A sturdy goshawk glides through the sky, and below it is the overlapping peaks, rolling hills, reflecting the glittering golden light in the early morning sun, which looks extraordinarily magnificent, like a beautiful picture.

An emerald verdant mountain stands in the rippling blue waters of the lake, like a huge emerald floating in a blue dream. The waves rushed towards the side of the mountain, and the mountain seemed to flutter slightly, and the milky white mist that floated halfway up the mountainside was like the white skirt of a fairy dancing in the wind.

Not far away, an old man in a shabby cloth robe came, he wiped the man on his face, moved the back of his body, tightened the strap, the shy sunlight hit the cliff, the reflection penetrated into the eyes of the old man, the old man was astringent for a while, rubbed his eyes, and when his eyes were comfortable, he looked at the past, this, this, what is this?

In the bushes, there was a black thing, it looked like a person, and when you got closer, you could still smell the stench, was this person dead?

The old man was very puzzled, but more afraid, he was about to turn around and leave, a faint ** came into his ears, is this person not dead? He turned his face and slowly approached this person, only to see that this person's face was black, his lips were black, the clothes on his body were no longer colored, the clothes were full of black blood, and there was a big opening on his chest, thinking that he had been injured for a while, and there was blood slowly oozing out of the wound, it was all black, and the stench was unpleasant, the old man was a little scared and wanted to escape, but there was another ** overflowing from this mouth.

The old man settled down, took out the warm clothes given to him by the boy at home from his back, put them on the person's body, and then gritted his teeth and pulled up the man on the ground, let him lean on his shoulder, put his hand on his neck, and moved down the mountain step by step.

When the man woke up and found himself lying on a large wooden bed, there was a faint fragrance on this bed, it was very cool to sleep on, and if he smelled it carefully, he could smell a little bit of the aroma of herbs, and he thought to himself: What is this, what is this place?

The night of the sky steps is as cool as water, the red candles in the window are swaying, the drizzle outside the window is slanting, and the stagnant water is quietly dripping down the eaves, creating a circle of ripples on the ground, like sighing and retaining.

A soft figure in a night robe, flashed out of nowhere, a girl like a ring, carrying a small, delicate palace lamp waiting for her, seeing that people have appeared, she carried this dim silk palace lamp in front of the way, the whole corridor is pitch black, except for a little light under the feet, and from time to time on both sides seem to have a trickling sound of running water, nothing can be seen clearly.

When turning into a secluded courtyard, a white wall built on the water emerged in front of me, about two meters high, covered with black tiles, and the head of the wall was built in the form of undulating waves.

The black plaque on the door has two gilded characters of "Jing Si Zhai", and there is only a small hut in the courtyard, and this figure quietly walked in with Yahuan.

In the house, the four corners of the room stand white marble pillars, the walls around are all carved white stone bricks, the orchids carved from white jade bloom charmingly between the white stones, the cyan window screen ripples with the wind, the faint sandalwood incense fills the side, the swaying candlelight in the hollow carved windows, flickering and swaying, turning sideways, the girl's boudoir comes into view, the guqin stands in the corner, the copper mirror is placed on the wooden dresser, and the room is so fresh and leisurely.

The crystal bead curtain pours out, behind the curtain, someone wears a veil to caress the piano, the piano sound flows between the ups and downs of the fingertips, or virtual or real, changeable, like a quiet stream dripping spring clear and ethereal, exquisitely clear, and then the water gathers into a gurgling strong current, with tenacious vitality through the mountains and mountains, reefs and shoals, into the rolling rivers and seas, and finally tends to be calm, only the leisurely overtones remain, like the waves that the fish leaps over the water surface and splashes occasionally.

At the end of the song, the voice of the jewel in the curtain came softly: "Have you brought something?"