288 times, sit and listen to the stringless song, and in the blink of an eye, Mingtong makes a chemical machine

Meng Haoran often befriended the children of officials and eunuchs in the Guozi Eunuch Taixue, wrote poems and chanted, and had close contacts with Wang Wei, Zhang Jiuling and other important ministers in the court. A poet in the literary circle of the Tang Dynasty, eighty percent may be an official in the officialdom, chanting is a fashion, and almost everyone with background loves two songs.

Meng Haoran's opportunity finally came, one day he was a guest at Wang Wei's house to talk about poetry, the Son of Heaven Li Longji suddenly came, Meng Haoran avoided it, and Wang Wei told the Son of Heaven that Meng Haoran was in his home. Li Longji was very happy and said to Wang Wei: "I have heard of this person, but I can come and see him." ”

Meng Haoran visited the Son of Heaven and recited a poem with great expectations: Beiyun Xiu is on the book, and Nanshan is returning to the house. Not only does it know that the Lord abandons, and many people are sick and sparse. The gray hair urges the old, and the green sun forces the old age. Forever sorrowful, pine moon night window empty.

As soon as he read the third sentence of "Don't know the Lord to abandon", Li Longji was displeased, and after he finished reciting, he asked: "Qing didn't seek a career in office, why did he come to Chang'an to apply for the imperial examination? Qing once regarded himself as a recluse, why should I abandon you, why should I boast of a clear name and slander me with poetry?" and then brushed his sleeves away, Meng Haoran traveled to Chang'an to seek Wenda in vain.

Meng Haoran was depressed in his heart, it can be imagined, he left Chang'an and went down to the south of the Yangtze River to send his feelings to the mountains and rivers, and wrote many poems to show that he was indifferent, not admiring vanity and power, but only seeking to clean himself, on the one hand, he was writing for others to see, and on the other hand, he was comforting himself. He spent a lot of money and indulged in sensual play for more than a year, and his utilitarian heart had to fade.

Although he claims to be forgetful, he can't forget it deep in his heart, Meng Haoran came to the sentence "Stone meets Rakshasa obstacles" when he wrote poems in Qingyi River, alluding to the frustration of Chang'an meeting the Son of Heaven but not being reused, which corresponds to the indifferent feelings of the next sentence "The mountain is respectful and the pavilion is secluded". - The above is not Meng Haoran's original statement, but the process of Mei Zhenyi as a bystander to understand it.

Interestingly, when Meng Haoran mentioned the past incident of being released for offending the Son of Heaven in person, he was deeply imprinted with regret in his heart, but he was very proud on the surface. It seems that he has done a very remarkable thing, just waiting for Mei Zhenyi to praise him. It's a pity that Mei Zhenyi didn't praise him, Meng Haoran was vaguely disappointed, and it was difficult to show it. This kind of complex and contradictory entanglement of mentality is very clear to Mei Zhenyi's immortal sense.

Mei Zhenyi wanted to laugh a little, but she couldn't help laughing, how Li Longji didn't talk about it for the time being, Meng Haoran's experience can be regarded as self-inflicted. Meng Haoran's landscape poems are quite well written. is better than Kong Ming's poems, but when he lives in seclusion in the countryside, he thinks he is Zhuge Liang, but it is impossible for any legendary Lord to visit the sages and invite him from the sky, he is not.

This kind of self-confidence is really a kind of naïve delusion, not only the naivety of the literati, but also the delusion of most people in the world. For example, some people read the Dan Dao classics and think that Huigen is excellent. When he saw Mei Zhenyi, he asked, "Why didn't you come early to invite me to cultivate immortals?" Mei Zhenyi didn't have to pay attention to him.

Meng Haoran's career is not smooth, and he boasts that he does not admire fame, which is a self-comforting word, and the true meaning of seclusion does not lie in this. Such an encounter may also become an opportunity to comprehend the indifferent state of mind, but looking at Meng Haoran's performance, it is obvious that he has not really comprehended it.

Think of it. Mei Zhenyi opened his mouth and said: "Pure and innocent, pampered and humiliated, not shocked, not complaining, not boasting, not ashamed, but saving one's own behavior." If Brother Meng really had the heart of 'accompanying Lai Shaou', these grudges and past events would not be deliberately mentioned. Why do you raise a glass alone in the boat and chant? Although you are in the quiet landscape, your heart is restless. ”

Meng Haoran said drunkly: "The poems and texts are eternal, and the fame is resting, and I am not the emperor's teacher, but now I have forgotten to be between the mountains and rivers and enjoy the joy of leisure." Listening to the words of Meishan people, are you also a good guest?"

Mei Zhenyi nodded and said, "Yes, I am an immortal cultivator." ”

Meng Haoran said loudly: "Huayi Immortal Jiayu. The prince laughed lightly! Today is really fate, why don't you ask the beauty in the boat to move the boat to serve the wine, and you and I can talk about the way of gold liquid dansha on this river?"

Mei Zhenyi shook his head and smiled faintly: "Brother Meng is a celebrity, and the idyllic poetry in his pen can be left for eternity, and he hides himself with madness, and today he is all here." The words disappeared in front of Meng Haoran's eyes.

Meng Haoran was taken aback, the wine immediately woke up, and subconsciously got up and rushed out of the cabin to look out. Where is there still the shadow of the boat on the river? Look into the cabin again. The wine and food were still on the table, and he realized that he had really met the gods today. When I came back to my senses, I wanted to ask Xianyuan again, but it was too late, and I paused again and again at the bow of the boat.

Mei Zhenyi cast a spell to cover the traces of the two boats, leaving only a slippery wave on the river, and went north into the Yangtze River, which reappeared among the world. Boating along the Yangtze River, passing through Runzhou, going down to Jinling, going to sea from the mouth of the Yangtze River, and then going south along the coastline into Qiantang Bay.

Since ancient times, the tide of Qiantang is turbulent and magnificent, but few people can sit on the boat floor like Princess Yuzhen to enjoy, Mei Zhenyi's boat gallops into Wu with the tide of Qiantang, and the hull has been firmly located on the head of the white tide on the Zhangxu Heights, which seems to fly with the surging waterline. The next day after entering Qiantang, open the sails, go up the river, such as swimming in the landscape painting, and then go west into the Fuchun River.

The two boats that Mei Zhenyi and others took were just a drop in the sea, but they were like rocks in the stormy waves, and they also drifted steadily into the Fuchun River in distress and rapids, which was obviously the work of the Xianjia's ** force transfer.

Wu Jun, a literati of the Southern Dynasties, once described the scenery of the Fuchun River in this way: the wind and smoke are clean, and the Tianshan Mountains are colorful. Drifting from the stream, anything. From Fuyang to Tonglu, a hundred miles, strange mountains and different waters, unique in the world. The water is ethereal, and you can see the bottom. Swimming fish with fine stones, no obstruction to direct viewing. The turbulence is very fast, and the waves are rushing. Sandwiched between the high mountains, all of them have cold trees, compete with each other, compete for heights, and thousands of peaks. The spring water is rocky, and the sound is loud, and the good birds are singing and rhyme. The cicadas are endless, and the apes are endless. The kite flies to the sky, looking at the peak and resting the heart, and the economic and worldly affairs, peeking into the valley and forgetting the rebellion. Hengke is covered by the top, and it is still dusk in the day;

In just over 100 words, the beautiful scenery along the way is very expressive. More than half a month has passed since the trip, and the time for the gathering in the sword washing pond has also arrived. Mei Zhenyi ordered to slip around and Ying Yuan to return the same way with these two boats and wait at Jinling Yanziji. He landed with Zhiyan Shezhou, walked through the mountains and rivers of Soochow and came to the sword washing pond as scheduled.

The sword washing pond is not far from the bank of the Fuchun River, between several undulating hills that seem to be stepped up, the scope of the dojo cave is not large, the radius is about 100 zhang, and the large platform of the Fangzheng Peak of the three mountains of Qingyi is similar.

The western side of the mountain is higher, and there is a rock wall that is smooth and sharp. There is a spring on the top of the stone wall, and the clear spring continues to flow down all year round. This spring water is very peculiar, the tentacles are cold, along the mountain confluence into a stream and go down, dozens of zhang away to form a blue water cold pool. The water is crystal clear, and because the water is too cold, there is a faint layer of white mist in the air above the water.

In this icy pool, you can see strange cold fish swimming. This waterhole is in the middle of the whole cave. The radius is about 30 zhang, and there is a small island in the center, or a boulder that is exposed to the water. This stone is pale blue without any variegation, just like a Hong Qingfeng sword light, with a diameter of about seven zhang, and two straight cracks on it are crossed, as if someone has cut this boulder into neat four petals with sword qi.

To the south of the waterhole, there is a pavilion-like building connected by a long corridor. These pavilions are the places where this grand event is held, and the boulder in the middle of the pond is the best place for sword fighting, and the rest of the people can sit in the pavilion to observe.

Of course, the scale of the Sword Washing Pond is far from being comparable to the Qingyi Three Mountains, but it is also a very rare hidden cave in the human world, and it cannot accommodate a gate sect as a foundation dojo. But it is a good place for the disciples in the door to cultivate and try. The land here is beautiful, and the scenery outside the dojo is beautiful, like a paradise.

With Mei Zhenyi's eyesight, he could see that the cold pool water and the cold fish in the water could be used as a bait for cultivation. In particular, the cold pool water is very suitable for refining the magic weapon flying sword. It's no wonder that the Qingcheng and Guyun factions will compete for this place after discovering it at the same time, if Mei Zhenyi does not have the Qingyi Three Mountains to rely on and does not have the ability to build a vast cave like the Qingyi Three Mountains, he will also hope to find such a place as a blessed land for Qing Xiu.

There are many masters sent by various cultivators in the world, and there are many old acquaintances with fresh faces. The elder of the Danxia faction, Baofeng Zhenren, has ascended to the immortal realm, and now he is practicing in the immortal mansion of the ancient golden immortal Guangchengzi Taoyuan Cave, and the Taoism of the Danxia faction is that Guangchengzi left in the world, and the ancestor of the Danxia faction is the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan. Elder Baofeng didn't know this until he ascended to the Immortal Realm, but Guang Chengzi ordered him not to tell the Danxia Sect to make another sacrifice. Or continue to worship the patriarch according to the thousand-year-old tradition.

Mei Zhenyi met Baofeng's real person, and the two talked about these things when they chatted, and only they and Zhiyan could understand the fairy family's witty words.

The contemporary head of the Longhu Mountain faction is already Mei Zhenyi's sworn brother Zhang Xiu, Zhang Xiu brought four entourages to the sword washing pool this time, including his sister-in-law Zhang Zhan, he asked Zhang Zhan to kowtow to Mei Zhenyi and call Uncle Shi. The closest cultivator family to this place is Tingtao Villa, and the owner of the village, Yu Wenwei, also brought his son-in-law Yu Wenlong to participate in the grand event. The head of the Danxia faction, Wudao and the protector Wuxuan, also came, following Baofeng Zhenren.

Mato Jibuchi has passed the position of head to Standing Rock. Standing Yan also received an invitation and brought his disciples to come. He once had a relationship with Mei Zhenyi. In the small talk, Mei Zhenyi learned that the practice of the world has been a habit since ancient times. Generally, before the arrival of the bitter sea tribulation, the elders in the sect will set up a disciple in charge or simply pass on the position of head to the disciple, and then live in seclusion and rarely show up to take care of the affairs of the sect, many people have gone to Kunlun Wonderland, and Jiyuan Zhenren has now also soared to Kunlun Wonderland.

This is not a convention, but a traditional habit, the Tao has been passed down, their own cultivation has reached the realm of flying to the sky, generally speaking, to go to the Kunlun Fairyland, such a vast cave to cultivate, in order to go through hardships and become an immortal is the best choice, and then seek to cultivate to the end of the world's law to achieve the immortal Dao. At this stage, the monk really has no intention of getting involved in the worldly affairs, and he will not be able to take care of the affairs of the sect when the bitter sea comes.

Even if he didn't go to the Kunlun Wonderland, the predecessors of the masters, such as Elder Baofeng of the Danxia Sect, were also the head of the Dao of Enlightenment, and he himself cultivated in the Danxia Peak until he ascended to immortality.

Mei Zhenyidi's situation is very special, he first went through the sea of hardships to become an immortal, and then created the inheritance of the thirty-six caves, and the human, material, financial, blessing, and immortal fate were prosperous for a while, and the large-scale immortal cave heaven like the Qingyi Three Mountains was chiseled, which was almost impossible to replicate in the eyes of others.

Mei Zhenyi's identity is not the head of a faction, strictly speaking, he is a loose cultivator, and he is still a loose immortal after becoming an immortal. Although the scale of the inheritance of Qingyi Sanshan is no less than that of any major sect in the world, it has not yet formally established the sect and Taoism, and everything is ready to be established. Mei Zhenyi is also planning to choose a suitable time for Liu Hai to come forward to establish a sect and announce it to the worldly cultivation world.

In the past hundred years, there are only a dozen people in the world who have ascended to immortals, and there are three of them in the sword washing pool today, which can naturally be called a grand event of the immortal family. When the seats were arranged, of course, the three immortals were seated in the chairman, and who sat in the main seat in the center? Mei Zhenyi smiled and said to the Taoist: "You are the person of the year who will meet in the Sword Washing Pool, and I am also the light of the Taoist." You just sit in the middle. ”

The gathering of the Sword Washing Pool lasted for seven days, and the exchanges between the masters of various factions did not need to be mentioned, and the most exciting of them was of course the sword fighting of the younger disciples. The clouds of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, the water of the Guyun River without a trace, Zhang Zhan of Longhu Mountain, Yu Wenlong of Tingtao Villa, Xuanqi, a disciple of Donghuamen, and Jiuqing, a disciple of the Danxia Sect, all went down to practice and learn.

The final result was that Mei Zhenyi's disciple Hu Chun won the first place, and the finale was fought between Hu Chun and Yun Piaomiao, Yun Piaomiao since taking Zishizhi and retreating in the three mountains of Qingyi, and got the guidance of Zhang Demon Wang, and cultivated for a while, winning all the way and finally encountering Hu Chun. His Shen Yin Sword had been repaired by Demon King Zhang.

Of course, the big disciples of Qingyi Sanshan have no shortage of magic weapons, but Hu Chun is the most special one, at first Mei Zhenyi just asked him to chop wood with the power of the air, and later gave him a piece of dragon scales to go to the mountains to dig stones, and did not give another magic weapon with him. Hu Chun usually performs the Fa with his classmates in the mountains, and he borrows the magic weapons of bystanders at will, and he has a talent for touching and changing freely.

Nine of the ten demon kings used magic weapons are water splitting thorns, and Hu Longteng and other four water demons also have magic weapons similar to water splitting thorns. Hu Chun used the land very easily, and saw that the magic weapon of Yuwen Long, a disciple of the Yuwen family, was a blue wave water splitting thorn, and he borrowed it in the last battle. He used the borrowed water splitting thorn to perform the Divine Night Heavenly Thunder Technique, breaking through the ethereal Splitting Blade Flying Rainbow Technique, winning the applause of the audience. Especially the two of Yu Wenlong and Yun Miao. admired Hu Chun even more.

On the last day of the puja, the whole body drank and feasted, and the special wine was the old Chunhuang produced by the Mei family in Wuzhou, and the bangs were mixed with elixir in advance to make the wine more mellow. Long before the Sword Washing Pool gathering, it was transported by Hu Chun and Yuan Chong with their younger disciples. At the banquet, someone proposed that the sword fighting of the disciples was wonderful, but they had not yet seen the methods of the predecessors of the immortals, so please perform the method of the three immortals in the venue to ignite the people present.

Baofeng Zhenren excused himself: "The law of the world is nothing more than a supernatural one, and the means used in the world are nothing more than deeper cultivation. ”

The master of the Four Seasons Book, the head of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, shook his head and said, "Everyone here. Most of them don't even have supernatural cultivation, and a few immortals push one person as a representative to show the ultimate mystical means of the worldly law. ”

Baofeng and Zhiyan were reluctant to make a move, Mei Zhenyi didn't want to disappoint everyone, and nodded and agreed to let him act. All the masters and juniors looked at Mei Zhenyi on the central pavilion intently, only to see Zhengyi Zhenren pull out the hairpin and leave the seat and walk to the waterfront railing. Holding a cup in one hand, a hairpin in the other hand pointed to the surface of the water, and recited a long poem in his mouth-

Forget to keep your word. Lowering the heart is not doing.

Movement knows the ancestors. Nothing to look for.

It is always necessary to respond to things, and it is necessary not to be confused.

Don't be obsessed with self-living. Sex is self-contained.

Qi Hui Dan self-knotting, with Kan Li in the pot.

Yin and yang are reborn, and a thunder is generalized.

The white clouds are on the top, and the nectar is sprinkled on Sumeru.

Drink the longevity wine, who knows.

Sit and listen to the stringless music, Mingtong makes a chemical machine.

Twenty sentences are coming, and the ladder is on the ground.

The sound of chanting floated on the blue water and cold pool, and every word was imprinted into the thoughts of the gods, and the sword washing pool was silent. After reciting the hundred words, Mei Zhenyi drank all the wine in the cup, returned to his seat and sat down, smiling without saying a word.

Most of the people present were stunned, and even a little puzzled, waiting for Mei Zhenyi's next move, but seeing that the posture of the Zhengyi Immortal seemed to have been demonstrated. When he recited the poem just now, he pointed to the water surface with a hairpin, but there was no change in the water surface, it seemed that Mei Zhenyi was just chanting a poem, and everyone's request was to demonstrate that the magic method was not to occupy the fairy fate, and the Zhengyi immortal was not drinking too much?

At this time, someone suddenly exclaimed in a low voice: "Look over there!" Everyone involuntarily turned their heads to look west, only to see that on the stone wall like a stele next to the spring in the high place, I don't know when it has been engraved with a hundred and three characters of elegant rhyme but like a pen, it is the poem that Mei Zhenyi just chanted, and the name of "Lu Chunyang" is written on the inscription.

Just now, everyone was silent, and they all let out thunderous cheers, and today they finally witnessed the methods of the immortal family with their own eyes! Mei Zhenyi didn't have any smugness, he swept everyone with his divine sense, and unexpectedly found a very special man, who also showed surprise, but he smiled faintly when he read this poem silently. It seems that this person is also amazed by Mei Zhenyi's wonderful method, but he does not think that this poem is very exquisitely written.

He looked like he was in his early thirties, described Junyi as a little thin, and when he attacked the green shirt and forehead, he hung a long sword from his waist, and said to the people around him with a wine glass: "Zhengyi is a real person's wonderful method, and in my opinion, the most wonderful person in the sword washing pool is this Wuzhou wine." But there was no mention of the poem.

The person next to the man is called Pei Min, a famous sword immortal in the Qilu area, and the elder of the Qingcheng Sword Sect and the drunken swordsman of the Four Seasons Book are old friends, and this time he was also invited to participate in the sword washing pool party, sitting in the pavilion in the corner. When Mei Zhenyi first came, Four Seasons Book had introduced Pei Min, but he didn't know who the man next to Pei Min was?

Mei Zhenyi saw that this person had a very special feeling, the immortal family sensed that he was not a mortal in reincarnation, then he should be an immortal, but if you look carefully, although this person has cultivation, he has not yet achieved supernatural skills, let alone an immortal. Could it be that he is the incarnation of a certain golden immortal? No, at least not like any of the various incarnations of a golden immortal or bodhisattva that Mei Zhenyi has ever seen.

Mei Zhenyi said to Zhiyan with divine thoughts: "Look at the high-crowned swordsman over there, what is wrong?"

"I didn't see it, he was a human monk, why did you ask?" Zhiyan replied with a divine thought, she didn't see anything special about the man.

Mei Zhenyi actually didn't really see anything abnormal about that person, it was just that there was a strange sense in the spirit platform, could it be that he was too sensitive? Just as he was looking for someone to ask who the high-crowned swordsman was, the cheers of the crowd gradually stopped at this moment, and the two heads of Zhang Xiu and Liyan on the side of him whispered a few words, Zhang Xiu got up and said, "Everyone, be quiet, I have something to say." ”

Everyone quieted down again, Zhang Xiuxian bowed his hand to the surrounding groups, and said loudly: "Today's Sword Washing Pool Fa, first there are high-level seals of various factions to prove the gains and losses, and then see the immortal family performing the law, creating an opportunity for the disciples of all factions to exchange and seal and make good fortunes. It will become a blessing for the world's fellow cultivators. ”

Standing Yan continued: "I also agree with this proposal, today's meeting is a coincidence, and the people who received the invitation are only a few of our sects, if the world's cultivators of various sects gather and hold such a festival regularly, wouldn't it be more blessed?"