The wind in the bamboo forest stopped.

The sound of the piano stopped.

Time seemed to have stopped.

In the middle of the bamboo courtyard, the old musician who was playing the piano looked down at his dry hands holding the strings.

The inner joint of the thumb of this dry hand and the second joint of the index finger form a symmetrical cocoon mark, which is caused by frequent grinding of ink and pressing. It also has blue-black palm lines penetrated by ink stains, such as frequent dipping of ink and palms.

It is caused by contacting the inkstone...

At first glance, he is an old man who has been immersed in painting skills for many years.

Just like he is addicted to music.

The old musician sighed, turned around and said to Wu Daozi standing behind him:

"Didn't you say that you want to go back to the mountains, learn from your master, keep a Taoist temple, and never go out again?"

Wu Daozi narrowed his eyes, walked to the opposite side of the old musician and sat down, and suddenly recited a poem:

"The Three Pure Ones Only Mud Body, but the Buddha wants a golden body. Bodhisattvas in troubled times will not come to the world, and the old Taoist carries a sword to save the people."

"What a chaotic world, the common people." The old musician shook his head and touched his hair with sparse hair: "If I remember correctly, it's the third year of the Great Zhou Tianyou, so it's not a chaotic world."

Wu Daozi pointed to the quiet bamboo forest outside the courtyard wall:

“It’s not messy enough outside?”

The old musician turned serious and corrected:

"That's also caused by your trouble. If you don't come, Xunyang is very good."

Wu Daozi's expression was quiet:

"You have been in the palace for a long time and played music for emperors and generals. Of course, you do not know the suffering of the people, and you do not know that the suffering of the people have been suffering for a long time. Your music is not played for ordinary people."

The old musician shook his head:

"I am the son of a carpenter. How could I not know the suffering of the people? I am not self-admiring. I like Xunyang's pipa. I have been asking many poor ladies who play pipa these days. I understand better than you.

What people need is not something that changes the world, nor is it that they need to be passionate, stable, plain, and most valuable.”

"Old Yu, do you think everyone is just like you, just live a life of mediocrity? I am beaten by others and smile to welcome you with a smile?"

Wu Daozi said with a smile, stretched out his finger to the surrounding yard and the luggage at the old musician:

"No wonder he is still under house arrest at a very young age, and passively shines and heats. The people of the pseudo-Emperor and Si Tianjian really eat you up. It's so sad and lamentable that a sword-holding man."

The old musician shook his head: "It's not a forced force, it's something I promised. I am indeed lazy, but I never break my promise."

Wu Daozi was a little overjoyed and pointed to the main grotto not far away:

"Old Yu, go out and turn left, walk forward, go to the cave, let the Donglin Buddha move down, you can sit on it."

The old musician was not bothered, but just looked at the old friend's familiar face and sighed constantly.

Wu Daozi suddenly said, "Old Yu, do you know what I have always hated people like you the most from back then to now?"

"You talk."

"I hate you guys who regard weakness as compassion as sages. You always compromise and compromise, endless concessions, always put your hope on others, but you don't know that the promises of those in power are painting big cakes.

, but you have an almost innocent fantasy about them, and the result is that they will only become more and more arrogant, and you will only be more indulgent and finally have to accept the established result."

The old musician stared at Wu Daozi with a sneering face for a while and sighed:

"It seems that the things that happened after Emperor Gaozong's death still had a great impact on you and it is still hard to let go of it."

Wu Daozi neither admits nor denies:

"I was indeed a little impulsive when I left the palace and was a little disappointed, but it was not the reason for going down the mountain this time. Over the years, as I grew older, I gradually began to realize something, so I went down the mountain."

The old musician was curious: "What's the matter?"

Wu Daozi smiled and pointed to his hunched shoulders:

"Responsibility, the responsibility of every man in the rise and fall of the world. Only at this age can I clearly realize that as predecessors, we old bones must stand up and say something, or do something, and show the younger generations behind us.

You should not continue to be silent, and you should not give the right and wrong to those villains who are clever and eloquent and distort black and white, otherwise it would be the greatest fault."

The old musician seemed to have thought seriously and shook his head:

"I have experienced that year of great change like you... It's rare to be over 70 years old. I'm a bit like you, and I suddenly wake up some truths."

"What's the reason?"

The old musician said word by word: "Any violent change will benefit the old and new powers in the end. Whether there is any change or not has nothing to do with the people. If you are eager to change, it will only backfire."

After saying that, the old musician felt a little sad and murmured repeatedly:

"Take it slowly, take it slowly, slow means fast, slow means fast..."

"You still have expectations? Old Yu, you still have expectations."

Wu Daozi chuckled, stood up, and walked towards the courtyard gate.

The squinting old man walked past the steps in front of the yard and said as he walked:

"Old Yu, the prosperous era of Daqian in your heart was already dead more than ten years ago. What you see now is nothing more than the process of the decay of the corpse.

"I went to Chang'an and like you, I had longed for the dream of peace in the prosperous era. A year after Emperor Gaozong left, did anyone care about the people who were affected by the disaster outside the customs?

"No.

"Have anyone ever cared about the man who was in a hurry to expand his territory?

"No.

"All civil and military officials in the court are fighting for the vacuum of power. The family in Guan's inner family is fighting with the five surnames and Qi Wang, and the saints who are in the world are competing with the willful prince to seize the throne. The mother and son are turning against each other. The Sitianjian Qi training wise men are looking forward to the Zhongnan Mountain National Church.

Scholars compete for the fortune of dragon veins...

“Is there anyone doing things?

"No.

"The current Dazhou is just a heavy makeup that is covered with dead people on the corpse of a big fuck.

“Is there any difference between any action taken to it and the preparation of a funeral that is not a mystery?

“No, either.”

Wu Daozi shook his head and was about to walk out:

"Don't play this piano, you can't stop it. Instead of consuming your cultivation, it's better to keep more spiritual energy and think about where to go so that you won't be caught by the pseudo-Emperor and Si Tianjian who broke their promises and act like a cow. ”

The old musician suddenly interrupted:

“Someone is doing things.”

Wu Daozi didn't hear it clearly for a while and stopped slightly: "Hmm?"

The old musician said seriously:

"I have seen someone working hard all the way, at least in Xunyang, Jiangzhou, I have seen it with my own eyes."

The old man lowered his head and stroked the strings of the piano, showing recollections on his face, remembering the rare and energetic inscriptions she had carved on the dome of the main cave.

The old musician said with a smile:

"Rong Yatou is just one. I can leave, but not now, I won't stand by and watch."

Wu Daozi was not surprised and continued to move forward and walked towards the gate of the courtyard:

"Please. I have taught half of my disciples, but I can meet your girl disciple for a while."

The old musician suddenly said:

"If you can enter the painting, you are not the real body, where is your real body?"

"This body is enough."

Wu Daozi answered calmly and walked out of the yard.

As soon as he walked out of the yard, his figure disappeared without a trace...

The south bank of the double peaks, on the cliff of the south peak.

Yuan Huaimin stared at Mr. Wu walking into the scroll, and after a moment, he walked out of the scroll.

This is a new painting of double peaks and peaks on both sides of the shore. It is a style of ink painting, suspended in the air, but the white fog of the river is abandoned, and the scenery on the north and south coasts becomes very vivid.

Yuan Huaimin discovered a detail. Just after Mr. Wu walked into the painting, a villain in the painting who looked similar to Mr. Wu went to a bamboo forest somewhere on the north bank of the painting, which seemed to be a small courtyard in the bamboo forest. In the middle, I sat cross-legged with a villain in the painting suspected to be an old man playing the piano, communicating with something...

These are always vividly displayed on the painting.

The smiling old man walked out of the painting and patted his cuffs.

Almost as soon as he landed, a piano sound from the bamboo forest rang again, echoing throughout the peaks of the double peaks.

Wu Daozi said to the dull young man with his eyes crossed and closed his eyes not far away:

"Continue, Lao Yu's head does not have a fake tripod sword, and has been secretly suspected by the fake emperor. He is no longer the master of the sword and cannot exert much of the magical powers of [Emperor Wen]. What he consumes now are the lingering sounds of [Emper Wen] that were intercepted before."
To be continued...