My lady, something is wrong

Chapter 361 Taoist's flute sound, birds talk about Taoism
Under the Qingcheng Mountain.

The houses are sparse and the fields are crisscrossed.

There are people working the fields.

On the field ridge, a shepherd boy rides a cow and plays the flute.

There was an old man driving an ox cart, which was loaded with still green crops and children, singing loudly.

The song said:
"Tomorrow after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. I live for tomorrow, and everything is in vain. If people in the world are tired of tomorrow, spring and autumn will come and old men will come. Watch the water flow eastward in the morning, and the sun fall in the west at dusk. How much can a hundred years tomorrow be? Please sir Listen to my tomorrow song..."

The children in the car also sang along.

Luo Qingzhou raised the curtain of the car and looked at Mount Qingcheng not far away.

The peaks are steep and towering into the clouds.

Halfway up the mountain, there are dense forests, shrouded in clouds and mist, hazy, like a fairyland.

On the top of the mountain, there is a Taoist temple looming, which cannot be seen clearly.

"Uncle, can you sing?"

Bai Ling asked suddenly.

Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze, turned around, lowered the curtains, looked at her and said, "No."

Bai Ling smiled and said, "Then can you sing a song for us?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "I said no."

Bai Ling asked with a strange expression: "Isn't my uncle proficient in all kinds of poetry and poetry? My uncle is so good, and even won the first place in the exam. How could it be possible that he can't sing?"

Luo Qingzhou said directly: "I just don't want to sing for you."

Bai Ling immediately pursed his lips, turned his head and said, "Miss, my uncle bullied me."

Then he said: "Chanchan, my uncle bullied me."

Miss Qin didn't speak,

Xia Chan suddenly said with a cold pretty face, "Sing."

Bai Ling immediately clapped his hands proudly and said: "Master, Chanchan ordered you to sing!"

Luo Qingzhou glanced at Xia Chan, paused, and smiled: "Okay, listen to Chanchan. What song does Chanchan want to hear?"

Xia Chan didn't know how to answer, so she looked at Bai Ling.

Bai Ling showed two shallow dimples on his face, and said with a smile, "As long as it sounds good, it's fine."

Luo Qingzhou pondered for a while, and said, "Then sing "Farewell"."

Miss Qin glanced at him when she heard the name.

Luo Qingzhou cleared his throat, and began to sing: "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green all over the sky, the evening wind blows the willow flute, and the mountains outside the sunset mountain..."

Finished a song.

Bailing immediately said excitedly: "Master, listen carefully, listen carefully! Can you teach me how to sing? I want to sing too!"

Luo Qingzhou said teasingly, "Brother."

Bailing: "???"

Luo Qingzhou saw that Miss Qin and Xia Chan looked over, and quickly said: "I'm just kidding, come on, sing along to my uncle..."

Bai Ling gave him a strange look.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road..."

Soon there was a clear and clear voice like a lark in the carriage.

Luo Qingzhou found that this girl was very talented in singing, and she sang much better than herself. Both her voice and her sense of music were excellent.

When the carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain.

Bai Ling's crisp and melodious singing voice was still ringing in the carriage: "At the end of the sky, at the end of the earth, half of the best friends are scattered, and a pot of turbidity is used to fill up the rest of the fun. Don't dream cold tonight..."

"Chanchan, does it sound good?"

"Ah."

Xia Chan's eyes were also sparkling, she obviously liked this song very much.

"Grandpa is amazing."

Bai Ling flattered her ass again, and begged, "Master, teach me how to sing in the future, okay?"

Luo Qingzhou agreed: "Okay, I will teach you to sing and Chanchan to read in the future."

Miss Qin glanced at him, but said nothing.

The curtain next to it was suddenly lifted from the outside, and Nangong Xueyi's voice sounded outside: "Who was singing just now? What song was it singing? It's so good!"

Luo Qingzhou quickly whispered: "Bailing, don't mention me."

Unexpectedly, Nangong Xueyi's ears were very sharp. As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the outside: "Mr. Luo, I heard you. You told Bailing not to mention you. It was you who wrote the song, right?"

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

Several people got up and got out of the car.

Nangong Xueyi said flatteringly: "Bailing, can you sing me the song just now again? It was intermittent just now, and I didn't hear it clearly."

Bai Ling couldn't refuse, so he looked at his uncle.

Luo Qingzhou turned his face away, ignored her, and walked towards Miss Qin Er.

"My good sister, please, please..."

Like a child, Nangong Xueyi hugged Bai Ling's arm and acted coquettishly.

Bai Ling had no choice but to say: "Okay."

"Come on, go up the mountain."

Nangong Meijiao didn't know whether she had given up on her sister, or felt ashamed and didn't bother to care about her anymore, so she walked straight up the steps up the mountain.

Zhu'er supported Miss Qin Er and followed behind.

Mei'er supported Song Ruyue and followed beside her.

Miss Qin and Xia Chan also followed.

Bai Ling followed behind, and Nangong Xueyi wrapped around her.

After walking up the steps, Bai Lingfang sang crisply and melodiously. The singing voice and tone quickly made the whole mountain road quiet.

At this time, there are not many people climbing the mountain, but there are also tourists in twos and threes, walking together.

They were all climbing the mountain while talking to each other, but when they heard this clear and pleasant singing, they immediately fell silent.

In the quiet and empty mountains and forests, the melodious and melodious singing, accompanied by a beautiful tune, is heard by everyone, just like the sound of heaven.

Qin Weimo and Song Ruyue's mother and daughter were also dumbfounded.

"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of the best friends are scattered...Life is rarely a joyous gathering, but there are many partings..."

Bai Ling sang it a few times, and seeing that everyone seemed to like listening to it, he was very happy and proud, and continued to sing hard.

Everyone was struggling to climb the mountain, but now they all listened to the song, relaxed and happy, and forgot their fatigue for a while.

Suddenly, a flute sounded in the forest on the right.

The sound of the flute was clear and melodious, like an accompaniment, playing along with the tune in Bai Ling's mouth, the two of them sang and harmonized, and it became more and more harmonious and more pleasant to listen to.

Bai Ling was immersed in his own singing, but he didn't notice it.

The others, on the other hand, glanced at the woods on the right, but they didn't see anyone, only heard the sound of the flute.

The sound of the flute gradually merged with the singing, and everyone didn't think about it any more, and continued to listen happily.

When he was halfway up the mountain, Bai Ling finally couldn't hold on anymore, stopped, panting and said: "I can't do it, I'm so tired..."

The others were also panting with exhaustion, their faces were red, and their temples were full of sweat.

Second Miss Qin was already dripping with sweat, and her whole body was weak. Zhu Er took a handkerchief to help wipe the sweat off her forehead, and said, "Miss, sit down and rest."

Everyone sat down on the next steps and rested.

Nangong Xueyi wiped his sweat and praised: "Bai Ling has a beautiful voice, he was born to sing, no wonder he is called Bai Ling."

Bai Ling was very happy when he heard the compliment, he didn't even say a word of modesty, and looked at his uncle proudly.

Nangong Meijiao looked towards the forest on the right, with a hint of vigilance on her face.

The sound of the flute also disappeared as the singing stopped, and the flute player never showed up from the beginning to the end.

When Bai Ling was talking to Nangong Xueyi, a bird suddenly flew out from the forest and landed on the steps beside her. It opened two small round eyes and looked at her curiously. ji” yelled.

Bai Ling looked at it and said, "Bird Bird, do you also like to hear me sing?"

The bird tilted its head, still chirping chirping.

Bai Ling was very happy, and stretched out his hand, trying to touch it, thinking that it would immediately fly away in fright, but the bird still stood there, tilting its head and looking at her curiously.

Bai Ling's fingers lightly touched its head, then stroked its soft feathers in surprise, and said happily: "Bird, aren't you afraid of me?"

The bird chirped, as if saying that it was not afraid.

Bailing became more and more happy.

"Sister Bailing, I want to touch her too."

Seeing this scene, Pearl immediately walked over happily.

Unexpectedly, before it got close, the bird fluttered its wings and flew away.

Zhu'er immediately froze in place, a little aggrieved: "I haven't even approached yet, why is it afraid of me, but not sister Bailing?"

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the forest on the right: "Oulu just forgot the plane?"

When everyone heard the words, they immediately turned their heads to look.

Nangong Meijiao stood up and put her hands on her waist.

Xia Chan also stood up, clenched the sword in her hand.

A middle-aged nun wearing Taoist robes walked out of the forest with a dust whisk in her hand and a bamboo flute pinned to her waist. She glanced at them calmly, lowered her head slightly and said, "Just now this female layman's singing is beautiful, but Without accompaniment, Pindao played on a whim, and played with the flute, no offense, please forgive me."

Seeing that she was wearing the Taoist gown of Qingyun Guan, and seeing her extraordinary demeanor, everyone quickly got up to salute.

Bai Ling asked curiously, "Master Daoist, what is Oulu Wangji?"

The female Taoist priest smiled lightly, without explaining, and looked at the group of people.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, and said, "Wangji is a Taoist language, which means to forget the heart of calculus and deceit, to be calm and indifferent, and to stand aloof from the world. Oulu Wangji refers to a person who does not have any tricks or tricks. Heart, even the aliens are willing to get close to it."

The female Taoist priest looked at him, paused, and asked, "Do you know the allusion of this word?"

Luo Qingzhou nodded and said directly: "A long time ago, there was a fisherman who liked water birds very much. Every time he went out to sea, he played with water birds. Often hundreds of water birds came to play with him. One day, His father said to him: I heard that those water birds are willing to play with you. You can catch some and bring them home to drink with me. The fisherman agreed to come down. The next day, the fisherman went to sea. He was thinking about catching some for his father. He only went back, but the waterfowl just circled and danced above his head, but did not fall down."

After speaking, he said again: "If a person can forget the machine, the bird will not suspect it; if the man moves the machine, the bird will stay away."

The priestess looked at him and nodded approvingly.

Bai Ling frowned, still puzzled and said: "My lord, but the bird flew away just before Pearl approached, and Pearl didn't intend to hurt it."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, then looked at Zhu'er, and asked: "Zhu'er, when you saw that bird just now, did you subconsciously think that at such a short distance, your throwing knife would , this stupid bird will die, right?"

Zhu'er looked at him with wide eyes, and wanted to shake her head to deny it, but when she thought about it carefully, her first thought when she saw the bird falling on the ground seemed to be exactly like this...

She even subconsciously wanted to touch the throwing knife at her waist.

But, how did my uncle know?
She stared blankly at the handsome young man in a Confucian robe in front of her, thinking of his peerless demeanor at Jinchan Temple that day, she felt more and more mysterious about him.

Luo Qingzhou said again: "Humans and nature are connected with each other. Forms can be deceived, but gods cannot be deceived. If my spirit moves slightly, the other god will know it. Therefore, the heart should not be evil, and the god will know when evil occurs."

The female Taoist priest showed a strange light in her eyes, embraced Fuchen, and lowered her head slightly: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, what the young master said is very much in line with my Taoist sentiments."

(End of this chapter)