Chapter 790: The person holding the hairpin is not injured? It is extremely insulting!
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."
Du Shuqing held the special Yunmeng Order in his hand, and constantly injected spiritual energy. A bronze long sword was floating above his head, and two swords of one person seemed to have some connection.
Hearing this, Du Shuqing nodded without opening his eyes.
Above their heads, Wei Shaoqi was holding a scroll of the Peach Blossom Spring, with big sleeves flying, quietly closing his eyes, which was somewhat similar to the girl in the palace dress on a high platform.
Wu Daozi raised his head with his hands behind his back and squinted his eyes at Wei Shaoqi.
Yuan Huaimin, who was a little transparent person, reached out and touched his arms, and couldn't help but say to the old man:
"What did Mr. Wu just do? When will he bring Qiuniang and Lianghan?"
Wu Daozi came back to his senses, said "Yeah", turned his head to look at the picture of the double peaks in front of him, as if he was looking for it, but the old painter was obviously absent-minded. As he searched, his eyes still fell on him.
The picture is on the figure of an old man playing the piano in the bamboo courtyard of the bamboo forest on the north bank.
He suddenly said, "Let me come and see him off later."
Yuan Huaimin was puzzled.
Du Shuqing said nothing and just nodded.
At this moment, in the main cave.
Yi Qianqiu, Wei Wu and others, who were originally like falling from an ice cave, heard the familiar sound of the piano and showed joy on their faces.
This time, the sound of the piano became even more melodious, and golden light emerged from the Buddhist beads in the sleeves of Yi Qianqiu and others, covering them, as was the figure of Rong Zhen on the platform.
In the sound of the piano, golden light spreads, gradually covering the high platform and the Donglin Buddha...
The injured white dragon, full of dark bronze body, was also undergoing strange changes at this time, and a colorful halo of spiritual energy was flowing out, including blue, red and purple... It seemed to be injected with vitality again.
The white dragon seemed to be energetic and became more and more lively. Its tail swept across the platform, and the ferocious dragon head crashed towards the Donglin Buddha at the same time.
"Boom--!"
After a loud bang, the white dragon passed through the platform and the Buddha, and hit the cliff behind it. The earth was shaken for a moment, and many people on the edge of the cliff were overturned.
However, the sound of the piano was covered with a layer of light gold-edged high platform and the Donglin Buddha, and were not injured.
The same is true for Yi Qianqiu, Wei Wu and others who hold Buddhist beads.
They also began to hide on the high platform and guard the tightly closed palace girl.
"Cry!"
The white dragon roared for a long time, without any discouragement, and rushed to the high platform and the Buddha again.
However, Yi Qianqiu and others gradually discovered that the golden light on their bodies was lost with time and the number of attacks on the white dragon increased, making them fading.
It's like it's about to disappear.
Yi Qianqiu and others' thoughts were sank.
The white dragon could no longer stop it and was raging in front of him.
Yi Qianqiu turned his head and looked into the air.
In that cloud, Madam Song and Xue Zhongzhu were still fighting.
However, it seems that Madam Song was seriously injured, but Xue Zhongzhu became more and more brave as she fought, which is not a good sign.
The Zhenxian Princess on the high platform still closed her eyes.
She was fighting with the middle-aged scholar on the South Peak in the distance.
The two of them didn't know where to fight or what was going on.
Yi Qianqiu could only see the girl in the palace dress gradually frowning.
All the energy of the Donglin Buddha formation was involved in Wei Shaoqi.
Yi Qianqiu glanced at Wei Wu next to him. The King of Wei, who was wearing groom costume, had no expression on his face. He was looking at the situation on the field like her, with a serious and gloomy eyes.
Perhaps because he noticed Yi Qianqiu's gaze, Wei Wu turned his head, and the two looked at each other for a moment, and the latter forced a smile:
"Commander Yi, don't worry, the situation may not be as bad as we thought. Now we have resisted the offensive. In addition, the princess is still preparing some backup... or not, our Wei Prince's Mansion is still prepared..."
Just as Wei Wu was reluctant to comfort him, the rich clouds and mist in the sky suddenly exploded.
Madam Song flew out and landed on the high platform. A Han-made palace lantern fell at her feet with a "clang", and the purple-gold palace skirt was as broken as rags.
Fortunately, Jin Guang accommodated her and temporarily protected her.
Looking at Madam Song returning in a mess, Wei Wu choked and looked ugly, and Yi Qianqiu and others looked a little shocked.
The strength of this Yunmeng Great Queen has improved so quickly? It seems that it was not so exaggerated when the Xingzi Lake Big Buddha incident last time.
The hearts of everyone on the platform gradually became cold.
The candle in the snow walked out of the gradually dissipating clouds and mist indifferently, stood on the head of the white dragon, and injected purple air into its bronze body.
With the blessing of the purple qi of the top-grade Qi Refiner, the white dragon flew directly in the air, like a dragon turning into a dragon, flying over the clouds and fog, looking down at everyone.
When approaching the dome, the puppet white dragon seemed to dislike the space of the main cave too small, and his head impatiently confronted the top of the lower cave. Many cracks appeared on the lotus stone carvings on the ceiling, including the circle of inscriptions, and shaking them.
Want to be broken.
Rong Zhen was closing his eyes and holding the white jade Buddhist beads. When he heard the movement, he suddenly opened his eyes.
She first made a quick gesture, stabilized the shaking formation, and then, her originally tightly pursed pink lips spit out blood... It seemed that she suddenly escaped from the fight between [Emperor Wen] and [Wan Shi].
"Get out of here! Don't touch it!"
Rong Zhen's lips were bleeding, but she was hoarse and screaming, and she didn't care about it. Her petite body suddenly rose into the air. With the help of the Buddha behind her as her foothold, she jumped continuously on its body and rushed to the dome of the cave.
Everyone in the audience looked at her petite figure like a moth to the flame in shock.
In a hurry, the Zhenxian Princess directly escaped from the protection of the golden light and tried her best to protect the lotus stone carvings.
The tall blonde beard was behind her hands, and her eyes were cold to look at the scene. The white dragon under her feet opened her bloody mouth as soon as possible and wanted to swallow the dead girl in one bite.
But the next second, Bai Jiao immediately closed his mouth.
The long sword hanging beside the snow-crawler flew out with a "swoosh" sound, as fast as lightning, but deliberately avoided the sword edge and hit Rong Zhen's abdomen with only the hilt of the sword, knocking away the crazy girl in the palace dress and bloody throat.
Splashed out and fell back to the platform as usual.
Yi Qianqiu, Madam Song and others rushed to catch her petite purple skirt.
At this time, Rong Zhen and everyone on the high platform heard a stiff and elegant speech from the great lady from above:
"There is an emerald hairpin. I have promised the seventh junior sister that I won't kill you for the time being."
Everyone looked sideways and saw the girl in the palace dress having a slightly crooked temple at this time, and an emerald hairpin was inserted diagonally on it.
Under the gaze of everyone, Rong Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't know what he thought of, and a stunning little face suddenly became furious.