Ji Ji Qiu rode the green horse, all the way to the north, in the cry and scolding of the two sisters of the Yan family for no reason, they fled and galloped away.

The horse was a very divine steed, with four hooves like flying, traveling thousands of miles in a day and eight hundred in night, and the sound of the wind was whistling, all passing by his ears.

Ji Ji Ji rode a big horse, looked at the scene of the world from south to north, suffered from the war, there was not a single one in the human market, and it was miserable. On the way, when occasionally stopping to watch the scenery along the way, I will always hear the faint sound of birds chirping behind me, knowing that the flame is a bird chasing after him, quite bored, but also childlike, so he stops and stops, teasing the flame to follow.

After walking like this for a few days, I saw that the scenery along the way gradually became deserted, and it seemed that I had set foot in Longshang, the north.

On the morning of this day, it is the turn of May and June, the sun is fine, see a mountain beam in front, the slope is full of verdant bamboo, dense turns, horizontal in front of the eyes, it is like a splash of ink landscape, green and dripping, then gallop away.

In front of the mountain, I saw a mountain cliff wall, carved three big italic Chinese characters - "bamboo forest ditch", the red paint in the words is like blood, the pen is evenly proportioned, the lines are smooth, quite skillful, the heart feels strange, so I got off the horse, stopped under this cliff, looked carefully, and finally shook my head, and said to myself: "Well, this word is good, but it is too stiff, and there is no temperament, if you do both form and spirit, it is the best,...... Alas, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

Talking to himself, chattering, he led the green horse, walked up the stone steps and paths at the bottom of the mountain, and roamed to the depths of the bamboo forest on the mountain.

To the top of the mountain, the bamboo forest is deep, the green mist is swirling, the bamboo leaves are fluttering, fluttering and fluttering, walking in it, it is like being covered in the light yarn like smoke, the good environment is interesting, it is difficult to express. Just from a person lingering, suddenly heard the northwest direction of the top of the mountain, deep in the bamboo forest, faintly there is the sound of the hole flute, faintly swallowing, lingering in the bamboo forest.

Feeling a little strange, he led the green horse and walked along a secluded path in the forest.

In the center of the bamboo forest, there are horsetail grass and sage grass that are more than one person high, and the wet place in the back sun is also covered with white beard and drooping miscanthus grass.

It is now the middle of summer, and among the long grass that grows overgrown, in addition to the cooing frogs, there are many black-gray, blue-red pheasants, and when they see people going, they flutter their bright feathers and run around among the grass. In the horsetail grass, there are also dandelions supporting the snow-white balls like lanterns, which are fluttering by the pheasants, and when the wind passes, they scatter and fly away, floating in the air, similar to snow; among the grass leaves in the forest, there is also a kind of red fluffy wildflower, like an oval boat, revealing red, purple, and blue tips, fluttering on the grass blades with the wind.

Spotless fresh air, green mist is diffuse, bamboo branches stand pretty, grass leaves are verdant, green and green, in the winding path through the quiet, green intoxicating, walking in it, the whole bamboo forest ditch is full of vitality, there is a unique scene.

Looking back at a black and white feathered red-fronted bird that had just landed on the bamboo branch behind him, squinted his eyes, smiled loudly, raised the wine gourd, took a long sip, drunk his eyes, picked a miscanthus with his hand, put it in his hand, stepped on the grass, led the green horse, walked slowly to the depths of the forest, rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hand, felt the breeze blowing in the forest, looked up at the sky between the clusters of bamboo branches, and sang casually in the long laughter:

I am Miscanthus and you are the breeze.

I'm miscanthus can't walk,

You are the wind blowing around.

I look up at you with my face to the sky,

When you came, I bowed my brow and fell into your bosom;

When you leave, I can only look up at the sky!

Winter goes to spring, my gray hair,

Always in the wind, following your trail,

Feel free to come and go.

I am the miscanthus on the detachment,

You are the breeze under the clouds,

Come and go and take care,

Only one season of throbbing is left!

......。

Singing while walking, chanting and drinking, the sound is like a long song of the sea dragon, the laughter is loud, the horse is hanging down, the placket is slightly loose, the long shirt is fluttering, the shape is like a prodigal son, put

Uninhibited.

The deeper the forest, the clearer the sound of the song became clearer.

Stepping on the grass, shuttling through the bamboo forest, following the sound of Xiao walked slowly, passing between the green bamboos, zigzag for several miles, turning a thousand-year-old pine tree, in the green bamboo forest, is a green grass like a quilt, and at this time, the long grass has been leveled, smooth like a green carpet.

He stood at the edge of the forest, looked at it, took the green horse, strode into the edge of the meadow, threw the reins of the horse with his hand, took a big sip of wine, and said, "Haha, you go on! ...... Well, you go on!" smiled, said casually, raised the wine gourd, took another big sip, and sat down cross-legged on the meadow by the forest.

On the meadow in the forest, the cave flute stopped abruptly, and it was silent immediately.

The sunlight shines through the bamboo branches and leaves, sprinkles down, spreads on the grass, and the creeping grass blades become more and more tender and green.

There is a simple small pavilion made of bamboo branches in the bamboo forest, a white wooden banner on the lintel of the pavilion, three cursive words "Bamboo Wan Pavilion" are written on the banner, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, the pen is strong, the door posts on the left and right sides are engraved with a subcouplet, the left side writes the sentence "drunk in the lamp to see the sword and listen to the piano", the right side writes the sentence "wake up and dance the knife according to Xiao".

A woman in white sat on a backless bamboo stool in the pavilion, and on the bamboo table in front of her, a fourteen-string zither and a pillar incense box were placed, and the rest had no furnishings, which was very simple. There are a few bamboo chairs scattered outside the pavilion, which have been used for a long time, giving people a faint dark coffee color. Before the bamboo pavilion, there is a large open space, the ground is long and creeping, and it is thickly spread on the ground, like a green blanket.

On the ground like a blanket, there was an old beggar in rags lying half-lying at this time, with a gray beard, holding an eyebrow-length bamboo stick, gently tapping the ground, humming in his mouth, as if singing a song of lotus falling, chattering, and chanting words in his mouth: "Some people kneel, but I lie down, they, me, you, and you, although the posture of begging is not the same, but the feeling is the same." They kneel, they sit, and that comes from their hearts. Because, if there is no time to kneel and lie down, it is estimated that a lifetime of begging will come to an end. I sit and I lie down in a posture that suits me, and you sit and you stand in a posture that suits you. People have their own minds, and you don't have to figure it out at this point. ”

The old beggar paused, sat up, then tilted his figure, knelt on the ground, swept the bamboo stick in his hand in front of him, a blue light wave passed, and all the green snakes that swam were driven away, grinned, and said: "I kneel here today, not to kneel, is to let the vanity of the beggar of my finger be ruined, it is to make my beggar's face shameless, it is to make my beggar's falsehood, completely collapsed." I mean that a beggar is not a beggar for the sake of eating, nor does he go to eat for the sake of a beggar. If I can't let go of my vanity, face, and falsehood, no matter how good I eat and drink, how high my treatment, and how enviable my way of living, I still live in vanity, and I still live in vanity, and I still live in vanity, and I still live by the falsehood of my beggar, and I live ...... beggar?

There were hundreds of slender green snakes swimming on the ground on all sides, entangled in clusters, with poisonous tongues, and they wanted to move forward, but they seemed to be frightened by the old beggar's bamboo stick, and only kept swimming around. Outside the green snake stood a young man, wearing a blue silk blue and white embroidered silver silk robe, with a leisurely and elegant demeanor, holding a long flute in his hand, gently pressing it to his lips, and making a gesture to blow.

When the blue-shirted young man saw that no one was walking into the forest, he sat cross-legged on the grass, and was stunned.

The woman in the pavilion saw it, smiled slightly, and said: "There are distant guests coming, and the humble house is full of brilliance, but there is no thing to entertain guests on the mountain, so it is very lazy, and it is good to invite distant guests." "The voice is like a warbler, crisp and soft, very good.

He smiled, raised the wine gourd, took a sip, and said, "It's okay." ”

"The little woman is narrow, and she can't get drunk with the distant guests, which is a deep regret, but the little woman has a Qin Zheng, so it is better to let the little woman stroke the piano to help the distant guests drink, but I am afraid that there will be dirty distant guests to listen to?"

"Haha, wonderful, the ancients drank with Hanshu, and Uncle Ji died with a song from Guangling at night, but I used your piano to help the wine, so good,...... May it be heard. "I hated the snakes and people on the grass in front of me as if they were nothing, and I drank for myself, but I was with the woman in the pavilion

One question and one answer, the conversation is very good.

The woman in the pavilion smiled, said no more, got up and changed the incense stove and lit it. Then, he slowly pulled the long cloud sleeves under his wrist, lightly expressed his wrist, and tuned a few times with "Ding Dong", "Ding Ding Dong", and then listened to it for a while, and said softly to the young man standing on the grass: "Lan'er, you go and invite the friend brought by the distant guest to come down as well." After speaking, his fingertips gently brushed the strings, and there was a crisp sound of ding dong ding dong.

When the young man named Lan'er heard this, he hurriedly put away the flute, got up, flew to the high bamboo branch, bowed to a bird on the bamboo branch that had been standing for a long time, and said respectfully: "My master has invited a distant guest, please!" Standing on the bamboo branch, he stood solemnly.

When the black-headed, white-headed red-fronted bird saw it, raised its head and let out a long roar, flapped its wings, changed into a human form, left the tall bamboo branches, landed on the ground, stood on the left side of the enemy's body, hung an ice and fire lancet on his waist, plain clothes, white hair and pretty face, blood marks looming on his forehead, and cold eyes, it was the flame of the neon clothes.

She glanced at Ji Ji Ji coldly, and saw that Gu Zi was sitting cross-legged and drinking, and didn't pay attention to her, so she snorted lightly, and no longer paid attention to Ji, standing quietly on the edge of the grass, looking coldly at the white-clothed woman in the pavilion who was stroking the qin, without saying a word, her face was like frost.

The woman saw the cold face of the flames, smiled slightly, moved her ten fingers lightly, and played it, and the sound of "Ding Ding Dong Dong" struck the knot, and then stroked the qin and sang in a low voice:

"Yo yo deer chirping, apple of the wild food.

I have guests, drummers and shengs.

Blowing the sheng drum spring, bearing the basket is the will.

People are kind to me, show me to walk.

Yo yo deer chirping, eating wild artemisia.

I have a guest, Deyin Kong Zhao.

Depending on the people, the gentleman is effective.

I have a purpose to drink, and the guest style Yan Yiao.

Yo yo deer chirping, eating wild Qin.

I have guests, drums and pianos.

The drums and drums are harmonious and harmonious.

I have a purpose to drink, with the heart of Yanle guests. ”。

Singing here, the lyrics are over, the song is soft, the aftertaste is leisurely, and the sound of the piano does not stop, which makes people feel reverberating.

This song borrows the form of feasting and drinking, but here expresses the host's affection for distant guests, although it is the first time to meet, but also because of fate, in a solemn way, as if to express the meaning of friendship.

Although he was an immortal and had magical powers, he suffered a mutation in his family when he was a teenager, and he experienced many hardships in the nine mountains of Shouyang, so he concentrated on practicing and practice, and was familiar with the four books and five classics, in order to regain the glory of his father, but he was jealous of the current Shouyang master of the immortal master, so he was uninhibited and arrogant. Just listen to the woman in this pavilion singing a song "deer song", that is the ancient sacrificial banquet in the solemn gift of the lyrics, since the decline of the Zhou royal family, few people played, do not intend to hit this mountain today, but met this woman quite ancient style reception, then laughed, the bronze wine gourd in the hand gently patted, chanted:

"Vote for me with papaya, and repay it with Qiongju. Bandit retribution, always think it is good!

Vote for me with a peach, and repay it with Qiong Yao. Bandit retribution, always think it is good!

Vote for me with Mu Li, and repay it with Qiongjiu. Bandit retribution, always think it is good!"

After singing a few hatreds, he stood up, staggered, raised the wine gourd, took a sip, smiled loudly, bowed to the woman, and said: "Cast a peach for a plum, haha, a peach for a peach...... You're welcome, you're welcome. Between words and laughter, he was free and easy.

Yan Nishang looked at the drunken appearance of a few enemies on the side, coldly, rolled her eyes, snorted softly, and didn't say a word.

The woman in the pavilion heard this, smiled, stopped by striking, stood up in the sound of the piano, and returned the salute to the enemy.

The song sung by the woman in the pavilion is just borrowing ancient sentences, and there are many joyful expressions between the words and songs, and seeing that a few hatreds are answered with a sentence of repaying the peach, she can't help but raise her head, look at the hatred of the peach, smile with a smile, and say silently: "This person is handsome, and responds to me with the sentence of repaying the peach, how can the four words 'reciprocating the peach' be so familiar? ”