There is a hole in the mountain

Guo Shi, who is poor and mellow, has upright writing and upright people.One of the manifestations is that he is never willing to think of people as bad, and at this time, he has no intention of explaining He Xiu's praise of Lu Zhiyu to the despicable place.He guessed that although Immortal Master He is a master of Taoism, he may not be proficient in secular articles. He may just know such a sentence, but he himself does not know its origin.What's more, it's normal for an immortal master, a cultivator, to not know the Leiwen of this eminent monk.Thinking of this, he began to worry about He Xiu again.I only pray that the other person actually doesn't understand the strangeness of this sentence.He took a sneak peek at He Xiu, whether he dared to spy on the other person.There was a flash of light and flint in my mind, and an idea flashed.Pointing to the dark green bamboo grove behind him to smooth things over, "Everyone, please look, this scene is exactly 'Green Bamboo Yiyi'." He looked at He Xiu, "There has long been a poem saying, 'There are bandits and gentlemen. It's like grinding." After speaking, he turned to Lu Heng again, "There is another poem saying, 'There is a gentleman like Fei, like a jade and a fan.'" At the end, Guo Bingzhi cupped his hands at the two of them, "The shovel is so loud, and the noise is so loud. The postures of the two gentlemen make us 'not to be scorned', haha..." Guo Bingzhi quoted scriptures and bowed again, provoking the unknown people around him to flatter and agree with him .

Poor Guo Bingzhi was pure and upright all his life, he stammered and stammered his flattery, and sweated his brow.

He Xiu hoped that Lu Heng, who was opposite him, could not hear the clue, and hoped that he could hear it.If you can hear it, it means that he is a real nobleman, which is very good; if you can't hear it, that's even better, and you can just make a pair with yourself.

The corners of Lu Heng's mouth were lightly pursed, and his phoenix eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "Where is it, Jun Mi praised him, and Lu is ashamed. Compared with the fairy master Fengshen, Lu is really insignificant, and his air is exhausted. Don't tell me Where is the teacher's gate, wouldn't it be more beautiful for Lu to choose an auspicious day to visit the mountain?"

He Xiu's heart jumped for joy, and then he twitched twice.Sure enough, the man recognized his wit and responded to his words, presumably knowing his details.Where did he come from?Can it still be called Xu Fu?

"Master He was born in a fairy mountain outside the world, hidden in the clouds, and lived far away overseas, so there is no way to find his trace. Even if you know about it, you have no chance to ask where the mountain gate is."

Lu Heng's face remained motionless, and he smiled lightly, "As expected, it's really a pity."

One of these two has a peerless smile, and the other has a clean smile.Others always echoed casually, unaware of the strangeness.It's hard for Zhao Jiwu as the master.He has never been used to being a dog, and he is used to being keen.Just by intuition, I discovered the undercurrent between the two, and ambiguity abounded.He has wealth in vain, but his status is low.Lu Heng's background was not something he could climb up by himself.He also thought that if he got attached, the branch of his Zhao family might be able to jump out of the tidal flats, and his future as an official and Huang Tengda would be limitless.In this way, now he has to rely on He Xiu again, and has an unrealistic delusion of clinging to Lu Heng in his heart.Both parties didn't want to offend, so they closed their mouths tightly, watched the words and expressions, and agreed casually.

"Heroes have their own opinions, why bother to ask the source. Haha, haha"

He Xiu laughed, "He, a man from the mountains, is not a hero for helping people solve problems with meager strength." He pointed at Zhao Jiwu, "This Mr. Zhao, who walks across the tidal flat city, has clear faces and a hundred things in his body. He really is a hero."

Zhao Jiwu hastily and humbly declined.

Lu Heng cast his eyes on Zhao Jiwu, and saw that he was fat and big-eared, with a smug expression on his face.Immediately, he smiled at He Xiu knowingly.He Xiu felt relieved, knowing that the other party didn't want to meddle in his own business, she immediately showed a grateful smile.

He Xiu and Lu Heng finally put away the invisible swords and swords between each other.Zhao Jiwu breathed a sigh of relief.He finally had the opportunity to show the richness and hospitality of the host family.In no time, the exquisite delicacies were placed on the table.The servants in Tsing Yi were also replaced by maidservants in pink skirts.They lit the stove around again, and after drinking a few cups of hot wine, everyone's faces turned from white to red.The awkward and embarrassing atmosphere just now really disappeared.

Zhao Jiwu talked lightly and smiled lightly, having both ways.Even a person as cold as Lu Heng couldn't help but look up at him more.This glance is like a dose of heart-strengthening pill, and Zhao Jiwu seems to be covered with a halo, and his expression is even better.

Guo Bingzhi didn't dare to talk casually with Lu Heng, he just talked about He Xiu from the scenery of lakes and mountains to people in the city, from the various forms of the world to the legends of ancient gods and Buddhas, and to the illusory claims of the emperor and Shennong era, and then went on to study The virtues of the sages of the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties, from time to time, ask one or two questions, "What do you think of Mr. Lu?" "What does Master He think?"

Lu Heng smiled and didn't answer.He looked at He Xiu with a cold eye, and after taking Guo Bingzhi's words, his mouth was full of yellow, like the water of a hanging river.He Xiu seemed to be rarely excited, and suddenly talked loudly during the meeting.In addition, it also talked about the Confucian way of governing the world, the Taoist method of concentrating the mind and guiding qi, and the Buddhist method of self-cultivation and self-cultivation.Lu Heng raised his chin, sipped the wine in the glass lightly, and stared at him intently with great interest.

He Xiu sipped and drank slowly, talked with Guo Bingzhi, and aimed his eyes at Lu Heng's face.This life is good, with a fairy temperament.It's just too deep and boring.There was also Jiang Yi'an muttering behind him, repeatedly saying that this person had a strange aura and was definitely not an ordinary person.It was inevitable that my heart would be quite cold.

Jiang Yi'an nodded with his chin and talked eloquently. The grandstanding Zhao Jiwu whispered to He Xiu: "Xiu Lang, that bastard wants to become a fairy and also wants to curry favor with the powerful, so he is not greedy."

Upon hearing his words, He Xiu turned her head and met Shang Lu Heng's eyes.The fire that had cooled down in his heart suddenly grew eight feet high, burning his brain for a while, and even his eyes became presumptuous.Even though Lu Zhiyu had no dust under his eyes, he could see the clues.His eyes collided with He Xiu calmly, and between the sparks of calcium carbide, the meaning of warning was very obvious.

The so-called beauty is in the eye of the beholder.Lu Heng's glaring eyes, in He Xiu's eyes, were equivalent to flirting.His heart boiled so badly, he only hated that people had too many eyes, and couldn't stretch out his hand to pull that person into his arms.

Jiang Yi'an keenly sensed the danger, and looked up again to see the idiot on He Xiu's face.He pinched his inner thigh with hatred, "Xiu Lang, we don't want to mess with this person."

He Xiu gritted her back teeth in grief, and looked away reluctantly, "I know." There are too many people, it's not easy to mess with.

From Guo Bingzhi's point of view, although He Xiu came out of the world like a banished fairy, her temperament was kind and approachable; while Lu Heng's long and phoenix appearance was cold and arrogant, which made people feel daunted.Guo Bingzhi also knew his identity, but he didn't dare to do anything out of bounds to let others know the identity of Lu Heng.He was absent-mindedly chatting with He Xiu, while secretly observing Lu Heng's expression.I don't know why the inexplicable undercurrent between these two people started again, and my mouth was thirsty anxiously, and I raised my head and took a big gulp of wine.His old face turned red from choking, and he coughed twice before he managed to catch his breath.He regretted deeply: the old man has no reason, why did he insist on visiting Immortal Master He today?ah?Why do you want to be caught between these two great gods when you are so old?ah?Qi depression returns to Qi depression, helpless, speechless and inaction.I had to order the luthier to bring the Yaoqin, order a tune at random, and ask the singer to sing it to get rid of depression.

Diva is a twenty-eight beauty.It's freezing cold, but still only wearing a light gauze skirt.Her face is white and her lips are red, her voice is clear and melodious, with resentment like anger: "Lovesickness is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far away as the sky. Thousands of tears are flowing, which makes people feel sad and heartbroken...."

When He Xiu heard this song, he couldn't help but smile from the corner of his mouth.He is familiar with this word.Unexpectedly, I heard it again.He Xiu was thinking about whether he should send Yun Lan a letter of condolences.Guo Bingzhi, a great Confucian who values ​​etiquette and self-cultivation, shouted loudly: "Stop...." How could such a beautiful word be sung in front of such a person on such an occasion.Blame myself for being frizzy, but I couldn't take a closer look.Guo Bing yelled out this throat, and broke out in a cold sweat again.

From the beginning of the singer's song, Lu Heng lowered his eyes, holding the wine cup, as if he was thinking about everything.Hearing the song was interrupted, he raised his cold eyes and said without distinguishing between emotions and anger: "The singing is very good."

The luthier half-raised his hands, the singer half-opened her mouth, everyone present looked at Guo Bingzhi and then at Lu Heng, feeling awkward on the spot.Guo Bingzhi coughed under cover, "Good singing." Zhao Muxian hurriedly waved his hand to hint, the luthier continued to fiddle with the strings, and the singer continued to babble and sing: "If you want to see without a cause, it's hard to fight. No predestined relationship, waiting for reunion, next life wish."

She slowly twisted her waist, her eyes flicked between Lu Heng and He Xiu from time to time, and she sang a sad and painful "Da Shi" sweetly.

At the end of the song, the music changed, Zhao Muxian clapped his hands, and all the dancers came on stage.All of a sudden, there was a scent of incense blowing from all around, and the warmth was coaxing, and the atmosphere suddenly became fragrant.

Lu Heng waited until the dancer came on stage, then opened his eyes again, and casually rewarded him with a piece of pendant.When the singer came to thank her, she asked again: "Do you know the origin of the song you just sang?"

The singer is a new and well-known prostitute from the "Fenmian Cai" family in the north of the city. She is beautiful and skilled, and she has an outstanding singing voice.Since entering the industry, he has been used to being praised by benefactors, and his eyes are always higher than the top, and ordinary people can't see it.Today I met two extraordinary gentlemen, my heart is a little bit wandering.His face is more rosy, his eyes are more lively, and even his voice is much softer than before. "It is rumored that a woman from a prostitute's family agrees with others. The lover was unable to redeem her, so he wrote a poem to give to the woman before leaving." The singer then sang aloud: "'When we meet, we will be deeply in love. I wish we could meet sooner. There are tens of thousands of people, but it is not as good as Iraq. Bielden said long, and then felt troubled. Outside the building, the Zhulou is alone leaning on the lanai, surrounded by grass.' After reading this poem, the prostitute's heart felt like a knife. So I wrote this song "Response to Shi" to bid farewell to my lover."

Lu Heng's eyes were clear and bright, moist and lustrous.He lowered his eyelids again, and moved his lips lightly, "When we meet, we are deeply in love, and I wish we hadn't seen each other early. After knowing thousands of people, I will never be as good as Yi." Repeatedly, it turned out to be chewing between words.He Xiu glanced at him, and thought of Yun Lan for some reason, not the elegant and gentle Yun Lan sitting in the Lotus Palace, but the crying Yun Lan who was hiding behind a stone.The sound of sobbing seemed to be right next to his ears, he took a sip of wine down his throat, feeling inexplicably upset again.

He Xiu rolled her eyes, and before the song was over, she raised her voice and shouted: "Bring the piano."

The qin master presents the Yaoqin in his hand.He Xiu picked up a tune at random, and sang while playing: "Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating leaves, why not whine and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are light than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of mist and rain will make life a lifetime. The spring breeze blows and wakes up. , slightly cold, but the mountain top is slanting and greets you. Looking back at the bleak place, there is neither wind nor rain nor sunshine."

Lu Heng was always calm and indifferent, but the smile in his eyes became stronger and stronger.He suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long cry, regardless of the astonished crowd, he lifted his clothes and found that he was already outside the bamboo forest.