enchanting blacksmith

What caught Feng Tie's eyes was an endless sea of ​​flowers.

Different from the coquettish and unrestrained poppies in the private garden of the Duke of Darkness, a large patchwork of pear groves are full of pink and white pear blossoms.

As the breeze blows, the tiny and tender pear blossoms flutter petal by petal, and the ground has been covered with a thick layer of seductive sweetness.

Feng Tie rode his horse through the dreamy pear grove and came to a simple thatched cottage.

A few silly gazelles lay lazily near the grass hut, and they were not afraid of people. When Feng Tie approached, the gazelles just pricked up their ears and continued to lie down on the ground leisurely to eat the green grass in front of them.Not far behind the thatched cottage is a huge waterfall flying down. The waterfall flows straight down, smashing the terrifying water into the pool at the bottom, splashing clear jade flowers and broken jade, reflecting a series of low-lying waters. Dwarf rainbow.

Feng Tie got off his horse and walked towards the cottage with a leisurely expression.

In front of the thatched hut, there is a majestic gazebo with flying eaves, and on a stool carved in stone sits a bookboy with pen and ink.

"Hello!" Feng Tie greeted the book boy from a distance, "I want to find Master Algabe, is he at home?"

Hearing the sound, the handsome book boy gently put down the weird long pen with a thin rod and soft tip in his hand, and cupped his fists at Feng Tie: "Your Excellency is looking for my husband, he is not here!"

Feng Tie's mind was attracted by this weird pen: "Damn it, isn't this a brush?"

Feng Tie was so surprised that he couldn't speak, he walked quickly to the stone table, picked up the brush and looked at it carefully: the body of the brush was made of a slender wooden stick, and the hair of an unknown animal made the hair of the brush. , The end of the pen hair exudes a strong ink smell.

Looking down at the stone table, one of the inkstones polished by stones was full of thick and dark juice, Feng Tie couldn't help but stick a little bit of it with his fingers and sent it to the tip of his nose in surprise: "Well, I'm familiar with it. The formula, the familiar taste, I never thought that I, Feng Tie, would be able to smell the smell of ink one day, uh, the smell of carbon pens would be even better."

The book boy was unhappy: "What do you mean by sniffing my husband's footwash?"

"Ouch!" Feng Tie vomited, and he flicked the black juice dripping from his fingers vigorously, scolding the arrogant book boy with a dark face: "Didn't your husband teach you to stand up when talking to guests?" Is that polite?"

"But I've already stood up!" The book boy was furious, and then he pulled out a huge hammer from nowhere, smashed it fiercely at Feng Tie across the stone table, and shouted bitterly: "You! It is an insult to our great dwarf king!"

Terrified, Feng Tie dodged back again and again, the hammer hit the stone table and shot out a stream of sparks, and the book boy chased after him relentlessly, as if he would not stop until he smashed Feng Tie into meatloaf.

Feng Tie's guards quit, and a dozen people rushed up with a "hula" and surrounded the bookboy who didn't know how to live or die. A dozen broad swords shining with cold light were pressed against the boy's body. With the order, more than a dozen transparent holes will be poked on the boy's body.

"Stop!" Feng Tie stopped loudly: "Don't touch him."

Feng Tie strode forward and pushed aside the tip of a soldier's sword: "It's my fault, don't blame this kid."

"I am not a child. I am the greatest warrior among the dwarves. If you dare to insult me ​​again, I swear to the king of the dwarves that I will teach you a lesson with the weapon in my hand." He didn't dare to make any rash moves, but he kept yelling and cursing endlessly.

"Okay, it's my fault, I apologize to you." Feng Tie bowed gracefully.Seeing that the anger in Shutong's eyes gradually faded, Feng Tie gave a wink and ordered the soldiers to put away their weapons.

Only now did Feng Tie see the appearance of this book boy clearly.

It was certainly not the body of a child.Children are not fully developed, and their bodies are slender and thin. Even obese children can see soft bones through their muscles.

However, although this book boy is surprisingly short in stature, a thick forearm is exposed from the half-rolled-up sleeve. His wrist is muscular, and the skin on his palm and fingers is as rough as dry bark. He is not young at all. children can have.

"This is the legendary dwarf race that Linda once told me!" Feng Tie sighed in admiration, and Feng Tie couldn't help feeling strange: "It is said that your race has been extinct for a long time, hasn't it?"

"Hmph, what a fuss!" Seeing that Feng Tie's party is so crowded, the dwarf bookboy cast a big blank stare at Feng Tie: "Do you want to see my husband?"

Without waiting for Feng Tie to say something, the bookboy impatiently pointed to the location of the waterfall: "My husband is playing the piano there, if you want to go, go quickly, don't disturb my calligraphy practice here."

After finishing speaking, the book boy walked to the stone table and sat down again, closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, picked up the pen and continued to write.

Feng Tie rubbed his nose and smiled wryly, then walked towards the waterfall.

"Linda, you liar!" Feng Tie thought resentfully as he walked, "Why do you say that the dwarves have ugly faces before they get old, and they love peace and have a docile personality. I think this kid looks like It’s not bad, it’s only a little worse than me. Hmph! You’re talking about a docile personality. This firecracker’s temper is on fire. If it weren’t for the young master, I would almost be smashed into a eunuch by him with a hammer. From now on, hum, let's see how I deal with you."

Dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, but Fengtie's footsteps towards the waterfall did not stop at all. Xiong Da and the soldiers followed closely behind, lest there be any accidents.

The closer you are to the waterfall, the louder the sound of the water flow, sometimes it's like a noisy ghost market suddenly appearing in the quiet midnight, sometimes it's as noisy as a galloping horse, until you reach the pool under the waterfall, Feng Tie feels the deafening loud noise as if Has stolen his mind.

"Keng!"

A clear Guqin sound resounded leisurely. Although it was just a simple note, it surprisingly covered up the loud sound of the waterfall rushing into the pool. It seemed that there was only the sound of a string in the world. The lingering sound echoed endlessly. .

Following the prestige, Feng Tie saw a white-headed old man sitting on a big rock in the middle of the pool.

Feng Tie stared at the Taoist with his mouth gaping, and tens of thousands of grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart: "This is too ridiculous."

The Taoist priest is wearing a sky-blue taoist robe, and a picture of Tai Chi Eight Diagrams is embroidered with silk thread on the front of the taoist robe.The Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the stone firmly, with a Guqin with its tail burnt on his lap.

The Taoist bowed his head slightly, his eyes were half closed, his face remained calm, the ring finger of his left hand pressed the piano head, and the five fingers of his right hand flexibly hooked, picked, caressed, and plucked, playing a breathtaking mountain and flowing water.

"Omnipotent flame unicorn, take me away quickly, this is too exciting, my heart can't take it anymore!" A thought flashed in Feng Tie's heart: "That's not right! , isn’t this a foreign land, why would there be a disciple of the Taishang Laojun’s disciples and grandchildren haunting it, could it be that I’m wearing it again?”

Feng Tie looked behind suspiciously, and saw Xiong Da and a group of soldiers also staring at the weird old man on the stone with their mouths wide open in surprise, then Feng Tie put his heart back into his stomach and turned around to continue looking at this weird man. Taoist priests pretend to be gods and play ghosts.

The Taoist priest was playing the qin to the point of excitement, Feng Tie couldn't help but raise his voice to echo, "It's as tall as a mountain, and as turbulent as a flowing water. Mister has been playing the qin for a long time, can anyone understand?"

"Chong!"

The string snapped.

The Taoist raised his head and looked at Feng Tie with radiant eyes. Feng Tie was unafraid, and met the eyes of the old Taoist for a long time with a smile in his eyes.

The Taoist suddenly laughed, and with the Guqin under his arm, he flew towards the shore like lightning.

Xiong Da nervously turned to Feng Tie, pulled out the broad sword on his back and put it across his chest in a warning gesture, and the guards behind Feng Tie also drew their swords out of their sheaths one after another, ready to pounce.

"Don't move!" Feng Tie stopped the crowd, stretched out his hand and gently pushed away the dazed Xiong Da, Shi Shiran walked up to the Taoist priest who was floating by the pool and bowed down to salute.

"May I ask this gentleman to play the song of High Mountain and Flowing Water?" Feng Tie asked elegantly.

The Taoist priest's eyes showed a deep look of surprise: "Exactly, what can I ask you to teach me?"

Feng Tie gave another salute, and cupped his hands in a gesture of humility: "Feng Tie, I am also a person who loves this way. I take the liberty to meet you today. I really have longed for you, and I am here to ask you about the way of rhythm."

The Taoist laughed loudly, and stretched out a thin hand to stroke the white beard under his chin: "It seems that my little friend is indeed a member of my generation, how dare I ask you what is the Tao of Qin?"

Feng Tie replied: "The Fuxi family cut the phoenix tree into three sections, and took the middle section to tap out the charm of heaven and earth, and the wonderful sound of Yaochi. The Yaoqin was handed down from generation to generation. I don't know if I am right?"

The astonishment on the Taoist priest's face grew stronger: "Then, my friend, how about the piano theory?"

Feng Tie smiled proudly, and said politely: "The principle of the qin is that its energy is peaceful, it is in harmony with the spirit of the gods, it is in harmony with the Tao, and it is comfortable and comfortable. You can enjoy the sounds of nature alone by the spring in the forest, or in the deep bamboos and bamboos. Reached the realm of forgetting both things and me. I don’t know what you think?”

"Ah?" The Taoist was about to collapse, "This, this, the reason behind this old man thinks that no one else in the world can detect it, how dare I ask my friend how to know?"

"How the hell do I know? Do you still have the face to ask me?" Feng Tie instantly changed into a fierce face, "Don't tell me that you came from ancient times. If a piece of charred rotten wood pretends to be a scorched tail, I will think you are from the Eastern Han Dynasty."

Xiong Da didn't expect his young master to turn his back when he said he would turn his back on him, fearing to annoy the strange person in front of him who didn't know the details, he quickly raised his broad sword and protected it in front of Feng Tie.

Feng Tie kicked Xiong Da away, and his expression became more and more angry: "I am also a musician in the 21st century. Don't bully me because I am a rock singer and don't understand classical music. My music knowledge is as extensive as Hai Hai's mind. Just now I saw You must be clear, your technique of playing the piano is completely nondescript!"

Ignoring the Taoist's stupefaction, Feng Tie continued to vent on his own: "The way you play the piano is clearly playing the guitar, don't think I can't see it, your left hand is pressing the seven chords of C major and constantly changing, and the index finger of your right hand is playing the guitar. It's close to pinching a pick when it's close to the thumb, and it's trying to fool me, hehe, hehe."

"Also, you taught the modern Huangmei opera sung by the woodcutter who was chopping firewood in the woods." Feng Tie's finger has already touched the tip of the Taoist's nose: "A Taoist who has become a monk thinks about love all day long. Love, spread these filthy pornographic songs everywhere, do you think you are still reliable?"

Xiong Da aggrieved and sat on the ground to chime in: "Young master is right, this old liar is just unreliable! Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowow els