When he got closer, Ximen Qing could clearly see what kind of poor man was ahead of him. But it was a Taoist priest in quail clothes striding in the snow, his steps following the rhythm of chanting in his mouth, he was free and easy, enjoying himself, and not at all.
It means severe cold and snow.
Ximen Qingxin said: "What a great scholar!" He slowed down and followed the Taoist gently. When he finished chanting a section and regained his breath, he also lengthened his voice and said with an imitation: "We are destined to meet you thousands of miles away, but we are not destined to meet you.
We won’t meet each other on the opposite side!”
The Taoist priest in front said "Huh", stopped and turned around, and came face to face with Ximen Qing. He saw that he had a curly beard and beautiful appearance, and his two eyes were black and white, as clear as autumn water, and he looked around brightly. He raised his hand towards Ximen Qing
At that time, he became even more suave and unruly: "Where did this fisherman come from? I'll reward you in the snow, but you're in a good mood!"
Ximen Qing pointed towards the door of his house not far away: "There is no place to go after wearing iron shoes, the only fate is in this mountain!"
The Taoist laughed heartily, and the two of them walked side by side.
When they were close, without the wind and snow blocking them, the Taoist took a look at Ximen Qing's appearance under the golden cane hat, and couldn't help but secretly marveled in his heart: "This man has a dead look on his face. He should have died long ago, but he has such a blessed day."
The red light of joy came up, like a dead tree sprouting buds, the ashes of calamity rekindled, revealing a vibrant vitality! I have seen no more strange person in the world with a strange destiny than this person!"
When he arrived in front of Ximen Mansion, Ximen Qing extended his hand and said humbly: "Master Taoist, please come in!" The Taoist wanted to see Ximen Qing's back, so he shook his head and said, "If you are a strong guest, you should not overwhelm the host, so you should come first!"
Seeing that Ximen Qing wanted to give way again, he waved his hand and said, "If you continue to be polite, I will leave!"
Ximen Qing had no choice but to shrug his shoulders: "In that case, it's blasphemy!" After saying that, he went ahead. When the Taoist looked behind him, he saw that his shoulders were draped over his waist, and countless restless emotions were revealed with every step he took. Even though he was a man
Although he looks dilapidated, his head reaches the sky, his feet reach the earth, he walks upright, his body is majestic, and his feet reach the gods.
The Taoist couldn't help but rub his forehead, and secretly smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that today I would also see the sea like He Bo! There are people like this in the world, but I know that my ability to observe people is really limited!"
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After entering the living room, Ximen Qing asked the Taoist to sit down. The Taoist was not polite and sat down generously. Daian had already served tea. The Taoist thought: "Why don't I try him again?"
He took the teacup, turned his hand, and there was already a flower in his hand. He put it on the tea tray, and did not look at the dumbfounded Daian. He just smiled at Ximen Qing and said, "I'm sorry for bothering you today, so I'll give you a flower."
Duo, express your feelings!"
Ximen Qing was also surprised, so he asked Daian to hold the flower over for a look, and saw that it was made of bright-colored silk as petals, pearls as stamens, and gold threads gathered on jasper branches. Although the materials are rare, they are better than
Although the uncanny craftsmanship is exquisite, it is nothing. Ximen Qing thought in his heart: "This Taoist has an extraordinary background!"
Immediately, he put the flowers back on the tray and asked Daian to send them back again. He cupped his hands and said: "This thing is precious, I'm afraid I won't be able to accept it!"
The Taoist smiled and said, "If we are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, what is a flower worth?" When he turned his hand, there was another flower.
Ximen Qing had been watching his every move closely. When he saw him, he suddenly realized that this Taoist master turned out to be a master of magic. Although there were thousands of knots in his quail clothes, he also hid all kinds of ingenuity.
, enough to shock the world.
Feeling confident, Ximen Qing pointed at the Taoist's broad sleeves and said with a smile: "The flowers hidden in the sleeves reveal the everlasting spring color."
The Taoist was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that Ximen Qing's eyes were so sharp that he could see through his own methods! Of course, he didn't know that Ximen Qing had nearly a thousand years more experience than anyone else in this era. Today's miraculous skills are passing through
After being washed away by the torrent of time, the big lang is no different from a small trick.
Although the agency was leaked, this Taoist always liked to play games with the world and never relied on his skills to trick others or imitate the magic stick. He was so bright-hearted that he was willing to admit defeat. He laughed and looked around, but saw a hanging hanging in the middle of the living room.
Holding a Bagua mirror to ward off evil spirits, he pointed at the mirror and said with a smile: "There is a mirror hanging in front of the hall, and the Star Master Mirror hangs high."
The two of them looked at each other and smiled, then stood up again and each bowed. They felt that they were in the same mood.
After sitting down again, Ximen Qing asked: "It turns out that the Taoist Priest knew that I was the so-called Star Master, so he deliberately tested me. But he didn't know the name of the chief monk, would he be willing to give it to me?"
The Taoist waved his hands and said: "Ashamed, ashamed! The poor Taoist Ye Zhiqiu likes to read Lao Zhuang, and has some experience in the Tao of Danding. He has always loved hanging out in the rivers and lakes. The mountains are high, the moon is small, the mist is reflected, the water falls and the rocks come from the sky. There are poverty everywhere.
The footprints of the Tao. My fellow Taoist friends in the martial arts world all call me 'Iron-footed Taoist'. I recently visited the Five Mountains and was about to go to Dongyue, but I heard that two star masters had appeared in Qinghe, and I became curious for a moment.
My heart, I just came here to open my eyes. Who would have thought that it is better to be famous than to meet, and to meet is even better than to be famous. I admire you, I admire you!"
Ximen Qing hurriedly said humbly: "What the hell! I'm so lucky to have met Dao Brother Ye today. Speaking of which, I don't envy the Taoist priest for being good at burning furnaces and making cauldrons, and for having the Zhongnan shortcut to the road to immortality;
But I envy the Taoist priest who has traveled thousands of miles across thousands of rivers and mountains, seen all kinds of colors, and the myriad of delicious delicacies from all over the world..."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly jumped up, closed his eyes and stretched out his nose to take a deep sniff in the air, with a look of intoxication on his face.
Ximen Qingzhang Er's star master couldn't figure it out. He stretched his nose and smelled it in the air. Apart from the sandalwood incense in the room, there was no other peculiar smell. Seeing Ye Zhiqiu's intoxicated expression, he couldn't help but wonder.
If you dare to interrupt, wait until he opens his eyes and then ask: "Brother Ye Dao, what are you...?"
But Ye Zhiqiu was smiling and said: "Speaking of delicious food, may I ask Lord Ximen, can there be plum blossoms planted in the garden of the house?"
Ximen Qing was stunned, then he pointed in the direction of the back garden and said: "There is a branch of plum blossom in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I knew it wasn't snow from afar, because there was a faint fragrance."
Ye Zhiqiu laughed and said: "Okay! I didn't expect that Wang Jinggong's poem about plum blossoms would spread so widely! In the past, he persuaded the prime minister to chant plum blossoms, and then Master Ximen planted plums. Today, a poor man wants to come and appreciate the plums, but he doesn't know what the star master wants.
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Ximen Qing waved his hand: "Brother Ye Dao, why are you so polite? From now on, you and I will be like brothers. If you want to enjoy the plum blossoms, how can you do it without wine? I'll let the boys prepare it first. But Brother Ye Dao, how can you treat your nose?"
So smart? How can you still smell the fragrance of flowers from such a distance? It’s amazing! It’s amazing!”
Ye Zhiqiu said with a smile: "Others have clairvoyance, celestial ears, and celestial feet. Their minds are pierced, their destiny is pierced, and they have no loopholes. I can't do anything. I only have this celestial nose pierce. Oh! Maybe I need to add another one."
'Tian Tongue'. Come on, come on, brother Ximen, please take me to enjoy the plum blossoms! Wine is what you get when you feel like it, so why bother preparing it?"
Ximen Qing was urged by him and had no choice but to lead the way. He smiled as he walked and said, "It turns out that Brother Ye Dao lost his heart as soon as he smelled the fragrance of plum blossoms."
Ye Zhiqiu sighed and said: "The flowers are full of flowers and people are about to come out, but what can I do! What can I do!"
As the two of them walked forward, everyone in the Ximen Mansion already knew that the master had brought back a Taoist priest who didn't wear shoes. The maids and servants had avoided it early, and they inevitably gathered together to talk about strange things. They all said that if their master Tianxing hadn't been reincarnated,
, and cannot attract such magical people.
Entering the back garden, Ye Zhiqiu became more and more energetic as he walked, as if the fragrance of plum blossoms was a refreshing elixir for him. When he got to the edge of the small plum forest, which was still far away, Ye Zhiqiu cheered: "It's so white."
plum bossom!"
Ximen Qing said regretfully: "It's a pity that there are no red plums, but it makes Brother Ye Dao enjoy the scenery."
Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand and said: "That's not the case. Those with red plums are warriors of the cold; those with white plums are hermits of the cold. Although both of them are noble, I prefer seclusion to fighting. Only here in this place where winter cold prevails, I would like to treat white plums
Forget about the coldness of the world for a while, it is a rare moment of leisure in life! This is exactly: it is better to fight against the world than to escape from it, and there is no better way to forget love than to be passionate."
Ximen Qing lowered his head and pondered the profound meaning of Ye Zhiqiu's words. Ye Zhiqiu then put his hands behind his hands and wandered in the plum forest.
Although the plum grove planted by Ximen Qing's family was not very large, among the people who planted it that day, there were quite a few outstanding Gaoshishan people, who took care of the plum grove to a certain density and with unique ingenuity. Ye Zhiqiu saw the straight-branched plum trees, hanging down.
The branches of plum blossoms and the plum blossoms of Longyou are all in wonderful shape, some are dancing with crickets, some are walking on stiff earthworms, some are solitary like pens, some are densely packed like halberds, the flowers are condensed with frost, and the fragrance dominates the orchids, and only the leaves can be seen nodding their heads in autumn.
After looking at it for a long time, Ye Zhiqiu said: "Brother Ximen, the fragrance of the flowers has whetted my appetite, but my 'Heavenly Tongue' is about to activate. Are you accommodating?"
Ximen Qingzheng lowered his head and thought about the wit of Ye Zhiqiu's words, and responded casually: "Brother Ye Dao, please feel free to do it." But suddenly he was startled and thought to himself: "Brother Ye Dao, what does 'Heavenly Tongue' mean?"
When he looked up, he saw that Ye Zhiqiu had picked several white plum blossoms, chewed them in his mouth, and swallowed them from the ice and snow among the flower branches. His mood was as leisurely as if he had picked up the pearl under the chin of a Li dragon, or eaten peaches on the Sui Mountains.
Even if you can't become an immortal, you can be happy enough.
Ximen Qing asked: "Brother Ye Dao, what is the purpose of eating these plum blossoms?" Ye Zhizhi said happily: "I want the cold fragrance to penetrate into my heart!" Ximen Qing was curious, so he also imitated the same, but he was the first to swallow it.
Next, I felt that from the tip of my tongue to my stomach, it was as cold as a popsicle. I could only say with a stiff face and a hard tongue: "Brother Ye Dao is really a 'Tiantongue'. Brother, I will never be as good as me, so I will be the inferior!"
Ye Zhiqiu laughed heartily. Fortunately, the servant's hot wine came to his rescue at this time. Ximen Qing drank two pots in a row, and then he felt that his tongue was his again.
The two of them were enjoying the fragrance of plum blossoms in a small pavilion not far away, while changing cups. Ye Zhiqiu said: "Brother, you have a somewhat melancholy look on your face. Could it be that there is something hidden in your chest?"
Ximen Qing sighed. He and Ye Zhiqiu hit it off immediately, and he was not afraid of his jokes, so he told what happened between him and Li Jiaoer, and finally said: "Thinking about it afterwards, my brother's words were too hurtful.
After self-examination, I can’t help but regret more and more!”
Ye Zhiqiu drank down the glass of wine in his hand and said seriously: "Brother Ximen, don't worry. I have the Nine-Character Sutra here, so please pass it on to your brothers!" This is exactly:
Thousands of books lack authenticity, and only three words and nine characters refer to the original intention. But I don’t know what magical tricks Ye Zhiqiu wants to teach Ximen Qing. I’ll explain it next time.