Villain: Hey hey, female president, you don't want to have an accident in the company, do you?

Qin Bing couldn't help but nodded when he heard this.

The two continued to walk forward when they suddenly heard a heated discussion.

"Yu Zhao, I don't want anything else. Now I have traveled thousands of miles from Penglai to look for you, just to ask you for a pair of calligraphy."

Qin Tian felt a little familiar when he heard this person's voice, and later heard that this person came to Penglai, he couldn't help being startled, and a bold idea flashed in his mind.

Could it be that this person is the old man with white beard that I met on Mount Penglai, Priest Wuji? How could he suddenly come to Zijin Mountain from Penglai?

But Qin Tian soon realized that he had read various records in various ancient books before, and that the immortal elders on these various fairy mountains were all related by the same consciousness, and they would have some contacts with each other.

I don't know who is this person who is hidden in the Zijin Mountain, who can make the Wuji Taoist, who has always been inaccessible, come here from a long distance just to ask for a pair of calligraphy?

Qin Tian couldn't help being curious, and with Qin Bing beside him, he couldn't help but said:

"Xiao Tian, ​​it seems that there are still people in this forest. Otherwise, I think, let's leave here. I don't know whether the people in front of us are enemies or friends. If we take the liberty to disturb them like this."

"It's not good to offend these two elders."

Qin Tian said indifferently:

"Third Sister, didn't you also say that the people here don't know whether they are enemies or friends. Since that's the case, we might as well look ahead. Maybe the people here are still my old acquaintances!"

This?

Hearing this, Qin Bing couldn't help but a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Qin Tian continued to walk forward, and saw two immortals in fluttering white clothes sitting on a stone table in front of him, one of them was the levelless immortal leader on Mount Penglai, but Qin Tian could only look at the other one. Seeing his back, for a while, he couldn't see his identity.

Qin Tian didn't think too much about it, anyway, he lived on the Zijin Mountain for a long time, and he was used to it in his heart. This mountain is full of unknown masters, maybe sitting at this stone table at this time, Opposite this Taoist priest of Wuji is an expert who hides his secrets.

I saw the man holding a black chess piece in his hand, smiled and said:

"It's not a coincidence that you came here. I stay on this Purple Gold Mountain all year round, but I haven't gone down the mountain for quite a while. The last time I went down the mountain was three years ago. The ink treasures I bought here are almost used up."

"If you really want it now, I really have nowhere to find these things for you."

Priest Wuji stroked his beard and said:

"I said, old man Lin, are you kidding me? After all, you and I are also people who have broken through the sacred masters. With the strength of you and me today, how many brushes, paper and inkstones do you want to conjure?"

"You just said this, but it was a bit of a deliberate refusal. Why, based on the friendship between you and me, don't you even want to appreciate a painting of yours? It's a pity that I brought my newly brewed chrysanthemum wine all the way. Came here to find you on the Zijin Mountain."

"It's an old saying, it's a great pleasure to have friends from afar, but I don't think you welcome me very much."

The man looked distressed, and slowly opened his mouth and said:

"You don't know, how the pen, ink, paper and inkstone transformed by this method is compared with the original ones in this world. No matter how good it is, it is always less humane. Even if you paint, you can't get the true taste of what you paint. , but an empty frame without a soul."

"If you really want, I can naturally draw many copies for you. It's just that no matter how many such soulless things are, if they are interesting, even if they are given to you, I feel that they are not worthy of you."

After hearing this, Taoist Priest Wuji finally understood.

The man glanced at Taoist Priest Wuji, smiled and said:

"Although I really don't have the ink, paper and inkstone now, I have no intention of painting what you want, but since you came all the way from Penglai to visit me on the Zijin Mountain."

"Just because of your kindness, I have to give you something. It just so happens that I have recently practiced this bamboo flute. As the saying goes, courtesy is light and affection is heavy."

"If you don't dislike it, how about I play a song for you?"

"Europe?"

When Taoist Priest Wuji heard this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"You have never been interested in these things like music, why do you have the time to practice these things now?"

The man said indifferently:

"This person has been on the mountain for a long time, and he has to find something to pass the time. What's more, the mountains are pure and quiet, and the days are like years. If I don't find some fun by myself, I'm afraid I will be bored to death."

Daoist Wuji stretched out his hand to stroke his beard, pondered for a while and said:

"Your words are reasonable. If that's the case, I hope Brother Lin will play a song for me. The ancients often say that high mountains and flowing waters can find a friend. Today, I will listen to Brother Lin's flute to see if I can recognize Brother Lin. What's on your mind right now."

The man smiled and said:

"Even so, that Zhong Ziqi's ear is indeed very good, but this Boya's qin skills are naturally extraordinary. The so-called unity of qin and player, the tunes he played can be what I thought at the time, and No distractions or noises."

"It's also because of this that Zhong Ziqi can hear the meaning of his piano with just one ear. Only now, I have just started practicing this bamboo flute, and I can barely play a complete piece of music."

"It's far from reaching the realm of the unity of human and flute. Now you have Zhong Ziqi's ears. I don't have the profound piano skills like Boya, so I can reach the realm of finding a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers."

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"That's always good, but there's another saying that says you have a good understanding. Maybe I'm your bosom friend?"

"That being the case, you'd better play a song and listen to it."

Hearing this, the man didn't say a word, he really stood up, took out the delicately made bamboo flute from his wide sleeve, put it carefully in his mouth, and started to blow.

Qin Tian looked at the bamboo flute, and couldn't help but widen his eyes. The bamboo used to make the flute is extraordinary. He saw that the whole body of the bamboo flute was emerald green, and under the sunlight, it exuded a gentle green light. It makes people feel extremely at ease.

If I didn't guess wrong, the bamboo used to make the flute is none other than Jing'an bamboo.

This Jing'an Bamboo Plain is the precious bamboo cultivated by Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva in his own purple bamboo forest when he has nothing to do.

After being irrigated by the clean bottle of nectar in the hands of Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, the Jing'an bamboo has become somewhat Buddha-natured in it over time, and people feel refreshed after seeing it, as if the soul has been washed by a nectar.