The trail is surrounded by towering trees, ranging from evergreen pines and cypresses to mountain willows and rock locusts. The early spring sun streams down from the treetops, casting jagged shadows on the path, and there are freshly dyed moss marks between the cracks in the stones, which I think have left a mark after a rain a few days ago.

At this time, there is no one in the four fields, the mountain temple is quiet, there are birdsong between the woods from time to time, tactfully and endlessly in the empty valley, a hand, the echo is faint, it makes people feel clear between the chests, looking at it, it is full of green, and the mind is quiet.

Liu Yun smiled at He Jing: "This mountain temple is really a good scenery, and it really lives up to a spiritual word." ”

He Jing looked around, bowed down and said, "What the master said is very true. ”

Liu Yun smiled, and continued to walk along the trail towards the mountain, about a stick of incense, and the air gradually became fragrant with flowers.

The aroma is sweet and soft, mixed with the quiet smell of the trees, and there is a special tranquility.

At this time, they had reached the halfway point of the mountain temple, Liu Yun raised his eyes, but saw that not far ahead, like a pile of snow and clouds, blooming a large piece of apricot blossoms. The sweet and soft aroma is that these thousands of apricot blossoms are blooming.

Lingyan Mountain was originally a clear mountain, and when the wind passed, it overflowed. However, when the wind blew through this apricot grove, it seemed to be softened by the fragrance of the flowers, and then it became softer, but the snowflake-like petals were blown on the human body one by one.

Liu Yun didn't know what he remembered, a light smile appeared on his face, and he stepped into the forest.

This apricot grove covers an extremely large area, with about 100 plants. At this moment, the mountain breeze is blowing, and the apricot blossoms are like snow, tossing and dancing between his clothes, like flying snow and jade.

Liu Yun raised a hand, spread out his palm, and a petal fell into his palm. He stared at it, but saw that the petals were white and pink, so delicate that they seemed to be too delicate to be scrutinized, as if they were about to melt away at a glance.

The smile in his eyes was even brighter. Look up at the treetops. At this time, another gust of wind passed, and the petals of the tree were blown down a lot, such as falling flocculents, like willow cotton, and full of veins. The dust falls, and only the lingering aroma lingers on the nose.

Liu Yun looked at the apricot blossoms all over the trees wistfully, his heart was flustered, and he didn't know where he had gone.

Suddenly, there was a flute sound in the distance.

The sound of the flute is quiet. Lingering like spring waves, but with an indescribable clearness and purity, like the apricot blossoms in front of the east wind, lingering in the wind, tossing and falling on the ground. But it was blown up by the wind and faded away in mid-air.

Liu Yun's heart suddenly cooled slightly. I only feel that all my emotions have sunk into the thousands of clear waves with the sound of this flute, and everything in heaven and earth has turned into a vein of water rhyme.

A song here is actually the only one Liu Yun has heard in his life.

The tune was obviously charming and delicate, but the person who played the flute insisted on playing a bit of desolation from this tactful turn. And the weather is actually broad and far-reaching, just like a person alone for the ages, thinking of the vastness of the world and sighing for the distance.

Liu Yun had never heard such a tune. As far as he knew, he had never heard of anyone playing such a flute song.

However, in this situation, there is no other piece that is so apt.

He closed his eyes slightly, only to feel that the rhyme was like a wave of water, and his mind was cleansed into a clear stream.

Xiao Yun is slightly cool, apricot blossoms blow snow, he seems to hear the water breeze blowing down the rain of flowers, and seems to see a lonely boat with low clouds and empty fields. in his mind. Gradually, the figure of a slender woman appeared, and the plain white figure walked past the sparse shadow of apricot blossoms, and stepped on the lonely mountain on a snowy night, and gradually drifted away in the vast twilight. Fade away......

I don't know when, the sound of the flute has stopped. The east wind blows the apricot blossoms full of trees into snow shadows.

At this moment, Liu Yun even lightened his breathing, only to feel that the sound of Xiao seemed to be engraved in his mind, singing back and forth. It was repeated until a very soft exhalation woke him up from his illusion.

He raised his eyes, looked at the young man leaning on the top of the tree, and said helplessly, "A-Yuan, didn't you ask you to wait for me outside?" What are you doing here? ”

Ah Yuan jumped down from the tree, his long eyebrows hidden under his black face were already raised, and he said coldly: "I can come if I want to, I don't need you to say." With that, he turned around and strode out.

At this time, Ah Yuan was really full of displeasure.

He was originally waiting for Liu Yun outside the temple, but just half an hour ago, he saw a familiar woman figure at the gate of the temple, and he remembered that it was a close big girl of Fu Si, called Qingman.

Ah Yuan was in a moment of interest, so he followed behind the maid. But I saw that the maid hurriedly went straight to a small stall by the mountain gate of Lingyan Temple, bought two packets of melon seeds, two packets of dried tofu, two packs of dried apricots and a few other snacks, and entered the mountain gate with both hands full.

He followed the maid to turn left and right, and saw the little girl go straight into the gate of the "Trace Fragrance Courtyard", and as soon as he entered the door, he said in a croaking voice: "Girl, girl, the maid bought you everything, you can taste it, it's delicious, you can take these back and eat it slowly, or come to Lingyan Temple, it's not good to bring nothing." ”

When Ah Yuan heard this, he sneered, and secretly said that this Fu Si used to love snacks so much, and remembered the scene when he was listening to Tao Xiaozhu many years ago, and he only felt very funny for a while.

The temple is located behind the mountain temple, and there are few people in normal times. Ah Yuan had nothing to do, so he stood not far from the courtyard gate for a while. The door of the courtyard was hidden, and from time to time you could see the figures swaying inside, and the voice of speech could be heard from time to time.

After a while, Ah Yuan felt a kind of boredom.

He didn't know why he had to follow the maid, and he had listened to such an ear of gossip. I don't know why he still stands outside the courtyard gate, and I don't know what he is expecting. He didn't even know what he wanted to do, so he hid in the courtyard door of the girl's house like this. When you think about it, even he really has to look down on himself.

Thinking like this, Ah Yuan flicked his sleeves and turned to the side.

Speaking of which, the scenery of this Lingyan Temple is not bad. The weather is slightly cold in the past two days, and it often rains, and there are not many people who come to incense, but it is very comfortable to play.

Ah Yuan thought, after all, he had already come in, so he waited here for Liu Yun to do the same. When he entered the temple, he had already left a secret message on the side of the road, and Zhao Shujiang and they would definitely be able to find him. So he found a way for himself, and went around to the east side of the temple, and soon came to the apricot grove.

When the sound of the flute sounded, Ah Yuan would jump onto the treetops.

Because he was in a high place, he could hear it very clearly, and the beautiful Xiao Yun came from the Trace Fragrance Courtyard. His first reaction was:

This must be Fu Si playing the flute.

With such a beautiful and unfamiliar rhyme, he couldn't think of anyone else who could play it. I guess only the little girl who was humming a strange little tune in front of the window could play such a strange and beautiful tune. (To be continued.) )