Let's say that Situ Mingkong asked Wang Sinan seriously, but on the contrary, she didn't say much. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info she found a stone by the side of the path and sat down. At this time, the moon has broken through the clouds, and the brilliance has fallen, and this innocent glow reflects the original dark mountain road. Wang Sinan took out the mirror he was carrying, and saw only the face of a beautiful woman on the smooth mirror. Situ Mingkong couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous when he saw her like this, so he heard him say: "Hey, didn't you say that you were a man just now, why do you want to look at your face like the woman in the boudoir now?"

This Wang Sinan just turned a blind eye to the absurd question asked by Situ Mingkong, a ridiculous person, who pushed others with his own absurdity. At this time, Yongchuan Kaori was also quite incomprehensible on the side, and when a few people on the scene were quite suspicious, everyone knew what the movements of this beautiful person were! It was a random action of Situ Mingkong just now, and she scattered the hair that Wang Sinan had worked so hard to weave in the original female dress as a man.

When everyone saw this, they knew what it meant. Situ Mingkong turned his head and said to Yongchuan Kaori and Master Chanqing: "Two, I think we have to rest here again, even so, you might as well enjoy a cup of fragrant tea and enjoy the moonlight!" Situ Mingkong said, and then released the donkey's saddle rope. Situ Mingkong stroked a few handfuls of hair on the donkey's head and said, "Good pet, now you can also go to the mountain trail for a walk, and have a good time!"

Zen Qing heard what Situ Mingkong said, and couldn't help but respond: "Amitabha, the little brother is full of Yaxing! The old monk is a layman, but he can't match your poems and books, and the article is flying!" Chan Qing also let the donkey go freely, and then said to Situ Mingkong, "Since the little brother is so Yaxing, the old monk has a jade flute here, why don't you give it to the little brother, I don't know how the little brother feels?"

Situ Mingkong exclaimed: "I don't know if the master is still a person who is proficient in music theory!" Situ Mingkong couldn't help but show surprise and excitement on his face. Situ Mingkong said loudly: "Is it okay to call ・・・・・・ eldest brother of Chanqing ・・・・・・?" Situ Mingkong remembered to become friends with this old Chanqing senior, and he still didn't know what to call for a while.

Chan Qing recited the Buddha's name and said, "Amitabha, eldest brother, I have a little brother like you, hahaha・・・・・・"

Situ Mingkong also laughed loudly: "Hahaha, the younger brother continued what he said just now." Master, you have this jade flute, I don't know if you will play a song for a few of us present?" Situ Mingkong said, then looked at Yongchuan Kaori, blinked slightly, and said, "Xiangori female apprentice, what ・・・・・・do you say?"

"Ah・・・・・・" Yongchuan Kaori saw that Situ Mingkong blinked at herself, and hurriedly said to the Zen Qing master, "Yes, Zen Qing master, the journey is lonely, the mountain wind is lonely, you might as well play a song for us?"

Master Chanqing listened to their request, but he smiled loudly and said: "Hahaha, the old monk has been holding this jade flute for a long time, but he has never played it. However, since the little brother Xiaoyao and the fragrant weaver girl Tanyue asked to play a song, how could they please the two of you, even so, the old monk used this jade flute to play a song for the two and this Wang girl for the first time!"

After saying that, the master of Chanqing moved the jade flute to his mouth. At this time, the moonlight poured down, and you could see that the jade flute was emerald green all over, and the moonlight reflected in it seemed to exude a soft clear light throughout the body, just like the clouds floating in the green mountains and green valleys. And above the sound correction hole at the end of the jade flute, there is an emerald red Yingluo thing, just like a hundred flowers in the mountains and green valleys. These two colors complement each other and complement each other, and I feel that this jade flute is not like a mortal species. In addition, at the top of the jade flute, the four ancient seal characters "Longming Yunyin" are as if there are ink dots flying on them.

At this time, Situ Mingkong and Yongchuan Kaori were both concentrating on the material appearance of this jade flute, and Wang Sinan and Wang Daqianjin, who had just pulled their buns, also looked at this jade flute. At the time when everyone is watching, in the middle of this mountain path, at the moment when everything is safe, a song is like the sound of heaven, beside this lonely mountain road, fluttering like the sky・・・・・・

As soon as this sound came out, Situ Mingkong couldn't help but admire. The flute sound is fluttering, the song is flirtatious, and it is from the moment when the flute sound is fluttering and dancing, and some inexplicable unknown changes have also occurred in the nearby mountain road woods.

At the moment when the flute sound was breeding and fluttering, I could hear that in this quiet mountain forest, it was as if the waves were rolling and the undercurrent was surging. The flute sound played by the master of Zen Qing is in response to the word "Longming", the timbre in the song is exciting, the horn sound is complex and horn sound, this sound is a place, the sound of the birds in the mountains and forests resounded through the sky, as if it is the air fighting mountains and rivers.

And after this passionate and angry music, then came the Shang sound, which was more ethereal than the ordinary Shang sound, this sound in one place, all the sounds were peaceful, and there was silence and depression. However, in this depression, it seems to contain rolling waves and tears, as if the sky is upside down and the Milky Way is rushing. As soon as the old monk's voice came out, it seemed a little different from the previous exciting sound, but the people present Nagagawa Kaori was already a little puzzled. And Situ Mingkong sighed in his heart: "Alas, the collapse of these mountains and rivers, how can it not make people feel both full of anger and loneliness and sadness!"

The sound of the Zen Qing master's blowing is unconscious, as if it is like flowing water and waves, following one at a time, progressing layer by layer, going deep again and again, and there is no intention of stopping. Then there was the sound of the feather, as soon as this sound sounded, it was as if the beasts around the mountain forest were surrounded, which made people panic. At this moment, the expression of the master of Zen Qing also became quite gloomy, as if he was shrouded in a layer of mist, and the face and soul under the thick fog were just enduring the torment of this panic there. There was silence all around, but there was so silence, and the depths were full of oppression.

Listening to such a sound, listening to the ears of these three people, the three of them couldn't help but feel a little sad and shocked. And at this moment, the Zen Qing master ended his flute performance in such a lonely and depressed atmosphere. But at this moment, the mountain birds that gathered became rejoicing again, flapping their wings and flying towards the vast forest・・・・・・

Situ Mingkong applauded after hearing this, and said: "This flute sound is very wonderful, and such a complex and terrifying diacritical ・・・・・・ is contained in one song," Situ Mingkong said, and said, "Now you and I don't have to think about this sad and angry thing, just listen to the song, you might as well flutter your wings and fly again like that dull bird." Let's put aside our troubles, forget our worries, and devote ourselves to the happiness of the rivers and lakes・・・・・"

This is exactly what it is:

Jade flute, a tube of dragon ming,

The king's slave's heart is troubled.

For whom do males spread their wings?

It's hard to stop being warm.