Sword Qi Hengqiu

Feng Qiong and the wild thief looked at Bu Fanshuang with a smile, but Bu Fanshuang didn't even bother to give him a look, and only smiled lightly, changing the topic.

They were chatting, Bian Chenwu also came back.Bu Fanshuang's attitude towards Bian Chenwu, the young lady of Gushan, was not bad, and there was nothing wrong with the four of them sitting together, but just after Bian Chenwu sat down and said a few words, an unexpected visitor came.

Wannian, the qin master in the teahouse, only played those few ditties, and his ears got tired of listening to them over and over again. Unexpectedly, just now, beside the sound of the qin, there was a mountain and flowing water.

Ling Rangjin's ears moved: "This luthier seems to be better at temperament than the previous one."

Bu Fanshuang said: "The teahouse is a place for chatting and joking. It's a bit pretentious to enjoy the mountains and rivers."

He stopped for a while, and laughed again: "Oh, maybe the qin player doesn't want the ordinary people to understand, but only the person in his heart to understand."

Ling Rangjin flicked the fake drunk flower Yin: "Fan Shuang, do you have something to say?"

Bu Fanshuang turned her head and smiled at him: "Isn't that Mr. Lian very fond of elegant things? I guess he played this piece."

Ling Rangjin sighed half-truthfully, "Fan Shuang remembers it so clearly, could it be that he has taken a fancy to that Mr. Lian?"

"Don't dare to take away someone's love." Bu Fanshuang rested her chin on one hand, "Mr. Lian's heart is always an immortal, how can you hurt his heart so much?"

The two of them were working hard to come and go, and when the song ended on the other side, there was applause outside the private room, and people's compliments could be heard through the bamboo curtains and screens: "Mr. , for the contemporary Boya."

Bu Fanshuang raised her eyes: "Is he famous?"

Ling Rangjin was also at a loss.Bian Chenwu coughed softly: "I didn't know before, but when I came back just now, I heard people talking about it, saying that in recent years, many monks like to be arty and don't pay much attention to cultivation. Instead, they started playing the piano and painting. A poetry society, sometimes imitating the ancients, Qushui Liushang. Lian Gu seems to be the best among them, with many admirers."

Bu Fanshuang smiled and said, "How is the realm?"

Bian Chenwu was silent for a moment, and said euphemistically: "A small number of people can enter the Immortal League, and Lian Gu is considered to be the best in the period, and his strength is not bad."

Ling Rangjin also asked, "What else do you do besides reciting poems and composing Fu?"

Bian Chenwu smiled wryly and said, "I haven't heard of what else they did, anyway, there are few heroes."

Feng Qiongye hissed: "I haven't done any good deeds, and I don't practice, so how do they become famous as monks? Is it poetry and songs? Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

Bian Chenwu whispered helplessly, "Are you telling the truth?"

The other three nodded at the same time, and Bian Chenwu said in a low voice: "I just went to read it out of curiosity. Their self-confident poems, songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings are very ordinary, and they are famous mainly because of... wind, flowers, snow and moon. I heard a lot Miss Gongzi is very fond of them, and many of them are among men and women, so they are called romantic. They may sleep in flowers and sleep in willows, or get entangled with many people, such rumors are countless."

The other three said in unison.Bu Fanshuang said with a shameless smile: "They are famous far and wide. Those who know say they are monks, but those who don't know think they are practicing Huanxi Zen."

Ling Rangjin also frowned slightly: "There's nothing wrong with liking something, but you shouldn't... be so half-hearted. Not practicing or not doing anything is worthless, but this is already considered a loss of virtue."

"These things are just a way to attract beauties." Feng Qiongye rolled his eyes and said, "We also have them over there, and they must use idioms when speaking, but unfortunately few of them use it correctly. Tomorrow, I will talk about painting with a bunch of unclear terms, and I must mix a few sentences of foreign language. In fact, I can fail in college English, and my circle of friends hurts the spring and autumn. A couple of sentences are enough. I really doubt they know one hundred years of solitude. Oh, and the Norwegian Forest."

When he was explaining some words in his words to the three confused people, the compliments outside the door finally subsided a lot. Someone came to the private room and knocked on the door politely. Bu Fanshuang raised his eyebrows and said Feng Qiongye, who was closest to the door, immediately said, "Please come in."

After Lian Gu's face appeared behind the bamboo curtain, he was holding a piano in his arms and four invitation cards in his hand, his eyes lit up when he saw Ling Rangjin: "Immortal Venerable."

Ling Rangjin nodded: "Young Master Lian, we meet again, what's the matter?"

"I'm sending invitations to the four of you." Lian Gu smiled and said, "Xianzun, the deputy leader, Feng Louzhu and Qiu Gongzi are the distinguished guests on my seat, so I naturally want to send them in person. , so it was brought forward. Tomorrow, I will wait for a few great drivers on the Wangfei Lake painting boat outside the city.

Bu Fanshuang didn't squint after hearing this, but still looked at Ling Rangjin, but raised her hand to hold the four invitations that Lian Gu put on the table with her drunken flowers: "It's a pity, I just accepted a task, If I want to leave Xianmeng to host some events for the League, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the boat painting appointment."

Lian Gu's smile remained unchanged: "That's really a great pity. If Mr. Qiu doesn't come, the boat will lose its luster."

"Mr. Lian." Bu Fanshuang laughed, his eyebrows were raised, unlike Ling Rangjin's gentle look, he looked lazy: "Apart from the four of us, did you invite other people from Xianmeng?"

Lian Gu said: "I invited Elder Suzaku and his subordinate Mr. Le Zhan to the Immortal League. Elder Suzaku had no time to go, but Mr. Le agreed to the banquet. Besides, I listened to Mr. Qiu's opinion. Sure enough, he is an interesting person, and he has agreed."

When Bu Fanshuang heard Su Changying's name, she nodded happily.When Bian Chenwu and Feng Qiongye heard Le Zhan's name, they both frowned.

Lian Gu observed his words and expressions: "But what's wrong?"

"No." Feng Qiongye said with a grin, "it's just unfortunate that Shen Wu and I have some private affairs these few days, so we may not be able to spare the time, if we don't have time to go tomorrow, we will apologize to Mr. Lian here. "

Lian Gu hurriedly said: "The matter of the two of you is very important. We have brought this matter up temporarily. We haven't asked you if you are free, so how can we afford to wait for the landlord's words. If you can spare time, I will give you a face."

Feng Qiongye learned the essence of his second master's sarcasm and non-smile, and simply complied.

Lian Gu asked rounds and rounds, and finally cast his eyes on Ling Rangjin. His eyes were so earnest that Ling Rangjin almost blurted out and I didn't want to go.

However, before his words reached his lips, someone kicked his leg lightly, and he didn't need to think about it to know which uncle was secretly beckoning.

Bu Fanshuang obviously wanted to play a big game, if he lost his interest, he might not know what the Mozun would do in the end.Ling Rangjin had no choice but to nod and smile, "I'll go there myself."

Lian Gu and Bu Fanshuang showed satisfied expressions at the same time, and the Immortal Venerable instantly had two heads on top of each other.Feng Qiongye and Bian Chenwu knew that they were just incidental, and watched the turmoil between the three of them with great interest.

Of course, Xianzun was forced to participate in the ups and downs.

Lian Gu used a few instructions about the time and place, for fear that Ling Rang would change his mind and not leave, and finally got the promise of the Immortal Venerable that he would definitely go before leaving.

Bian Chenwu said: "Among them, he is the only one who has some real talents and learning, and he is considered clean and self-sufficient. I haven't heard that he is entangled with anyone."

"The vision is not bad either." Feng Qiongye laughed and laughed, "Look at who they are chasing."

Bu Fanshuang was not angry either, and drank tea leisurely, not knowing what to think.

It was nearly dusk after a long meal, Feng Qiongye made some wine and food again, the four of them chatted for a while, the sky was already dark, the lights came up, and as far as the eye could see, Kyushu was at peace, under the dim yellow lanterns, the pedestrians remained undiminished, still noisy more than.

Feng Qiongye gently held Bian Chenwu's hand, and said in a low voice, "Would you like to go out for a walk with me?"

Bian Chenwu nodded, the two of them bid farewell to Ling Rang and Bu Fanshuang, and went to the lake outside the city.

Bu Fanshuang shook the wine in the pot: "Bring the wine, let's go out for a walk too? It just so happens that I can borrow flowers to present Buddha, and catch the disciple's light."

Under the glazed lamp, Ling Rangjin smiled softly, crossed his hands and propped his face: "What good idea did he come up with?"

Bu Fanshuang picked up the jug and held Xianzun's hand: "You will know if you look at it?"

The sky is like a splashed ink painting scroll, completely dark, only the cold stars are not extinguished, turning into a gorgeous galaxy.As soon as Bu Fanshuang and Ling Rangjin walked to the hillside of Suyin Mountain on the outskirts of the city, they saw thousands of fireworks bursting up by the lake not far away.The fiery trees and silver flowers shot straight into the sky, exploding various patterns in the air.

After the peony blooms, the phoenix sings up, and then the Milky Way pours down, falling into the eyes of the lover.So what about the two galaxies in the sky and the earth, it is never time and distance that can stop lovesickness.

The bright fireworks finally formed the shape of swallows. Feng Qiongye by the lake embraced Bian Shenwu from behind and raised his eyes to look at the fireworks: "When I went to buy fireworks, I happened to see swallow-shaped ones, and suddenly I remembered that one day I heard fairy There are girls in the league singing the spring feast. I just... want to buy it and show it to you."

Spring banquet, a glass of green wine singing again.I would like to worship Chen Sanyuan again: one wish for Langjun to be a thousand years old, two wish for his concubine to be healthy, and three wish to see each other like Liang Shangyan every year.

"Although we two big men can't say that we are a concubine, but I think the last sentence is quite good." Feng Qiongye buried his face in Bian Chenwu's neck, and said with a soft smile, "We see each other every year. "

Bian Chenwu's ears were a little red, he laughed: "It's really good, I really... like it very much."

Bu Fanshuang on the mountain handed the wine to Ling Rangjin: "What do you want to say?"

Ling Rangjin looked at the fireworks with smiles in his eyes: "May every year be like this night."

Bu Fanshuang smiled and asked, "How is tonight?"

"Lovers will eventually get married." He took the jug and took a sip, "Lovers don't have to complain about Yaoye, and don't need to be lovesick."

Bu Fanshuang held his wrist and pulled him into his arms, and they hugged each other under the moon.Behind is the world of mortals, splendid and prosperous.In the bosom is the whole heart, the love of this life.Ling Rangjin was filled with joy, and felt that the devilish energy in his heart had finally dissipated.

At this moment, through the shoulder of his sweetheart, he saw a snow-white chubby bird coming from the mountain behind Suyin, passing by the fireworks, and slowly flying towards him.

Xianzun stretched out his hand, and the little fat bird landed on his hand, combed its feathers, and tilted its head and chirped.

Ling Rangjin smiled, he leaned into Bu Fanshuang's arms, and said softly: "Fanshuang, I have some good news for you, can you get Xiao Bi back?"

The author has something to say: Feng Qiongye: Isn't this romantic?You touch your conscience and say, isn't it romantic!

Spring feast, sing with a glass of green wine.I wish Chen three wishes again: first, I wish my husband a thousand years; second, I wish my concubine a long and healthy life; ——Feng Yansi's "Long Life Girl"

Lovers don't have to complain about the night, and don't need to be in love——A poem by Zhang Jiuling