The seventeenth round of the cloud and mist lotus pond fairyland, jingling bells are free to live in the clouds

Saying that this is really savoring the beautiful scenery of this lotus pond, I never thought that the clouds and mist at the bottom of the valley slowly rose up, and suddenly the entire lotus pond was shrouded tightly, and I couldn't see anything for a while, and the sky was full of clouds and mist everywhere, boundless, such as in Hongmeng. Suddenly, a gap appeared in the middle of the lotus pond, through which you could see the looming green lotus leaves, as if the clouds had been split by someone with a giant axe. A few wisps of green smoke rose from the gap, like a fairy fluttering. The gap gradually widens, and a few wisps of white mist between the lotus leaves are like jade belts across the lotus leaves, and like the jade bridge of Yao Pond, nine twists and turns, and the corridor is tossed and turned. The mist rose faintly, revealing a red purse, like a concubine in the bath, dressed in red, silently smiling. The golden wind was blowing, and he suddenly felt that he was no longer in the mortal world, as if he had entered a fairyland that had escaped the dust. The lotus leaf gently patted the purse, as if she wanted to hug the concubine and sleep in the cloud col of the lotus pond.

At this moment, Yizhen smelled a faint fragrance of peach blossoms, and heard a few jingling bells. I wonder if I should smell the fragrance of lotus flowers in this lotus pond, but why do I smell the fragrance of peach blossoms? Suddenly, a woman's voice came from the hillside, "Brother Confucius." He dragged on a long tail note and shouted three times in a row. Yizhen looked up and saw a woman in red walking towards him on the hillside, and when he looked closely, it was Hu Lingqing calling him. As soon as there was a surging in his heart, he smiled and shouted to Ling Qing, "Hey." When the woman heard the answer, she giggled and ran down the hillside.

As soon as I was really worried that the woman wouldn't fall, I saw that when Ling Qing was about to get to Yizhen, she didn't expect that the mountain road under her feet turned out to be a sharp turn, and the woman couldn't hold her feet anymore, so she planted herself on the grass under the slope.

Yizhen was in a hurry, and rushed up with an arrow, just hugging Lingqing who fell down the slope, and the fall was too fierce, and both of them fell to the grass. Ichizhen was pressed underneath, and I felt like my whole body was overpowered, and I was numb and dizzy. Ling Qing's face was just on Yizhen's mouth, and Yizhen smelled a strong fragrance of peach blossoms. A warm and fragrant refreshing soft feeling intoxicated Ichizane. Yizhen hugged Lingqing like this, and Lingqing didn't want to get up immediately, so he rubbed his face lightly on Yizhen's face, feeling the heroic breath of Yizhen's youth. The mist at the bottom of the valley rose again, burying the two men in the thick fog of the cloud col. The sound of jingling bells came softly from the clouds, as if telling their romantic story.

A gentle breeze blew and the fog overhead was blown away, leaving only a faint gauzy mist gliding across the grass and flowing over the surface of the pond. Ling Qing got up from Yizhen, and at a glance saw a long howl inserted in Yizhen's package on the grass, so she giggled and ran over to take Changxiao in her hand, and then stood on the edge of the lotus pond and blew a song "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond".

Yizhen sat up and looked at this wonderful scene, the fairyland-like flowing clouds, the red clothes, the fluttering cuffs, the graceful figure, the far-reaching Xiao sound, and the fairy sound of jingling bells. I really thought about it, but I didn't expect Lingqing's skills to be so skillful. The beautiful sound of Xiao echoed in the hollow valley, and such a scene should be even more wonderful than the realm of Elysium.

Yizhen suddenly became a poet and wanted to fill in the words of "Qi Tianle" to record this unforgettable moment in this life. Yizhen suddenly felt a spring of wisdom, rolled the ball and poured the beans, and filled in a poem after a while.

"Qi Tianle" Hibiscus Fu

It's hard to see the hibiscus pretty, and it rained last night. Agarwood raises the axe, splits the Hongmeng, and the green smoke curls through. Fairy fluttering. The jade belt is like a Yao bridge, faintly rising; suddenly the dust is gone, and the concubine quietly comes out of the bath.

The liquid hibiscus is delicate, the cloak is full of color, and the leaves and leaves are shaken together. Yingying was dressed in red, smiling in her veins, and hugged each other and got drunk from then on. Unintentionally in the wind. Amphibious this cloud col; warm fragrance and good night. The fairy town is ethereal, and the jingle bell is free.

Yizhen began to read aloud the poem "Qi Tianle" word by word, accompanied by Ling Qing's Xiao Sheng, a picture scroll of a red-faced scholar suddenly appeared in front of him. Talented and beautiful, talented and beautiful, each other is deeply attracted to each other. While blowing leisurely, while reading aloud crisply, while looking at each other affectionately.

At this moment that couldn't be more beautiful, a woman's voice suddenly came out of nowhere and called out to Ling Qing, "Ling Qing, why are you here?" Ling Qing stopped the and quickly replied, "Auntie, I was about to go to your house to look for you, and I happened to meet a friend of mine when I passed by." ”

I saw this woman, dressed in white gauze sleeves, stepping on the mist, indescribably soft, and even more elegant, like a fairy descending to earth. On the delicate face, a pair of black eyes are clear and flawless, and the two vermilion lips are rosy.

I really didn't expect that there would be such stunning beauties as their aunts and nephews in this deep mountain. I'm afraid that in this life, I will never see a more beautiful woman than this aunt and nephew.

Ling Qing hurriedly introduced Yizhen, saying that this was her aunt, her name was Meng Jiao'e, and she was only two years older than her, and she was going down the mountain to play with her aunt this time.

Lingqing replied that neither of us was admitted to university after graduating from high school, so we planted some fruit trees and medicinal herbs on this mountain to live. Yizhen asked her what medicinal herbs she planted, and Ling Qing replied that she planted Ganoderma lucidum, gastrodia, American ginseng and Panax notoginseng.

Meng Jiao'e urged Ling Qing to leave, so Ling Qing returned Chang Xiao to Yizhen and said, "Brother Confucian, we are leaving, we must come to my house to play when we come back." ”

Kazuma replied, "Okay, I'll go to your house to find you when I have time." Then he reluctantly watched the two beauties walk towards the bottom of the valley, and the two graceful figures, one red and one white, gently disappeared into the waves of the sea of clouds.

Although it was a short encounter, Yizhen had a deep impression of the woman in white, and at the same time had some doubts about these two magical women in his heart.

The sun in the east has dispelled the dense fog, and gradually pressed the clouds to the bottom of the valley, and there was a burst of tide sound from the north, and at a glance, a white line hung directly on the red cliff of the fire cloud cliff, and the waterfall went down and plunged deep into the sea of clouds.

Ichijin packed up his package and returned to the road, and after a soothing grassy slope, he came to the foot of the Burning Lamp Peak, and looking north, he was the red Huoyun Cliff.

At the junction of Huoyun Cliff and Burning Lamp Peak, there is a Feilong Waterfall that hangs directly in the sky. This waterfall is more than two meters wide and falls vertically from the top of the Fire Cloud Cliff to the bottom of the valley, about two or three hundred meters high. The water flow of the waterfall is very large, and you can hear the rumbling sound of flowing water from a distance, and it really feels like the Milky Way is falling for nine days. Part of the water of this waterfall turned into a water curtain and dissipated in the hollow valley during the fall, which may also be the source of the clouds and mist in this cloudy mountain.

Ichijin walked on the top of the Fire Cloud Cliff and looked down at the half of the sea of clouds that was red by the sunlight and the fire cloud cliff wall. Suddenly, several egrets let out a long cry, broke through the sky from the sea of clouds, and flew east above the sea of clouds, all the way into the jungle of Yunwu Mountain opposite.

Yizhen walked the Huoyun Cliff and came to the foot of Lingshan Mountain, looking at the somewhat steep mountain road leading to the Lingshan Courtyard, and climbed up step by step. Along the way, there are strange peaks and strange rocks, and there are mountains and mountains. In the distance, there are ethereal mountains and a sea of clouds, and in the near distance, there are ancient trees, dead vines, thorns and weeds.

After climbing for more than an hour, I saw the gate of the Lingshan Annex, and a few golden characters on the door of the Lingshan Courtyard shone golden in the sun, which made Yizhen have a sacred and solemn feeling of worship.

When the patriarch saw that Ichizhen had returned, he entered the living room with Ichizhen. Yizhen handed over two boxes of tea leaves and rice paper to the patriarch, and told the patriarch the words of Shi Jueyi's gratitude to the patriarch. The patriarch smiled and said, the old monk is very good, he used to be a very stubborn person, after a long time slowly realized that his path is not right, three years ago he and his apprentice came to the mountain to find me, to ask me for advice on the Buddha to the Pure Land. I told him directly that if you recite the Buddha like this, you will not be able to go to the Pure Land. Fortunately, he had already repented and patiently listened to me tell him about the Buddha's mind. I asked him to integrate the Six Wonderful Doors into the recitation of the Buddha, but I didn't expect him to finally achieve something in three years.

As he spoke, the patriarch spread out the rice paper, set up the inkstone, and moistened the brush, and shouted for Yizhen to write a few strokes, wanting to see how Yizhen's calligraphy was.

Yizhen just filled in a poem, and I wanted to write it out in my heart, so I didn't refuse, picked up the pen, and in the upper right corner of the rice paper, neatly wrote out the words of "Qi Tianle" Furong Fu in Song font.

After reading this "Qi Tianle", the patriarch knew that it was a true description of the lotus pond under the mountain. It's just that the artistic conception of this lotus pond is really beautiful.

The patriarch had not seen such a good poem for many years, and after reading it, the patriarch picked up a brush and drew it on rice paper. After a while, the beautiful scenery of the cloud and mist lotus pond was drawn on paper by the patriarch. The faint ink painting scroll, like a fairyland, the slim purse, fluttering in the mist. It's just that the jingle in this word can't be expressed on the picture scroll, so the patriarch picked up a cinnabar pen again, waved the ink, and sketched a woman in red with earrings in the lotus pond.

Yizhen looked at it next to him and was surprised, this woman's appearance turned out to be exactly the same as Ling Qing.

Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.