There are towering mountains here, towering and steep, and shrouded in clouds and mist. Looking at the past, it is all green, overlapping, and lush.
The entrance to the Xianyun Valley is very difficult to find. If you are not familiar with the terrain, you will not be able to find it. Moreover, the road is rugged and there is no trace to be found. It is difficult for horses to enter. You can only find the entrance on foot by identifying the direction.
There are only a few broken wooden pillars that have weathered the weather at the entrance of the valley. There are no doors. There is an almost rotten wooden board standing next to it. You can vaguely see the three words "Xianyun Valley" engraved on it. Although it is broken, you can still peek into the wood.
The fonts on it are extremely elegant, like the moving clouds of Wushan Mountain and the flowing water of the Yangtze River, which shows the superb carving skills.
The person who came here was dressed in crescent white, and the corners of his robe were stained with the color of soil and grass, but his aloof and lonely aura was still intact.[
When the fifteen or sixteen-year-old medicine boy saw the person coming from Taniguchi, he happily greeted him.
"Mr. Rong, are you here?" the medicine boy said in surprise.
"Qingyu, how are you doing lately?"
"Haha, it's good, but no one talks to Qingyu. The young master doesn't like to talk. I don't say a word all day long, which makes me talk to myself..." Qingyu talked endlessly.
, while leading the visitor into the valley.
"Well, I guess the young master is sitting on that long wicker chair again, looking at the green mountains and meditating. I don't know what the young master is looking at. He has been looking at the mountains for several years. What is there to see..."
Qingyu kept talking, as if she wanted to pour out all the accumulated words, but Rongzhi didn't speak and listened quietly.
It can't be said that Xianyun Valley is deserted. There are at least two people, a young master and a Qingyu.
Xianyun Valley is very large, and all the way down, only the chirping of birds and Qingyu's voice echoed in the valley, which was particularly clear.
Xianyun Valley is surrounded by mountains on all sides, almost isolated from the world. There are forests of fine trees, birds singing and flowers fragrant in the valley, grass growing, orchids flying, orchids, ripples of blue waves, silk ribbons blowing on the embankments, and the moonlight wind blowing. It is so beautiful.
There is a long wicker chair under the evergreen tree, and a young man sits there. He is wearing a light blue gown. His hair is not long and is tied up casually. When the cool breeze blows, the soft hair will flutter lightly with the wind.
Like crown jade, eyes like bright stars, eyebrows like ink paintings, lush
The evergreen trees blocked the sun, and no light could shine through, but he was still full of splendor, with an arrogant demeanor, transcendent and unconventional, and had nothing to do with the troubles of the world. He looked at the mountains in the distance with an indifferent expression and a silent gaze.
People can peek into his thoughts.
Hearing the sounds of voices and footsteps, he frowned slightly, and then continued to look at the green mountains in the distance.
"Master, Master Rong is here." Qingyu shouted happily.
"Yeah." He responded lightly.
Upon hearing this, Qingyu quickly went into the medicine house to boil the water and brewed a new pot of tea.
Rong Zhi walked under the evergreen tree, sat on a wicker chair on the side, glanced at him and said, "Wushang, long time no see."
Wu Shang then looked at the person and said calmly: "Rong Zhi, you have come all the way here, you can't just say hello to me."
Rong Zhi's expression was a little solemn, and there was a bit of sadness between his brows. He didn't know what to say for a moment. Wu Shang was a person who didn't like to talk. Although he had great medical skills, he was a hard-hearted person.
Qingyu made tea, served Rongzhi a cup of tea, and replaced Wushang's cup of cold tea with new tea.
"Sir, would you like to allow me to have dinner here?" Qingyu asked a little naughtily.[