Qiu Shui is indeed a girl with outstanding abilities. She relies on her smart mind, extraordinary communication skills and unique background to get everything done in the shopping mall. Her cultural communication company quickly became famous in the capital.
Business was booming, and Han Feng was on vacation to accompany him. Qiu Shui felt extremely happy.
Happy women are always eager to share their happiness with the people they love most. On weekends, Qiu Shui excitedly took Han Feng to the Purple Jade Temple hidden deep in the mountains to enjoy the moon.
The reason why the Purple Jade Temple is famous all over the world is not only because of the ancient temple, but also because of the famous scenic spot here - the Purple Jade Crescent Moon. Every New Moon night, a line of the new moon is as bright as jade, and the sky is thin.
It's like a beautiful girl with beautiful curls, so at this time, there are countless mountain climbers flocking to it.
Han Feng likes the moonlight the most, "the moon melts in the pear blossom courtyard, the gentle wind blows in the catkins pond", "the sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk", it is a kind of breathtaking beauty. However, Han Feng this time
The purpose of his trip was not to admire the moon, but what he wanted to visit more was the world-famous "Qin Lu" of Ziyu Temple.
Temporarily far away from the days of gunfire and bullets, Han Feng felt extremely relaxed physically and mentally and had a rare moment of leisure.
Han Feng, bathing in the afterglow of the setting sun, is gentle and calm, like a wonderful work of art created by light and shadow. His bright eyes are like a deep pool, clear, pure and untainted, with a kind of transcendent indifference and tolerance that has seen all the vicissitudes of life.
Qiu Shui looked at Han Feng in the setting sun with fascination. She suddenly realized that Han Feng was as mysterious as a mystery. Sometimes he was as calm as water, sometimes as cold as ice, and sometimes as lonely as a wolf. However, in his heart
How is the world so desolate as smoke and warm as rain?
She really wants to know, and she must know, because she has firmly tied her life's happiness to this man, and will never leave him, life and death.
The purple jade flower garden is full of flowers, bamboos are growing, the spring is quiet, the shadows of the trees are whirling, the birds are chirping, and the fragrance of the flowers is astonishing. Although it is not yet the time to admire the moon, the place is already crowded with tourists, old and young, but above the main hall
But the smoke was lingering, the sound of people was silent, many believers were prostrate to worship, pious and solemn, the statues of Sanqing were sanctimonious and lifelike, looking at all the living beings under their feet with supreme wisdom and compassion.
Han Feng and Qiu Shui paid homage to Sanqing and walked through several major halls to the backyard of Ziyu Temple.
The Qin Hut is hidden in the shade of green trees, with the fragrance lingering and the sound of the piano soaring. Outside the house, there are scattered sandalwood shadows and sparse flowers and leaves. It is indeed a rare place for self-cultivation.
Ten steps outside the qin hut, one can stand and listen to the qin. There are two handsome Taoist boys guarding the bamboo fence and the osmanthus gate. No casual tourists are allowed to cross the thunder pond.
In fact, there are only a few people who listen to the piano. Although there are a large number of tourists, everyone just admires the reputation of "Qin Lu" and comes here to see the excitement. Those who truly understand the theory and fun of the piano are very rare. Many people come here to take advantage of the excitement.
After listening to it for a while, I felt that it was not interesting, so I left in a daze.
In this noisy and glitzy era, Qin Dao, which is regarded as the quintessence of the Chinese nation, is in danger. This just illustrates a strange phenomenon at present: not all the dross is buried, and not all the essence is popular.
The sound of the piano was gentle, and Han Feng stopped to listen, but it was Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs: Mountain Ghost":
"If a man comes to the mountains, he is surrounded by flowers and he is carrying a girl's rose; he is both looking at and smiling, and his son admires him because he is good and graceful; he rides on a red leopard and follows a raccoon dog, and rides on a Xinyi chariot and carries a cinnamon flag; he is covered by a stone orchid.
Take Du Heng with you, and leave the fragrance behind and leave behind your thoughts."
"The rest of the place is dark and dark, but the sky is nowhere to be seen, and the road is dangerous and difficult, so I have to come back alone; I look independent on the mountain, and the clouds are beautiful below; the sky is dim, and the east wind carries the rain of gods; I leave my soul to practice, and I forget to return home.
When the age comes, which one is more beautiful?"
"Three beauties are gathered in the mountains, and the rocks are covered with vines and vines; I resent the young master and forget to return home; you miss me and have no time to rest; the people in the mountains are fragrant and beautiful, and I drink from the stone springs shaded by pines and cypresses; you miss me and are suspicious; thunder fills the air.
The rain is filling the sky, the apes are chirping at night, the wind is rustling and the trees are rustling, I miss my son and I am worried about leaving."
The sound of the piano was clear and clear, and hundreds of colorful butterflies flew up outside the house, some as big as maple leaves, some as small as copper coins, dancing gracefully, filling the courtyard with fragrance. Suddenly, countless colorful butterflies with hooked legs and whiskers, connected end to end, actually formed knots on the flower trees.
They form "butterfly rings" one after another, erratic, strange, and stunningly beautiful.
The shadows of butterflies fluttered and the colors were colorful. Qiu Shui was stunned by the wonderful scene in front of him.
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
When the door opened, a middle-aged Taoist with a slender appearance slowly came out. He was dressed in green and had a slim figure, elegant and indifferent but as calm as a mountain.
Seeing Han Feng and Qiu Shui, the Taoist laughed loudly: "We have a distinguished guest coming, why don't you come to the house to talk about it?"
Qiu Shui was stunned. How could a middle-aged Taoist know what was going on outside?
Seeing the astonishment in Qiu Shui's eyes, Han Feng smiled. This is the way of qin. A real master can sense the surrounding environment from the changes in the sound of the qin. Qiu Shui only has a brief knowledge of qin theory, so naturally he cannot understand the mystery.
Under the guidance of the Taoist boy, the two walked through Guifei. The middle-aged Taoist enthusiastically welcomed them into Qinlu. After introducing each other, Han Feng and Qiu Shui realized that the Taoist in front of them was actually Guyun, nicknamed "Gu Yun", the director of the China Taoist Music Association.
"Qin Taoist" is currently the host of Ziyu Temple.
When Guyun heard that Han Feng was a soldier, he couldn't help but look surprised. He didn't expect that the bookish young man in front of him was actually a captain of the Chinese army. It seems that today's Chinese People's Liberation Army is no longer the brave warrior of the past.
, and more of them are elegant people with unique skills.
Taoist Qin burst out laughing: "You two are here, our temple is really shining. Please take a seat and watch tea!"
After the guests and hosts were seated, a Taoist boy served tea. It was emerald green in color, fragrant like an orchid, and had a rich, mellow and refreshing taste. The leaves were tender green at the bottom and evenly formed into flowers. The buds were upright and lifelike. When it entered the lips, it refreshed the heart and spleen and left a fragrance between the teeth.
, endless aftertaste.
Han Feng couldn't help but praise: "What a good tea!"
Taoist Qin laughed: "Captain Han is really knowledgeable. This is the 'Yunwu' tea produced by this temple. It has a history of hundreds of years, so it should be reasonable."
Qiu Shui smiled and said: "Taoist Priest is so polite. I have long heard about the reputation of Guiguan's 'Purple Jade Cloud'. I have been longing for it for a long time, but unfortunately I have never had the chance. I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to taste it today. I am really overjoyed!"
The Taoist Qin couldn't stop laughing when he heard this.
Taoist Qin and Han Feng hit it off immediately. They competed with each other on their piano skills and talked about their joyful relationship. They really regretted meeting each other so late.
Han Feng played the qin as clearly as the sound of a phoenix, and the qin Taoist could not help but feel moved.
The sound of the piano is as bright as the moon, as moist as jade, as fragrant as snow, as soulful as plum blossoms, making people suddenly forget the passage of time and the existence of space.
After the song ended, the sound lingered in the house, and the Taoist Qin man put his hands on his hands and laughed: "Since ancient times, heroes have been born young, and the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. It is true! Captain Han's piano skills are amazing, and I admire him!"
The stars are shining brightly outside the house, and I think the crescent moon should be as bright as an eyebrow at this moment.
Just as Han Feng was about to answer, suddenly an electric current passed through his body, and the extreme discomfort came unexpectedly again. Without thinking, he shouted: "Danger!" He threw Qiu Shui next to him to the ground, and then hugged him.
He caught her and rolled several times to hide in the blind spot of the shooting. Behind her, a hail of blazing bullets followed her, causing sawdust to fly on the floor.
Qin Taoist was very skilled and had already reacted when Han Feng issued a warning. Unfortunately, he was still a little slow and was hit in the chest by a sniper bullet, causing him to fall on his back.
The two little Taoist boys didn't even have a chance to dodge, and their heads were smashed by the explosive bullets, causing blood mist to splash.