one who tried to reason with the leader of the Demon Cult."