The villain has a white moonlight

On cold autumn nights, there are no shortage of night walkers on the road in the mountains, such as the young man who is carrying a bamboo basket, wearing a bamboo hat, wearing a coir raincoat, and wearing straw sandals.

The young man looked thirteen or fourteen years old, the rain was pattering against the grass and trees, and the damp and cold air permeating the sky and the earth didn't seem to have any effect on him. He didn't care about the splash of water when he stepped into the water with his sandal shoes, and hurriedly walked through the forest to brush the leaves. Suddenly, a series of clear bells sounded, and the color of fiery red clothes faintly appeared under the brown and gray grass.

The night is filled with darkness and the autumn is cold. The young man in coir raincoat is carrying a bright lamp. Inside the spherical gauze lampshade, there is no flame, but a group of fluttering wings of butterflies. The butterflies are full of white light, and there is a little red in the white light. Bright, bright lights break through the deep night, the road close to him is illuminated by lights and butterflies, and the cold rain is falling, and the young man's body is also filled with warmth.

"Scavenger, are you going up the mountain to visit Taoist Fu Mengsheng again? It's raining heavily on the mountain!" On the misty and rainy mountain road, there is a middle-aged man in cape and hat, riding a buffalo and holding a hookah , is a farmer near Mingyue Mountain. He split a few acres of Susukida at the foot of the mountain. He was about to go home when he saw the young man in coir raincoat and greeted him from a distance.

"Yes, brother Fu Mengsheng and I have an appointment for today, so it will come rain or shine." The boy replied with a smile.

"The road is slippery in rainy days, so walk carefully." The farmer said with concern.

"Thank you uncle, I will be careful, the mountain is harder than going up in the rain, uncle, please pay attention to your feet."

"Haha, Uncle, this old buffalo is very stable, don't worry!" The farmer let out a smoke ring, patted the buffalo's back, and the buffalo "mooed" very cooperatively.

"Okay!" The boy said his farewell with a smile, and then continued to go up the mountain.

The climate in the mountains is always unpredictable. When the boy reached the middle of the mountain, the rain had stopped. When he reached Jianxue Ridge on the top of the mountain, the moon was out, and he was climbing the peaks of the Daisy Mountains.

This situation is exactly that:

The breeze is around, the moon is shining, and the fog in the moon mountain is misty.The Milky Way is pouring over the sky, and the clouds are drooping and the waves are surging.

At night, Mingyue Mountain is quiet and peaceful, and there is a lonely and empty valley. When you hear fairy music here, the sound of the piano is melodious, soothing the soul.

I saw a large Xiaoxiang bamboo forest planted in Xueling. The wind blows the bamboo forest rustlingly. Among the green bamboo shadows, there are extinguished glass lanterns hanging on the bamboo branches.

After the new rain in the empty mountain, the green bamboo leaves are about to drip, and the moonlight flows quietly, covering the Taoist with a layer of silver frost. The silver lotus crown with the hair is radiant and cold, but it can't cover up the gentle aura emanating from the Taoist, just like A piece of warm jade with a warm texture, shining brightly under the moonlight.

The young man in coir raincoat came here, and went to the bamboo mat opposite the piano player with ease, hung the lamp on the bamboo branch, and took down the bamboo basket.

He picked up the coir raincoat and bamboo hat casually, and placed them on the grass next to him, shaking off a curtain of water droplets, and the curly long hair loosely bundled up with the red rope fluffed out like black seaweed, fluttering in the autumn wind. The strand of white forehead hair that reached the eyelids was slanted, and she sat quietly listening to the piano.

The boy who took off his rain gear, dressed in red clothes and light fur, has a thin figure, handsome appearance, slightly pale complexion, a pair of golden eyes are very beautiful, the end of the eyes is slightly raised, and there is a tear mole at the corner of the eye, the whole person looks a little weak Attitude, and relaxed.While listening to the piano, the young man tapped the straw mat with his fingertips from time to time, obviously addicted to it.

After the qin music was finished, the young man smiled and said, "Brother Fu Mengsheng's qin music is always so nice."

"Thank you, little friend." Fu Mengsheng also smiled and said, "How are you doing these days?"

"Well, it's not bad, but it's getting harder and harder to find the bones that meet the requirements. Last month, when such a big incident happened in Lianwu Mountain, I only found a few pieces of bone and flesh. Langya Wang's clearing work is really good. "

"Take your time." Fu Mengsheng looked down at the young man, although his eyes were not focused, there was concern in his eyes.

"Well, two hundred and six bones. Now I have only found 15 bones that have been exposed in the wilderness and buried them. I took one bone from each, and the remaining bone parts are only [-] yuan. It is indeed taking my time, just... ...I'm a little worried that time waits for no one." The young man smiled, saying he was worried, but his expression was open-minded.

"Daozi believes that little friend will handle it well." Fu Mengsheng got up, walked towards the young man, patted the young man's shoulder lightly and comforted him.

"En." The boy raised his head, looked at the person in front of him, and nodded.

There is a wind coming from the valley, the Taoist is tall and tall, his clothes are flying, his ink hair is light, under the clear moonlight, he looks like an exile from the world.

He is so good-looking!The young man thought to himself.

"The medicine pill has been made, and it is still one pill a day, seven days' worth." Fu Mengsheng handed out what he held in his hand, which was a jade white porcelain bottle: "Little friend's body cold syndrome is in a special situation, and Daozi has not yet found the way to eradicate it." , after taking it, you can come to Mingyue Mountain again."

"Okay, thank you, brother Fu Mengsheng." The boy put the porcelain vase into his sleeve: "Why did you come to Mingyue Mountain to ask for medicine if you didn't ask me?"

"I thought that the little friend came here because he was attracted by the sound of the piano, and found that Daozi was a little good at sex, so he asked for medicine."

"Brother Fu Mengsheng is so innocent and cute." The young man smiled sweetly, "However, I am very happy that you think so in your heart."

"En." Fu Mengsheng nodded, the raindrops slipped from the bamboo leaves and landed on the ends of his hair, crystal clear and translucent, fleeting, and the Taoist smiled and said, "Just be happy, little friend."

"Then, you still don't ask, why did I pick up the bones, and the way I cultivated?"

"Why do you ask Qing about your coming from the west? Mingyue Mountain does not remember the year." Fu Mengsheng smiled warmly: "I have been alone in the mountains for a long time, and Daozi is very relieved that my little friend can come to accompany Daozi for a few words. Kind of private, but if you want to talk, Daozi is willing to listen."

"Brother Fu Mengsheng, thank you very much." The young man breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and said, "Actually, I don't know the answers to those two questions myself. Way to collect two hundred and six bones, why did I come to you, this feeling... this feeling... I..."

"It's just that there is no solution for the time being." Fu Mengsheng's eyes showed tender pity: "Little friend, don't worry too much about it."

"elder brother……"

"Trust Daozi's intuition, your question will be answered soon."

"For a long time, thank you brother Fu Mengsheng." The young man raised his head again, his smile finally brightened: "Although we haven't known each other for more than a month, I feel that I have known brother in the previous life."

"Huh? Should Daozi trust your intuition?"

"Of course I believe it!" The young man kept looking up at the person in front of him without leaving his eyes.

"Then just believe it." Fu Mengsheng couldn't see the boy's brighter smile, but he seemed to feel it, and asked with a smile, "Little friend, are you happy?"

"Well, I'm very happy."

"That's great." Fu Mengsheng smiled slightly, like a breeze blowing away the clouds.

The young man held the lantern in both hands, and stood up respectfully: "My brother is used to holding a lamp at night. This butterfly lantern will never go out. I will give it to my brother."

"The lamp butterfly can ward off evil spirits and enlighten the light. It is a rare spiritual pet. My little friend often deals with corpses, so I need it more than I do."

"If brother doesn't want it, then I don't have to stay any longer." After finishing speaking, the boy unfastened the buckle of the lantern, and the confinement was lifted. The butterflies scrambled to be the first to flap their wings, and quickly retreated. A little bit of silver light scattered into the dense night, far away, far away , never to be seen.

Only a red butterfly flew around Fumengsheng three times, flapped its wings and went to the bamboo branch, and perched quietly on a bamboo leaf.

"You!" Fu Mengsheng sighed softly.

The young man didn't answer, walked to the extinguished wind lantern, took out a string of silver bells from his arms, raised his hand and tied them lightly on the bamboo branch, the gold thread connecting the bells was also worn with a small piece of silk cloth, and there were many ink marks on it. , seems to be a word but not a word.

The wind blows over the sparse bamboos, rustling the branches and leaves, and the sound of the wind chimes is clear and pleasant, making a clear tinkle.

"Then this string of wind chimes, brother, please be sure to accept it." The boy's tone was serious and could not be refused.

"My little friend, why..." Fu Mengsheng's tone was helpless and gentle.

"For no reason, I just want to give a gift to brother Fu Mengsheng, and leave my mark on him." The boy raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"That Taoist would be disrespectful." The smile on the corner of Fu Mengsheng's mouth deepened, and he sighed again: "You!" His tone was unconsciously a little doting.

But the boy was very happy: "Brother, do you know what the wind chime means?"

"Daozi once heard a buddhist friend mention the verse of wind chimes. Wind chimes imply the Buddhist principles of suffering, emptiness, impermanence, and selflessness. Are you interested in Buddhism at a young age?"

"No, my wind chime is not the one in the temple." The young man just went obediently, not paying attention to the Taoist in white as he said, but the corners of his mouth were unconsciously raised.

"Oh? Please clarify my doubts, my little friend."

"In Miaojiang, the wind chimes are the messengers of the gods. Hang the wind chimes on the trees and pray devoutly. The wind will convey the wishes to the gods and make them come true."

"What if God is too busy to listen to a certain prayer from all living beings?"

"Then day after day, pray devoutly, forever, God will always hear."

"However, Daozi feels that my little friend will not place his hope on the gods in everything he does."

"The god in my heart is not the god in the sky." The young man looked at the young Taoist with picturesque eyebrows, and raised his hand involuntarily, wanting to touch the face of the person who was close at hand. He was surprised that his behavior was too inexplicable and disrespectful , hastily withdrew his hands, hurriedly backed up a few steps, and accidentally bumped into the bamboo behind him.

"Why are you so nervous?" Fu Mengsheng asked puzzled.

"No, it's okay." The boy stood upright with his hands behind his back, stammering a little.

"Daoist! Daoist Fu Mengsheng! Little... Shaoyu can be considered to have found you!" Another energetic young man's voice came from afar, and by coincidence he helped the young man in red out of the siege.

Following the prestige, seeing the person who came, the young man in red felt that he had known him before.

The visitor was wearing a purple robe with narrow sleeves. The golden lotus pattern on the robe was shining in the night. He wore a crystal lotus pendant and various gorgeous pendants around his waist. He held a pheasant with colorful feathers in his arms. There were several followers behind him, except for one woman, the rest were all male monks.

The purple-clothed boy walked briskly through the bamboo grove. When he saw the first comer, he let out a low sigh and ignored him. He walked up to Fu Mengsheng, hugged the pheasant and bowed and saluted: "Jinling Xie Shaoyu Xie , I am here to respectfully invite Daoist Master Fu Mengsheng to attend this Langhua Banquet."

"Daozi had promised Miss Xie earlier that he would go to the banquet, this time I really troubled you to come again." Fu Mengsheng said gently and politely.

"My elder sister said that it was an unofficial invitation before. According to the etiquette, the Xie family should send an invitation. The disaster of Ji Gouzi still needs to be dealt with, so the young master will do it for you. Please don't be offended by Taoist Master Fu Mengsheng." Xie Shao Yu's attitude was respectful, probably because of the official burden, even the words Ji Gouzi were very straight, and after speaking, he passed the pheasant in his hand with both hands.

"How could it be?" Fu Mengsheng took the pheasant, gently stroked the emerald green neck feathers, and then gently put it down alone, and smiled gently at Xie Shaoyu: "Next time you visit, you don't need to bring a gift."

The feathered bird, who had been hugged by the young man for a long time, whose life and death were uncertain, regained his breath after being comforted by Fu Mengsheng, and walked into the bamboo forest as soon as his feet hit the ground.

"Daoist Fu Mengsheng, don't be polite. My elder sister said that when visiting a hermit, you should bring a small gift to show respect. What, what did she say?" Xie Shaoyu thought for a while: "Anyway, the meaning is It’s a basic etiquette to give young pheasants in summer and dry little pheasants in winter.”

"The solitary holds the skin, the doctor holds the geese, and the scholar holds the pheasant. It comes from "Zhou Li Spring Officials." Fu Mengsheng said softly.

"That's right! That's it!" Xie Shaoyu said in admiration: "As expected, he is one of the Mr. Shuang whom my elder sister respects very much. Daoist Fu Mengsheng not only looks like a god, but he is also learned to be rich and suave."

"Hey, that's not how being suave is used." The boy in red who had always been indifferent corrected angrily.

And the few followers who stopped not far away began to whisper: "Young master has started again."

"The habit of becoming talkative when you see a handsome man has not changed."

"The boy in red doesn't seem very happy? What kind of look is that?"

"Look at the eyes of your rival." The almond-eyed woman smiled.

"Bell, you also started..."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I mistook Feng Jing for Ma Liang, and the red-clothed boy for the red-clothed swordsman from before." Ling Dang shook her head and sighed.

And the two teenagers over there glared at each other, Xie Shaoyu glanced at the boy in red: "Who are you, please be careful when you talk to me, young master."

"My Du Ruozhi, so what if you're crazy, kid?"

The two sentences were back and forth, it was the posture of fighting, Fu Mengsheng stretched out his hand and opened one, and said gently: "You two, Mingyue Mountain prohibits the use of force." The teenagers stopped.

The monks of the Xie Clan in Jinling went back down the mountain by the same route, Xie Shaoyu did not go with them, but was stayed at Mingyue Mountain by Fu Mengsheng together with the young man in red.

Although everyone didn't say any more, they all had the same thought in their hearts.

Xiaoyue Xingshen · Fu Mengsheng is indeed like the legend, a fairy like a bright moon and a breeze.

On weekdays, the little devil with a skinny face like a monkey, Xie Shaoyu, the young son of the Xie family, was able to be slicked up in an instant, and had a night chat with Du Ruozhi, who was an opponent just a moment ago.

What a peaceful and extraordinary night!

After the night is over, where the prosperity falls, it is the dawn of Jinling.

In the center of the central axis of Jinling City, there is the majestic Xie's mansion in Jinling. It covers an area of ​​about [-] mu, luxurious and restrained, with five steps on the first floor and ten steps on the first floor.The pavilions, terraces and pavilions embrace the terrain, the covered bridges are winding and winding, and the exquisite rockeries are piled up. You can see the unique scenery of Jiangnan Water Town everywhere, with rustling autumn flowers and pink vines.

In this luxurious mansion, there is a courtyard with a simple style named Jiqingchuan. There is a Baopu mountain house inside.

The poolside is full of maples and red clouds. Although it is late autumn, there are no withered lotus leaves in the pool, and the blossoming phantoli flowers are in full bloom. The water surface is like floating white lotus lanterns. When the wind blows, it has its own fragrance.

The morning has passed, and the mist is still pervasive. In the Jiqing River, the sound of the piano is melodious, like the sound from outside the dust.

The man playing the piano by the lotus pond is dressed in white clothes with blue ribbons, embroidered with indigo and blue lotus pattern on the clothes, the lotus fragrance is floating, the light mist is lingering, and the morning breeze is blowing, the silver long hair tied by the blue crystal silver lotus crown of the player is also blowing in the wind. Zhong Yang.

The author has something to say: I have been waiting for a long time, everyone, take your time, tweet.

Another: About this chapter

The wind chime stalk comes from Xi Sheng is not a fish suggestion, so I wrote it ^_^

The place names Haiqu and Fengtian provided by the young man who is so useful to abandon and not admire the residual forest.

As well as the naming methods provided by Magical Girl Yuan-Tianyi, Wang Zhongshan's Mimei, Unsaturated Hydra, Huaihe Hero Ethane, and Yang Jiaxiaorui.

In the future, I should still use the names provided by other cuties in the previous collection of place names. I would like to thank you all here, eh? ^_^