Changfeng crosses Baishi

All spectators who judge people by their appearance will think that Ying Changfeng's flute is just like his people, and maybe he is also deserted.Some people also speculated boldly, why such a serious person like Ying Changfeng carried a flute with him, could it be possible that when he played the flute, he changed his appearance, with bright colors on his brows?

Ying Changfeng was so beautiful that everything else became an embellishment, even if he didn't play well, there would always be people to cheer him on.

Xiao Baishi thought so too, until that part of the melody sounded like a crane chirping over a green hill.

He saw the tall white jade building, the light filled Qiongtai, the moonlight poured ninety thousand miles away, and the Milky Way flowed out of the blue sky.Again the clouds move the rivers and seas, the mountains and rivers pour into a cup of wine, singing in the boundless afterglow.The sky is far away, the sea is far away, there are deep rain and snow, and there are also falling stars. At the faintest point, it is like a wild goose going away, and it is difficult to find traces from now on.

After the song ended, Xiao Baishi still refused to recover for a long time.

What Ying Changfeng played was the vastness of the sky and the earth, the journey of the sun and the moon, and the stars are like sentient beings, without a trace of romance, and he still couldn't help but indulge in it.

He didn't speak for a while, until Ying Changfeng put away Chuiyue and said calmly: "It's over."

"What's the name of the song?" Xiao Baishi asked impatiently, he was still shocked by the beautiful image from the melody, and he thought that he would have a brilliant and broad name.

Ying Changfeng said: "No. This is a clip I got by chance after sitting alone by the seaside and listening to the sound of the waves on the first night of my cultivation."

Xiao Baishi whimsically said: "Why don't we call it 'Guan Canghai', if the journey of the sun and the moon comes out of it... It sounds like I am on the beach, the night is dark, and the stars and the sea are shining together."

He himself was excited when he said it, wishing he could pour out all his insights and write hundreds or thousands of words eloquently, and then hold it in front of Ying Changfeng and ask him "Am I right?"After making a lot of analogies, Xiao Baishi suddenly realized that the people around him seemed too quiet, so he shut his mouth unexpectedly.

Looking to the side, Xiao Baishi scratched the side of his face: "I... well, I'm so excited."

Ying Changfeng's expression was still calm, Xiao Baishi looked at him, obviously nothing changed, but he felt that Ying Changfeng's eyes were a little gentler.This thought made him laugh, when did Ying Changfeng get involved with tenderness?

After hearing his "apology", the person beside him thought for a while and said, "You can understand more than me."

"Because I have never seen the sea, I only dream in poems and essays, and the dreams are unconstrained." Xiao Baishi said, sighing with some longing, "I have never left Cuiwei Mountain since I was a child. Every time my brothers and sisters come back from the outside world, I will I love pestering them to listen to stories, now that Cuiwei Mountain is closed, I don’t know when I can go out and have a look.”

While talking, he sat on a stone casually. The flowers were fragrant and the birds were singing beside him, and the trees were shaded.

But the young ascetic in front of him was frowning, and just wanted to go to the secular world for a while.

Is this the way of the world of mortals?

Ying Changfeng didn't understand, he was silent for a long time, when even Xiao Baishi thought he couldn't speak, he said abruptly: "At night, when there is a bright moon on the sea, the silver light can illuminate the shadow of the reef just like sunlight."

"what?"

Ying Changfeng ignored this sentence and continued: "If there is no moon, the stars will be even more brilliant, like the entire Milky Way falling into the sea, and the sky and water are all shimmering for a while. It's not clear where their boundaries are. I sit there all night without feeling bored."

Xiao Baishi had no time to think about why he said these things to himself: "Then, there is always a chance for everyone to enter the Tao. Didn't you also enter the Tao one night while looking at the moon?"

Ying Changfeng shook his head: "No, at that time, the sunset glow spread thousands of miles, the sky and the earth were vast, and the sea was boundless, and I suddenly felt that only people could not be more insignificant. I have been thinking about it for many years, but I didn't know that I figured it out by mistake. Maybe this is called" Let’s enter the Tao.”

After he finished speaking, Xiao Baishi suddenly hugged his knees and raised his head to look at Changfeng, his smile suddenly brightened, as if he wasn't the one who was depressed because he couldn't get out of Cuiwei Mountain.

"I see——Ying Changfeng, you're telling me a story, aren't you?"

Ying Changfeng said: "It's okay to understand it this way, after all, you are a 'junior'. If you are depressed all day long, it will not only affect your mood, but also damage your cultivation."

The second half of the sentence sounds like human speech, but the first sentence of "junior" seems to have given Xiao Baishi a head-on blow.His unrealistic fantasies were ruthlessly cut off by Ying Changfeng before they had time to sprout, and Xiao Baishi was even more frustrated when he admitted his relationship with Xiao Heyan in words, but he felt helpless.

This is something he can't change, Xiao Baishi thought so, straightened his legs, and jumped off the stone: "Let's go."

Ying Changfeng raised his eyebrows slightly.

Xiao Baishi wanted to stretch out his hand to tug at him, but when he was halfway there, he retracted and rubbed his nose embarrassingly: "Then, aren't you going to see the Buddhist scriptures cave? Go now, it will be hard to get there if it's too late."

Ying Changfeng turned his back and followed behind respectfully rather than obediently.

The terrain of Cuiwei Mountain is complicated, Ying Changfeng followed Xiao Baishi around countless caves, thinking to himself in shock: Without him leading the way, with his current cultivation and physical strength alone, it might be too late to find out where the scripture cave is.

He slowed down for a moment and was immediately noticed by Xiao Baishi. The man who still had the figure of a young man didn't look back and asked with a smile, "What's the matter, or should I carry you for a while?"

"No need." Ying Changfeng said coldly, Xiao Baishi's shoulders slumped as expected.

Xiao Heyan's only son was not as talented as he imagined, and even seemed mediocre in terms of cultivation.According to many previous performances, other people of the same age as Xiao Baishi can stand on their own even in ordinary immortal sects, but he is still ignorant of world affairs and pure and kind.

Ying Changfeng stared at Xiao Baishi's thin back, and slowly loosened his fingers holding the piccolo at his waist.Then he took a few quick steps, and walked forward side by side with Xiao Baishi.

After turning over Fengmanlou, and then crossing a stream in the direction of the empty mountain, Xiao Baishi led him out of the cave.

Suddenly, a stone step went straight to the cloud.Climbing down the mountain again, hot sweat inevitably oozes from Ying Changfeng's forehead, he pinches his pulse secretly, frowns, and breathes evenly.

Covered by green trees, Xiao Baishi's pace slowed down, as if he was searching.

"It's all to blame for dragging you. I didn't have to go over the mountain." Xiao Baishi casually grabbed the grass and trees in the mountain, played left and right, and turned to him, "Although my cultivation has not advanced to Yujian's rapid progress, but in the mountains It’s still possible to use your strength to go easily... Oh, we’re here.”

He stretched out his hand and touched a small stone pillar twice, the top of which shimmered for a moment, flickered for a moment and then returned to silence.The scene of lush vegetation in front of him suddenly turned, and a stone door appeared.

Xiao Baishi pushed the door once, and the crack in the middle slowly opened a passage.

There is no enchantment, no mechanism, it's just such a simple secret door?Ying Changfeng was suspicious, so he took another look at the stone pillar, and when he saw the nine small holes on the top, he immediately understood: This is a mechanism lock set by Xiao Heyan, driven by spiritual power, and it needs to be rotated the correct number of times and in the correct direction for three consecutive times. It can only be opened after returning.

Although the switch is simple, Ying Changfeng doesn't have any spiritual power by his side, so he thought to himself: If I come back in the future, I might have to rely on him.

"Click", like the sound of water drops falling.

A luminous bead rolled into Xiao Baishi's palm, Xiao Baishi held the fingernail-sized bead to illuminate, but the range was limited so he couldn't see it clearly.It doesn't matter if the Taoist's cultivation has reached a certain level and his facial senses are keen, and he can see clearly at night, but what about Ying Changfeng?

Just as he was worried about whether Ying Changfeng could see in the dark, he suddenly stepped on the ground behind him, and then a piece of gravel bounced from the bottom of his foot to the wall of the corridor, Xiao Baishi was startled: "Are you okay?"

Ying Changfeng didn't speak, he turned around quickly, and the pearl light illuminated Ying Chang's pale face.

The palm of his hand was scratched by the protrusion of the stone wall, Ying Changfeng didn't care about Xiao Baishi's eyes, he casually wiped it on the hem of his clothes, and said to him: "It doesn't matter, how long will we be there?"

With only a little blood in his eyes, Xiao Baishi was terrified and grabbed Ying Changfeng's wrist without any explanation: "I'll take you away."

The man struggled for a moment, took a deep breath and followed him.

Ying Changfeng was as cold as he imagined, Xiao Baishi took two steps before he realized that he was holding Ying Changfeng, his pulse was against his palm.His body temperature was low, but his blood had a warm fishy smell like everyone else's.Just as he was organizing his words to say something so as not to let the silence continue to spread, the wrist he was holding twisted and his fingers held him.

The beating rhythm of Xiao Baishi's heart skipped a beat slightly, the pearly light moved with his heart, flickering on and off instantly.

"Be careful where you step." Ying Changfeng reminded in a deep voice.

Xiao Baishi was led by him, but he didn't realize that it was Ying Changfeng's palm that wrapped him around him.He couldn't speak a word, so he answered vaguely and led him through the corridor.

Suddenly enlightened, Xiao Baishi threw upwards, and the drop-shaped beads consciously embedded in a hole in the stone wall.Immediately, there was a soft sound of "crack", and dim lights lit up from countless corners of the stone wall, getting brighter and brighter, until these gentle lights filled the entire space, and the scripture cave showed the whole picture——

Dry and icy cold.

The wide dome and the stone-cast bookshelves on all sides are exquisite and exquisite. Among them, there are bamboo slips, silk, and books, and the shelves are arranged in different categories. Although there are many, there is no clutter.

The light is the softest, not harsh, but showing through in every corner.

Brightness made it impossible for all the thoughts to hide, Xiao Baishi quickly let go of Ying Changfeng's hand, jumped to a stone table not far away and sat cross-legged, and said with his chin resting: "You can look at it as you like, anyway, here There are no banned books, and my father will not blame me. I, I will sleep for a while...you can call me if you want to leave."

Ying Changfeng stood in front of a bookshelf for a long time without saying a word, maybe he was made small by the vast number of shelves, as if he felt powerless in the face of the vast sea.

He raised his head and began to retrieve how to classify.

Classics, scriptures, secret books... are not what he wants.

Until his eyes stopped at the column of "Dao History", Ying Changfeng's pupils shrank slightly, and his brows were almost invisibly frowned.