The lonely peak stands proudly around the mountains,

Half of the cliff is half of the green wall.

Zhenwu cultivated in the past,

Sendai is free to fly in the white clouds.

Wudang Mountain, the ninth blessed land in the world, high and dangerous and deep, flying clouds and fog, majestic like a dragon walking in the sky, Lingxiu is beautiful like a jade girl dancing slender, it is really picturesque, beautiful.

It's May, the grass and trees are blooming, the pines and cypresses all over the mountains stand upright, the bamboo shadows are sparse, and a piece of lush greenery. From time to time, there is a mighty wind, blowing in, setting off layers of turquoise waves.

Halfway up the mountain, on the ancient mountaineering trail.

Six small figures walked side by side, talking and laughing.

It was Chen Beiluo, Su Ying and others.

After saying that, after two days of playing in Yichang, they set sail, and after a short period of time, they finally arrived in Wudang.

Bai Ziyi and the others were of course happy, but Xiao Yu'er was even more excited, and almost burst into tears on the spot.

It turned out that during the days on the ship, in addition to eating and sleeping, he spent almost all of his time practicing.

Of course, he was forced.

This is a nightmare for Xiao Yuer.

At the beginning, he naturally wouldn't be obedient, but after tasting Chen Beiluo's so-called iron fist of love, he had to be honest.

Thus, Xiao Yuer's nightmare officially began.

Laundry, cooking, serving tea and pouring water have become his daily routine, which is nothing (fart, when did his little Yu'er uncle serve people like this), but Chen Beiluo even put forward a lot of more excessive requirements.

Chen Beiluo: "I said Xiao Yu'er, your clothes can't be washed, not only are they not clean, but they are also a little wrinkled, if you wear them out like this, won't you destroy my image of the Sword Fairy?" ”

The corners of Xiao Yu'er's mouth twitched: I have a sentence, I don't know whether to say it or not.

Chen Beiluo: "Come on, come on, I'll teach you a way." Remember to use vibration when you wash it next time so that there will be no stains left on the clothes, and use soft strength when you dry it, so that the clothes will not have wrinkles. ”

Little Fish: ......

Chen Beiluo: "I said Xiaoyu'er, why is this rice a little burnt, you won't mean it, right?" ”

Xiao Yu'er rolled her eyes: I thought.

Chen Beiluo: "Well, I have a lot of adults this time, forgive you." The next time you cook rice, remember to wrap the casserole in a layer of true qi so that the rice doesn't burn anymore. ”

"Also, you are not allowed to use a burning stick when burning the fire, you have to use the palm wind to increase the firepower, you know?"

Little Fish: ......

Chen Beiluo: "I said Xiaoyu'er, this tea is too astringent, it's a waste of my best red robe." ”

Xiao Yu'er's forehead jumped slightly: I haven't made tea again!

Chen Beiluo: "Okay, I also know that I am a little embarrassed for you, after all, you have not received any cultural influence since you were a child. ”

Xiao Yu'er: Hehe!

Chen Beiluo: "In this way, I will teach you a little trick, when boiling tea, you can transport the true qi, and then adjust the size of the heat according to the specific situation of the tea." For example......"

Little Fish: ......

And that's just the tip of the iceberg when Chan wants to.

Xiao Yu'er swore to the sky that this period of time was definitely the most difficult for him since he became sensible, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was purgatory on earth.

Fortunately, Chen Beiluo is still a bit of a conscience, and whenever he feels that his body is hollowed out, he will always send him cordial greetings (pointing out the tricks of his internal cultivation), which has allowed him to survive one difficulty after another.

Call!

Xiao Yu'er stretched his waist gently, and then took a breath of cool air in the mountains, and the faint coolness went straight into his heart, which was really indescribably relaxed, relaxed, and the whole person seemed to be a little lighter.

The sunlight poured down gently and leisurely through the branches, and the light and shadow were dappled everywhere.

The gentle mountain breeze blows on the face, sending the slightest fragrance of grass and trees.

It's nice to be free.

Xiao Yu'er sighed sincerely.

Chen Beiluo looked at the top of Wudang Mountain in the mist, the smoke locked the jade dai, and his expression was subtle and indescribable.

When Chen Bei fell on Wudang Mountain, Wudang Mountain was Wudang Mountain.

When he is not in Wudang Mountain, Wudang Mountain is still Wudang Mountain.

What has changed is people and things; What does not change is the mountains and the water.

Chen Beiluo and his two generations together have lived in Wudang Mountain for more than ten years, and he is very familiar with every grass and tree here, but he chose to walk up Wudang Mountain step by step and walk back to Zixiao Palace step by step.

Walk slowly!

Chen Beiluo's heart churned slightly with every step he took down, flying out of colorful bubbles, he did not collect these divergent thoughts, but let the tentacles of his thoughts flow naturally and spread boundlessly.

Sunshine and white clouds, birds and flowers, laughter and laughter, everything in the four-dimensional Liuhe is presented in Chen Beiluo's heart, which is different from the previous divine thought scanning, but it has the same effect.

A smile escaped from the corner of Chen Beiluo's lips and savored it.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, Chen Beiluo heard a loud muffled sound, as if the god had beaten the war drum in his hand.

Chen Beiluo condensed slightly, and knew that the earth-shattering drum sound actually came from the earth under his feet, and this was actually the pulse of Wudang Mountain.

Interesting! Interesting!

It was the first time he knew that the mountains themselves were a life.

Chen Beiluo calmed down and felt it carefully.

Then, he discovered that this simple, powerful-sounding pulse sound was actually composed of hundreds of trillions of sounds, and these sounds came from every flower, every tree, and every grain of sand in Wudang Mountain......

Even from Chen Beiluo himself!

It seems that no matter what, as long as it reaches the Wudang Mountain Realm, it will become a part of it silently.

There is quite a sense of "the sea is inclusive, and there is tolerance".

Originally, in the Earth Immortal Realm of Chen Beiluo's Five Qi Dynasty, it was impossible for it to take any breath from Chen Beiluo's body, but Chen Beiluo's Yuan Shen was crushed to death by an invisible force.

That's why this is happening today.

But......

The corners of Chen Beiluo's lips suddenly turned up, and a faint smile jumped on his face.

He'd found the flaw in the nameless power.

With a slight movement of his mind, he sent a wisp of true power out of his body, attached to the rhythm of the earth's pulse vibration, and deeply felt the ancient power and emotion of the earth that had been dormant for hundreds of millions of years under his feet.

Bai Ziyi and the others suddenly found that Chen Beiluo seemed to be a little different.

If in the past he was a transcendent immortal who did not eat the fireworks of the world, then now he has a kind of stoic and immovable heaviness and smoothness like the earth, which makes people feel much more kind.

This is due to Chen Beiluo's perception of the power of the earth.

Virtue and self-improvement.

Of course, Chen Beiluo's temperament has not only changed.

I saw that he obviously didn't walk fast with every step, but every step was a distance of a few feet.

Shrink the ground into inches!

And as time went by, the interval between the steps became larger and larger, and in the end, Chen Beiluo stepped out dozens of zhang.

"Juyang, senior brother will go first."

As soon as the words were spoken, the figures of him and Su Ying had disappeared in front of everyone.

……

Chen Beiluo stood quietly in front of Cuiwei Pavilion and said with a smile: "Master, I'm back." ”

Chen Tingjun put down the "Finger Xuanlu" in his hand, looked at the delicate face and long body in front of him, like the apprentice of Zhilan Yushu, and said lightly: "Sit." ”

For example, the Zhilan jade tree wants to be born in the ears of the court.

This was originally a metaphor for the children of both ability and political integrity, and later it was also used to praise the other party's unparalleled appearance, which is very suitable for Chen Beiluo.

It's like he was born for him.

If the painters of the world see him, they will be delighted, because as long as he can depict one-tenth of his demeanor, it will be a masterpiece that will last for centuries.

Chen Beiluo answered yes, and then pulled Su Ying to sit opposite Chen Tingjun.

Boiling water, scalding pot, warming cup, placing tea, high flushing, scraping foam, low pouring, Chen Beiluo took the initiative to brew tea after sitting down, and a series of actions were as hearty as flowing water, teaching people to be pleasing to the eye.

All of a sudden, the white air curled up, accompanied by a fragrance.

But seeing the turquoise and clear soup surging, the tea leaves fly up and down, its shape is slender, curled into a snail, the whole body is full of hair, silver and white hidden green, the color is tender green, bright and attractive.

Su Ying took a sip slightly, the taste was mellow and sweet, as if there was a faint fragrance of virgin frankincense, and the aftertaste was endless.

What a special Biluochun.

Mining around the spring equinox every year, ending before and after the rain in the valley, the quality of the pre-Ming tea harvested from the spring equinox to the Qingming Festival is the most precious.

Wudang's Biluochun is picked by a beautiful girl who is 15 years old by her hands during the spring equinox to Qingming Festival, and is placed close to the soft meat on her chest, so it has a faint daughter's fragrance.

This tea has been known since the past, and the essence is not turned off the fire and roasted.

When the moth eyebrows are picked on the fifteenth, a touch of crisp breast steamed green jade.

The slender shirt does not hesitate to dry in the spring rain, and the full light is really milky.

At that time, Chen Tingjun and Chen Beiluo's master and apprentice were drinking tea and talking about the Tao at the same time, quite leisurely.

There are large pieces of green bamboo planted around the pavilion, it is extremely quiet, it coincides with a gust of mountain wind blowing, the bamboo shadow is swaying, making a rustling sound, all make a hole chapter.

Su Ying listened attentively, her expression calm and quiet.

Suddenly, Chen Tingjun smiled at her and said, "Can the little girl play the piano?" ”

Su Ying said: "I know a little bit about it." ”

Chen Tingjun said: "Then I don't know if I can play a song?" ”

Su Ying said: "I don't dare to ask for it." ”

At this time, Chen Beiluo next to him had already handed over the guqin.

Su Ying took a deep breath and slowly spit it out.

Then I saw her left hand dragon eyes, right hand phoenix eyes, according to the palace, Shang, horn, sign, feather five tones, cut the green onion like the slender jade fingers between the ups and downs, wipe, pick, hook, tick, skimm, support, chop, hit, plucking the strings.

The clear sound is long, like the tinkling of spring water, which makes people's hearts peaceful.

Nanhua Zhenren once said: There are three sounds in the world, the sounds of heaven, the sounds of the earth and the sounds of people, and the sounds of people are played by the orchestra of silk and bamboo, which is a kind of artificial sound; The sound of the earth is the sound of nature's knots.

The natural sound is that each thing sings itself because of its own natural state, and it is due to the role of the points themselves, and the principle of nature is like this, which is the most beautiful vocal music in the world.

Because it is the essence of nature, and everything in the universe cannot be separated from it.

The sound of Su Ying's piano is human, and the rustle of the wind blowing the bamboo forest is the sound of the earth, and the two are perfectly combined, attracting the sounds of heaven in the underworld.

It's wonderful, it's delicious.

Chen Tingjun and Chen Beiluo's master and apprentice couldn't help but close their eyes, intoxicated by the fairy world created by Su Ying.

The distant mountains are green, and the clouds are misty.

In the distance of the rivers and lakes, the sound of the piano is squirming.

The bamboo shadow is half-hidden, and the green dew is in the cup.

Let it be leisurely, taste the world.