Chapter 50: Lady of the Valley

Walking on the land of Guizhou, there are plateaus and mountains everywhere, the terrain is high in the west and low in the east, inclined from the middle to the north, east and south, with an average altitude of about 1100 meters. The Guizhou Plateau is mostly mountainous, known as "eight mountains, one water and one field". Song Qingshu wanted to go west through Guizhou, so naturally he walked higher and higher.

The most troublesome thing about walking in the mountains is to be mentally prepared to always use the sky as a quilt and the earth as a bed. Always be prepared to eat and sleep in the open.

If it was in his previous life, Song Qingshu wouldn't dare to think about it, don't say anything about sleeping in the wilderness, just say that he can't do it all day long.

This night, Song Qingshu walked to a place where there was no village in front of him and no store in the back, so he had to spend the night in the wild.

However, along the way, Song Qingshu has become accustomed to sleeping in the wild frequently.

Tonight, when the bright moon was in the sky, the fire rose, and after dinner, Song Qingshu pulled out the three-foot Qingfeng sword and danced.

The mirror hangs high, the cool breeze blows, and the sword is drawn to take a photo, but it is a pity that there is no beautiful woman to accompany you.

In this situation, Song Qingshu only felt quite comfortable, and suddenly remembered a poem, and felt that it was quite a scene, so he immediately opened his mouth and said: "Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and roaring, people in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures." ”

This "Bamboo Pavilion" is a poem composed by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei in his later years when he lived in seclusion in Lantian Gongchuan. This poem writes about the secluded love of the mountains and forests, which is an occasional send, and the words and sentences are simple and beautiful, conveying the poet's quiet and indifferent mood, and showing the quiet and quiet, elegant and vulgar realm.

It's a pity that he is not sitting alone in the secluded fence, but in the bald forest, not playing the piano and roaring, but dancing the sword and roaring, but it is true that people in the deep forest do not know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures.

It's just that he doesn't have the quiet, quiet, elegant and vulgar realm of the poet Buddha Wang Wei.

Now I just have a criss-crossing of rivers and lakes, happy and hateful. Maybe there will be a feeling of being in the rivers and lakes in the future, but that is only in the future, not now.

Suddenly, a wisp of flute faintly came into his ears, and Song Qingshu's spirit was lifted, "Is there still a person who has fallen from the end of the world?" Song Qingshu said secretly.

Song Qingshu was interested, and left when he heard the sound.

In the current sound of the flute, although there is a lonely scenery all around, and it is played solo at night, it is not lonely, but there is a kind of elegance of the hollow valley.

Looking for the sound of the flute, walking in the moonlight, the ancient trees and weeds in the mountains, a river stream winds from the northwest, flows to the southeast, the two banks are full of maple trees, when the autumn is in full bloom, the maple leaves turn red, the red, yellow and green reflect each other, resulting in a rich color sense level, and the scenery is extremely beautiful.

Over the maple forest, through the mountain gorge, the scenery changes suddenly, only to see the forest is deep and luxuriant, the pond is connected by the rushing flow according to the mountain level, the ravine terrain is like layers of steps, the high and low waterfalls are overflowing, the sound of water is roaring, there is no place where there is no road, there is a hole in the sky, there are willows and dark flowers, and the wonder of seeking seclusion and exploring victory.

The wild trees are intertwined according to the pond and mountain situation, the moss and grass flow blue, the flowing water or snatches down, or the graded falls, and the water hits the stubborn stones, forming a moving scene of countless water swirls and splashes.

As he walked forward, passing through an ancient tree towering to the sky, Song Qingshu suddenly felt a light in front of him, but behind this forest, it was actually a valley.

Entering the valley, there is a cave. The mouth of the valley is small, and there are trees outside, but it is not easy to be found, if he didn't look for Xiao Yin to find it, it would be difficult to find it easily. But the inside is not small, there is a little gourd look.

In the valley, there is a waterfall, and although it is late autumn, the waterfall has not dried up.

Next to the waterfall is a bamboo forest, and although it is late autumn, the bamboo forest is still green.

On the other side of the waterfall, there are several thatched huts and a bamboo building.

The sound of the flute came from the bamboo building, which was open, except for the support of the four corners of the stakes, and the waist-length railings below, there was no closure on all sides. Song Qingshu stood in the valley and could clearly see the situation in the bamboo building.

In the bamboo building, there is a woman sitting on the railing, dressed in a green coat, and playing the flute.

The flute sound is wonderful, frustrating and impermanent, the breathing between the notes and the transitions between the musical phrases, through the confession of the flute sound and water, even if there is a break, but listening to the sound will only have the lingering feeling of endless and dead. Its fire is well understood, and it has reached the peak of the Xiaodao realm.

Gradually, the sound of the flute turned from intermittent to entangled, but it became soft and thin, although it was so quiet that every inch of space in the valley that was so quiet that it could not be breathed, there was an ethereal and unfathomable from infinity away. And the music that makes people's hearts intoxicated is like a series of heavenly sounds murmuring alone in a mysterious and lonely world, evoking everyone's deep pain and joy, and surging unbearable sorrows, which can be sung and sighed.

Xiao Yin turned again, and an extremely restrained enthusiasm bloomed through the bright spoon notes, as if softly telling the story in everyone's heart.

Xiao Yin paused.

"Alas, on such a night, it is really worth the trip to be able to hear a song of heaven. Although Song Qingshu came to find the sound only because of the curiosity in his heart, but now that he heard such a beautiful sound of the flute, Song Qingshu had to sigh secretly. "This song should only be in the sky, how many times can I hear it in the world."

"Distinguished guests, the bright moon has lost its welcome, and I hope to forgive me. I only heard a wisp of sweet and soft female voice that had no words to describe it from the bamboo building into my ears.

"There, it's abrupt and disturbing Miss Yaxing. Song Qingshu came back to his senses and bowed his hand.

"Hehe, it's better to meet by chance, in this deep mountain, it's rare to get a confidant!" The female voice said, "Childe might as well move to the bamboo building, how about it?"

"It's better to be respectful than to obey your orders, and please forgive me for the disturbances. Song Qingshu said, walking towards the bamboo building.

"Empty Valley Youlan!" This was Song Qingshu's first feeling when he saw the woman.

Facing the night breeze sent by the bright moon, a light green robe blows in the wind, and it is impossible to say that it is elegant and dusty, looking down on the clear stream, calmly. There is an elegantly shaped ancient sword on the table, which adds to her heroic spirit, and seems to remind others that she not only has a unique appearance, but also has unparalleled swordsmanship in the world.

Her existence seems to be able to purify all the complexity, but her "arrival" transforms everything into a victory of empty mountains and spiritual rain, which is as real as illusion and extremely moving. Although she appeared in the mortal world, she seemed to be a fairy of the Nine Heavens descending to the earth, 'out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons'.

Song Qingshu was stunned for a while. It's not that Song Qingshu hasn't seen a beauty, not to mention the previous life, let's just say that in this life, Yin Susu is a beauty, (of course, Zhou Zhiruo is too, but now she is still a little Lori). But compared with the one in front of him, Song Qingshu found that everyone else was missing a kind of 'clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving'.