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Volume 2: The Road to Immortality is Endless Chapter 168: The sound of the piano sings, a friend comes from afar

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    Today's Gujing Village is no longer what it used to be. It is no longer the remote and poor mountain village it used to be.  Since Mo Fei moved here, various changes that have occurred unintentionally due to his cultivation have made this small village hidden at the foot of Daqing Mountain become particularly unique.  Although it is late autumn, the vegetation has not withered or withered. The entire foot of the green mountain is still lush and green.  It is the time of day when the birds return to their nests, and the entire Gujing Village is shrouded in a golden sunset.  The sunset of the west mountains flies, and the fire burning the clouds in the sky is red, and the village of Gujing Village seems to be inlaid with a dazzling Phnom Penh.  Under the setting sun, the tall and powerful trees looked more and more concentrated.  Birds were chirping, flying back from all over, standing on the branches, calling to friends, their chirping sounds pouring out among the green leaves, as if they were sharing the day's experiences with each other.  The old locust tree at the entrance of the village seems to be thicker. Its lush branches and leaves cover the sky and the sun, like a canopy.  After dinner, Mr. Zhao Wu and Mr. Wang Sanpao gathered under the old locust tree as usual, chatting happily and leisurely.  Occasionally, one or two tourists stroll along the paths of the mountain village. While being attracted by the scenery that is completely different from that of Gujing Village from other places, they are also immersed in the tranquility and tranquility unique to this mountain village.  At the foot of Daqing Mountain, in a small courtyard surrounded by flowers and trees, there was a melodious sound of the guqin, like the sound of a mountain stream or a ringing bell.  The ethereal sound reminds people of the orchid in the valley; the ancient sound is like the wind blowing among the colorful clouds.  The sound of the piano conveys a true meaning of indifference, tranquility, and nature, making the listener feel at ease, forget about the worldly world, and immerse in the touching beauty of the music outlined by the sound of the piano.  After the song, several high-fives sounded in the courtyard.  Mr. Zhou, who had white hair and a rosy complexion, laughed and said, "Boy Mo, you play the guqin really well. Even a person like me who doesn't understand music is attracted by it and seems to feel a little calmer."  Mr. Zhou sat on the stone bench under the grape trellis.  A small red peat stove sits in the middle of the stone table.  The mountain spring water in the clay pot is boiling, and the milky white water vapor is floating in the small courtyard.  Mr. Zhou holds the teapot in his hand, and his movements are neither fast nor slow, slow and orderly. During the turning point, it is like a Tai Chi hug. The water flow vibrates in the tea cup, jumping sonorously, and the tea is washed like a war drum beating the knot, with a strong wind and bone.  This old man is like a warrior, with a strong and sincere temperament. Even during the tea ceremony, it is like fighting on a battlefield, which makes people feel solemn and majestic out of thin air.  On the long table under the clumps of young bamboos in front of the window in the courtyard, there is a guqin with a thick shape and a slightly rounded head.  There is a small incense burner placed in front of the guqin, and the curls of cigarette smoke rise from the burner, which matches the ancient sound of the guqin, adding a bit of leisurely comfort.  After the song, Mo Fei stood up, walked to the stone table under the grape trellis, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou gave me a compliment, but it was just to lighten my mood, Xiao Daoer." "Xiao Mo, don't be humble. Just now.  When I was at the foot of the mountain, I heard the continuous sound of the piano in the courtyard, like the sound of flowing water in the mountains, like pearls falling on a jade plate. Such exquisite piano skills are really rare!  The door creaked and someone pushed it open from the outside. Several elderly men stepped in. It was the leader who spoke.  When Mo Fei looked up, he saw that they were all old acquaintances. The visitors were the old experts of traditional Chinese medicine whom Mo Fei met when he attended a medical exchange meeting in Jinghua City.  The person who praised Mo Fei¡¯s qin art was Mr. Zhang Zhongjing, the great master of Chinese traditional medicine.  Behind him were Mr. Li Ke, a famous figure in Jin Province, and others. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? off  For these elderly people who regard medicine as their life, what is more important than improving their own medical skills.  Several old Chinese doctors headed by Zhang Zhongjing discussed it and decided that we should go to Gujing Village together.  Several old men have also heard of the reputation of Gujing Village. In the past six months, supernatural phenomena have appeared frequently, and several people are also curious.  Where such strange people like Xiao Mo live in seclusion, it must be a place with beautiful mountains and rivers. Not only can you enjoy the scenery, but you can also improve your medical skills, which is not a pleasure.  In this way, several old men came together.  From this point of view, the reputation is indeed well-deserved, just like this evening, the sunset, the cottage, the smoke, the small temple with a corner of glazed tiles exposed in the green shade, the birds returning at night, the old cattle leisurely at the entrance of the village, and those who are walking in the village.  The little kid running around in it is as beautiful as a painting.  As soon as a few people arrived, they were deeply attracted.  After dinner, I took a walk and when I reached the foot of the mountain, I heard a burst ofThe clear music of the piano came from the small courtyard. Everyone was happy and knew that Mo Fei was back, so they pushed the door open and entered.  "What Mr. Zhang said is true. The sound of the piano is really wonderful. The ancient poem says: The clearness and tranquility come from the nature of the wood, and tranquility follows the human heart. The heart accumulates peace, and the wood should be the right sound. The sound of the piano, little friend, is clear, elegant, peaceful, and peaceful.  Naturally, one can see the indifferent nature of his mind. As the saying goes, "Leaning on the piano and watching the cranes dance, shaking the fan to attract the fragrance of the tung trees, this is a leisurely pleasure that even an old man would envy." The person who spoke was none other than Mr. Lu Xiuyuan.  Murphy and this old gentleman also had a double relationship.  The first time was when Mr. Lu of Gujing Village presented the calligraphy, and the second time was at the calligraphy and painting exhibition of Jinghua University. Unexpectedly, this old man also came to Gujing Village with Zhang Zhongjing and others.  (To be continued.)
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