Holding simplicity and clumsiness, hiding joys, sorrows, and sorrows in his heart, he is accustomed to being demented and stubborn, and dealing with it indifferently, only when he clears the clouds and fogs, and when he finishes his work, he will show his hideousness......

The autumn is high and cool, the geese fly south, the vast West Lake floats with more than half of the withered lotus leaves, the swimming fish are in groups to avoid the sound, and the cruise ship painting boat is still wandering with it, the sound of the silk bamboo is still coming from the wind, it is still a prosperous scene.

Bao Wenzheng is wearing a light cyan straight (shielding word) gown, walking in fluttering clothes, alone and the side of the West Lake to enjoy the beautiful scenery of autumn, looking at its shape like a green bamboo lonely and unstained vulgar things, this is a young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he is gentle and elegant between pacing, but it makes the young women along the road frequently raise their eyes.

Qiantang Gate and Qingbo Gate are not adjacent, the interval is abundant gate, and it is one of the thirteen dry city gates of Lin'an Mansion, if it is rafted with the West Lake, it also takes as much as half an hour.

At this time, it is already the three poles of the sun, the side of the West Lake outside the Qingbo Gate, the literati and ink writers in the Lin'an Mansion or the sad autumn and sad moon, so there are not a few people who are against the poetry here, but Bao Wen is heard along the road, and the person who seems to be a high eight bucket is just like that, and it is to recite the poems of the predecessors, and there are few new authors who are not new, and most of them are works of moaning without disease.

Bao Wenzheng did not squint, and looked at the official road outside the Qingbo Gate with his spare eyes, but he had not seen the woman in the green dress and skirt for a long time, and he knew that he was not in a hurry......

The arch eaves of the Shengtang Gate Pavilion bend all over the four corners, take the vermilion glazed tile as the top, because it is carefully repaired by skilled craftsmen, and take "vermilion" as the color, quite have the atmosphere of the palace inside, so the visitors who attract more stop and rest here are more.

It is close to Qingbo Gate with Shengtang Gate Pavilion, and Qingbo Gate is close to Lin'an Mansion, so the people who rest here are ordinary people, only to see that the maid is also painted red and green, that is, the next person is all chest and head up, and the person who sits is not rich or expensive.

"Heavenly Spirit, Earth Spirit......"

The person wearing a Taoist robe, holding an apricot yellow banner and walking slowly, writing four big characters of "a hexagram and a thousand gold", the copper bell in his hand sometimes swayed lightly, and the crisp sound made people stop and watch, only to see that the figure of the Taoist person was slightly lower than ordinary people, and because of the strong body appeared a little short and fat, but the red light was full of toe and arrogant, if it was not for wearing a Taoist robe, it seemed to be a pampered outside, but it was a calm state from a distance.

"The poor king is the spirit of the Dao, the teacher of the Laoshan immortals, and the mountain is only to eliminate disasters and solve problems......"

This person saw that the Shengtang Gate Pavilion was not rich or expensive, and his eyes lit up and he walked over, and after the head of the house, he reported to his home, and the copper bell in his hand sounded rapidly and softly, and he shouted loudly: "Every evil turns into good fortune, and if it doesn't work, it won't charge a penny......

"Disaster Mitigation and Problem Solving...... Fall on one's feet...... Poor Dao Wang Dao Ling, under the guidance of Laoshan immortals, does not charge a penny if he does not ......"

Of course, the people who sit in the Shengtang Gate Pavilion are either rich or expensive, but the ordinary warlocks of the rivers and lakes will not take it seriously, if there are really people in the world who "turn evil into good fortune and become auspicious in trouble", how can they be downcast to the streets and alleys.

Wang Daoling was originally a toad who had practiced for more than 500 years, and he couldn't bear the boredom of Qing cultivation in the mountains, so he turned into a mess in the world, swaggering and deceiving money all the way, and enjoying glory and wealth.

Wang Daoling saw that no one cared about the Shengtang Gate Pavilion, but he was not impatient, he stood up and stopped outside the pavilion, the copper bell in his hand shook from time to time, and he said:

"People rely on the roots of the tree, the flowers and the grass in the coming year, the first talk about the year and then the month, and the sun and the hour are good to subdivide ......"

"The year looks at the poor and cheap ancestors, the brothers on the moon are alienated, the sun is dedicated to the husband and wife bureau, and the time is high and low to determine the children and grandchildren......"

The tone of the subdued tone echoed from outside the Shengtang Gate Pavilion, the lingering autumn mood was bleak and lonely, and the literati and writers were mostly sad and sad in the autumn, so Wang Daoling's words were sung, but also many visitors looked at the past.

Time, luck, and life......

Some people are born poor and run around all day long for things to eat, some people are born into a wealthy family and find a wife to be a rich man, and some are born to be princes and nobles, and they have delicious food, fine clothes and fine food all their lives......

"Dao Chief, my lord asks you to move ......"

A man dressed as a subordinate strode forward, but after bowing his hand, he was neither humble nor arrogant, and asked Wang Daoling and the Shengtang Gate Pavilion to talk about it.

Wang Daoling was overjoyed in his heart, but he pretended to be indifferent and returned the salute, holding the apricot yellow banner and following the next person.

Under the poplar tree not far away, Bao Wenzheng was carefully staring at this person "Wang Daoling", watching its shape strutting forward, seeing its momentum calmly......

If it is said that there is still a strange light in "Strange Tales of Liaozhai", there are still traces of those demons and monsters that have changed into human shapes, and the demonic spirit, resentment and anger cannot be concealed after all, but in this world, whether it is the words and deeds of this Wang Daoling, or the beauty and elegance of the "green snake", they are all the same as ordinary people......

Bao Wenzheng saw that Wang Daoling and the Shengtang Gate Pavilion were hanging like a river, impassionedly coaxing others with money, and he didn't have any feelings, so he walked along the road of the Shengtang Gate Pavilion and walked towards the pavilion on the other side where the sound of the piano floated leisurely.

Yuxiu Pavilion takes the meaning of "Zhong Ling Yuxiu", the pavilion tip is deep jujube red, the pavilion pillar is ancient dark green, the gray-white stone table and stone chair, the green trees next to the pavilion are shaded, and the sound of the piano lingers and sorrows, such as a horse rattle.

The old man in a dark blue straight (homophone, shield) robe was stroking the piano with Yuxiu Pavilion, his ten fingers dexterous and powerful, plucking the strings, which had already attracted literati and ink writers to stop and watch, and there was rarely a whispering conversation.

A cool autumn breeze came slowly, and it was the aftermath of the faint sound, at the end of the song, Bao Wen was in the afterglow of his eyes, but he saw a familiar figure coming from a distance, and when his heart was shocked, his mind turned sharply, and he walked forward, "entering the house" and entering the Yuxiu Pavilion.

"Sir's piano skills are really wonderful, and the younger generations are grateful if they are taught!"

Bao Wenzheng bowed his hand, was gentle and elegant, and made his intentions clear with a single knife, but he knew that since this innocent old man openly stroked the piano with Yuxiu Pavilion, he would not refuse the heart of "learning from the end of the world".

The old man looked sideways, this young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes bowed his hand very respectfully, and saw that there were many tourists on the side, so he twisted his beard and smiled, and after agreeing with his chin, he got up and walked aside.

Although it was a glimpse, the woman in the Tsing Yi Luo skirt was extremely eye-catching in the crowd, it was the "Green Snake" who had fought twice with Qiantang County, and the other woman in white beside her was Bai Suzhen......

She is radiant, her complexion is beautiful, she is charming, and the snow-white skin on her face reveals a layer of red jade-like faint halo, which is really a new gathering of morning dew, a strange flower and a firstborn, and an indescribable beauty and vulgarity.

Because it was a glimpse, Bai Suzhen looked at it carefully, but this woman in Tsing Yi would not be bad!

Since the two of you don't go elsewhere and come here to hear the sound of the piano, then it's worth the trip......

On the side of the West Lake, the pair of women named master and servant sisters walked slowly, which had already made the man can't help but peek in private, making the woman ashamed.

On the side of the picturesque West Lake, on the road outside the Yuxiu Pavilion, the pair of graceful and graceful women walked hand in hand, like a pair of bright stars, which amazed the passing years.

If the woman in green clothes is delicate and pretty, as pitiful as nephrite, the woman in white on her side is peerless, with bright eyes and bright teeth, elegant but dignified when walking, and a noble atmosphere is revealed in the ice muscles and jade bones.

She is just an ordinary white gauze dress, simple and elegant, which is far more elegant and silent, and her bright starlight eyes are even more radiant......

"Qing'er, you listen ......"

Bai Suzhen stopped suddenly, looked at the Yuxiu Pavilion in surprise, and after listening carefully to a few wisps of piano, she said to the "maid" Xiaoqing beside her.

The sound of the piano comes with the autumn wind, like the sound of a mountain stream spring, like a ring bell, the ethereal sound reminds people of the valley's orchid, and the ancient sound seems to resist the wind when the colorful clouds are ......

Cen Biqing trembled suddenly, and a look of remembrance and gloom appeared in her eyes, five hundred years of cultivation can transform into a human form, that is the hope of looking up at the colorful moon and the moon for countless times, how many times is the loneliness and coldness in the quiet mountains, that is the solitude that is not stained with mortal dust and fireworks, and it is also the sound of high and low music on the seven strings of Lingling......

Cen Biqing and Bai Suzhen looked at each other, both of them could not hide their surprise, and then lightly lifted the lotus step and walked slowly towards the Yuxiu Pavilion.

It was like the tall back of the green bamboo, sitting on the stone chair of Yuxiu Pavilion, the pale cyan clothes in the autumn breeze were wrinkled, and the hands and strings were plucked, and a sense of loneliness and gloom was followed by Yayoi.

Vaguely, there are butterflies that have not withered and flapped their wings, and danced in the autumn wind and Yuxiu Pavilion......

"Lang Huan Song", in the past and Qingqiu Mountain Yushu Villa, it is rumored to be written by Bo Yi Kao, "a song Lang Huan, the dragon and phoenix are auspicious", although it is a fragment, but in the world, it is a shocking skill, enough to surround the beam for three days, and the aftermath is faint.

"It's him!"

Cen Biqing took a closer look at the young man with clear eyebrows, and suddenly his surprise came back again, just because this young man was not the first time he saw him.

It is the apprentice in Qingyutang, and he has a good martial arts, Xu Xian, Xu Hanwen, who fought twice!

"It's him ......"

Bai Suzhen looked at the young man who had finished the song in Yuxiu Pavilion, and also recalled the scene where Xiaoqing and his night martial arts competition a few months ago, and the sword aura and heroic figure gradually became clear at this moment.

Clear eyebrows, gentle and elegant, pure temperament, Xi Qi Huang's technique to cure diseases and save people, hearing the sound of the piano and knowing the elegance, it can be seen that this person is lonely and elegant......

"Qing'er, this Xu Immortal is an elegant person......"

Bai Suzhen sighed faintly, and then raised her eyes to look at the Ping Lake for thousands of miles, with geese flying south among the clouds, but she didn't know where the "little shepherd boy" was.

Guanyin Bodhisattva once instructed the maze, but after the kindness of more than 1,700 years ago, he could take refuge in the Three Jewels, but the "instructions" of the former teacher Li Shan's mother still lingered in his ears......

It's been three years, Engong, where are you, and why do you have to wait until the Qingming Festival to go to the heights of the West Lake......