What caught Feng Tie's eyes was an endless sea of flowers.
Different from the coquettish and bold poppies in the Duke of Dark Night's private garden, a large patchwork of pear trees is filled with pink and white pear blossoms.
The breeze blows, and the tiny and tender pear blossoms fly petal by petal, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of attractive sweetness.
Feng Tie rode his horse through the dreamy pear forest and came to a simple thatched cottage.
There were a few silly yellow sheep lying lazily near the thatched hut, not afraid of people. When Feng Tie approached, the few yellow sheep just pricked up their ears and continued to lie on the ground leisurely eating the green grass in front of them. Behind the thatched hut
Not far away is a huge waterfall flying down. The waterfall releases straight down, slamming the terrifying water into the pool at the bottom, splashing clear Qionghua broken jade, reflecting a series of low rainbows
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Feng Tie got off his horse and walked towards the thatched cottage with a leisurely expression.
In front of the thatched cottage, there is a majestic pavilion with flying eaves, and sitting on a stone-carved stool is a young scholar who is writing rapidly.
"Hello!" Feng Tie greeted the book boy from afar, "I want to find Master Algabi. Is he at home?"
Hearing this, the handsome scholar gently put down the weird long pen with a thin rod and a soft tip in his hand, and hugged Feng Tie: "You are looking for my husband, but he is not here!"
But Feng Tie's mind was attracted by this weird pen: "Holy crap, isn't this a writing brush?"
Feng Tie was so surprised that he couldn't speak. He quickly walked to the stone table, picked up the brush and looked at it carefully: the body of the brush was made of a slender wooden stick, and the brush tip was made of the hair of an unknown animal.
, the end of the pen exudes a strong smell of ink.
He lowered his head and looked at the stone table. One side of the inkstone made of polished stone was filled with thick and dark juice. Feng Tie couldn't help being surprised. He picked up a little with his finger and brought it to the tip of his nose: "Well, it's familiar.
The formula has a familiar smell. I didn’t expect that I, Feng Tie, would be able to smell the scent of ink one day. Well, it would be even better if it smells like a carbon pen."
The book boy was unhappy: "What do you mean by sniffing my husband's foot-washing water?"
"Ugh!" Feng Tie vomited. He shook the dripping black juice on his fingers vigorously, while scolding this arrogant book boy with a dark face: "Didn't your husband teach you to stand up when talking to guests?
Is that considered polite?"
"But I've already stood up!" The book boy was furious, and then he pulled out a huge hammer from nowhere, smashed it at Feng Tie across the stone table, and yelled hatefully: "You...
It is simply an insult to our great king of the dwarves!"
Feng Tie was horrified and kept dodging backwards. The hammer hit the stone table and a stream of sparks shot out. The book boy chased after Feng Tie reluctantly and seemed determined not to stop until he smashed Feng Tie into meat cakes.
Feng Tie's bodyguard quit, and more than a dozen people rushed up with a "hoo!" and tightly surrounded the desperate book boy in the center. A dozen broad swords shining with cold light were pressed against the book boy's body. As long as Feng Tie said a word
On command, more than a dozen transparent holes will be poked in the book boy's body.
"Stop!" Feng Tie stopped him loudly: "Don't touch him."
Feng Tie strode forward and pushed away the tip of a soldier's sword: "It's my fault. I don't blame this kid."
"I am not a child, I am the greatest warrior in the dwarves. If you dare to insult me again, I swear to the king of dwarves that I will use the weapons in my hands to teach you a lesson." The book boy's body was held hostage by the sharp blade.
He didn't dare to make any rash move, but he kept cursing in his mouth.
"Okay, it's my fault, I apologize to you." Feng Tie bowed and saluted gracefully. Seeing the anger in the book boy's eyes gradually fade away, Feng Tie made a look and ordered the soldiers to put away their weapons.
Only then did Feng Tie finally see the appearance of this book boy.
This is indeed not the body of a child. A child is not fully developed, and the body is slender and thin. Even a relatively obese child can see the tender bones through the muscles.
But although this bookboy is surprisingly short, his half-rolled sleeves reveal a thick forearm. His wrist muscles are strong, and the skin on his palms and fingers is as rough as dry bark. He is not young at all.
Children can have it.
"This is the legendary dwarf race that Linda once told me!" Feng Tie exclaimed, and Feng Tie couldn't help but feel strange: "Isn't it said that your race has been extinct for a long time?"
"Humph, what a fuss!" The dwarf book boy saw that Feng Tie's party was crowded with people and he would definitely not get any favors if he bothered him unnecessarily, so he gave Feng Tie a big look and said, "Do you want to find my husband?"
Before Feng Tie could express anything, the bookboy impatiently pointed to the waterfall: "My husband is playing the piano there. If you want to go, go quickly and don't disturb me from practicing my calligraphy here."
After finishing speaking, the book boy walked back to the stone table and sat down. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, picked up his pen and continued writing.
Feng Tie touched his nose and smiled bitterly, then walked towards the waterfall.
"Linda, you liar!" Feng Tie thought bitterly as he walked away: "And the dwarves all have ugly faces that age prematurely, and they love peace and have a docile personality. I think this kid looks like
He's not bad at all, he's only a little bit worse than me. Humph! What's more, he has a docile personality. His firecracker temper is just igniting. If it weren't for the young master, I would have almost been beaten into a eunuch by his hammer if I hadn't been able to hide.
From now on, hey, see how I deal with you."
Dissatisfied, Feng Tie walked towards the waterfall without stopping at all. Xiong Da and the soldiers followed closely, fearing that something unexpected would happen again.
The closer you get to the waterfall, the louder the sound of the water becomes. Sometimes it is like a noisy ghost market that suddenly appears in the quiet midnight, sometimes it is noisy like thousands of galloping horses. Until you reach the pool under the waterfall, Fengtie feels a deafening sound.
It has taken away his mind.
"Keng!"
A clear and clear guqin sound sounded leisurely. Although it was just a simple note, it surprisingly covered up the huge sound of the waterfall rushing into the pool. It seemed that there was only the sound of a single string left in the world, and the lingering sound lingered and echoed endlessly.
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Following the sound, Feng Tie saw a white-headed old Taoist with immortal style sitting on a big stone in the center of the pool.
Feng Tie gaped at the Taoist priest, with tens of thousands of grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart: "This is too ridiculous."
The Taoist priest wore a sky-blue Taoist robe, with a Tai Chi Bagua diagram embroidered with silk thread on the front of the Taoist robe. The Taoist priest sat cross-legged on a stone, with a guqin with a burnt tail on his lap.
The Taoist priest lowered his head slightly, with his eyes half-open and half-closed, and his face as ancient as a well. He pressed the head of the piano with the ring finger of his left hand, and flexibly hooked, picked, caressed, and plucked the five fingers of his right hand to play a breathtaking song of mountain flowing water.
"Omnipotent flame unicorn, take me away quickly. This is so exciting. My heart really can't stand it!" A thought flashed through Feng Tie's heart: "That's not right.
, isn’t this a foreign land? How come there are disciples and grandsons of Taishang Laojun coming and going? Am I wearing clothes again?”
Feng Tie looked behind him suspiciously, and saw Xiong Da and a group of soldiers looking at the old man in strange clothes on the stone with their mouths open in surprise. Then Feng Tie put his heart back in his stomach and turned around to continue looking at this strange man.
The Taoist priests pretend to be gods and ghosts.
The Taoist priest was playing the piano to an exciting point. Feng Tie couldn't help but raise his voice and responded: "It's as tall as a mountain and as swaying as a flowing water. Sir, I've been playing the piano for a long time. Does anyone know what I'm doing?"
"Qiang!"
The sound of string breaking sounded.
The Taoist priest raised his head and looked at Feng Tie with gleaming eyes. Feng Tie was not afraid, and his eyes met the Taoist's gaze with a smile for a long time.
The Taoist priest suddenly laughed, holding the guqin under his arm and flying towards the shore like lightning.
Xiong Da nervously turned to Feng Tie, pulled out the broad sword on his back and held it across his chest in a warning posture. The guards behind Feng Tie also unsheathed their swords and prepared to pounce.
"Don't move!" Feng Tie shouted to stop everyone, stretched out his hand to gently push away the confused Xiong Da, and Shi Shiran walked to the Taoist priest who was floating beside the pool, bent down and gave a salute.
"May I ask if this gentleman is playing the song "High Mountains and Flowing Waters"? Feng Tie asked elegantly.
The Taoist priest's eyes revealed a deep look of surprise: "Exactly, may I ask my little friend if you have any advice?"
Feng Tie gave another salute, and held his hands in an open-minded manner: "I, Feng Tie, am also a person who loves this art. I take the liberty to meet you today. I have longed for you, sir, and I have come here to ask for advice on the art of music."
The Taoist priest laughed and stretched out a thin hand to smooth the white beard under his chin: "It seems that my little friend is indeed a member of our generation. May I ask my little friend what is the Taoist Qin Dao?"
Feng Tie replied: "Fuxi cut the Wutong into three sections, took the middle section, and struck out the charm of heaven and earth, the wonderful sound of Yaochi, and then the Yaoqin was handed down to the world. I don't know if I am right?"
The look of surprise on the Taoist priest's face grew stronger: "Then, little friend, what about Qinli?"
Feng Tie smiled proudly and said: "The principle of the qin is that the spirit is peaceful, harmonious with the spirit, harmonious with the Tao, and can be played freely. It can be played by the spring in the forest, or in the deep bamboo bamboo, enjoying the sounds of nature alone, or even
It has reached the state of forgetting both things and myself. I wonder what you think, sir?"
"Ah?" The Taoist priest was about to collapse, "This, this, the truth behind this, I thought that no one else in the world could figure it out. How can I know, little friend?"
"How the hell did I know? You still have the nerve to ask me?" Feng Tie instantly put on a fierce face, "Don't tell me that you came from ancient times, do you think you are holding a
If a piece of burnt rotten wood passes off as a burnt tail, will I think you are from the Eastern Han Dynasty?"
Xiong Da didn't expect that his young master would fall out at once, and for fear of offending the weirdo in front of him who didn't know the details, Xiong Da quickly picked up his broad sword and protected him in front of Feng Tie.
Feng Tie kicked Xiong Da away, looking even more angry: "I am also a musician in the 21st century. Don't bully me because I am a rock singer and don't understand classical music. My music knowledge is as broad as the mind of the sea. Just now
I can see clearly that the way you play the piano is completely nondescript!"
Ignoring the Taoist priest's dumbfounded expression, Feng Tie continued to vent to himself: "The way you play the piano is clearly like playing the guitar. Don't think I can't tell. You are constantly changing the seven chords in the key of C major with your left hand, and with your right index finger
When you put your thumb together, you’re barely holding a pick, and you’re trying to fool me, hum, hum.”
"Also, the modern Huangmei opera sung by the woodcutter in the woods outside was taught by you, right?" Feng Tie's finger had already touched the tip of the Taoist priest's nose: "A Taoist priest who has become a monk thinks about love all day long.
Love, these filthy pornographic songs are spread everywhere, do you think you are still reliable?"
Xiong Da sat on the ground aggrievedly and spoke up: "Master is right, this old liar is unreliable! Wuwuwuwu... Master, why did you hit me for no reason!"