Chapter 361

At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.

The houses are sparse and the streets are crisscrossed.

There are people working in the fields.

On the ridge of the field, a shepherd boy rides a bull and plays the flute.

There was an old man driving a bullock cart filled with still green crops and children, singing loudly.

The song said:

"Tomorrow comes tomorrow, and there are so many tomorrows. I live to wait for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will pass and autumn will come, and the old will come. Look at the water flowing eastward in the morning, and the sun setting in the west at night. How many tomorrows can there be in a hundred years? Please tell me. Listen to my song tomorrow..."

The children in the car also sang along.

Luo Qingzhou lifted the car curtain and looked at Qingcheng Mountain not far away.

The peaks are steep and towering into the clouds.

Half of the mountain is covered with dense trees and misty clouds, making it look like a fairyland.

On the top of the mountain, a Taoist temple is looming, but it cannot be seen clearly.

"Uncle, can you sing?"

Bai Ling suddenly asked.

Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze, turned around, lowered the curtains, looked at her and said, "No."

Bai Ling smiled and said, "How about I sing a song for us?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "I said no."

Bai Ling said with a strange look on his face: "Isn't my uncle proficient in poetry, lyrics, and songs? I'm so good at it. He even got the first place in the national examination. How could he not be able to sing?"

Luo Qingzhou said directly: "I just don't want to sing for you."

Bai Ling immediately pouted, turned around and said, "Miss, my uncle is bullying me."

Then he said: "Chanchan, my uncle is bullying me."

Miss Qin did not speak.

Xia Chan suddenly said with a cold face, "Sing."

Bai Ling immediately clapped his hands and said proudly: "Uncle, Chan Chan ordered you to sing!"

Luo Qingzhou glanced at Xia Chan, paused, and smiled: "Okay, let's listen to Chan Chan. What song does Chan Chan want to listen to?"

Xia Chan didn't know how to answer, so she looked at Bai Ling.

Bai Ling showed two shallow dimples on his face and smiled: "As long as it sounds good, it's fine."

Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment and said, "Then let's sing a song 'Farewell'."

Miss Qin glanced at him when she heard the name.

Luo Qingzhou cleared his throat and started singing: "Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky, the evening breeze blows the willow flute, the sunset is outside the mountain..."

Finished the song.

Bailing said with excitement on his face: "Uncle, it sounds good, it sounds good! Can you teach me how to sing? I want to sing too!"

Luo Qingzhou teased smoothly: "Call me brother."

Bai Ling: "???"

When Luo Qingzhou saw Miss Qin and Xia Chan looking over, he quickly said: "You're just kidding, come on, sing along with me..."

Bai Ling gave him a strange look.

"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road..."

A clear, clear voice like a lark soon sounded in the carriage.

Luo Qingzhou found that this girl was very talented in singing, and her singing was much better than his own. Both her voice and musicality were excellent.

When the carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain.

The clear and melodious song of Bai Ling was still ringing in the carriage: "The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of my close friends are scattered, a pot of turbidity is used to spread the remaining joy, don't sleep in the cold tonight..."

"Chanchan, does it sound good?"

"Um."

Xia Chan's eyes were also shining, and she obviously liked this song very much.

"My uncle is so awesome."

Bai Ling flattered her again, and then begged: "Uncle, please teach me how to sing in the future, okay?"

Luo Qingzhou promised: "Okay, I will teach you to sing and Chanchan to read from now on."

Miss Qin glanced at him but said nothing.

The curtains nearby were suddenly opened from the outside, and Nangong Xueyi's voice sounded outside: "Who was singing just now? What song was they singing? It sounded great!"

Luo Qingzhou quickly whispered: "Bailing, don't mention me."

Unexpectedly, Nangong Xueyi has very sharp ears. As soon as he finished speaking, he heard someone say from outside: "Master Luo, I heard it. You asked Bai Ling not to mention you. You wrote the song, right?"

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

Several people got up and got out of the car.

Nangong Xueyi said with a flattering face: "Bailing, can you sing the song you just sang to me again? You just sang it intermittently and I didn't hear it clearly."

Bai Ling couldn't refuse and looked at his uncle.

Luo Qingzhou turned away, ignored her, and walked towards Miss Qin.

"Good sister, please, please..."

Nangong Xueyi was like a child, hugging Bai Ling's arm and acting coquettishly.

Bai Ling had no choice but to say: "Okay."

"Let's go up the mountain."

Nangong Meijiao didn't know whether she gave up on this sister, or felt too embarrassed to care about her anymore, so she walked directly towards the steps up the mountain.

Zhu'er supported Miss Qin and followed behind.

Mei'er supported Song Ruyue and followed beside her.

Miss Qin and Xia Chan also followed.

Bai Ling followed behind, Nangong Xueyi wrapped around her.

After walking up the steps, Bai Lingfang sang crisply and melodiously, and the singing voice and tone soon made the entire mountain road quiet.

There were not many people climbing the mountain at this time, but there were also tourists in twos and threes walking together.

They were all talking to each other while climbing the mountain. When they heard this clear and beautiful singing, they immediately became quiet.

In the quiet and empty mountains and forests, the singing was melodious and sweet, with beautiful tunes, and everyone heard it as if it was the sound of nature.

Mother and daughter Qin Weimo and Song Ruyue were also fascinated by what they heard.

"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, acquaintances are half scattered... Life is rarely about reunions, but there are many separations..."

Bai Ling sang it several times and saw that everyone seemed to like it. He was very happy and proud and continued to sing hard.

Everyone had been struggling to climb the mountain, but now they were all listening to the songs, feeling relaxed and happy, and they had temporarily forgotten their fatigue.

At some point, a flute sound suddenly sounded from the forest on the right.

The sound of the flute was clear and melodious, and it actually seemed like an accompaniment. Playing along with the tune from Bai Ling's mouth, the two of them sang together, and they became more and more harmonious and more beautiful.

Bai Ling was so immersed in his own singing that he didn't even notice.

Everyone else looked towards the woods on the right, but saw no one, only the sound of the flute.

The sound of the flute gradually merged with the singing, and everyone didn't think much about it and continued to listen happily.

When he reached the halfway point of the mountain, Bai Ling finally couldn't hold on any longer and stopped, panting and saying: "I can't stand it anymore, I'm so tired..."

The others were also panting from exhaustion, their faces were red, and their temples were covered with sweat.

Second Miss Qin was already dripping with sweat, and her whole body was weak. Pearl took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on her forehead and said, "Miss, sit down and have a rest."

Everyone sat down on the steps next to them and rested.

Nangong Xueyi wiped her sweat and praised: "Bailing has a beautiful voice. He was born to sing. No wonder he is called Bailing."

When Bai Ling heard the compliment, he was very happy. He didn't even say anything modest and looked at his uncle proudly.

Nangong Meijiao looked at Lin Zhong on the right, with a look of caution on her face.

The sound of the flute also disappeared as the singing stopped, and the flute player never appeared from the beginning to the end.

When Bai Ling was talking to Nangong Xueyi, a bird suddenly flew out of the forest and landed on the steps next to her. It opened its two small round eyes and looked at her curiously, saying "chichiji" in its mouth. Chirping.

Bai Ling looked at it and said, "Bird, bird, do you also like to hear me sing?"

The bird tilted its head and still chirped "chirp".

Bai Ling was very happy, stretched out her hand, and tried to touch it. She thought it would be frightened and fly away immediately, but the bird still stood there, tilting its head and looking at her curiously.

Bai Ling's fingers gently touched Mo's head, and then he stroked Mo's soft feathers in surprise, and said happily: "Bird, aren't you afraid of me?"

The bird chirped "chichi", as if to say it was not afraid.

Bai Ling became happier and happier.

"Sister Bai Ling, I also want to attack Mo Mo Mo."

Zhuer saw this scene and immediately walked over happily.

Unexpectedly, before it got close, the bird suddenly fluttered its wings and flew away.

Zhuer suddenly froze on the spot, a little aggrieved: "I haven't even come close yet, why is it afraid of me and not Sister Bailing?"

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the forest on the right: "Is the gull just forgetting about the opportunity?"

When everyone heard this, they immediately turned their heads to look.

Nangong Meijiao stood up and placed her hand on Yue Yao.

Xia Chan also stood up and clenched the sword in her hand.

A middle-aged Taoist nun in Taoist robes, holding a whisk and a bamboo flute in her hand, walked out of the forest. She glanced at a few people with a calm expression, lowered her head slightly and said, "This female layist sang beautifully just now. But there was no accompaniment, so I played the flute on a whim. I didn’t mean to offend, but I hope you’ll forgive me.”

When everyone saw that she was wearing the Qingyun Temple Taoist robe and her extraordinary bearing, they all stood up to pay their respects.

Bai Ling asked curiously: "Taoist Priest, what is Oulu Wangji?"

The female Taoist priest smiled faintly, without explaining, and looked at the group of people.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and said, "Forgetting Ji is a Taoist term, which means forgetting calculations and deceit, being content and indifferent, and not fighting against the world. Oulu Wangji means that a person has no cunning and deception. With such a heart, even aliens are willing to get close to him.”

The female Taoist priest looked at him, paused, and asked, "Does the young master know the allusion to this word?"

Luo Qingzhou nodded and said directly: "A long time ago, there was a fisherman who was very fond of water birds. Every time he went to sea, he would play with the water birds. There were often hundreds of water birds flying over to play with him. One day, His father said to him: I heard Those water birds are willing to play with you. You can catch a few and bring them home for me to drink. The fisherman agreed. The next day, the fisherman went out to sea and wanted to catch a few for his father, but the water birds were just above his head. It's flying around, but it doesn't fall down."

After speaking, he added: "If a man forgets his machine, the birds will not doubt him; if he forgets his machine, the birds will stay away."

The female Taoist priest looked at him and nodded approvingly.

Bai Ling frowned, still puzzled and said, "Uncle, the bird flew away just before Pearl could get close, and Pearl didn't want to hurt it."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, then looked at Zhu'er, and asked: "Zhu'er, when you saw that bird just now, were you subconsciously thinking that at such a close distance, when your flying knife was released? , this stupid bird is dead, right?”

Pearl looked at him with wide eyes and wanted to shake her head in denial, but when she thought about it carefully, her first thought when she saw the bird falling on the ground seemed to be like this...

She even subconsciously wanted to hit Mo Liao and Mo Yue with the flying knife.

But how could my uncle know?

She stared blankly at the handsome young man in Confucian robes before her. Thinking of his peerless grace that day at Jin Chan Temple, she felt even more mysterious about him.

Luo Qingzhou added: "Human beings and nature are connected in their minds. The form can be deceived, but the gods cannot be deceived. If my god makes a slight move, the other god will know it. Therefore, the heart cannot generate evil, and the god will know if it does."

The female Taoist priest had a strange look in her eyes, holding a whisk in her arms, and bowed her head slightly: "May you be blessed with infinite blessings. What you said is very consistent with the sentiments of my Taoist school."

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