Fairy Sword Inquiry 1

Chapter 40
For the next few days, things went as smoothly as water.That Rui Niang just didn't seem to know what happened that night, when she met Xingyan, she was no different from usual, still solemn and dignified.Only occasionally, the servant girl Ying'er was sent to bring some fruit snacks to Xingyan.

Although he made an agreement with Ling Yi'er to return the flute, Xing Yan is not in a hurry.Because it will not be a few days, it will be another special day.

In the past, except for the holidays, all the time was almost the same for Xingyan—except for the days when wages were paid.But things seem to be different now.Since getting acquainted with Ju Ying more than two months ago, Xingyan feels that there is an extra special day in every month.

In a few days, I have known that girl Ju Ying for two months.Xingyan made up his mind to return the flute at that time, and take a look at the Poyang Yanshui that often appears in his dreams.

Occasionally thinking about it, Xingyan also felt that it was a bit ridiculous: "Hey! When did I become so sentimental?" Regarding this jade flute, although Xingyan readily agreed to return it that night, after all, there is still something wrong with it. Reluctantly.Having been with this flute for so long, this exquisite and lovely Shenxue is no longer just a tool for earning a living for Xingyan.This flute is now like a friend of Xingyan.

Although Di'er is about to return it, Huayuelou still has to ask for the meal.Wake up and say that he was free, so he went to the musical instrument shop for a while, picked left and right, spent some money, and bought back a pretty good bamboo flute.

Immersed in it for a long time, now Xingyan is quite familiar with this instrument.He knew that when choosing a bamboo flute, he should not only look at the material of the bamboo flute, to see if it is made of bamboo that has been specially stored for a long time, but also roll it on a flat place to see if the bamboo flute is round and straight—don’t underestimate it. Looking at these details, in the eyes of Xingyan experts who rely on the flute for their livelihood, it is often such subtleties that determine whether a flute is labor-saving or labor-intensive to play, and whether the timbre is good or bad.

From the looks of it, Xingyan has long since forgotten his desire for the Tao and went to Java, and he seems to be ready to be a musician for the rest of his life.

Speaking of this afternoon, after playing a few pieces of music, Xingyan was finally ready to return the flute to Ling Yier.As usual, after asking for leave with Aunt Xia, the bustard of Huayuelou, she tied the jade flute "Shenxue" around her waist and was ready to go.Of course, as usual, the wages that I have saved on weekdays have to be taken away with me.The boy's move was not stingy.Perhaps these coins are not worth mentioning to those who have money.But for a poor young man like Xing Yan, the three or four taels of silver is already a huge sum.Therefore, no matter where Xing Yan goes for a stroll, these few ingots of loose silver should always be cherished and carried with him.Before the sun went down, Xingyan hurried on the road.Everything is brought together, only the iron sword, but it was forgotten by the master, leaning against the wall in Xingyan's house with grievances.Not long after he was on the road, something happened that shocked him quite a bit—when he was waking up and rushing on the road, he found that the ground under his feet suddenly shook!My own feet seemed to be stepping on the pile of cotton.At first, Xing Yan thought it was his own illusion, but after walking a few steps, he realized that the dirt road under his feet was indeed shaking.

"Ah! There's an earthquake!" The further east he traveled, Xing Yan felt the ground shaking more violently, and his body seemed to be being swayed there involuntarily.

"Weird! Why did the ground shake after all this?" In Xing Yan's memory, it seemed that he had never experienced an earthquake.Therefore, after being surprised at the beginning, he felt that this matter was quite new, so he stood there without moving, feeling the wonderful feeling of being automatic without wind. "Hey! It's quite fun!" It's a pity that before he could get enough of it, after a while, the dirt road stopped shaking.Xingyan was not reconciled, and waited for a while—but there was no more movement.Seeing that the ground was no longer shaking, Xingyan felt rather resentful, so he continued to concentrate on his journey.

Although the Poyang Lake is really not close to Raozhou City, the young man is walking very fast now, not stopping all the way. It didn't take much effort, and he rushed to Poyang Lake when the sun just sank to the west mountain that day. on the edge of the park.

When he arrived at Poyang Lake, Xingyan was not in a hurry to play the flute, and hurriedly recruited the little girl playing the flute.After finally coming to Poyang Lake, he woke up and said that he had his own plan. "Hey! The granddaughter of Yun Zhongjun, I saw her at night several times, and it's still early in the morning, so I don't need to rush to find a place where there are people, and play the flute to startle her." Thinking of this, wake up Along the shore of Poyang Lake, we meander all the way to the place where we met with that Juying laughing and talking Yanyan.Although there was only two months between them, to the young man, those few days of reunion seemed like a long time had passed.

Thousands of mountains and rivers, although blocking the fresh face, but constantly blocking the longing deeply buried in the bottom of my heart.When revisiting the old place, this young man who had a simple mind now has a lot of thoughts.Now Xingyan finally understands the feeling of "seeing things and thinking about people". During this journey, he really saw Juheng's charming face, met Yang Liuyi's slim waist... came to the lake stone again, Xingyan was right Looking at this stubborn rock that Ju Ying once leaned on, he was fascinated for a while.Although Xingyan understands that his status is low, and he is thousands of miles away from her, so he hardly ever sees her, but he and Juying lived and died together in that turmoil, and Xingyan knows that he will never forget that face that is either angry or happy . "Tomorrow, this flute will not belong to me anymore. Let's play it for the last time." Thinking of this, Xing Yan took out the jade flute pinned to his waist, carefully wiped it a few times, Put it to your lips and play it.A ray of clear flute sounds, just here in Poyang Shuimei, lightly rises.At this time, the sun had already set under the west mountain; a round of bright moon was hanging in the sky in the east, sprinkling the clear light of thousands of miles on the radiant Poyang water.The clear light of the moon meets the water and the sky, reflecting the blue sky like washing, and the bright lake like a mirror.In the pure night sky, there are only a few slender clouds floating; but in the far west, there are still a few wisps of ochre, whose color is as bright as dye.

Occasionally there is a wind on the water surface, and the shadow of the moon blows like a tide; a wisp of cloud surrounds the late-returning fishing sails in the distance, and the flute song is faintly heard.

The young man's flute, which conveys the meaning of longing and nostalgia, swayed and flew among the mist of the water and the moon.For Xingyan, who once played the strange song "Shuilongyin", now he is no longer sticking to one score and one tune.Facing the vast lake, sky, clouds and water, he just played as he wished.Where the heart goes, the sound goes.All the tones and beats are made at will, but they are in harmony with the rhythm and have a natural charm.

This clear sound that is really the voice of the heart, followed the gentle wind that night, swept across the lake, and circled the top of the clouds-at that moment, all the unforgettable charm and reverie of the young man, all the emptiness and clarity, are here. In the silent night sky of Poyang Lake, flying and dancing.

It is:

The autumn water is long and the sky is full of flowing clouds; the clear sand and blue shore are flying the clear frost flute.

Just when the young man was merging his whole body and mind into the sound of his flute, he didn't know that on the water not far from him, in the rippling lake under the moonlight, there was a young man. Zhiyanran's white-clothed girl, bathed in the moonlight, rises slowly from the lingling autumn water.

This girl who looks like a water fairy is none other than the girl who has been in touch with Xingyan several times - Lingyi'er.

I saw her stepping on the ripples of the water surface to the shore of the lake.Then, she stood quietly beside Xingyan, silently listening to the flute music he played with his heart.

Now Xingyan is devoting himself to the music of the jade flute. Although his wonderful perception tells him that the girl has arrived, he has already entered this state, and he still does not want to stop playing the flute in his hand. .

The empty and clear musical sound still flowed out from the sound hole of the jade flute Shenxue like flowing water, floating among the blue sky, clouds and water in front of me.

Surprisingly, this young girl who was used to making noise when she woke up, did not disturb the boy at this moment.

Hearing for a while, this girl who has changed into a plain palace dress, waving her sleeves lightly, with streamers on the left and right, walked slowly to the bank of the water, bowed her head and muttered a few words silently, and then moved her jade hand - but saw that On the shimmering lake water, several water columns suddenly stood up, and under the whisper of Ling Yi'er, they gradually condensed into a phoenix-headed konghou with complete strings and columns.Under the reflection of the moonlight, the strings of the harp condensed with autumn water still have a little bit of clear brilliance flowing, looking really like an illusion, like a dream and like smoke.Ling Yi'er lightly held the water harp, her jade fingers were twisted like orchids, brushing across the strings of autumn water.There was a gurgling sound like a clear spring, leisurely.This gentle sound of the piano echoes gently with the young man's clear and melodious flute sound, as if an understanding girl is trying to persuade a troubled young man with gentle words.

The sound of fairy music flows like this among the clouds, sky, mist and water beside Poyang Lake.After turning a few tunes, the harp made of water in the girl's hand suddenly dissipated into thousands of water droplets, flying all over the sky!Surrounded by the sky full of water flowers, Lingyi'er moved lightly with lotus steps, and stepped onto the slightly rippling lake surface like this, her sleeves relaxed, her belt fluttering, and to the rhythm of Xingyan's jade flute, right here There is a dance of Lingbo on the water in Poyang... In the middle of going and returning, I suddenly heard the fairy Lingbo gently open her vermilion lips, and her pearly throat sang, singing:
Joyo Lingbo spotless

Slim Narcissus

Lianfang is deeply locked in love and hard to reveal

half-breathed fragrance light as smoke

The sound of the flute is ethereal, and the sound of the song is melodious. When the last sound of the flute and the sound of the song disappeared in the night's lake wind, the mind that woke up seemed to gradually fall from the misty clouds to the world.

(End of this chapter)