Chapter 715 (1/2)

Xu Yangyi walked slowly on the bamboo covered ground of Qingcheng Mountain.

Autumn ground, stepped on a ”Zizi” sound, touch with a soft. Green yellow bamboo leaves mixed with pine needles, as if to the whole mountain on the carpet.

Although he went to see friar Yuan Ying, he was not nervous at all. After all, he is his only blood relative.

”Does Qingcheng Mountain know where you are?” They walked silently along the way, looking at the ancient trees like dragons and listening to the birds' chirping, but they were speechless all the way. Finally, Xu Yangyi could not help but open his mouth.

”I don't know.” Xuanchengzi's hands were in the Taoist robe. Although he was a young monk now, he walked with a kind of senility and a little burden on his back. Originally, his middle-aged face had a look of vicissitudes: ”Qingcheng Mountain only knew that there was Yuanying, but he didn't know that he was an old man.”

A bird flew through the woods and landed on his shoulder. The mottled sunlight cast down from the vigorous ancient trees, shining out a piece of peaceful light and shadow. The two continued to be speechless. After hundreds of years, their ancestors and descendants met. No one knew what to say.

It's true that they are related by blood, but after a long time, they are like passers-by.

Step on the soft and solid ground, along the mountain path, they have been walking towards the hinterland of Qingcheng Mountain. After walking for about two hours, there are almost all the mountain walls in front of us. However, in the two mountain walls, there is a winding path, which is less than one meter wide.

At the same time, xuanchengzi lost his divine light in his eyes and was paralyzed to the ground. Xu Yangyi was silent for a moment and walked slowly towards the path.

Ancient pine climbing, tired birds hanging empty, the scenery on both sides is very charming. It seems that no one has ever stepped in here, and there is almost no way out. However, there was a faint sound of guzheng and silk.

After another ten minutes, he walked around a bamboo forest, and the scenery was bright.

An old but clean Taoist temple stands in the bamboo forest. Behind the Taoist temple is a green mountain. A spring flows down the mountain, forming a 20-30-meter pool on the ground. You can see the bottom clearly. Lotus leaves flutter on it one after another, and even a small water wheel two or three meters high turns.

A koi wandering in the pool, like clouds under the blue sky. In front of the Taoist temple, under the bamboo grove, an old Taoist is pressing his hands on the guzheng to tune leisurely.

On both sides, there are four little Taoists with Yu, flute, Pipa and Guqin in their hands. They are about seventeen or eighteen years old and have beautiful eyes.

”When...” just as Xu Yangyi stepped in, a gentle guzheng sound sounded, and an old voice slowly sang: ”rolling Yangtze River East Water...”

With the beginning of his voice, the four Taoist priests around him suddenly accompanied him with cadence. They were very well organized. Five kinds of musical instruments interweaved into a magnificent sound wave, The bamboo leaves in the forest were rattling.

Old fingers pluck strings, some turbid eyes with endless distance, light wind blowing, hair flying: ”waves washed out heroes.”

Xu Yangyi's eyes became cautious.

In two words, there is no fluctuation of the aura of heaven and earth. However, around him, you can clearly see that all the bamboo forests are shaken, and the withered and yellow bamboo leaves are falling.

But his footstep, unexpectedly by these fallen leaves dead to block in the periphery!

”Right and wrong, success or failure, turn head empty, Castle Peak is still in...” slender fingers dance rhythmically, Hu Jia, flute, blowing out a sense of stirring: ”a few sunset red.”

With the play of this song, the surrounding area of tens of meters, all the sound disappeared, a forest bird fluttered out, fluttering. Beyond that, however, everything was quiet.

Under the boundless bamboo leaves, through the gap between the leaves, Xu Yangyi narrowed his eyes slightly in the intermittent field of vision that can be heard by the needle falling.

Test?

severity shown by an official on assuming office?

Without words, looking straight at and drooping eyes, leisurely and dignified, one young and one old, he not only has no fear in his heart, but has a fierce sense of war.

In the tranquility, Xu Yangyi's eyes swept the bamboo leaves all over the sky. When they fell, they formed a complex array, and... Every second is completely different. We must find out the only way to pass.

Opportunity, only a moment.

”White haired fisherman and woodcutter, on Jiangzhu. I'm used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. ” As if the old man didn't see him, he played the zither meticulously. At the moment, there are two or three sentences left, and the song of linjiangxian will be over. If he doesn't go in before the last word falls, even if the other side releases the ban, he will be deeply humiliated.

Suddenly, the old man's voice became loud: ”a pot of turbid wine, happy to meet.”

”Many things, ancient and modern, are negative...”Right now!

Between the lightning and flint, Xu Yangyi moved, his body turned into a blue light, and went straight to the bamboo leaves and the group.

The green light blinked, and a bamboo leaf rustled behind. For a moment, there was a narrow passage between all the bamboo leaves.

”Laughing.”