The guzheng trembled, soft and melodious, suddenly like the sound of water, and like smoke and rain, hazy, coming from the side of the mountain, and like the sound of the sky.

At the stern of the boat, following the music of the Quartet, the old monk's eyes looked into the distance, his expression was neither sad nor joyful, and he was in a peaceful state.

On the side, Jiang Xiaobai listened to the ethereal music outside the sky, listened to the spring water and rain, watched the green water paint white, and followed the ethereal sound of the piano in this landscape and world, at ease.

I felt something in my heart for a while, and took out a green bamboo flute from my arms, put it to my mouth, and my eyes were pale like smoke and rain, and I played it gently.

The sound of the flute sounded melodiously above the river at the stern of the boat, and followed the breeze in all directions.

The sound of the flute and the sound of the trembling zither did not have the slightest condensation, followed by the spring water and smoke and rain, which were perfectly blended together, like mountains and flowing water, indescribably ethereal and tactful.

On the other side of the mountain, the white green mountains, the green flowing water, and the light boat of a leaf, are like duckweed floating in the flowing water between the majestic mountains.

On the canopy boat, an old man in a cloth stood at the bow of the boat and shook his oars with his hands, shaking his head and waving his head.

At the stern of the boat, a woman dressed in white clothes and black collar, with a headband and a bun, is sitting cross-legged on the bow of the boat, with a mahogany zither long of Mixu on her legs, or bowing her head or raising her head, and her white ten fingers are like butterflies flying among orchids between the strings of the zither, shining like a flower.

The woman is twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a clear and beautiful face, playing the kite and bowing her head, with an ethereal fairy aura between her eyebrows, just like the "Huashan Girl" in the poem of the great poet Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty - "washing makeup and wiping the face with a crown veil, white throat, red cheeks and blue eyebrows".

At this time, I suddenly heard the sound of the vast and loud flute coming from outside the mountain, the woman suddenly raised her head, the strings under her fingers trembled, and then the blue eyes and thin eyebrows smiled, like a mountain flower in the white mountain and green water.

The ten beautiful fingers moved like orchids again, but the sound of the zither was louder and louder.

The guzheng is translucent, the sound of the flute is soft, such as the sound of the piano and the song, and the mandarin ducks fly high, twisting and circling together over this mountain.

On the mountain, the birds in the forest seem to sing in unison with the music, squeaking and squeaking from the snowy forest treetops and grass, hovering in the air.

In the water, the fish of the Emerald River did not seem to be lonely, floating from the water, and then with a flick of their tails, they jumped out of the water and made a beautiful splash.

The chorus of the piano and the chorus caused the birds to be frightened and the fish to jump into the water.

This strange phenomenon is due to the rhyme of cultivation in the music of the zheng, which resonates with the creatures in the mountains.

In the end, the aura of these 100,000 mountains has been revived, and the first signs are emerging.

The melodious sound of the flute and the sound of the zither came out for several miles, and many people heard the lively boats and boats on the Emerald River, and they felt that they were not only good, but gradually immersed in it.

"It's so nice, like it came from out of nowhere. ”

"I really don't know what kind of master who knows musical instruments, and he really tastes like he plays and blows. Some mountain people couldn't help but sigh that rough words can only praise like this.

"Miraculously, you can see how the fish in the water are jumping. ”

"The birds on the mountain are also restless, and they don't cry in winter. ”

"Fish and birds understand music, it sounds. ”

There are also people who see the strange appearance of mountain birds and flying fish, and they can't help but be amazed.

The people who come and go only think that the music is good, but they don't understand the strange appearance of the birds and fish, and some people will think that the magic is that the birds and fish are catering to the music, and some are just an accident.

It's just an "ethereal sound" for the Spring Festival.

The music lasted for three or four minutes before the song ended.

The birds are gone, the fish are resting, and everything is like floating just now.

On the canopy boat, the woman stopped at the piano and looked up at the other side of the mountain, her eyes flashing with clear color.

"I heard the master say that there are 100,000 mountains, and there are many hermits, but this time I actually met someone in the same door, and I don't know who the other party is. ”

The woman smiled softly, touched the piano, recalled the afterglow of the piano just now, and couldn't help but have another song in her heart, but after thinking about it, she still gave up.

A bosom friend is enough, and any more will be a bit hypocritical.

At the bow of the boat, the old man who shook the pulp looked at the back of a woman who seemed to be alone, and his eyes showed a look of surprise.

"Could it be that this little girl is still a master?"

The old man listened to the sound in a close place, knew that the sound of the piano was wonderful, and saw the mountain birds and flying fish, and couldn't help but reverie.

After thinking for a while, he shook his head, but smiled heartily at the stern: "Girl, you play really well, as if the birds in the mountains and the fish in the water like it." ”

The old man praised it. ”

The woman in white turned her head sideways and smiled lightly at the old man, like an orchid quietly, and then let the guzheng fall on her legs, and her beautiful eyes went in the vast landscape.

"In the future, this is really a good place to practice. ”

The woman whispered, her eyebrows and eyes were far away, and she unconsciously remembered the melodious sound of the flute just now, her eyes were like water, and there were slight ripples.

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On the other side, on board the sailboat.

At the stern of the boat, Jiang Xiaobai put away the flute, his expression was quite happy, and he couldn't help but taste the aftermath just now.

Jiang Xiaobai has been familiar with music for more than ten years, and it is the first time to play with others as freely as this.

"Qin Xiao Heming, Birds and Fish, the two donors are not shallow, and they will be successful in the future, fast and good!"

On the side, the old monk in Tsing Yi clasped his hands together and recited a Buddha horn leisurely.

"The master said with a smile, you are the enlightened monk. ”

Jiang Xiaobai was in a good mood, and he talked to the old monk in Tsing Yi a lot more freely, and returned the salute with the old monk.

"The aura has appeared, the eternal chance, you are the youth, the old monk is about to enter the earth, just want to be able to see the avenue before the deadline, and then die without regrets. ”

The old monk looked into the distance with blank eyes, his expression was peaceful, and he sighed leisurely.

Hearing the old monk say this, Jiang Xiaobai's expression was slightly gloomy, and he remembered the old way.

The old way has spent his whole life seeking the avenue, although he has entered the innate realm under the opportunity of the great world, but the limit is approaching.

His heart was slightly confused, he was still young in cultivation, and he didn't understand enough, and he didn't understand the blandness of the old Tao and the old monk in the face of life and death, and he would feel sorry for the two of them.

For a moment, the stern was silent.

The boat traveled for a while, and suddenly, the old monk got up and stood up.

"Donor, the old monk is gone, you and I are destined to see you again. ”

The old monk in Tsing Yi smiled, moved his body randomly, and jumped off the boat.

The boat traveled a distance from the shore, and after the old monk jumped off the boat, he fell on the water and did not sink, as if it were flat ground, and jumped onto the shore of the river.

On the shore of this waterway, there are barren mountains and no people, but the old monk takes care of himself and gets off the boat here.

Jiang Xiaobai came to his senses before he remembered something, got up and shouted to the old monk who turned around and walked into the mountains and forests:

"Master, I don't know your Dharma name yet?"

"The old monk is empty, and he is destined to meet,"

"The younger Jiang Xiaobai, a native of Peach Blossoms. ”

Jiang Xiaobai shouted to the old monk Kongming who was far away, looking at the black shadow that gradually disappeared in the dense forest in the snow, and his heart was solemn.

There was no echo, Lin Chen stood at the stern of the boat, and gradually followed the boat, his eyes a little sighing.

Mountains and dense forests, ascetic practice of Buddha, each has its own way.