Yuntai Mountain is steep and abrupt. The shadow of the clouds, into the Taiqing, the proud posture, faintly beyond the thousands of mountains and mountains in the north. The mountains stand tall because of the wilderness, and the wilderness is lonely because of the mountains. The cliffs are craggy, the strange rocks are barred, dotted with some snow traces, and the ice crystals of all sizes are hanging, which shows the thinness and loneliness of this mountain.

This is the real cloud platform! The frost silver quill tea should grow on the cliff or on the top of the mountain.

Nearby, two Jindan monks flew from the western side of the sword and landed in front of a group of people. One of them said, "Fellow Daoists stop. Due to the handover of Yuntai Mountain, visitors have not been treated in recent days. ”

"Handover?, this Yuntai Mountain, and send it back and forth?" Mo asked and smiled, and threw his eyes away: "Are the two Taoist friends ...... Isn't it a recreation for the slaves?"

The wind is light on the night, and it is better to listen to the snow and be relieved. After listening to their words, I was afraid that I would just look here, wander around, and then return to Wuliguan. Now don't ask for intercession and talk to them, with her contingency methods, it should be possible to get up the mountain.

The two Jindan monks visibly breathed tightly.

The still one asked, "Isn't Daoist a monk of the Ogi Kingdom?"

"Yes, extremely. The slave family is in the country, and the mountain scenery of Wenyuntai and the frost tea are not far away...... Alas......" Mo Wenqing said with a frown.

"This is trouble," the man said. At the moment, I talked about Yuntai Mountain in detail. This Yuntai Mountain, in the country of Di, does not belong to any sect of cultivation, it is shared by a country, therefore, it is managed by several major sects in turn, and it is changed every ten years. These days, it was the Immortal Dao Sect of the Ogi Kingdom that took over the Ling Tian Dao Sect, and there were all Yuanying real people present, especially Ling Tian Dao Sect Meng Gaoyang, whose temperament was like fire, and he couldn't rub a grain of sand in his eyes.

"So, a few days later, I will sweep the couch to greet friends and friends. Rong Suishu said.

"Then what should I do...... "Mo Wen said worriedly.

couldn't bear the miserable face of the little lady, and another said: "Where the head of the east goes, every winter, there are people living there. When you come to the PTZ, why don't you taste a pot of tea? You can go there and try your luck, so that it is not an empty trip. You Yuntai a mountain, arranged with Brother Shu in the future, Taoist friends rest assured. ”

The two of them had a lot to do, so they gave a salute and left.

"Hee-hee, whatever it is, shall we go up?" Mo said.

Ning Tingxue said: "If Master Xing is here, it's pretty much the same." ”

Mo Wen smiled even more happily: "Anyway, there is no owner, Xing Ye is only afraid that he will rob this mountain, but fortunately he is not here." ”

"Isn't it more beautiful?" said the wind light night.

"You're going to stop it. Rather listen to the snow and laugh.

"Master Xing really robbed, I won't stop it. Ha ha. The wind smiled and said, "Let's try our luck in the east." ”

When the group went to the east side of Yuntai Mountain, they saw a large piece of heterogeneous bamboo, stretching for more than ten miles. Although the snow pressed on it, the green color still warmed the ice and snow of the wild, and also warmed the cold mountain of Yuntai. If in the morning, leaning on the cloud platform, perching on the bamboo forest, watching the Qixia flowing, in the middle of winter in the northern country, how fortunate it is?

The sky is getting darker and dusk, and I find a path to the bamboo forest, Lixu, a few grass houses in the distance, surrounded by hedges. In front of the fence gate, put the stone, write "Purple Fence Yan Yongju", between the grass house, three people sit around a big stone to drink tea. Two Yuanying real people, an old man, have no cultivation.

Feng Qingye coughed and cleared his throat, ready to speak, and one of the Yuanying real people said, "Old Ran, there is a visitor." ”

The old man called "Ran Lao" glanced at them and said arrogantly: "Go, go, go, go, there is no one to be seen here." ”

Feng Qingye held the bamboo fence and said, "The kid wants to ask, can you buy frost silver quill tea?"

The two real people laughed.

Ran was extremely angry, rolled his eyes, and asked, "How much to buy?"

Feng Qingye thought about it and said, "Two catties will do...... Three catties is better. ”

The laughter was even more ridiculous, and Ran Lao couldn't help laughing: "Boy, do you know how many frost silvers are in the middle of the Diguo Cultivation Sect every year?"

The wind shook his head in the light night.

An old Yuan Ying real person smiled: "Three catties." ”

The wind was light and the night was "oh", and he had no choice but to face the cold. After walking a few steps back, he leaned back against the fence and asked, "Can I ask for a pot of tea?"

Ran Lao was stunned.

Someone in the grass house shouted softly: "Ran Lao." ”

Hearing this, Ran Lao immediately got up and responded, "Yes." Miss. ”

"Asking for a pot of tea, an elegant thing. I'll take care of a few. "The voice is clear, like jade.

Ran Lao quickly opened the fence and said, "My young lady is invited." I was just lazy. ”

Inside, a young girl came out of the grass house, carrying a basket in one hand and a guqin on the other. Look at the girl's appearance again, the wind is light on the night, Ning listens to the snow, Mo asks for love, and even the breeze, the bright moon and the cold child, all of them are in a trance. Her youthful face is clear and pure, and she seems to have won all the beauty of Zhong Lingyu, which is indescribable.

The girl's face was crimson when she was pretty, her eyes turned bright, she showed her teeth, and said, "I'll lead the way." ”

Walking lightly, I found that under the skirt, there were bare feet. She also has no cultivation, it is estimated that she is the same as Ran Lao, she has a very clever qi collection method, and according to her age, she should refine qi at the level. Halfway through, the girl said playfully: "They have been noisy for an afternoon, and I have no one to talk to." Just now, this brother's 'begging for a pot of tea' is so delicious. ”

"Excuse me, Miss ......?"

"I'm only here for a few days. Giving each other's names and surnames, on the contrary, they are on the look. If only you knew I was sincere. The girl Wen Wan said. She looked smiling, her eyes were bent into the shape of a crescent moon, and in addition to Lingxiu, there was a little more brightness.

After a while, deep in the bamboo forest, I heard the sound of springs. Next to the spring, there is a stone table. The girl put the bamboo basket on it, took all kinds of tea sets and jade boxes for tea, and the movements were natural and tranquil, pleasing to the eye. After doing this, he hugged the guqin and said, "You can make your own tea." It's been a long time since I've played the piano, Purple Heart ......"

Speaking of which, quickly cover your mouth.

Don't ask for love, rather listen to the snow, and laugh at the light wind and night. It's also a girl who hasn't experienced the world, and she leaked her name while talking.

Ning Tingxue smiled and said, "My sister should tell her name." My name is Ning Tingxue, this is Qingfeng, Mingyue, Mo Wenqing sister, this is ...... The night breeze is cold. We are here, Han'er is the most precious. ”

"Hmm. Zixin stared at the little fox for a long time and said, "What a cute Han'er." ”——

The wind was light and the heart beat at night, exactly the same as the day when Ning listened to the snow and saw the cold for the first time.

Purple Heart said: "Purple Heart will be accompanied by the piano." Han'er, are you going to accompany me?" The girl sat cross-legged, Hengqin on her knees, Han'er leaned on her side, touched Han'er, fingertips picked the strings, the piano "murmuring" and chirping, bamboo leaves within ten zhang, no wind automatically. Zixin said generously: "The light rain for half a day washes away the sorrows, and the smoke is resting under the forest." The title of this song is "Under the Forest", which was composed by my teacher. ”

The sound of the piano is overwhelming.

The wind is light at night, rather listen to the snow, and don't ask for love to enter the piano realm. In the sound of the piano, there is a woman caressing the piano in the green hills, the smoke and rain are miserable, the apricot blossoms are wet, the green grass is lurking, and the forest is forested; in front of the mountain, the lake is full of new lotus, the water is abundant, and the lake is over, and the shadow of the green mountains is reflected farther away. Gradually, the rain was dense, and the woman touching the qin was in a trance, and the sound of the piano was jerky, but it was more meaningful, as if she was grieving for the people who were far away. When you can no longer feel the presence of people, the sound of the piano is even more chaotic. As a result, the rain became more urgent, and finally turned into a sky full of broken rain, gently knocking on a world of smoke and rain.

The lotus leaves of the half-lake were swayed by the knocking.

In the same way, it also shook the artistic conception of the weaving of the piano and shook the hearts of those who listened to "Under the Forest".