Two hundred and seventy-seven chapters, relying on who to listen to
Chapter 277: Who can I listen to?
Meiling Scenic Area is not far from Nanchang City. I had breakfast on the way and arrived there in the morning. Wu Yuchong booked three suites at Meiling Villa. You Fang and Hua Youxian each had a suite with her, which made Hua
I feel very embarrassed when I have free time. I enjoy traveling around the mountains and rivers as a tourist treat.
You Fang smiled and said: "Since you are here, just have fun. If there is an opportunity to ask for your help in the future, don't refuse."
We ordered a special fish soup for lunch, and in the afternoon a few people went to Xiyao Lake. Tourists are different from ordinary tourists. They neither rush to visit scenic spots, nor deliberately go to various scenic spots and historic sites to take pictures among the crowds.
, I basically followed my feelings, stepped on the walking pile with my hands behind my back, and even closed my eyes as my mind was hesitating. Only when I reached the place where the spiritual center gathered, I opened my eyes and stayed, took the painting folder and sat down to paint.
Wu Yuchong gently held You Fang's right arm behind his back with one hand, and followed him half a step behind. You Fang's steps were neither urgent nor slow, but not formal. He was upright and calm, yet free and casual. Wu Yuchong's steps were very gentle.
, like flowing clouds and flowing water, there is a natural beauty in walking beside You Fang. Seeing Hua Youxian behind him secretly nodding, he felt that the two of them should walk hand in hand like this, and it would not be appropriate to stagger even half a step.
The wind came from the mountains and blew across the lake, blowing Wu Yuchong's hair and blowing on You Fang's shoulders and ears. Of course he could feel it, but he just walked forward silently, with a slight smile on his lips and eyebrows.
As for Hua Youxian, he carried Wu Yuchong's piano case on his left shoulder, You Fang's picture folder on his right shoulder, a small horse in his hand, and a pocket bag on his waist. He was just a follower. Don't look at the two people in front of him.
Bu Kuai's posture was very cool, but this was in the mountains by the lake. The terrain was undulating and there were large and small gravels. He had to trot all the way to keep up. Fortunately, he had kung fu in his body, and he had already practiced Qing Gong quite well.
When the tourist stopped by the lake, he sat down and painted the mountains on the opposite side, painting one picture at each place. There were mountains and lakes and springs here, but when the tourist was by the lake, he only painted the mountains on the other side, not all the water.
It is left blank, but the meaning of the brushwork seems to naturally condense the meaning of water. Even Hua Youxian can tell at a glance that the meaning of You Fang's painting of mountains is actually water.
You Fang only drew one picture at one place, and stopped at many places while walking around the lake, drawing different angles of the peaks around the lake. Wu Yuchong kept watching and asked curiously: "Brother You Fang, are you there?"
What to draw?”
You Fang didn't answer, but drew four words on the white paper with charcoal in his hand - looking for mountains with stacked obstacles.
Wu Yuchong took the pipa from Hua Youxian's shoulder and played a piece gently. Following the sound of her pipa, water birds flew from a distance and wandered around the lake. The sound of the strings was as clear as the mountain breeze caressing the lake.
You Fang was tired from painting all afternoon, but he felt an indescribable sense of comfort when he heard the sound of the piano. Hua Youxian was looking at You Fang's paintings, frowning slightly in thought.
Qin Yu's slight chirping sound came from his waist, which was very much like a moan of extreme comfort. You Fang's brushstrokes condensed the spirit of pure Yang water. Along the way, he was cultivating the sword spirit with paintings, and the sound of the sword seemed to
It can resonate with the sound of the pipa. The old man still underestimated the little Youzi. He thought that You Fang could not condense the sword spirit into a real form before he mastered the spiritual mind. But at this time, the sword spirit was ready to come out, and there was only one opportunity left. You Fang
The day when spiritual consciousness turns into spiritual thoughts is when Qin Yuruo takes on a real form.
Of course, to others, Qin Yu does not exist in the world, but to You Fang, Qin Yu has nothing to do with the world.
There is a hot spring in the villa. It was already getting late when we came back from Xiyao Lake. I had a good night's rest and soaked in the hot spring. The next morning, the tourist said to Hua Youxian: "I can't always work hard for you. Let's go to the scenic spot by yourself today.
, you don’t need to follow me and Yu Chong, do you have pocket money in your pocket?”
Hua Youxian hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, boss Song gave me a lot when I went out...Brother You, don't be polite to me. It's really enjoyable to follow you around the mountains and rivers. What's the point of carrying a few things?"
You Fang smiled and said, "If you want to go out to play, go out and play. Today Yu Chong and I are going to take a walk in Fulong Mountain."
Hua Youxian blinked and smiled: "Brother You, if you don't want to be disturbed, then I will go and play by myself."
You Fang nodded simply and said: "Yes, I don't want to be disturbed! I'm going to listen to the piano. Who can I listen to?"
Hua Youxian frowned: "Brother You knows that I don't know much about reading, so don't say such literate words. I can't understand you."
You Fang reached out and knocked on his forehead: "Then read more books!"
Hua Youxian drove them to the roadside at the foot of Fulong Mountain, then said hello and left.
Looking up at the mountain, it looks like a long dragon looming, but the head and tail are missing. Looking north, there is a mountain stream flowing down from the cliff, forming a winding spring flowing along the foot of the mountain, just like a dragon swimming in the water. You Fang carried Wu Yuchong's piano case on his back,
Wu Yuchong carried You Fang's picture folder and asked, "Brother You Fang, where are we going to play? Do we want to follow the pilgrims going to Cuiyan Temple?"
You Fang shook his head and said: "I'm not here to burn incense. I'm just walking to a beautiful place with mountains and rivers. First I'll see the Hongya Danjing. Then we'll go wherever you like."
Wu Yuchong: "I like it? What about you, brother You Fang?"
You Fang clasped his hands behind his back and said, "I'm already at the foot of the cliff, looking at the air in the mountains, just talking about the rivers and lakes."
Wu Yuchong was slightly startled when he heard this. He looked up in the mountains, spoke about the rivers and lakes, and had such a magnificent mind. This was not something ordinary people could say, but You Fang downplayed it, neither pretending to be profound nor joking.
In this mountain, there are many giant bamboos that are thicker than the bowl of the sea. The dense forests are as tall as the sky. The cliffs are dotted with cliff stone carvings from past dynasties. Some have been submerged among the trees and flowers and no one knows about them. Most of them are concentrated near Danjing. Legend has it that
There is an immortal relic called Hongya Danjing, but the well cannot be seen. The cliff along the peak has extraordinary charm. There are huge writings on the cliff. It was called Hongya in ancient times. There is a deep pool with a steep bank under the Hongya.
After the heavy rain, the mountain streams flowed into the deep pool, and the sound of the water echoed with the echo of the surrounding cliffs, like the sound of natural bells. It is not the rainy season, and there was only a light rain in the past two days, so the famous Hongya Waterfall is not very popular.
Spectacular, with only a few water lines falling like a pearl curtain.
If it's a quiet night with no wind, you can hear the sound of rolling beads falling here, just like a woman strumming the strings of a piano. However, during the day, with the noise of tourists coming and going, if you don't have particularly good ears and a particularly delicate mind, you won't be able to hear it. You can only
To feel.
Where is the Dan Well built by the legendary Le Xian Ling Lun? It is at the bottom of this pool. It is unfathomable and I don’t know how it was built. Wu Yuchong glanced down at the pool water, his body swayed slightly, and You Fang stretched out his hand.
He supported her and said: "Yu Chong, are you afraid of heights? It's not high here either?"
Wu Yuchong stuck out his tongue playfully and said: "I'm not afraid of heights, but it feels weird here. Although it doesn't look high, it feels like I'm facing an abyss."
This pool of water makes tourists dare not use all their spiritual consciousness to explore it. It seems to have no end to the connection with the mountain ground. Although it is only a few tens of square meters, the purity of the condensed water is unprecedented. In Yuanshen When I heard Qin Yu's roar, it was clearer than ever - this water is very suitable for sword quenching!
If You Fang is also a sword, then the Earth Qi Spiritual Hub here is also very suitable for tempering spiritual consciousness. You Fang had planned to visit the Sword Pond in Suzhou, and of course he went there because of its reputation to cultivate the sword spirit, but today he arrived in Hong Yadanjing, he realized that he no longer had to deliberately travel far.
You Fang opened the painting folder and started painting under the cliff beside the Dan Well. Wu Yuchong sat quietly aside, his expression was very peaceful and gentle, like a painting.
Many passing tourists were attracted by this man and woman. They came to take a look behind them, but they showed puzzled expressions. They thought the young man was sketching, but the pictures drawn on the paper were completely different from the scenery they saw in front of them. .You Fang painted a scene of waterfalls on the Hongya cliff, with water pouring out like jade. The picture is silent, but it gives people a feeling of flying music.
Today he finally started to paint water, describing the eighth spring and waterfall in the world that Ouyang Xiu praised as the eighth spring in the world that did not exist in front of him. Qin Yu's clear whistle in the soul also gradually resembled the sound of running water hitting rocks, truly like a woman She was singing, and she didn't know what kind of song she was singing, but the tune seemed to echo in the mountains and rivers, gracefully and without trace.
Since You Fang left Guangzhou, Qin Yu has not left his body day and night. At this moment, he started to write and nodded slightly, as if he was saying hello to someone. This painting was painted very quickly, and the writing was light but the lifting was as light as heavy. After finishing the painting, You Fang He put away the picture folder and stood up, sighing slightly.
Wu Yuchong asked from the side: "Brother You Fang, why are you sighing? Are you unhappy?"
You Fang smiled, a hearty smile in the sunshine: "I'm not unhappy. I've been feeling a bit uneasy these past few days, or a little worried. Just when I started writing, I suddenly felt that the world was so cheerful, so cheerful that I wanted to sigh. ah."
Wu Yuchong covered his mouth and said with a smile: "It turns out that brother You Fang sighed comfortably."
You Fang put the picture folder on his shoulder, picked up Wu Yuchong's piano case, and turned around and asked, "Where should we go next?"
Wu Yuchong: "If you want to listen to the pipa, we will follow the sound of the mountains and rivers."
Many place names here are related to music. The two visited Leshen Palace and walked through Xianle Creek, Tale Creek, and Baile Creek. Wu Yuchong gently held You Fang's right arm along the way, while Qin Yu was hanging on the The left side of his waist. Having good kung fu is a real enjoyment of life. You can climb mountains and ridges, cross streams and ravines without getting out of breath, so your interest is even stronger. Otherwise, Li Bai, the great poet at that time, might not have been able to write "Everyone is happy and happy" There are famous sayings like "Strong thoughts fly".
Along the way, the sound of running water, the sound of wind, and the echoes of mountains and cliffs echoed together, which was like the music of nature, like the heaven and earth spiritual pivot plucking strings with bare hands. After passing Yudi Lake, we came to a deserted forest beside Yuqin Lake. The weather in early December was a little cold in the Jiangnan area, but there were still many evergreens in the mountains, interspersed with light reds and withered yellows.
The grass nearby is like a soft blanket, with a deep yellow color. The grass leaves have withered in early winter, but the rustling sound feels very comfortable when you step on it. There are two round stones in the grass slope, like two natural stone piers. , the two of them could sit face to face, looking at Yuqin Lake in the middle of the mountain. Wu Yuchong took the pipa and plucked the strings.
The gentle plucking of Su's fingers and the gurgling sound are just like the natural music carried along this journey, but I don't know the name of this music. In this situation, no matter how much anger, how much hesitation is in my heart, it will be washed away and pure for a while.
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You Fang wanted to sigh again, and chanted: "The emerald plays with the orchid, and the appearance is more vivid. The green radish is knotted in the high forest, and the green grass covers the mountain. There is a silent man in the middle, quietly whistling and stroking the clear strings. Letting go to the sky, chewing
The pistils hold the flying spring. The red pines come to the upper reaches, and the Hong Kong rides on the purple smoke. The left hand holds the sleeve of the floating hill, and the right hand pats the shoulder of the Hongya..."
He is not good at narrating poems, but this poem is a poem about traveling to immortals written by Guo Pu, the originator of Feng Shui in ancient times. He heard it when he was a child. When he arrived at Meiling today, he suddenly remembered that this place was exactly what was described in the poem by the originator of Feng Shui. He naturally felt it and chanted it.
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As soon as You Fang opened his mouth, Wu Yuchong's tune changed, and the four strings were intertwined and picked between his fingers, creating a melodious rhythm, as if he was accompanying You Fang. You Fang smiled and said: "Yu Chong, you play you
Pipa, don’t try to accommodate me so deliberately.”
Wu Yuchong: "No, if my music doesn't change as soon as you open your mouth, you will interrupt me."
You Fang nodded: "Okay, I will continue to listen to the piano without disturbing myself."
Wu Yuchong continued to play the pipa, and the sound of the strings reflected the scenery of the lakes and mountains. Not only did it stir up You Fang's mind, but she herself seemed to be dyed by the scenery of Meiling, and was distracted for a moment as if she had forgotten her emotions. You Fang looked at her quietly, and she looked into the distance.
I am lost in thought while looking at Yuqin Lake.
At this time, no one wanted to be disturbed by anyone. You Fang's cell phone vibrated silently in his trouser pocket, hung up for a short time, then vibrated again, and then stopped for a short time, and he just
As if he didn't feel anything, he was still immersed in the sound of her piano. But at this moment, a woman's voice came from the forest not far away: "Rogue--help!"
This voice was high-pitched and very harsh, and the sound of the piano was immediately interrupted. You Fang shouted: "Who is it!"
The sound of drinking was as low as rolling thunder, which made people feel a buzzing in their minds and inexplicable fear. Before he finished speaking, he had already floated across the grass slope to the edge of the forest. He was more than a few feet away from the edge of the forest.
Under an ancient oak tree with towering branches in the distance, a thick layer of dry fallen leaves was spread out. A woman was lying on the ground. She looked to be in her twenties.
Her cashmere windbreaker was torn off and thrown to the ground. The collar of her close-fitting fleece was also violently torn open, and the thread was torn all the way to her arms, revealing her round shoulders and a large white breast, as well as the bra straps on her shoulders.
It's also broken.
Seeing no one else nearby, You Fang walked over slowly and asked, "Miss, what happened?"
"Yes, there was a gangster who molested me. Fortunately, you came and scared him away!" The woman looked towards the other side of the woods in shock, her voice still trembling and crying.
You Fang glanced forward and saw that there was a ridge of soil not far away. He extended his consciousness and found that outside the ridge was a deep ditch washed out by heavy rain. If the gangster was running fast, it would be difficult to see it.
"Are you okay? Why are you here alone?" He had already approached as he spoke.
"I came to visit Yuqin Lake. I saw wild fruits on the mountain... I didn't expect..." The woman still looked frightened. She half-supported her upper body with one arm on the ground and stretched forward the palm of her other hand.
You Fang said: "I was pushed down. My legs hurt. Can you give me a hand?"
There were seven or eight reddish-brown wild berries scattered around her. When she stood up, the torn fleece slipped down again, revealing a plump right breast. The crimson areola was warm and exposed to the air.
There seems to be slight shrinkage.
You Fang leaned over to help him, but the woman stretched out her hand to push him, grabbed his upper arm and stood up with difficulty. It seemed that his knee was indeed sprained. At this time, someone behind You Fang asked: "What's going on, where is the bad guy?
"Wu Yuchong has already approached the woods, her movements are also very fast, and she is holding the pipa in her arms.
"The bad guy ran away without looking, Yu Chong, come here and hold her up, and I'll help you get the pipa." The woman's current appearance is indeed unsightly. You Fang took Wu Yuchong's pipa, picked up the coat on the ground and let him
The woman put it on and said suddenly: "Yu Chong, stand still. If you can't stand still, sit down!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yuchong helped the woman and sat down under the root of the tree. The reason was because his legs were weak!
I saw You Fang holding the pipa and plucked the thickest string with his hands, and the sound of a loud bell was so thick and thick that it was caught off guard and made people almost unsteady. Wu Yuchong could still stand, but he could hear You Fang
Then she took the opportunity to sit down, just in time to steady the weak woman next to her.
You Fang doesn't know how to play the pipa. The way he holds the lute is like holding a guitar. Then he plucks the second string, which makes a sound of gold and iron, which is much sharper than before. Hear the sound of the lute.
I just felt like stars were flashing in front of my eyes. I suddenly couldn't see anything, and my whole body felt weak.
Before the second string was finished, he plucked the third string. The third string was very harsh and sounded like a gunshot. The sound was small but very penetrating. When I heard the sound, I felt a buzzing echo in my head. I was confused and unable to control my body, as if I was in a coma.
Then You Fang's fingers paused, then fell lightly as if they were pressing against a mountain, and plucked the fourth thinnest string on the pipa. The strings vibrated but made no sound! But if someone were next to you, you would feel
My mind went blank, and I didn't know anything for a moment.
After finishing finger-picking the four strings, Wu Yuchong opened his eyes, with a look of confusion in his eyes. You Fang pulled her up, gently held her waist with his hand, looked at the woman on the ground and said, "It's okay.
,you can go now."
The woman's expression was already that of an idiot. At this moment, she suddenly came back to her senses as if she had been awakened. She put on her clothes and struggled to stand up from the ground and said, "What happened just now? What was the sound?"
"I'm afraid there are bad people nearby, so drive them away first. Get dressed quickly and go by yourself." You Fang looked at her with a complicated expression, and there seemed to be pity in his eyes, but his expression was a little cold.
"I, I, I'm afraid..." The woman looked around, still in shock, and seemed to want You Fang and Wu Yuchong to send her down the mountain.
"After walking out of the bushes and walking down the grassy slope, you will reach the lake. You have a wide view. There are tourists nearby. You are safe. If you go out to play alone, don't run into the mountains and fields. Call the police yourself. We have other things to do, so we won't send them away.
You, please be careful when walking."
"Brother You Fang, how could you do this? She was bullied by bad people and her foot was sprained." Wu Yuchong muttered quietly beside him.
"The bad guy has run away, but she can still walk. How about you let me carry her back?" You Fang turned around and whispered to Wu Yuchong.
Wu Yuchong glanced at him, turned to the woman and said: "Sister, you are fine now. If you can walk, go down the mountain as soon as possible. You will be fine if you go to the lakeside tourist route. Be careful when you go out to play in the future, but not every time
You can meet good people like my brother, but there are quite a few bad people."