I live in Beihai Jun Nanhai [Rebirth]

Ji Qinglin was a little strange, Four Seasons Mountain?It seems that there is no such name on the handkerchief just now.

The woman was also stunned for a moment, according to the rules of Jiyan Pavilion, the guests would listen to whatever they sang that day, even if the big family reserved the show, they would play according to the cards of the day, and very few people broke this rule. Listen to the key points that are not on the play cards of the day.

Seeing her hesitation, Xie Wuyi took out an obsidian with a red thread from his sleeve and handed it to her, "Please give this object to the class master, he will understand."

As soon as the woman heard it, she understood that this guest had some friendship with her class leader, took the obsidian and said slightly: "Then please wait a moment, sir, let me go to arrange it."

When the woman came downstairs, Ji Qinglin asked curiously, "Do you know the class leader here?"

Xie Wuyi nodded.

Ji Qinglin let out a thoughtful "Oh", leaned closer to Xie Wuyi and blinked with a smile: "So it doesn't cost money to listen to the opera here?"

Xie Wuyi was startled, he didn't expect that he would still think about this, and he didn't know how many thoughts of money obsession Yinluo had instilled in him these years, so he had no choice but to say: "Yes."

Ji Qinglin raised his eyebrows and smiled, seemingly relieved, and continued to ask: "What is the "Four Seasons Mountain" you ordered just now?"

Xie Wuyi picked up the teacup and took a sip, put down the cup and said, "Shuijing Shenzun."

Ji Qinglin was a little surprised, Xin Dao didn't expect this person to be quite caring, just after asking a few more questions in the car, he specially ordered a scene about the water mirror god.

But this really aroused Ji Qinglin's curiosity. Since he entered the palace, he had heard people mention this deity several times, as if something in the dark led him to search for this deity step by step.

After waiting for a while, someone downstairs walked in through the side door and got busy by the stage in the middle.

A few servants closed the doors and windows that let in light one by one, and lowered the blackout curtains, and the hall suddenly became dark.

A four-row chime bell was placed on the edge of the stage, and a luthier held his qin and put it on the horn table, and a young man holding a bamboo flute stood beside him.

Those young servants lit the lamp slaves at the four corners of the stage, and then put down one of the rolled-up background curtains directly behind the stage.

When the curtain fell, Ji Qinglin couldn't help opening his eyes slightly.

It was a huge landscape painting on silk cloth, with a clear lake in the middle, surrounded by four high mountains.

The four mountains have different colors. The first main color is light green, with light grass and willows on it, and dots of floating flowers. The second main color is dark green, with towering old trees and lush greenery. The main color of the fourth seat is snow white, with icicles hanging upside down and covered in silver.

Ji Qinglin suddenly realized, no wonder this play is called "Four Seasons Mountain". It turns out that the mountain really lives up to its name, as if four seasons coexist.

"Is this the place where Shui Jing Shenzun lives?" Ji Qinglin asked curiously.

Xie Wuyi nodded, and Ji Qinglin exclaimed, "Tsk, the fairyland is really extraordinary."

The stage has been set up properly, the young man holding the flute brought the bamboo flute to his mouth, and with the melodious sound of the flute, a faint mist drifted out from the dark places around, soon covering the entire stage like a fairyland.

In the shadow on the side of the stage, a man with wide sleeves and a light shirt slowly walked up. His footsteps were light, as if he was stepping on the clouds. And fluctuate slightly.

The dim candlelight shone on his body, and he couldn't see his face clearly because of the distance, but it can be roughly guessed that he was playing the role of Shui Jing Shenzun.

"Yichuan Tobacco, the city is full of wind and wind, and the plums are yellow and rainy. At the foot of the mountain that year, the spring cold green ants, a prelude to the ups and downs of a cup. The orchid boat swayed gently, the birds in the forest, and the shadows of the creek crossed. Surrounded by deep..."

As soon as the chanting started, the sound like a spring and a waterfall immediately attracted Ji Qinglin's attention, and he couldn't help but hold his breath, watching every move of the people on the stage intently.

After singing a verse, there was another person on the side of the stage, dressed in an apricot-yellow shirt, with a sword at his waist, and walked to the side of "Shuijing Shenzun" in the mist.

"You rode through the forest and shallow grass, looking back at the falling flowers and flying misty. A touch of afterglow outside the mountain reflects the gentle corners of the lips, and the wind still smiles in the silent and quiet place. The stars are clear and the Milky Way is far away. It's too much to drink. Who sighs the ditch Silently waiting for the bright moon to shine, spring sleep without a light rain..."

The two people on the stage swim hand in hand in the clouds and mist, and the places they pass are colorful, and the background curtain slowly descends to the second piece. The mountains have not changed, but the sun and the moon have changed in the sky, turning into a bright Milky Way, full of stars.

"Knowing that the flowers in the mirror, the water and the moon will end without a shadow, why are you infatuated and inclined to travel in the bitter mountains, waiting for the clouds to roll, the clouds, the long sky, the snow to fall, and the old two swallows to hold the grass? When you wake up from drinking, you just meet and part in a hurry, it's all a dream..."

The man in apricot yellow clothes retreated in the clouds and mist, leaving only "Shui Jing Shenzun" standing quietly in the middle of the stage, looking at the direction in which the man left.

The third curtain came down, and there were no four seasons in the mountains, and there was only white snow covering everything.

"Shui Jing Shen Zun" sat down slowly, leaned on the fake stone beside him, and closed his eyes.

In the darkness around the stage, several people sang together in low voices: "Sleeping on a rock under the mountain, awakening from a drunken dream..."

In the heavy snow, the man in the apricot-yellow shirt returned to the stage, looked around, and then knelt down beside the "Water Mirror God", and gently brushed the snow on his forehead.

The sound of the piano is closed, the sound of the flute is over, and the last sound of the chime is like a sigh.

Ji Qinglin watched quietly as the candlelight on the stage dimmed, the actors retreated from the stage, and the curtain was rolled back to the roof. It was only when the surrounding doors and windows were reopened and the afterglow of the setting sun poured into the pavilion that he came back to his senses a little. It was as if being crushed by a boulder, so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe.

A cup of tea was handed to him, Ji Qinglin was stunned for a moment, took it and held it in his hand, smiled embarrassedly and said: "I made you laugh, I don't know why I suddenly..."

Suddenly feel a little uncomfortable.

Xie Wuyi looked at him quietly for a moment, then looked away and said slowly, "Master, you must have entered the drama."

Ji Qinglin nodded, took a sip of tea to adjust his mood, and then returned to normal, and asked: "On stage just now, one person played the role of Shuijing God, what about the other one? Is he also a God?"

Xie Wuyi said, "It's a mortal."

Ji Qinglin lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked: "Then they are..."

Xie Wuyi said: "Master and apprentice."

Ji Qinglin asked, "Just master and apprentice?"

Xie Wuyi didn't seem to expect him to ask such a question, and asked instead, "Why do you ask that?"

Ji Qinglin sneered and said: "The script is written... I always feel... It seems that it's not just a master and a student, right?"

I don't know if it's because he came into contact with the word "broken sleeve" too frequently recently. When he was listening to the play just now, he clearly felt the lingering affection and the pain of resignation from the words of the play and the expressions of the two actors. This kind of relationship is really not like the ordinary master-student relationship.

Xie Wuyi was silent for a moment, then said, "The play is just a fabrication."

Ji Qinglin blinked, but he didn't argue with him anymore, he only raised his eyebrows, then nodded and smiled.

At this time, footsteps came from the stairs not far behind him, Ji Qinglin looked back, and saw that the actor who played the god on stage just now had reached the second floor and was walking towards them.

When he got closer and saw the man's appearance clearly through the light, Ji Qinglin took a breath and blurted out, "Shui Jing Shen Zun!?"

The appearance of this person is [-] to [-] percent similar to the statue of the deity he saw in the Tongtian Temple. If he holds a carp in his hand, it seems to be the deity himself.

Hearing Ji Qinglin's exclamation, the man stopped and looked at him, and said with a smile neither humble nor overbearing: "Is your son too involved in the drama? Now that the drama is over, I dare not be called a god."

Ji Qinglin was still surprised, but the man turned to Xie Wuyi and cupped his hands: "Brother Wuyi, don't come here without any problems."

Although the words in his mouth seemed to be ordinary greetings, his eyes were fixed on Xie Wuyi, full of surprise and confusion, as if he had discovered something inexplicable and wanted to find an answer on Xie Wuyi's face.

Xie Wuyi didn't seem to notice, nodded slightly and said, "Sit."

The man was not polite either, he lifted up his clothes and sat down, stared at Wuyi for a long time, then put away his searching look, smiled and asked: "It's been a long time since Brother Wuyi has been here for a long time. , how could you come to listen to the opera with such elegance today?"

Xie Wuyi said truthfully: "Just passing by Yunzhou, Mr. Ji wanted to listen to an opera, so he thought of Jiyan Pavilion."

Hearing this, the man turned to Ji Qinglin and said, "Young Master Ji?"

Ji Qinglin cupped his hands and said, "Ji Qinglin."

The man returned a salute and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm in Luoying."

Ji Qinglin nodded, and said with a frank smile, "You and Shui Jing Shenzun really look alike."

Luoying smiled slightly when she heard the words, and said, "Why did Mr. Ji say that? Could it be that Mr. Ji has seen the true face of the god?"

Ji Qinglin shrugged his shoulders, curled his lips and said: "That's not true, but I have seen his statue, it is really carved out of the same mold as you."

After saying this, he immediately thought: "Eh? The statue was carved after you, right?"

Luoying laughed, waved her hands again and again and said, "Master, you are joking, the statue of the deity existed thousands of years ago, not to mention me, even the ancestors didn't know where they were at that time."

"Oh...that's right."

Ji Qinglin scratched his chin, remembering what Yinluo said about releasing wine into the palace, the Tongtian Temple was built thousands of years ago, and the statue of the god must not have appeared in recent years.

Thinking about it, Ji Qinglin continued to ask: "Is it because you look like the God of Water Mirror, that's why you wrote and acted in "Four Seasons Mountain"?"

Ji Qinglin thinks that this speculation is very reasonable, for an actor who looks like a deity, it must be a gimmick to write such a play related to a deity and perform it by himself.

Unexpectedly, Luoying shook her head and said meaningfully: "Young master misunderstood, I did not write this play."

Ji Qinglin didn't intend to delve into it at first, but he heard the emphasis on "I" in his words, which obviously seemed to mean something, and when he said this, his eyes glanced at Xie Wuyi's face for a moment, and he couldn't help but After thinking about it for a while, he looked at Xie Wuyi and said, "Could it be you who wrote it?"

The author has something to say:

Yichuan Tobacco, the city is full of wind, and plums are yellow when it rains. ——He Zhu's "Sapphire Case·Lingbo but Hengtang Road"

The song "Four Seasons Mountain" in this chapter is an ancient song "Awakening from a Drunk Dream" written about two years ago. The lyrics and music are all original, which can be regarded as the source of inspiration for this book. Interested little angels can listen to it when they have nothing to do.

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