In the middle of three sentences, after confirming that today's elegant game was not 'chess' but 'fun', the group did not delay, and got up from the table and left.

When several ladies cooperated to clean up the dining table and kitchen, a group of people waited to gather in Xiao Qingchen's music workshop, and then brought a bunch of guqin, guzheng, Gu Xiao, horizontal flute, vertical flute, Xun, pipa...... Mighty slaughter out of the floating cloud tower.

When the group walked to a pavilion hidden in the pine forest and strange stones halfway up the mountainside, Xiao Qingchen, who led the way, finally stopped, pointed to the two square stone tables in the center of the pavilion in the shape of twin stars, and said with a smile:

"Lao Jin, you see that we are playing the piano and blow the flute here, how about it?"

Zhang Jin looked around, like a real ancient scribe, nodded and praised the text:

"There is a clear spring stream on the left, a pine ape cry on the right, a sea of clouds in front, and a dangerous rock and strange stone in the back, this is really an excellent place to 'burn incense and play the piano'!"

As he spoke, Zhang Jin pointed to the plaque at the pavilion and said:

"'Listen to the sound of the waves', this name is good! The pine waves are like the waves, as if dubbing the surging sea of clouds. Playing the piano with Songtao, it must be very feeling. I have to say, Lao Chen, you are too good at enjoying it, here it is. ”

Saying that, there is no need for the host to lead the way, and the noisy one is the first to enter the pavilion.

The wooden beams and stone tiles, the simple and elegant 'listening to the waves and the qin' pavilion is not small, but when everyone poured in, it was still crowded.

Xiao Qingchen's five wives, He Qingqian, Beigong sisters and brothers, and Liu Xianxian, surrounded the stone case in the center of the hall. Sit in groups. The five Mrs. Xiao, who were familiar with this place and Xiao Qingchen's habits, were busy performing their duties as soon as everyone sat down. Set the atmosphere for the two to play the piano and have fun.

Before, Zhang Jin already knew that the entire Yellow Mountain was Xiao Qingchen's territory, so even if Old Man Kong went to the top of the light, he had to climb it on foot to show respect. And this unknown mountain on the map belongs to Xiao Qingchen's private territory, just like the front and back yards of ordinary people's homes.

Even, on top of the red dust building. Without Xiao Qingchen's consent, even the 'old man' and 'old man' of several major families are not allowed to come up! And the servants of the Riguan Pavilion are in addition to the 'Riguan Pavilion'. And outside the road from the Riguan Pavilion to the Hongchen Building, it is not allowed to walk around.

Therefore, this 'listening to the sound of the waves' pavilion is naturally Xiao Qingchen's private property. Therefore, the cabinet in the hall is unlocked. There are many objects.

From the vacuum bag of the cabinet, take out the red clay stove, the black stone tea kettle, the bluestone tea cup, the ancient rosin fragrant carbon, and the Huangshan Monkey Kui from the vacuum bag of the cabinet to cook tea and entertain guests;

Huo Siyu took out a three-legged cooked copper incense burner and dragon birthday spices, and lit a fire to burn incense;

Luo Xuefei took out a copper basin and water urn, took water from the mountain spring next to the pavilion, and wiped the tables and chairs......

When the few Mrs. Xiao sat down after a few minutes of busyness, the entire pavilion was already filled with the atmosphere of antiquity that can only be seen in paintings.

The mountains are covered with lush forests and strange stones. Above the clouds, there are ancient clumsy wooden pavilions and clear springs. In the hall, the pleasant smoke on the incense burner is swirling and climbing, the tea stove is steaming clouds, and the table is placed with antique qin, zheng, flute, and serpent......

If everyone in the hall has changed into a broadband, it will be like a "Famous Autumn Tour". This scene can be matched with Wang Xizhi, Xie An, Wang Ningzhi, Wang Caozhi, Wang Xianzhi, Sun Qi and others' "Lanting Banquet", if the tea kettle on the red clay stove is replaced with a wine kettle, then it can also be matched with Ouyang Xiu's "Drunken Weng Pavilion".

Influenced by the environment and atmosphere, not to mention the three sons of the family who are well-cultivated, even Zhang Jin, a vulgar person, has a feeling of passing through a thousand years, and can't help but change to the direction of 'being a master of the dust', and get out of the dust.

A group of 'high-ranking scholars', or people pretending to be 'high-ranking scholars', chatted in the pavilion for a while. It wasn't until the three cups of tea fell into the stomach and the aroma of the incense burner overflowed the entire pavilion that Xiao Qingchen reached out and took the nine-hole flute on the table, held it in his hand, and said with a smile:

"Now the interest is just right, and let me throw bricks and lead the way, and play a song to entertain the guests."

Xiao Qingchen, who was dressed in a fairy style, said, and after smiling slightly at Zhang Jin, he put the flute to his lips, and the flute sound sounded.

Xiao Qingchen is worthy of being the Grandmaster of Ledao, and his flute skills are almost not inferior to Zhang Jin. As soon as the sound of his flute entered his ears, the people around him suddenly felt that a quiet picture scroll was unfolding in front of them, and this painting was getting closer and closer to himself, and became clearer and clearer, until he stepped into the picture scroll and became a part of the scenery of the picture scroll.

Painting

The mountain spring is murmuring, just like this eye on the edge of the pavilion, gushing with clear and clear spring water, although not majestic but endless. The lovely and pure clarity makes people dare not approach, dare not raise their voices, for fear that the dust will pollute the purity, and for fear that their own voice will disturb the Qingyue of the spring water.

The gushing spring water forms a small pool that is only a few inches deep, and then, when it is full, it turns into a clear stream and flows down the mountain.

When it leaps from the spring to the stone and falls from the spring, it is like a rhino spoon striking gold; When it flows merrily through the pebble stream bed, it is like a series of silver bells disturbed by the wind, crisp and pleasant; As it goes faster and faster, the sound of the song becomes more and more urgent; When it was already running fast, because of the sudden turn, and hit the rock wall, boulder, a sound like a chime strike, occasionally revealing a naughty rhythm!

The sound is so beautiful, so beautiful that people are intoxicated and can't extricate themselves. The sound of the flute is so pure, it makes people feel as if the clear spring is flowing in their hearts and bodies, washing their souls and bodies, washing away their filth and filth!

The good song "Clear Stream on the Stone" is very different from the ancient song of the same name that has been circulated in the world, and the title of the song is more appropriate, and the tune is more beautiful. Obviously, this piece is modified by Xiao Qingchen himself, or composed by himself.

With the continuous continuation of the flute sound, the listeners are more and more addicted, and even Xiao Qingchen, who is leading the flute, is gradually immersed in this ethereal, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and his face is intoxicated!

Finally, Zhang Jin's joy of meeting a bosom friend made him unable to control himself, and he couldn't help but take the guqin on the table, lay it on his lap, echo Xiao Qingchen's flute sound, and played it gently!

For the first time in history, the 'Qin Xiao and Ming', which is the collaboration of two supreme grandmaster-level qin and flute masters, has appeared in the mortal world for the first time!

Suddenly, the world of Qingquan, which seemed to be real, became more and more real, and the people who had already indulged in the clear spring sank more and more.

If there is still someone at the scene who is sober, if this person carefully compares the qin sound and the flute sound, he will find that in fact, Zhang Jin's qin sound is completely different from Xiao Qingchen's flute sound rhythm and rhyme. However, it is these two completely different piano sounds and flute music that work together seamlessly.

What Xiao Qingchen brought to everyone was a clear spring, a shallow pool, a small stream, a pebble stream bed, and a boulder streambank.

He led everyone to see the bubbles that burst in the water when the clear spring gushed, saw the blue sky and white clouds reflected in the clear pool, saw the lush grass on the bank of the stream, saw the mottled moss on the semi-exposed rocks in the stream, saw the green pines growing strong in the cracks of the cliff and stone walls, saw the swimming fish and krill in the water, felt the coolness and coldness of the water, smelled the fragrance of the grass, and heard the insects in the grass......

If Xiao Qingchen led everyone to see a clear spring and a stream, then Zhang Jin helped Xiao Qingchen to take this as the center, flow along the clear spring stream, and perfect a vibrant world!

Xiao Qingchen's flute sound is the mainstay, Zhang Jin's piano sound is supplemented, and the perfect cooperation between the two top grandmasters shows a vivid miracle!

When the stream flows all the way to the gentle Qinghe River at the foot of the mountain, it turns from lively to silent. The sound of the piano and the sound of the flute finally stopped, and everyone in the pavilion was speechless for a while. It's as if you're still immersed in the world that the music creates.

It wasn't until a long time passed that Zhang Jin and Xiao Qingchen, the founders of the Qingquan World, were the first to wake up at the same time, and after looking at each other and smiling, they each raised the tea cup in front of them, and after a distant move, they raised their heads and sent the tea in the cup into their throats.

From waking up, to smiling, to toasting, to drinking tea, the movements are very compatible, and the rhythm ends tacitly, as if they have been old friends who have been together for decades.

For a while, the two parties couldn't help but feel the irreversible feeling of 'knowing each other', and their hearts were flooded with the feeling that 'in the vast life, they finally found a real 'confidant'".

No need to say more, no need to do more, just one look, I know what you're thinking! No need to think too much, no scruples, as long as you can cooperate tacitly!

When the rest of the people hadn't woken up from the beautiful illusion constructed by the music for a long time, Zhang Jin, who had drunk a cup of tea, pointed to the strings again after Xiao Qingchen made a 'please' gesture and played it loudly.

With the plucking of the strings under Zhang Jin's hand, a pleasant sound like a phoenix chirping echoed from low to high-pitched, and the melodious chirping was transmitted far away. The sound grew louder and louder, until it rang out to stop the clouds.

It even gives people the illusion that in this majestic and majestic sound, which makes people feel that no ornate rhetoric is enough to describe it, the sea of reckless clouds that spread on the mountainside under the eye is stirred up by this piano sound!

This is "A Hundred Birds and a Phoenix", Zhang Jin has played the most times, the most proficient, and the most familiar "A Hundred Birds and a Phoenix"!

Sometimes sharp and beautiful, sometimes low back to the euphemistic phoenix chirping, let everyone seem to see a huge bird, dressed in gorgeous and gorgeous feather clothes, dotted with ten colored stars, shining with a light that people dare not look at, wandering and flying in front of their eyes!

The colorful and gorgeous tail feathers turned into a dreamlike rainbow with the dancing of the birds. The light wind and white clouds that were torn apart by the wings turned into colorful flowers and fell one after another!

Beautiful, with an undesecrated majesty! There is a sacredness that cannot be defiled in the romance of dreams! (To be continued......)