The Rise of the Cold Gate in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

Chapter 73

I don't know where Chen Yunzhi went, so naturally I can't write a letter to try to get him back.

Xiao Qinzhi smiled resentfully, took advantage of Xiao Yunzhi's presence, took out the book list given by Chen Yunzhi, and said: "Sister, take a look at the books you brought back, these books can be found in them, I have great use for them."

Xiao Yun's eyes glanced over, and he was already in his heart, and said: "The "Heshang Gongzhangju" I extracted is not complete, and Han Kangbo's annotated "Xici" is only half of it, "Shangshu Zhangju", Wenzi's "Tongxuan Zhenjing", Ge Hong's "Qingjing Jing" has not been transcribed. There are other works."

Chen Yunzhi listed dozens of books, most of which were ready-made. For Xiao Qinzhi, it was another great joy and saved a lot of space. He begged: "Sister, please sort it out for me. I’m going to read it soon, hehe—”

"Okay, you go." Xiao Yunzhi was naturally happy when he saw his younger brother making progress, and immediately started to sort out the books. Seeing that Xiao Qinzhi hadn't left, he was rummaging for something in the study and asked, "What are you looking for?" what?"

"The purple bamboo flute is the one you left behind. I'm going to practice playing on the mountain in the morning." Xiao Qin said.

"When will you do it?" Xiao Yunzhi said in surprise, Yu Xiacheng was beautiful.

"It's not difficult, just keep blowing and you'll be fine." Xiao Qinzhi panicked without changing his expression, suddenly thought of the whereabouts of the purple bamboo flute, and said: "Maybe it fell on the boat, I'll go get it right away. "

"You don't need to go to the ferry to pick it up, you come with me." Xiao Yunzhi walked lightly, went to the study room "Lanfang Room" in the east, and took out a slender Zen wooden box, in which lay a precious The jade flute is carved from a whole piece of Hetian white jade, and its whole body is white and flawless. It is a rare and exquisite work of art.

This is the Flying Cloud Flute presented by Hua Yanzhi to Xiao Yunzhi. The sound of death disappears, and the Flying Cloud Flute has not made a sound for several years. Although he is happy, he refuses to do so.

Xiao Yunzhi had secretly promised that he would not play the flute again, and sighed: "It's useless for me to keep it, but I've neglected it, it's just a waste of everything, if I let it follow you, I won't bury it."

Xiao Qinzhi shook his head and said: "It's too precious, I won't be able to use it for the time being, and I'm going to the mountain, and it was accidentally broken, so let's put it aside for now, and I'll trouble it when my bamboo flute is perfect."

Xiao Yunzhi pursed his lips and said with a smile: "You play it first, then you can go and fetch the purple bamboo flute from Mangu."

Xiao Qinzhi and Xiao Yunzhi went downstairs one after the other, and when they reached the secret place at the corner of the second floor, Xiao Qinzhi yelled, and Mangu came out in response, got the order, and then hurried to the ferry to fetch the purple bamboo flute.

Xiao Qinzhi was a little helpless, he obviously talked to Mangu many times, and went directly to the third floor to look for it, but unfortunately Mangu was always restrained, so he chose to stay here on the second floor, the secular concept is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it cannot be changed by manpower.

The sun rises in the east, pierces the clouds, and the bright sunshine falls on the green Jinniu Mountain. The morning dew turns into affection, and falls into the rocks one by one. Zhe Zhe, spread to the top of the mountain, talking endlessly, but the way is still unclear.

Xiao Yunzhi, who hadn't come out in the morning for a long time, broke into this quiet place with her plain white skirt, stepped on a familiar and unfamiliar path, and inadvertently touched the crumbling morning dew, causing a burst of cold, wet White skirt for a while.

"If I knew it, I would have changed my clothes." Xiao Yunzhi walked along the path, gathering his clothes, carefully avoiding the bushes on both sides.

"You don't need to change, the plain clothes and white dress are tailor-made for you, the hibiscus comes out of the clear water, and it can be carved naturally, my sister is the most beautiful in the world." Xiao Qinzhi boasted.

"Mo Nao, how can I boast so much?" Xiao Yunzhi looked ashamed, grabbed Brother's hand, and walked up a big step carefully. This place was almost at the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain. You can see the entire manor at a glance, and a little further away, you can see a birch forest at the ferry.

"Naturally, sister, you don't know. When I went back to Jingkou, Chen Yunzhi knew about you. His family lives in Jiankang. It is conceivable that many people know you." Xiao Qinzhi said.

Suddenly, Xiao Qinzhi looked into the distance, and out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to spot a familiar figure in Tsing Yi, pointing to the front and asking: "Sister, look, is that person the patriarch?"

"Well, it's the patriarch, and he should go to the Taoist temple to find Taoist Qian." Xiao Yunzhi seemed to have remembered some sad things, and said in a depressed mood: "I haven't been to the Taoist temple for a long time, let's go and follow the patriarch to have a look. "

"Don't go, don't go." Xiao Qinzhi said without thinking: "The patriarch must be playing chess with others. He is a stinky chess basket. He learned a few tricks from me and went to show off. If he finds out How can you let me go?"

Xiao Yunzhi glanced angrily, and said: "Don't be disrespectful to the patriarch."

"Understood, my good sister, let's hurry to Xianrentai." Xiao Qinzhi laughed and followed the patriarch a few steps secretly, and he really saw that he entered the main entrance of the Taoist temple, which was opened by Xiaodaotong.

Xianrentai is an open-air large stone platform, flat and open, several feet in length and width. Under the platform is a clear spring named Niuni Spring, which flows slowly all year round and finally flows into Fengqi Lake in the shade of the mountain. It is rumored that an immortal passed by and saw a spring on the mountain. A golden bull became a spirit, so he chased it so far. When the golden bull saw the fairy coming down from the sky, it was so frightened that it went into the cave. In the end, Taurus was forced to flee to the east and escape into the sea, so there is a town of Benniu on the east side of Jinniu Mountain.

Fengqi Lake has a legend of a phoenix inhabiting it, and Jinniu Mountain has a legend of a golden bull becoming a spirit. It seems that these are just the beautiful fantasies of the common people, and they may not be true, but the scenery on the fairy platform is unique.

But seeing the sky is vast and far away, the bright sunshine, the blue sky, inlaid with a few white clouds, the gentle breeze blowing, the bushes and green trees ringing with joy, one can't help but feel refreshed and open-minded.

On the side of Shanyang, there is a fertile field for thousands of miles, with rice paddies criss-crossing, straw hats floating on the black soil, and farmers scattered in the fields, so they have to work hard.On the shady side of the mountain, on the Fengqi Lake, there are floating clouds, the water is colorless, but blue and green are intertwined, causing the microwaves to advance layer by layer, the clouds and the sky are reflected and circulated, and the eyes can't see where the water meets the sky. The bank of the East Lake with the school, presents a vast green, the pointed lotus just emerges, a group of egrets fall into the clouds, the spring water is rushing to play with fish, and the dragonflies are flying in the side sails.

Xiao Qinzhi took out the Flying Cloud Flute, and played the cheerful "Little Star" first, and then the half piece "Myth". a song.

On the Immortal Terrace, Xiao Qin's black clothes played the jade flute, like a qiong tree growing in a green field, with a faint brilliance all over his body, when the wind blows, the sound sounds, and the sleeves of his clothes move with the wind, showing a bit of nobility.

Shan Gao's flute sound is low, and Pinghu's Jie San is really so elegant. Xiao Yunzhi nodded and looked at his younger brother. While he was happy, he couldn't help thinking: "I'm afraid it will be hard to find a sister-in-law."

After the melody was practiced, Xiao Qinzhi carefully put away the Feiyun flute, and Xiao Qinzhi felt relieved, and shouted: "Sister, go home."

(End of this chapter)