"Bamboo Taoist Sect, Taoist thought has long penetrated into the blood of the Chinese, and the two families of Buddha and Cowardice have been influenced by Taoist thought in their bones, and they have been silently changed. Decades have passed, the old man has wandered overseas, and some problems have become clearer. The Taoist Sect has fought with the Living Buddha of Soonda and the Snow Monk, have you ever compared the differences between their cultivation, moves, and even mental methods? There is also a theoretical basis, although the inheritance of Butian Temple and Golden Buddha Temple is Buddhism, many things are obviously far from each other. Although the Golden Buddha Temple is known as the Buddhist Dojo, they are walking in the circle of Taoist Dankou practice and Jindan Avenue, and the foundation is completely Taoist meridians and herbs. ”

Before Zhu Tong entered the door, they were discussing such a thing, Zhou Banweng turned the jade pill in his hand, and Sui Sui said something.

Not only did the bamboo Taoist nod and ponder, but Zhu Tong couldn't help but admire, only a master standing on a certain height could have such insight.

"For example, Shiqimen, when he knew that he couldn't do it, he raised his meager strength to fight against the aliens; They are the backbone of the rivers and lakes, and they are also the symbol of the bloody men of my Han family. Now it is time for Shiqimen to return to the rivers and lakes. For more than 30 years, the revival of the Bapinjiang Lake is a gratifying thing. However, the rivers and lakes of thousands of sails are rising rapidly, and under the mud and sand, some gangs are still lying in the dust of history and do not want to forge ahead, and still mix the rivers and lakes with the habits of the past. The Tao is different, and they do not conspire with each other; Those who do not know how to progress must be eliminated. The old man said this a little abruptly, don't blame the heads, drinking. ”

No one will blame him, Liu Yilan spoke first to agree, and Mei Lanting's father Mei Qiuhong also nodded: "The foundation of the existence of the rivers and lakes is to eliminate evil and promote good, today's world is gradually divided into rules, and the legal system is improving day by day. ”

It turned out to be a discussion of this issue, and today's gathering in the rivers and lakes is to build momentum for Shiqimen's return to the rivers and lakes, which is a bit of a meeting before the Jianghu drinking party.

But which one to eliminate? Although Zhou Banweng didn't name any sects, he couldn't get rid of the four and five grades, and the five who were invited to attend today would not be in any danger, and if the eight rivers and lakes didn't have a golden Buddha, it didn't seem to be very good.

Although the little liar has never been in charge, he has a lot of knowledge, and knows that such occasions should be heard more and less talked; He was only a little puzzled, and Zhou Banweng's tone of pointing at the rivers and lakes seemed to be a little too big. Zhu Tong could feel that the Bamboo Daoist didn't speak, but it didn't mean that he didn't have an opinion on Zhou Banweng's words.

"Daozong, I heard Yilan talk about your Taoist flute music, the old man has been in a foreign land for many years, and his homesickness is irrepressible, fortunately he got a guqin, and he started to play the qin at the age of forty; How about harmony with Taoism? Zhou Banweng also felt the thoughts of the bamboo Taoist, clapped his hands, and the two young girls walked out of the wing room and put the quaint piano case and piano bench under the willow tree by the pond.

There was also a heroic young man, holding a lyre, and carefully placed it on the case; The two maidens came out again to set up the incense burner, and then three pillars of incense were raised; The piano table is good.

"Banweng please make peace, how can the Taoist priest refuse?"

The bamboo Taoist priest floated out, the wide cyan robe swished in the wind, and instantly came to the bamboo forest to fold a section of bamboo branches, pruned a few times with slender fingertips, and there was a green bamboo flute in his hand, and three bamboo leaves attached to the flute body.

"The flute is suitable for no cavity, and the piano is high for no strings. The Taoist Sect has cultivated to this point, but the old man is going to be ashamed? Zhou Banweng said so, and he had already sat on the piano bench.

Only then did Zhu Tong see clearly that the green bamboo in the hand of the bamboo Taoist priest really had no sound holes. In Xiangxi, in the Broken Snow Garden, he also listened to the blowing of the bamboo Taoist three times, and clearly remembered that those three times, the bamboo flute of the bamboo Taoist priest was perforated.

The green bamboo is still with water color, and the bamboo knots are natural, could it be that the bamboo Taoist priest wants to pick a piece of bamboo at this random and play it?

"At this time, the plum blossoms are blooming, the old man is a yin and yang qin, both civil and military are full of seven strings, and the name is looking at the mountain; Stroke a song of dragon Xiang exercise; The immortal skills of the Bamboo Dao Sect should be able to put the finishing touch to this song. ”

The so-called Yin and Yang Wenwu Lyre refers to the material; In ancient times, the piano maker put the good paulownia wood in the water, and took the upper half-floating one as the piano surface, and the lower half-sinking one as the bottom of the piano. Floating is yang, sinking is yin; Collectively known as yin and yang. The seven strings of civil and military affairs are more exquisite, and the guqin originally had five strings, representing metal, wood, water, fire, and earth; In order to mourn his dead son Bo Yi Kao, King Wen of Zhou added a string, and when King Wu fell, in order to increase morale, he added another string, and such a qin is called "Wenwu Lyre".

After Zhou Banweng finished speaking, he cleaned his hands in the copper basin held by the young man, and calmed his mind on the guqin.

Liu Yilan looked worried, Lan Zhanjiang wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all. Zhu Tongquan saw it in his eyes, and was careful about this song of the qin flute, Zhou Banweng asked the bamboo Taoist to put the finishing touches to his qin song, is the bamboo Taoist willing? It seems that there is a bit of a contest.

Under the willow tree, Zhou Banweng's fingers were condensed, like a water rudder pressed; Wangshan Guqin "Zheng Weng" sounded, the aftersound lingered in the void, and the simple and rich sound of the piano vibrated everyone's heartstrings for the first time.

The piano music flows like flowing water, Zhou Banweng looks leisurely, a dragon Xiang exercise, ** is decent, except for the first sound, Zhu Tong did not feel anything else.

The bamboo Taoist priest has been looking at the water and pondering, as if facing a choice; The injuries on his body are not yet healed, Zhu Tong doesn't want him to conflict with Zhou Banweng at this moment, that old guy is obviously an unfathomable master of cultivation; Zhu Tong estimated that even if the bamboo Taoist priest was not injured, he might not be able to defeat him.

Mei Lanting didn't seem to know the danger, and looked at the bamboo Taoist priest with anticipation; Her father was equally sluggish, shaking his head with his eyes closed to the sound of the piano, his hands tapping silently, completely immersed in the music, frowning from time to time. When it comes to music, the Mei family can be regarded as a real expert, and the slightest flaw can't escape the ears of Mei Qiuhong, the owner of the Liupin Plum Garden.

Sure enough, he is a real pedantic person, and when he saw Mei Qiuhong Zhutong, he understood Mei Lanting's embarrassment, with such a father, the burden on her body must not be light. Mei Qiuhong obviously wouldn't worry about things like money, if Liupin Meiyuan was all supported by Mei Lanting alone, Liu Yilan's investment of eight million would indeed be difficult to refuse.

"Woo......;" The bamboo branches provoked a string of agitated flutes.

The bamboo Taoist priest finally brought the green bamboo to his lips, and it seemed that it was only in an instant from the dim sound of the first sound to the high-pitched, bright sound of brilliance

Zhou Banweng's piano sound then changed, and between the three turns, like a dragon soaring for nine days, hovering around the flute; Intercept points everywhere and fortify

Mei Qiuhong opened her eyes, hesitated and said softly: "Plum blossom three lanes? ”

Make a fart, this is obviously a bamboo Taoist priest competing with Zhou Banweng with the sound of a flute; Although Zhu Tong is not good at music, he can also feel the disharmony between the flute and the piano, and now it is not the harmony of the piano and the flute, whoever is brought into the melody of the other party will lose.

Long Xiang Cao was majestic, the sound of the piano vibrate, and a few petals of plum blossoms left the branches and floated into the air, but they melted little by little, and when they fell to the surface of the water, there was only a trace of tender stamens. The sound of the flute swirled, like a fluttering ripple, stirring up a splash of water, and then turning into a torrent, circling and rushing in the sound of the piano.

"Zheng Weng! Zheng Weng! Zhou Banweng's white beard rose suddenly, his eyes were wide open, and the air was full of murderous aura.

A touch of crimson flashed on the face of the bamboo Taoist, one foot poked into the pond, and the sound of the flute rose again, breaking through the layers of obstacles, and the elf was lively, free outside the sound of the piano. The bamboo forest around him, a few bamboo leaves floated down, and they were in the air, dancing with the sound of the flute.

Clanging twice, the sound is like a cracked silk; Zhou Banweng's Long Xiang is broad and calm, but he can't trap the flute sound of the bamboo Taoist; He drew the strings horizontally with both hands, and the unlined Gang Qi cage passed.

"Hahahaha, the two stunts, both are heavenly sounds, live and live, and if I give it up, my ears will be deaf."

The figure flashed, and the old liar stood between the two, which was the most dangerous place. At this moment, plum blossoms are flying; The old liar's right hand is ill-drawn, and the plum petals slowly gather into a "ghost" character with his fingers

Long Xiangcao returned to flatness, and Zhou Banweng seemed to be a little lost, sitting on the piano platform and pondering.

The bamboo Taoist smiled peacefully, and the plum blossoms turned a few times and disappeared with the wind; Tranquility was restored in the small building of Pinghu.

The old liar is pulling the shelf, only Zhu Tong can see that the ghost is not a balanced word, who is the ghost head, but he is very particular.

At noon, Zhou Banweng invited a treat, and it was difficult for everyone to refuse.

The bamboo Taoist priest maintained the dignity of the Erpin Taoist Sect, and Zhou Banweng was extra careful, not to mention the things on the rivers and lakes.

This kind of meal is very boring, Zhu Tong and Qin Keqiang sit together; When it comes to drinking, it's still a pleasure together with people of similar age.

Lan Zhanjiang also sat at this table, raised his glass and touched Zhu Tong, and said apologetically: "Ban Weng has not come back for sixty years, he is not familiar with everything, and he doesn't know that the Taoist Sect is injured, there is something to offend just now, I wish Brother Don't go to my heart." He could see that Zhu Tong's expression just now was stiff, and he was very dissatisfied with Zhou Banweng's.

"How can it, the old man has a lot of personality." Zhu Tong smiled and had a drink with him, this was indeed the first time they had sat down together to drink; "Brother Lan, what exactly is a hermit in the rivers and lakes?"

"A hermit? Brother Zhu doesn't know? Zhu Lan's predecessors are now hermits in the rivers and lakes, and Mei Ye is also a hermit in the rivers and lakes, they represent the tradition of the rivers and lakes, they are the highest authority to arbitrate the rights and wrongs of the rivers and lakes, and they can propose the expulsion of an unqualified sect at the rivers and lakes cocktail party. ”

"Oh." Zhu Tong glanced back at the master, the person who designed this thing is really advancing with the times, and the hermits in the rivers and lakes are very much about council members.

The old liar played this hand beautifully, and he was promoted to a hermit in the rivers and lakes; Who appointed it? Blue stone? Speaking of which, the hermit may be a pole gun. Isn't that the former Jianghu Elders' Association? Maybe it's good, at least, they have more or less broken away from the circle of right and wrong in the rivers and lakes, and have a certain degree of justice.

"I wish the master, and the little sister also toasts you." Mei Lanting passed the wine glass across the table, and Zhu Tong raised his head and said modestly: "Don't call it that, my head is temporary." ”

Or clink glasses with Mei Lanting, the little liar regrets it a little, it's not a good thing to sit and drink with Mei Lanting; The important thing is that when she goes back to see Ye Er in a while, Mei Lanting must not lose her temper.

"This Daoist brother, may I ask the question mark?" There were only five young people at this table, and they had all drunk it, and it was not appropriate to drink it with the disciples of the Bamboo Daoist; Zhu Tong raised his glass and asked.

"Van Xing." The little Taoist priest was also very crisp and had a drink with Zhu Tong.

"Fanxing, good, good." Zhu Tong drank the wine, feeling that the name was familiar, and looked at Qin Keqiang.

Not only Qin Keqiang was smiling at him, Lan Zhanjiang and Mei Lanting both looked at Zhu Tong and Fan Xing with a smile.

"Van Xing?" Zhu Tong finally remembered that Qin Keqiang had mentioned this name, Fan Xing, but the real Li Xiang, the real owner of the little liar's painted skin.

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