Spring banquet, sing a song with a glass of green wine, and pay homage to Chen Sanyuan again...
Leaning on the mahogany lounge chair purchased by Yuwen Liuli, wrapped in an animal blanket, Li Xiuyuan watched the long night, listening to the rain dripping from the eaves, and lazily opened his eyes.
What he was mumbling were ancient poems and essays that he picked up from his husband's bookshelf. Although he didn't know where these poems came from, and his husband never told him the source.
But now that he was suffering from spring sleepiness, he happened to use this poetic expression to express his feelings.
The first priority when entering the garden yesterday was to use a small knife to activate the runes on the garden wall.
For this reason, he did not hesitate to work until late at night.
It wasn't until a faint golden light rose around the small courtyard that he returned to the lounge chair in front of the flower hall and fell down, sleeping all night with the sound of ticking on his pillow.
He never expected that he was used to sleeping on a bamboo deck chair in the wild. On his first night back in Loulan City, he would also sit in the deck chair and watch the whole night.
With this formation, no one can disturb his dream of Spring and Autumn, let alone peek into his wine-making business.
I was too lazy to wash up, brewed a pot of tea and laughed while looking at the gradually subsided spring rain.
Finally, the weather was as he wished, and the spring rain in Loulan only had to stop for two days before he could calmly pick flowers from the apricot trees and start brewing Loulan City's apricot flower wine.
It's going to rain, and if you want to kill people outside the door, you have to wait until I finish brewing this spiritual wine. I can't let the apricot flower wine I brew be tainted with the murderous aura from the Holy Land of Heavenly Dragon.
I needed firewood, rice, oil and salt, and the steward of the city lord's palace sent them to the apricot garden at dusk yesterday.
Right now, he can stay at home for dozens of days, and no one knows that the owner of Xingyuan has quietly returned to Loulan City.
After drinking two cups of tea, he got into the kitchen and discovered that Situ Tianxing had already prepared to come back to make wine, and actually built a shed outside the kitchen with two stoves inside.
Twenty large water tanks were piled together. I touched them with my hands. It was obvious that they had been cleaned not long ago.
Good guy, is this guy just waiting for me to come back?
Looking at the sky where the clouds were gradually beginning to appear, Li Xiuyuan thought to himself.
You can make spiritual tea with cold plums on Meishan Mountain, and then you can naturally pick apricot blossoms in spring when you return to Loulan City.
The apricot blossoms in the apricot garden were in full bloom, and he came back at the right time. Even if he stayed in Snow White City for two more days, it would be difficult to pick the apricot blossoms he wanted.
He did not expect that Sima Jingyun actually made a decision, determined to follow his own advice, withdraw from Tianyun Holy Land, and return to Baixue City to accompany his parents.
In his opinion, there are probably not many monks in the Four Holy Lands who can give up their identity as disciples of the Holy Lands.
Previously, he tricked Ouyang Xia Yun into leaving the Snowfield Holy Land and becoming a disciple of the Meishan Female Saint.
In front of him, Sima Jingyun finally made up his mind to stay away from Tianyun Holy Land.
Yun Tianhong will definitely accept Ouyang Xiayun as her disciple, and her master Nalan Ruoyu will definitely not mind letting her junior sister leave Tianyun Mountain.
After all, he didn't have a good impression of Tianyun Mountain.
After walking around the rooms, Li Xiuyuan cooked himself a pot of white porridge, then returned to the flower hall and took out his iron piano.
He moved the piano stand from the flower hall and placed it under the eaves, with the iron piano placed on it.
Then he calmed down and tried to play the elusive note, trying to touch the divine song from ancient times.
When his fingers touched the strings lightly, an obscure sound flowed from the strings, and then spread throughout the garden.
The divine song from ancient times was not something that existed in the human world. No matter how Li Xiuyuan controlled his strength, he eventually made an unpleasant sound and drifted away.
If Yuwen Buji and Tantai Mingyue heard the sound of the piano, several girls would probably cover their ears, just like Yun Ziyi on Meishan Mountain.
Li Xiuyuan didn't know what kind of technique the senior who gave him the divine music used to perform this extraordinary divine music.
But today he was unwilling to give in. When he played this divine song again, he was not too worried about being heard by Duanmu Qingyun who was guarding outside the apricot garden.
Because even if he is in the teahouse, he will play the most unpleasant music in the world.
Because of the magic circle he had set up around the courtyard wall, passers-by outside could not hear the sound of the piano in the apricot blossom.
Sure enough, the harsh and harsh sound emitted by the iron piano cannot be combined with the strong spring feeling and the faint fragrance of flowers in the garden to create a cheerful spring breeze.
Helplessly but resolutely, he floated around the small courtyard, but was firmly imprisoned in the apricot garden by an invisible magic circle on the stone wall.
At this moment, the apricot garden is like a cage that water cannot enter.
The sound of the piano and the magic circle met in the air. There was no shocking explosion like thunder from the sky and fire from the earth. They were just like two silent people, looking at each other coldly, and then gradually became quiet.
To Li Xiuyuan, this ancient divine song was no different from a heavenly book.
He felt that there was a gap between himself and the requiem imprinted in the divine sea, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not play that pleasant note.
After practicing quietly in Meishan for a winter, his cultivation did not improve significantly. In the wooden house, he once shamelessly plucked the strings.
But no matter how anxious he was to get angry, there was still a big mountain and a long distance between him and the Divine Comedy.
Spending time with the two saints finally calmed down his restless heart.
Finally, I can quietly comprehend those divine songs that are like a book from heaven.
Sitting quietly in the apricot garden, he even tried to slow down Ouyang Xuan's "Wang Chunfeng" that he had given him on the high platform of Tianyun Mountain by half a beat, or play it faster by half a beat.
Even though I am unable to integrate this divine music into the bright spring in front of me, the solemn notes in the divine sea are becoming clearer and clearer.
After three turns of playing the piano, Li Xiuyuan held back his hands playing the piano without hesitation.
Learning the piano is like practicing cultivation. It takes more than a day to freeze three feet. He has plenty of time and is not in a hurry.
Sitting quietly under the eaves, he resisted the temptation of the Divine Comedy, took out a piece of black cloth to cover the strings, picked up the bamboo basket on the ground, and walked into the garden.
The drizzle has stopped, the spring sun is shining, and he is going to pick flowers.
Different from Luoxia Mountain, he decided to reduce the number of apricot blossoms for the spiritual wine brewed this spring, like cold plums welcoming the snow, revealing only a faint cold fragrance.
The peach blossoms are too greasy, and the apricot blossom wine brewed in the past is too strong.
Just like the Bamboo Leaf Spirit Wine he brewed on Tianyun Mountain, it had a strong aroma of bamboo when opened. In his opinion, although it tasted good, it lost a lot of artistic conception.
What is the artistic conception? The artistic conception is that if there is something, if there is nothing, I want to say it but don't say it... I want to get on the orchid boat but find that my beloved is not in the middle of the water.
Those ancient notes in his mind were still hovering in his mind, although they had become fragmented, like a gust of wind blowing down the apricot blossoms all over the sky.
Although the petals have left the branches, the faint floral fragrance still remains in my heart.
Since he regards the music in the Divine Sea as a heavenly book, and since he can't understand it at the moment, why bother reading it?
You can play as much as you want and watch as much as you want.
Just like how he practiced swordsmanship in Tianshan Mountain, he first carved scriptures on the stone wall, practiced swordsmanship first and then practiced swordsmanship, just like when he first learned the piano, he tempered his body first and then learned the piano.
That was the patience and courage he used to practice Zhan Xue.
Just like Zhan Xue, he wields ten thousand swords every day. Even if he can't Zhan Xue now, he still has to integrate this sword intention into his own flesh and blood.
Next time I swing my sword, I will subconsciously cut out that sword intention without even thinking about it.
If it were anyone else, he would definitely not be able to comprehend and practice this divine song, but Li Xiuyuan has enough patience and courage.
He had been cutting snow on Tianshan Mountain for countless years, but he still couldn't find the right method. Finally, he cut snow on Fangcun Mountain with one sword.
Zhan Xue required his time and efforts, and this divine song probably required more courage from him.
These past experiences and experiences, especially the persistence of spending an hour every day practicing swordplay, became the motivation for him to continue polishing this divine song.
In his opinion, this divine song was not given by God, nor was it arranged by the old Taoist priest. It was he who got the guy's approval on the top of Tianshan Mountain.
Then I gave myself a big test question. Maybe I can only see the farther scenery by climbing over the mountain in front of me.
Picking flowers in the wind is like picking plum blossoms. In the spring breeze, pick the apricot blossoms that have not fully bloomed and put them into the bamboo basket, no more, no less.
This spring is a joy for Li Xiuyuan.
In the wind and snow on Meishan Mountain, he saw all the cold plums on the mountain, picked flowers with bare hands and made spiritual tea...
In the apricot garden after the spring rain in Loulan, I lay drunk under the eaves and watched the apricot blossoms flying in the garden, waiting for the faint apricot blossoms to blend into the spiritual wine.
He recalled the heroic sayings on Luoxia Mountain: "The Immortal Luoxia planted apricot trees, and three thousand heads were used as flower fertilizer."
Human heads can be used as fertilizer for flowers, but instead of the apricot garden now, he has a different thought, and does not want the spring scenery full of the garden to be stained with a trace of blood.
With bare hands, he can fly flowers and pick leaves and turn them into murderous sword energy.
With bare hands, you can pick flowers, make tea, and play the piano to entertain people.
Amateurs can also brew an unforgettable spiritual wine to let the ancient city in front of them remember their own atmosphere.
This year he saw the garden full of flowers, and next he will eat the garden full of spring apricots.
...
I didn't realize it was already dusk when I was picking flowers. Situ Tianxing didn't come to disturb him today as promised and gave him a quiet space.
I cooked a pot of broth and threw a few pieces of mushrooms and a few apricot blossoms into it.
This mushroom was picked by Long Potian and Jiang Ling'er in the woods of Tianshan Mountain. The three of them had not finished eating the dried food.
Thinking of Long Potian and Jiang Ling'er who stayed in the ancient world, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but take out a jar of spiritual wine brewed in the ancient world, patted it open, poured a cup, held it in his hand and smelled it.
Looking up at the stars in the sky, I thought that I should keep some of this spiritual wine that has traveled through countless time and space, and let the master of No. 47 Tianjie taste it when I return to the nine heavens one day.
Share a few cups with Feng Ruyu from Yuqiong Pavilion, and then take them to Xinghua Valley to honor your parents and husband...
The sky is full of stars tonight, but there is no moon.
The starlight in the sky fell quietly, illuminating the young man under the apricot garden, and silently nourishing the young man's body.
Drinking and singing, there is no confidant here, the confidant is in the wild world, in the Shura Heaven Realm, in Fengyun City.
Even the unreliable master, the old Taoist priest, didn't know where he went. He abandoned himself in the Xuanwu Continent and stopped asking.
After three glasses of spiritual wine, Li Xiuyuan greeted his parents, teachers in heaven and earth one by one.
He talked about the endless fate again, regardless of whether they would sneeze at night.
Tonight, he still did not go into the house and lie down on the comfortable mahogany bed that Yuwen Liuli prepared for him, but lay under the eaves.
Wrapped in an animal blanket, bathed in the starlight.
Starlight fell into his dream, but he murmured to himself: "Master, don't you want any more disciples?"
...
"Is it because my master doesn't want you, so you plan to start a family and settle down here?"
I don’t know how much time passed, but the voice of the old Taoist priest came to my ears.
Li Xiuyuan, who didn't know he was a guest in the dream, opened his eyes, looked at the dreamlike old man in front of him, shook his head gently and said, "Master, this disciple is a little homesick."
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