Daoist Abandoned Wisdom

He walked towards the place where the sound of the zither came from, and there were quite a few women in cool clothes. The bustle of Flower Street came from not far away, but it seemed that this place was very quiet, only the sound of the zither overflowed slowly like flowing water.

Tao Xinian discovered that the sound of the piano came from a small two-story building. The small building was exquisitely decorated, and the word "tea" was written on the plaque, which turned out to be a tea house.In this world, there are few people who know how to taste tea, but here is the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the northerners have never known how to taste tea.

But here it looks like a lot of money. Although he is quite happy with the money he earned today, he doesn't plan to go in. He only plans to meet friends with the piano.

"Daozhang, what are you doing?" Abo asked curiously when he saw Tao Xinian dug out the piano from the bamboo box.

"Make friends with the qin!" Tao Xinian replied as a matter of course, he sat down on the big bluestone at the side, put the qin on his lap, and when the sound of the qin upstairs died down, he played a qin piece that could be sung.

"Today is a good banquet, and the joy is hard to describe. The zither is played vigorously, and the new sound is wonderful. Let De sing high words, recognize the music and listen to the truth.

We are of the same mind and wish, and the meaning is not declared. "

"Life is sent for a lifetime, dying suddenly like flying dust. Why don't you be a master, first occupy Lujin. Doing nothing to protect the poor and the humble, the ups and downs are long and hard."

It is the Chinese poem "Today's Good Banquet".He saw that although the tea house is elegant, the guests upstairs must be having a happy gathering, and the song "Today's Good Banquet" is quite suitable for the occasion.

His voice was quite clear, and after he sang the first two lines, someone opened the window, but he didn't show his face.After a while, the windows on the first floor were opened a few cracks, and some boys were peeping quietly.

After he finished singing, there was applause, Tao Xinian looked up, he saw a well-dressed young man with a good appearance, about a few years older than him.Tao Xinian faintly felt that he was not the one who played the piano, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"My lord, my master invites you to go to the private room to have a talk." A young servant in Tsing Yi opened the door and said respectfully.

It's not bad to sing a song for a cup of tea.Tao Xinian happily hugged Qin, handed the bamboo box of Huahua to the servant, and went upstairs.

The decoration in this building is elegant and authentic, but as he went upstairs, he felt more and more that this teahouse was not a teahouse, but like... the South Pavilion.

There are only men in this building, and that's all there are men. Most of them are teenagers with good looks. They are all fair and feminine.He couldn't help remembering the scene when Yu Yuandao dragged him to the south hall, countless smeared little boys wanted to pounce on him, and he was so frightened that he dragged Yu Yuandao all the way wildly.

Sitting in front of the tea table on the second floor was the young man who had just invited him upstairs. Opposite him sat a man in his forties who looked like a wealthy businessman.

Sitting behind the bamboo curtain is the qin master, who should be the one who played the qin earlier.The bamboo curtain is very thin, you can see that the luthier's plain clothes are spotless and handsome, he is a few years older than those little boys, about the age of the young man, maybe not yet the young man.Tao Xinian has no choice but to admire such superb piano skills at such a young age.

"My lord, sit down and have a cup of tea." The young man said politely.

Tao Xinian put the piano down and sat on his side, not restrained.Picking up the teacup, he took a sip.Tea is good tea, from Sichuan.

"My surname is Liang, and my first name is Zhu. You can call me Liang Lang. What is the name of this gentleman?"

"My surname is Tao Mingsui."

"So it's Mr. Tao Lang, where is he going?"

Tao Xinian looked at the qin master behind the bamboo curtain. His purpose of using the qin to make friends was actually for this qin piece of Fengqiuhuang.He had collected Fengqiuhuang qin music in his early years, but once it was raining heavily while drying the books, and he didn't have time to put them away. The rain got half wet and he couldn't read them clearly.He went down the mountain to bookstores to buy again and again, but it was always out of stock.The missing second half of the piece made him feel itchy all the time, now that he heard the violinist play this piece, he wanted to use the qin to meet friends and ask for the qin piece.

"Luoyang." He replied casually.

"Oh, Luoyang, I'm going back to Luoyang too." Liang Zhu said happily.

Tao Xinian smiled and said, "That's really a coincidence."

It was late, the man with the appearance of a wealthy businessman said goodbye to Liang Zhu and went downstairs.I don't know if I left, or I was playing with the group of young boys.

Tao Xinian didn't care about anything else, and asked the luthier behind the bamboo curtain: "What's the name of this luthier? It's amazing to have such piano skills at such a young age."

"Tao Langjun can play the piano better than Yun Sheng, and he can sing very well." Yun Sheng plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano was ethereal, like smoke floating in the air.

Tao Xinian said: "I don't know if Yun Sheng's Fengqiuhuang qin music can be borrowed for reading next time? There was this song in the next book, but half of it was destroyed, and the book store was out of stock all the year round. Now that I heard Yun Sheng playing the piano, I remembered it. For this matter, I used the qin to meet friends and wanted to borrow the qin score to copy it."

Yun Sheng covered his mouth with a chuckle, and said: "Tao Langjun came here for this." After saying that, he stood up, walked out from behind the curtain, put a roll of piano score and a piece of rice paper in front of Tao Xinian, and turned around to take I finished my pen and ink, and rubbed the ink under the lamp.

Tao Xinian acted as if no one was copying the score, and Liang Zhu was not annoyed at being left alone, with a gentle smile on his face.He said: "Tao Langjun is really an elegant person, is he going to Luoyang to visit a friend this time?"

He raised his head from the paper, his young and handsome face was illuminated by the oil lamp, he said: "Yes, visiting friends, plus playing."

"I don't know where your friend lives? Maybe I just met him." Liang Zhu asked with a smile.

He remembered Yuan Yao's quiet temperament, and said: "My friend doesn't like to make friends, maybe he doesn't recognize him. His family... lives near the White Horse Temple outside Xiyangmen."

"Near the White Horse Temple... not far from my house. My family lives in Lejinli. If Mr. Tao Lang is willing, he can go back to Luoyang with me."

Tao Xinian originally wanted to refuse without even thinking about it, but as soon as the words came to his lips, he thought about it: This Liang Langjun is rich, powerful and has a carriage, wouldn't it be a good idea to go with him?The corner of his mouth twitched, he grinned and said, "It couldn't be better."

Hearing this, Abo took a bite on his chest, he quickly stroked the front of his front, and secretly pressed it hard with the palm of his hand.

Liang Zhu looked at the dimple on his left cheek for a while, and said, "Tao Lang, you look like an old friend of mine, I feel like I've seen him somewhere before."

After Tao Xinian finished laughing, he suddenly regretted it. Mr. Liang met people in this place like the South Pavilion, and he didn't look like a serious person. What should we do?

"Hehe, I'm just kidding, I'm from the south, you and I must have never seen it before."

"Southern people? Just now, I always felt that Tao Lang's tea-drinking habits are similar to those of Jinling children. It's no wonder. Nowadays, it's rare for southerners to speak the northern dialect."

"Although few people say it, some people say that it used to be a family after all."

"It's true, you and I are both Han Chinese. Although we live in different countries, we are originally citizens of one country." After finishing speaking, Liang Zhu felt a little emotional.

Yun Sheng said: "Then I'll play a qin song to express my sorrows and give it to you two."

Tao Xinian listened quietly to the piano, thinking: Even if you are Long Yang's broken sleeve, I'm afraid you won't succeed?My sleeve was about to snap anyway.

He lowered his head and poured himself a cup of tea, gently blowing off the froth.Ah, what gift should I prepare for Yao after earning money?