There were no horses in Grandpa Xiang'er's residence, so the three of them rode back on the two fruit horses. Xiang'er and Jiang Shuo rode together, and Grandpa rode one alone. Although the fruit horse was small, its foot power was comparable to that of a big horse. Each of them carried a load. Even an adult man and two children found it difficult. Grandpa Xiang'er led the way on horseback, while Xiang'er and Jiang Shuo followed behind. After a while, they left the bamboo forest, crossed the stream, and returned the horse to the boy in the stable. , but Uncle Tie is missing.
The three of them walked through the racecourse and entered the villa. Grandpa Xiang'er said, "They must have gone to Yunchi."
Jiang Shuo didn't know where "Yunchi" was, so he just followed his grandfather and Xiang'er. After a while, he arrived at the east side of the third courtyard in the middle of the villa. Jiang Shuo remembered the living room with a garden here. Xiang'er and his grandson entered the courtyard but did not enter the hall. They went straight through the small garden. It turned out that there was a corner door on the east wall. After passing through the corner door, they saw a large corridor and pavilions surrounded on three sides, but the middle was not ground. Made a piece of water.
To the south of the pool is a long wall made of bamboo and wood inserted into the water, with a water gate in the middle. Directly opposite to the north is a high platform with four columns holding a large eaves. Under the eaves hangs a simple plaque with the inscription " There were two seal characters on it, and Jiang Shuo recognized them as "Yunchi". There are waterside pavilion corridors on the east and west sides. At this moment, the banks on both sides are full of boats. The corridors are filled with people sitting or standing. Looking closely at the crowd, there are many people of all kinds, including monks, Taoists, Confucians and lay people, tall, short, fat and thin.
Jiang Shuo and Xiang'er said, "This place looks like a big water platform for New Year's Eve opera."
Xiang'er chuckled and said: "It's a bit similar, but it was performed on the stage and watched on the water, but now it is performed off the stage and watched on the stage..."
Jiang Shuo looked towards the water and saw the small boat he had just seen moored in the middle of the water. The boat had no roof and a person was sitting at attention inside. There was no boatman in sight and he had no idea how the boat was moving. But I saw that the man was wearing a long-winged soft servant head and a wide-sleeved red robe. The material of the red robe was either silk or satin, and the workmanship was exquisite. It looked very gorgeous. The robe was wide, revealing the collar of the plain white inner coat. The man was young, with a handsome face, and his light beard set off his face just right. He fluttered his long sleeves, crossed his palms and made an ancient gesture forward. Jiang Shuo looked elegant. Chic and unrestrained, very romantic in every gesture.
The two children looked in the direction of his salute and saw two people sitting on the high platform opposite. The one on the left was also wearing a large red robe. The texture was similar to the red robe of the people on the boat, except that his robe had a crane embroidered on it. The crane's embroidery work is excellent, and its white feathers shimmer against the fiery red robe, as if it is flapping its wings. He has three locks of black beard. He looks older than the people on the boat, but he is also full of energy. He was considered a handsome man. Behind him stood a group of waiters, all of whom were also wearing red robes, but the texture was just ordinary cloth and there was no decoration.
The man on his right hand, Jiang Shuo, recognized him as the old master who was on the boat in the middle of the river that day. He was still wearing a green cloth robe today, wearing an Eguan Bo belt like an ancient scribe. When Jiang Shuo took a closer look at the master this time, he saw that the old man looked haggard, and his body was He is extremely thin, with gray beard and hair. His appearance is like that of Qu Yuan before he was thrown into the Miluo River.
Jiang Shuo then looked to the east side of the waterside pavilion. The leader, wearing a large cloak and waving a feather fan, was the owner of Xixi Villa. He was sitting on the right hand seat. It seemed that the two people on the stage were the guests of honor. Next to the owner sits a lady who is all in white. She wears a drapery hat on her head. The curtain has grown to cover her entire figure, making it impossible to tell her figure or age.
Looking down at the owner, he saw that he was the "fisherman", "ploughman" and "woodcutter" of that day.
The "fisherman" came to negotiate that day. He called himself "Zhang Yu'er" as a pseudonym. The "cultivator" was the "Uncle Tie" who raised the horses. The "woodcutter" was called "Brother Chen" that day. I don't know whether it was "Chen" or "Brother Chen". "Cheng" is also "cheng". None of these three people were dressed as strangely as they were that day. They all wore wingless bows and narrow-sleeved, round-collared shirts, but they were dressed in different colors. Behind each stood a group of people from the world. Looking further down, there are two groups of people, each with a leader, but they don't recognize them.
At this time, the master also saw the two children and waved to them. Xiang'er stuck out his tongue and dragged Jiang Shuo around the high platform from behind and walked to his father. When Jiang Shuo looked back, Grandpa Xiang'er was missing. The old man then Just like appearing quietly in the bamboo forest during the day, I don't know when I escaped quietly. He touched Xiang'er's sleeve and said, "Your grandpa is missing."
Xiang'er, however, was not surprised and said: "He doesn't like the excitement and has hidden himself somewhere, so don't worry about him."
While talking, the two of them walked behind the owner. Xiang'er called out: "Yeah," then turned to the lady and said, "Auntie."
Jiang Shuo thought to himself: "It turns out that Xiang'er's mother is still alive. The last time Xiang'er mentioned her mother, it was weird, but I misunderstood."
The lady just nodded slightly, and the master didn't look back. He turned his back and pointed with his hand, and the two boys sat down behind him. At this time, Jiang Shuo looked at the waterside pavilion on the opposite side to the west. At the top were a group of people, a group of monks, and two groups of people. Looking further down, there were all kinds of Jianghu people, but he didn't recognize any of them.
As soon as the two young men sat down, they heard the old man in red robe say: "Li Sheng came all the way here and was tired of traveling and traveling. Thank you for your hard work."
The young man in red robe said loudly: "I came from Luoyang, and it was not very hard to go down the Han River by boat from Shangluo Pier. Mr. He came from Yecheng, and it was much harder than me to take the land route."
The old man in red robe smiled slightly and said, "You and I don't have to be polite to each other. Come, I've met Mr. Ruxiang."
As he spoke, he raised his hands to his side, and the young man crossed his hands and said, "I've heard of Mr. Ruxiang's name for a long time. How lucky am I to see his face now?"
The old master also smiled slightly, bowed and bowed his hands in return: "Li Sheng is too modest. We still need the full help of all the Liyuan masters for this important matter."
The young man in red robe smiled and said: "Liyuan disciples are not good at answering questions, so I will play a song for you today to help you enjoy your day."
The owner of the villa spoke at this time: "Li Lang is famous all over the world, and the saint appointed the first piece of flute music. We are lucky today."
The young man turned to his master and crossed his hands and said, "I have heard a long time ago that Mr. Ruliang's construction work is magical. Today I have to experience the scenery of the villa and know that what the world says is true."
The host also crossed his hands and returned the greeting, but Xiang'er whispered: "It turns out he is a flute player. He is so impressive. I don't believe there is anyone who can play the flute better than my grandfather in this world..." The host turned around and glanced at her, Xiang'er He was so scared that he stuck out his tongue and didn't dare to say more.
The young man took out a flute from his sleeve. Jiang Shuo saw the black and purple color of the flute from a distance. It looked like it was neither gold nor wood. He didn't know what material it was made of. The young man held the flute and bowed again, saying: "Please open the water gate."
The woodcutter wondered: "Why is this?"
The young man said: "I am playing the flute in the center of the Dragon Pond. However, the Dragon Pond is wide and has many miles. The inner lake here has a narrow water surface. I am afraid that there will be waves and disturb everyone."
The woodcutter turned around and asked the fisherman: "What did he mean?"
The fisherman said: "People say that the water area of our inner lake is too small and cannot be used extensively."
The woodcutter said: "It's not martial arts training, but you still want to open up the field?"
The fisherman stopped arguing with him, and whistled with his lips together. After a while, several men in green clothes came up to the bamboo wall. It turned out that the bamboo wall was like a small city wall, which was about ten feet wide and could allow people to stand and walk around. Several men pulled the wall. The mechanism opened the water gate.
The young man in red robe bowed and saluted again, flicked the flute with his sleeve, and started playing. Strangely enough, with the sound of the flute, the calm water surface seemed to be suddenly blown by the wind, and the boat started to move. , and soon he was out of the water gate, but even though he was far away, the sound of the flute was still as clear as in his ears. As the flute music unfolded one after another, the boat gradually moved further and further away. The farther the boat went, the more exciting and high-pitched the flute music became. Everyone had a look of surprise at this moment, but they were too embarrassed to get up and look at it due to their status. In fact, this When Li Sheng was playing like this in Longchi and Qujiangchi in Chang'an, women and children had already chased the boats all over the lake shore.
Jiang Shuo and Xiang'er were just children. Finally they couldn't hold it any longer. They walked through the people in the corridor and climbed up the bamboo wall to take a look. They saw vast expanse of clear waves on the big lake. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the water waves flickered as if following the sound of a flute. It's like jumping. The boat Li Sheng was riding gradually moved to the center of the lake, and the sound of the flute became louder and louder. The setting sun seemed to have accelerated its descent to the west, and the sky had dimmed a lot. There was a mist on the lake, which was like a cloud. Walking around, it looks like a flying goddess dragging her long skirt dancing on the lake. Suddenly the sound of the flute began to sound rapidly, one stack was as tight as the other, one stack was higher than the other, and the lake surface also changed from gentle breeze to strong wind, from rippling microwaves to steep waves.
Li Sheng had disappeared in the waves between the clouds and the water. At this moment, the sky and the earth were dim and the water and trees were dark, as if there were ghosts and gods coming. The two children stood on the bamboo wall and suddenly felt a sense of terror. Feeling the feeling, Jiang Shuo felt that there were thousands of troops on the lake about to kill the generals. When he looked carefully, he seemed to hear the snorting of charging horses, and it was like a torrent of friction sounds of soldiers' weapons hitting armor leaves. The dusk near the water gate was suddenly cut open, and Xiang'er was so frightened that she fell down. If Jiang Shuo hadn't grabbed her in a hurry, she would have fallen into the water. Jiang Shuo knew that what Xiang'er felt just now was the same as his own, but it was broken. What came out at dusk was just Li Sheng in a boat. It turned out that he had turned back in the boat unknowingly.
After the boat passed through the water gate, it slowly slowed down, and the sound of the flute gradually became lower and soothing, making people feel sad. Finally, the boat returned to the center of the inner lake facing the high platform and did not move again, and the sound of the flute could not be heard. When it was over, the water gate slowly closed again, leaving only the ripples slowly growing under the boat, gently tapping on the pillar foundations under the high platform and water pavilion.
Jiang Shuo and Xiang'er had just come back from the shore and followed the boat, and now they were back behind their master. After the song, everyone sitting there was silent. After a moment of silence, the old master praised "Mr. Ruxiang" : "Li Sheng's skills as ghosts and gods are not as good as Juntian's joy."
Only then did everyone come back to their senses and clapped and praised together.
