On March 3, the weather was clear, the warm breeze was refreshing, and the sun was just a pole high, and the pedestrians had arrived. Naturally, people who come are famous for a generation, and people who don't have a special contract, or people who feel good about themselves to the top, usually don't come by themselves. In view of the fact that the celebrities of the place once held a literary festival here, the usual tourists also took the initiative to avoid it.

There is a long pavilion on the shore of the lake, there are stone tables and stone benches in it, and there is a corridor leading to the orchid pavilion in the lake, and the servants of the family add brocade in the long pavilion and the pavilion in the center of the lake, and put on wine, food, fruits, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, etc., which immediately becomes a good place for leisure.

When everyone meets, they naturally have to call for some scenes, and then some of them sit in pairs and talk about it, and some of them look up at the lake and mountains. Yuancheng knew that Wang Xizhi would write the unprecedented "Lanting Collection Preface" today, and he was extremely excited, waiting for this moment to come, since the Tang Dynasty, no one has ever seen the real work, and he can see him write it with his own eyes, this kind of time is unique!

In a short time, there are forty or fifty celebrities, all of whom are natural figures who are famous and moving, and most of the elites of the contemporary literary world are already here. In addition, there are many cardamom women with outstanding faces and bright lights passing around the left and right, and the sound of warblers and swallows is fragrant. These are naturally not old relatives, but prostitutes, sadly, no one will bring their wives with them on this kind of occasion, they are all courtesans and the like, even Xuanyuan Po also brought courtesans with him. At the same time, they are all famous and famous prostitutes, and vulgar fans are not qualified.

The grandfathers marry their wives, which must be dignified and dignified, and the ladies are noble, so the ladies have more face when they are around. But on informal occasions, it is definitely not possible to bring a lady, all of them are dignified and demure, and their actions are moderate, where do the grandfathers have the inspiration and passion to compose poems? At this moment, it is natural that the women of the Qinglou who can speak and sing, can be coquettish and can make a fuss, can respond to the scene, so the grandfathers are all closely connected, and do not bring their wives to participate. Naturally, there are also prostitutes without them, such as Yuancheng, Seven Heroes of the Bamboo Forest, Zhi Daolin and others.

Of course, most of the celebrities know each other, but there are many housekeepers, courtesans, jugglers and other people who come to the lake, and there are more than 100 people in total, so there are many people who don't understand, but these people can't enter the Huxin Pavilion without winning the call, and the Huxin Pavilion can only enter unless the people who are qualified enough. Dao Jin was not qualified to attend, Xuanyuan Po saw his senior brother's face, and also made a special appointment with him, but he just sat silently on the shore and rarely talked to people.

Yuancheng and Xuanyuan Po, Wang Ningzhi, Qixia and others sat in the lake pavilion while drinking and talking about idle talk, Xuanyuan Po suddenly said "Huh", staring at the lake shore of a young scribe. Yuan Cheng followed his eyes, and saw that the man was about forty years old, with a wide and flat forehead, far-reaching vision, a face as white as jade, a black beard equal to five inches, with an elegant and graceful atmosphere, and a smart and confident attitude. He did not go on and on to taste the wine in his cup, and did not speak to anyone.

This person is certainly outstanding, but all the people who came today are celebrities, and they are better looking and more handsome than him, and it is really not worth making a fuss about, but Xuanyuan Po has always stared at that person.

Yuan Cheng felt extraordinary, and asked softly, "Who is this?"

Xuanyuan Po inhaled slightly, and then pressed his nose before saying: "I don't know who he is, but my cloud blowing hand was taught by him, when I saw him twenty years ago, he was like this, and he didn't change for half a minute." ”

Yuan Cheng was taken aback, there has been no change in twenty years, isn't it an immortal? Xuanyuan Po's cloud hand is extremely powerful, but it is not the same ordinary skill, this person can teach him to blow the cloud hand, and his martial arts are naturally even more superb.

Yuan Cheng asked, "He taught you martial arts, you don't know his name?"

Xuanyuan Po shook his head, "I was only ten years old at that time, I met him on the road, he looked at me a few times, and when he appeared in my room at night, he asked me if I would rather learn martial arts. I said I didn't want to learn, and he advised me to learn some self-defense and self-protection, so that I could avoid danger when I encountered danger in the future. He left me a secret and told me to practice according to the formula, and then he appeared a few times to instruct me, and after I learned it, he took the secret with him, and never appeared again. ”

"Then go and make a call to him. ”

"No, he refused to tell me my name when he passed on his art, and he did not allow me to recognize him in the future, presumably he would rather me go to see him, not hastily. He had strictly ordered that he should not tell outsiders about this matter, and that he should not pass on the hand of the cloud to others, and I have nothing to say to you, and I have only told you for the first time now. ”

Yuancheng was even more curious, and looked at the person hard, and the person suddenly looked over, and he didn't know whether it was right or whether it was Xuanyuan Po and nodded slightly, so he turned to the other side. Could it be that he could listen to him if he spoke softly so far away?

There was no sharp light in that person's eyes, and there was no feeling of internal qi on his body, and he couldn't sense any extraordinary energy field, which was no different from ordinary literati, it was really hard to believe that he had martial arts, but Xuanyuan Po's words naturally wouldn't deceive people, and Yuan Cheng almost couldn't help but go over and take a look. But at this time, the poetry club had started, Wang Xizhi said a few words, and took the lead in inviting Ji Song and Ruan Qiu to play a song for everyone.

Ji Song and Ruan Qiu were also not polite, they were sitting in the pavilion, tuning the strings slightly, gently stretching their arms, the guqin and pipa sounded, and the people on the shore also quieted down and listened carefully.

The pipa sound is light and jumping, the guqin sound is melodious and soft, such as a sunny March day, two young men and women go out in spring, chase the play in the grass, splash water on the riverside, and be infinitely happy。。。。。。 The sound of the pipa gradually entered the sound of a hundred birds, the sound of cicadas and bees, and the sound of the piano seemed to have a soft murmur, as if the little couple had once started to say silent words, some of which were charming, some of which were heartbreaking, and almost reminded everyone of their first love。。。。。。 The two of them have superb playing skills, learn what is like anything, improvise and play, and match properly, once detached from the old-fashioned score and sublimated to the realm of daring and reckless. Listening to them play is like listening to an interlude, watching a video of the wind shadow, which is beautiful and entertaining.

Yuancheng found this mysterious person in the crowd, and saw him holding a wine glass blankly, as if he also remembered his first love.

The music blends with the scenery of the lake and the mountains, and in the end it is extinguished in the scenery, and the audience has a long time to reminisce, and the applause and cheers continue. Wang Xizhi and others toasted a cup of the Seven Heroes of the Bamboo Forest, and then, by the newcomer of the year, Wang Lianzhi, who attended the Lanting Poetry Conference for the first time, composed a poem, which must be titled to the foreground.

Wang Lianzhi pondered for a while, wrote the inscription on the paper, and then picked it up and read: "Danya stands, the algae reflects the forest, the green water is rising, and the load is floating and sinking." ”