At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.

The houses are sparse and longitudinal.

There are people working in the fields.

On the ridge, the shepherd boy rides a cow and plays the flute.

There was an old man driving an ox cart with green crops and children, and singing loudly.

The song said:

"Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much. I'm going to live tomorrow, and everything will come to pass. If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will go and autumn will come. Look at the water flowing eastward, and watch the sun fall in the west at dusk. How can a hundred years be tomorrow? Please listen to my song of tomorrow......"

The children in the car also sang along.

Luo Qingzhou lifted the curtain of the car and looked at Qingcheng Mountain not far away.

The peaks are steep and towering into the sky.

The halfway mountainside is densely wooded, shrouded in clouds and mist, hazy, like a fairyland.

On the top of the mountain, a Taoist temple looms, and it is not real.

"Uncle, can you sing?"

Bai Ling asked suddenly.

Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze, turned around, lowered the curtains, looked at her and said, "No." ”

Bai Ling smiled: "Then my uncle will sing one to us, okay?" ”

Luo Qingzhou said: "What I said is no. ”

Bai Ling said with a strange face: "Isn't my uncle proficient in poetry and songs?" My uncle is so powerful, and he also won the first place in the exam, how can he not sing. ”

Luo Qingzhou said directly: "I don't want to sing it to you." ”

Bai Ling immediately pursed his mouth, turned his head and said, "Miss, my uncle bullied me." ”

Then he said: "Chanchan, my uncle bullied me." ”

Miss Qin didn't speak,

Xia Chan suddenly had a cold face and said, "Sing." ”

Bai Ling immediately clapped his hands and said proudly: "Uncle, Chanchan ordered you to sing!" ”

Luo Qingzhou glanced at Xia Chan, paused, and smiled: "Okay, listen to Chanchan." What song does Chanchan want to listen to? ”

Xia Chan didn't know how to answer, and looked at Bai Ling.

Bai Ling's face showed two shallow dimples, and he smiled: "As long as it sounds good, it's okay." ”

Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment and said, "Then sing a song "Farewell". ”

When Miss Qin heard this name, she glanced at him.

Luo Qingzhou cleared his throat and sang: "Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green, the evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is ...... outside the mountain."

Finish singing a song.

Bai Ling's face was suddenly full of excitement: "Uncle, listen well, listen well!" Is it good to teach me to sing? I'm going to sing it too! ”

Luo Qingzhou teased casually: "Call brother." ”

Bai Ling: "??? ”

Luo Qingzhou saw that Miss Qin and Xia Chan looked at each other, and hurriedly said, "Just kidding, come, sing along with my uncle......"

Bai Ling gave him a strange look.

"Outside the long pavilion, ...... by the ancient road"

Soon there was a crisp lark-like sound in the carriage.

Luo Qingzhou found that this girl is very talented in singing, much better than her own singing, whether it is her voice or musicality, she is very good.

When the carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain.

The carriage also resounded with Bailing's crisp and tactful singing: "The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered, a pot of turbidity sprinkles the remaining joy, don't dream of the cold tonight......"

"Chanchan, is it good?"

"Hmm."

Xia Chan's eyes are also shining, and she obviously likes this song very much.

"Uncle is so amazing."

Bai Ling patted his ass again, and then begged: "Uncle, teach me to sing in the future, okay?" ”

Luo Qingzhou agreed: "Okay, I will teach you to sing and Chanchan to read in the future." ”

Miss Qin glanced at him and didn't speak.

The curtain next to it was suddenly lifted from the outside, and Nangong Xueyi's voice sounded outside: "Who was singing just now?" What song is sung? Listen well! ”

Luo Qingzhou hurriedly whispered: "Bailing, don't mention me." ”

Who knew that Nangong Xueyi's ears were very sharp, and as soon as his words fell, he heard outside: "Young Master Luo, I heard it, you asked Bailing not to mention you, it was a song you wrote, right?" ”

Luo Qingzhou: "......"

Several people got up and got out of the car.

Nangong Xueyi said with a flattering face: "Bailing, can you sing me the song you just sang again?" Just intermittently, I didn't hear clearly. ”

Bai Ling couldn't refuse, and looked at his uncle.

Luo Qingzhou turned his face away, ignored her, and walked towards Miss Qin Er.

"Good sister, please, please......"

Nangong Xueyi was like a child, and directly hugged Bai Ling's arm and sprinkled coquettishly.

Bai Ling was helpless, so he had to say, "Okay." ”

"Let's go, go up the hill."

Nangong Meijiao didn't know whether to give up this sister, or felt ashamed to be too lazy to care about her, so she walked directly towards the steps up the mountain.

Zhu'er supported Miss Qin Er and followed behind.

Mei'er supported Song Ruyue and followed beside her.

Miss Qin and Xia Chan also followed.

Bai Ling followed behind, and Nangong Xueyi wrapped around her.

After walking up the steps, Bai Lingfang sang crisply and melodiously, and the singing voice and tone quickly made the whole mountain road quiet.

At this time, there are not many people climbing the mountain, but there are also tourists in groups and threes.

Originally, they were all talking while climbing the mountain, but when they heard this crisp and beautiful singing, they immediately quieted down.

In the quiet and empty mountains and forests, the singing is melodious and melodious, accompanied by beautiful tunes, and everyone listens to it in their ears, like a heavenly sound.

Qin Weimo and Song Ruyue's mother and daughter were also stupid.

"The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered...... Life is a rare reunion, only parting and ......"

Bai Ling sang a few times, and when he saw that everyone seemed to love to listen to it, he was very happy and proud, and continued to sing hard.

Everyone had a hard time climbing the mountain, but now they are all listening to the song, and they are relaxed and happy, and they have forgotten their fatigue for the time being.

At some point, a flute suddenly sounded in the forest on the right.

The flute sound was clear and melodious, and it was like an accompaniment, playing along with the tune in Bailing's mouth, and the two sang and harmonized, becoming more and more harmonious and better.

Bai Ling was immersed in his own singing, but he didn't even notice it.

The others, on the other hand, glanced into the woods on the right, but saw no human figure, only the sound of a flute.

The sound of the flute gradually merged with the singing, and everyone did not think much about it, and continued to listen with great joy.

When he was halfway up the mountain, Bai Ling finally couldn't hold it anymore, stopped, and said breathlessly: "No, I'm so tired......"

Everyone else was panting tiredly, their faces were red, and their sideburns were covered with sweat.

Miss Qin Er was already drenched in sweat, and her whole body was weak, and Zhu'er took a handkerchief, helped wipe the sweat on her forehead, and said, "Miss, sit down and rest." ”

The crowd sat down on the next steps and rested.

Nangong Xueyi wiped her sweat and praised her: "Bailing's voice is so good, he was born to sing, no wonder he is called Bailing." ”

Bai Ling was very happy when he heard the compliment, and he didn't even say a modest word, and glanced at his uncle proudly.

Nangong Meijiao looked at the forest on the right, and her face showed a hint of vigilance.

The sound of the flute also disappeared as the singing stopped, and the piper, from beginning to end, did not appear.

When Bai Ling was talking to Nangong Xueyi, a bird suddenly flew out of the forest and landed on the steps next to her, with two small round eyes, looking at her curiously, and calling "chirp" in his mouth.

Bai Ling looked at it and said, "Bird, do you like to hear me sing too?" ”

The bird tilted its head, still chirping.

Bai Ling was very happy, stretched out his hand, tried to touch it, thought it would be frightened and flew away immediately, but the bird was still standing in place, tilting its head and looking at her curiously.

Bai Ling's fingers lightly touched its head, and then he stroked its soft feathers in surprise, and said happily: "Bird, aren't you afraid of me?" ”

The bird "chirped", as if to say that it was not afraid.

Bai Ling became more and more happy.

"Sister Bailing, I want to touch it too."

When Zhu'er saw this scene, she immediately walked over happily.

Before it could get closer, the bird suddenly flapped its wings and flew away.

Zhu'er suddenly froze in place, a little aggrieved: "I haven't even approached yet, why is it afraid of me, but not Sister Bailing?" ”

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the forest on the right: "The gulls and herons just forgot the machine?" ”

When everyone heard this, they immediately turned their heads to look.

Nangong Meijiao stood up and put her hand on her waist.

Xia Chan also stood up and clenched the sword in her hand.

A middle-aged Taoist aunt wearing a Taoist robe, holding a dust whisk and a bamboo flute pinned to her waist, walked out of the forest, glanced at a few people with a light expression, bowed her head slightly and said: "Just now, this female layman sang beautifully, but there was no accompaniment. ”

Everyone saw that she was wearing a Qingyunguan robe, and saw that she had an extraordinary bearing, so they hurriedly got up to salute.

Bai Ling was curious: "Dao Chief, what is the Gull and Heron forgetting the machine?" ”

The female Taoist priest smiled faintly, did not explain, and looked at the group.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and said: "Forgetting the machine is a Taoist language, which means forgetting the heart of scheming and cunning, being willing to be calm, and having no quarrel with the world. Gull and heron forget the machine, that is, if a person has no cunning heart, even the alien is willing to get close to him. ”

The female Taoist priest looked at him, paused, and asked, "Does that son know the allusion to this word?" ”

Luo Qingzhou nodded and said directly: "A long time ago, there was a fisherman who was particularly fond of water birds, and every time he went out to sea, he frolicked with water birds, and hundreds of water birds often flew to play with him. One day, his father said to him, "I have heard that the waterfowl are willing to play with you, so catch a few and bring them home for me to drink, and the fisherman agrees." The next day, the fisherman went out to sea. He was bent on catching a few for his father, but the waterfowl just circled and flew above his head, but they didn't fall. ”

After speaking, he added: "If a person can forget the opportunity, the bird will not doubt; As soon as the man and machine move, the bird will move away. ”

The female Taoist priest looked at him and nodded approvingly.

Bai Ling frowned, still puzzled: "Uncle, but just before Zhu'er approached, the bird flew, and Zhu'er didn't want to hurt it." ”

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, then looked at Zhu'er, and asked, "Zhu'er, when you just saw that bird, did you subconsciously think in your heart, at such a close distance, as soon as your flying knife is shot, this stupid bird will die, right?" ”

Zhu'er looked at him with wide eyes, wanting to shake her head in denial, but after thinking about it carefully, the first thought of seeing the bird landing on the ground seemed to be exactly that......

She even subconsciously wanted to touch the flying knife on her waist.

However, how could my uncle know?

She looked at the young man in a Confucian robe in front of her in a daze, and when she thought of his peerless demeanor in the Golden Cicada Temple that day, she felt more and more mysterious that he was unpredictable.

Luo Qingzhou said: "Man and nature have the same heart. The form can be deceived, but God cannot be deceived. My god moves slightly, and his god knows. Therefore let not the heart give birth to evil, for God will know it. ”

The female Taoist priest looked strange, hugged the dust, and bowed her head slightly: "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, what the son said is very much in line with my Taoist sentiments." ”

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