Chapter 33 Chapter Thirty-Three: Listening to Music on the Lake

There was nothing to say along the way, the three of them headed for the night and traveled very fast, a few days faster than the scheduled itinerary.Ling Biyi discussed with Baishancha, in order to prevent Zhao Guan from being emotionally affected, they decided to detour south from Zhenjiang and Yixing, avoiding Suzhou, and went all the way to the big city of Hangzhou.Yandang Mountain, where Bai Naixian lives in seclusion, is in the southeast of Zhejiang Province, and it is only three or four days' journey south from Hangzhou.The three of them saw that they had plenty of time, and they were afraid that they might miss their destination because of the rush, so they decided to stay overnight in Hangzhou.

After dinner, Bai Shancha went to rest early, and Ling Biyi and Zhao Guan went for a walk in the city together, and came to a tavern near the West Lake.The two drank and laughed at each other in the tavern, very happy.Zhao Guan looked at Ling Biyi, and couldn't help but said: Brother Ling, when I was in Dragon Palace, Sister Fei Fei always boasted to me about how heroic you are, but I half believed it.Now I know she didn't tell me half as much as you did.Ling Biyi said flatly: That's because she thinks highly of me. Zhao Guan was curious and asked, "Brother Ling, are you and Sister Feifei getting close soon?"Ling Biyi smiled slightly, shook his head and said: Not sure.Zhao Guan saw that he didn't seem to want to say more, so he didn't ask any more, thinking: It seems that Brother Ling is not that enthusiastic about Sister Yun, it's useless to waste Sister Fei Fei's obsession with him.I thought again: Sister Fei Fei is not very affectionate to me, but in my conscience, her appearance, temperament, family background and martial arts can be said to be the best choice, and she is worthy of Brother Ling.But I don't know if Brother Ling already has someone else in his heart?Who is that lucky woman?Why did he make a marriage agreement with Sister Fei Fei?

It was almost midnight, Ling Biyi suddenly turned his head, as if he was listening to something.Zhao Guan asked: "What?"Ling Biyi said, "Listen, Xiao Sheng."Zhao Guanjing listened intently, his internal strength was insufficient, and he could only hear a few intermittent sounds.The sound of the flute was approaching slowly, Zhao Guan gradually heard the melody, and felt that the melody was so beautiful and pleasing to the eye;Ling Biyi and Zhao Guan listened intently, the sound of the flute became more and more quiet, deep and exciting, and the two of them could only hear it intoxicated.

At this time, the tavern was about to close, so the two paid the bill and went downstairs, following the sound of the flute.As soon as he came to the lake, the sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and the surrounding area was completely silent, only the sound of the wind blowing on the surface of the lake was left.The two looked into the lake, and there seemed to be a few boats in the distance, but they couldn't see it because of the fog.Suddenly there was a cry of a crane, and it passed through the sky abruptly.The two looked up, but saw a white crane flying across the lake, and when it reached the center of the lake, it suddenly folded its wings and landed on a small boat.The fog on the lake was thick, and one could only vaguely see a person sitting in a small boat with a pipe of flute in his hand, which was placed by his mouth, but made no sound.At this moment, there was a sound of Ding Dong on the shore, and several zither sounds came from the bank.

Ling Biyi's heart trembled, these few zither sounds were filled with profound internal strength, and the person playing the flute was on a boat in the middle of the lake, and the sound of the flute could be clearly transmitted to the shore, obviously it was not easy.Although he has experienced many dangers in the rivers and lakes, the strange situation at this time made him secretly terrified, took a deep breath, and waited intently.Zhao Guan didn't know the danger, he just wanted to hear that intoxicating flute again in a daze. After the sound of the piano, it fell silent again.After a while, a very light and soft flute sound floated out of the water, lingering sadly in the mist, like a desperate widow wandering by the lake and weeping, or like lovers who are about to leave whispering in each other's ears Lingering sorrow.The louder the sound of the flute, the more mournful it became, making one want to kneel down and cry bitterly.Ling Biyi thought of many thoughts in a daze, closed his eyes and listened quietly, and unconsciously shed two lines of tears.Although Zhao Guan was young and cheerful, at this moment he couldn't help but think of his family's ruined situation and nowhere to turn to.

Ling Biyi heard Zhao Guan's shortness of breath suddenly, turned around to look, saw that he had passed out, and reached out to support him in time.Startled in his heart, he hurriedly collected his mind, luck traveled through his body for a long time, and then he felt a little clearer.Going to listen to the sound of the flute again, I was still mournful and full of lingering sorrow, but I couldn't shake my mind.He thought: this person has concentrated the superior internal force in the sound of the flute, so it can make people's minds turbulent.Brother Zhao lacked internal strength and couldn't bear it.He helped Zhao Guan to lie down, stretched out his fingers to feel his pulse, and felt that the pulse was stable, so he was relieved, sat cross-legged, and continued to listen to the sound of the flute.

At this time, the sound of the qin on the shore rang, playing a festive tune, the strings were changing, and the tune was harmonious and joyful. It seemed that there were many children clapping, singing, chasing and playing in front of Ling Biyi. Sitting around for dinner, chatting and laughing happily, there is a happy atmosphere of Chinese New Year.The sound of the piano is also focused on internal strength, and it is not affected by the sound of the flute at all.Ling Biyi was secretly surprised: the sound of the piano is so innocent, as if she doesn't know the word "sorrow" in the world.It's really not easy for this person to still have such a carefree mood under the tragic and mournful flute.At this time, the flute and qin played alternately, one joy and one sorrow, one joy and one bitterness, the two extremes were intertwined and hostile, just like a master's fight.

Ling Biyi heard that the two sides were evenly matched, and secretly admired the skills of the two, and secretly called out: "If I hadn't collected my mind just now and controlled myself with my internal strength, I would have gone crazy when I suddenly heard this happy and sad music." . After another cup of tea, Qinxiao gradually weakened, obviously both of them began to feel tired.Ling Biyi thought to himself: These two must be masters in the world, to be able to compete in internal strength with the qin and flute like this.This is the critical moment of the competition, it sounds like both of them are exhausted, if it continues, one of them will suffer internal injuries.Feeling sorry for each other, he took a deep breath and let out a long howl, which was peaceful and spread far to the surface of the lake.The qin and flute each paused slightly, and the fighting spirit retreated suddenly. Under Ling Biyi's whistling, it gradually became neutralized.

Ling Biyi also stopped whistling and stood up.But seeing the small boat in the lake slowly swinging towards, the old man stood on the boatway with a flute in his hand, and shouted: "Two friends, please get on the boat and have a brief talk." An old voice on the shore let out a long laugh, and said, "Old Songhe, where did you find such a brilliant friend who hides to help you out?"But I saw a figure jumping out from the shore and standing on the boat, under the moonlight, I could see that it was a short old man with white hair and beard, holding a Yaoqin in his hand.The old man in the boat said: I didn't find anyone to help.I don't know this person, but it sounds like someone from Tiger Roaring Villa.

Seeing that he was able to deduce his background from the howling, Ling Biyi was very surprised, and immediately walked to the shore, and said in a loud voice: Boy Ling Biyi, please forgive me for disturbing the two seniors. The old man holding the piano smiled and said: I don't know who it is, it turned out to be Ling Xiao's eldest son.Hey, little boy, let's get on board and have a glass of wine.Ling Biyi smiled and said: "I accept the invitation of the old man, and the boy will obey."He stretched out his arms to hug Zhao Guan, and jumped onto the boat. When I got on the boat, I saw that the old man holding the flute was wrinkled, with a hooked nose and eagle eyes. Although he was old, his appearance was still very fierce.The white crane he had seen just stood on his own feet, folded his wings and stood behind him, staring at the visitor.The old man Baoqin is short and fat, with white hair and red face, big head and broad face, narrow eyes and wide mouth, with a benevolent and kind appearance.Both of them seem to be in their 70s or 80s, but they are hale and hearty, and it is obvious at a glance that they are masters of the inner family.Ling Biyi bowed to the two elders and said: Ling Biyi pays homage to the two seniors.I have little knowledge, what do you call the two seniors?

The old man holding the piano smiled and said: You are welcome, little friend Ling.Old man Kangzheng, I am old friends with your grand master Yang.This is Mr. Songhe from West Lake, his cousin.It was only then that Ling Biyi realized that the old man playing the piano was Kang Zheng, one of the nine elders, and both of them were figures of his ancestors, so he respectfully paid respect to them. Songhe always invited the two of them to enter the Zhou Peng.The tent is very spacious, with a square table in the middle, four mats, and an oil lamp on the table.The two elders sat down, and Ling Biyi also sat down on the table, putting Zhao Guan beside him.Song He asked: "What's wrong with this child?"Ling Biyi said: This is a friend of the junior.His skill was still weak, and he couldn't resist the music of the two of them, so he passed out.Old Songhe said: If that's the case, let him sleep for a while, so as not to suffer internal injuries.Called to the back cabin: Lao Qiu, fetch some wine. There was only one person in the back cabin, and after a short while, a tall, thin old man with the appearance of a slender man came in and brought a jug of wine and a few plates of peanut snacks to go with the wine.The old Songhe said: "Today is looking at the sun, and the moonlight is just right. You row the boat to the edge of the emerald embankment, and let's go to watch the moon."Lao Qiu agreed, walked back to the back end, and slowly swung the boat towards the lake with a pole. Kang Zheng laughed and said: Brother Songhe, we haven't seen each other for seven or eight years, I didn't expect your flute skills to improve so much.Songhe smiled and said: "This time we have a competition, we are still evenly matched.Kangzheng said: In addition, little brother Ling whistled to add to the fun, our fight on the lake tonight is really exciting.Ling Biyi said: "The younger generation made random noises and disturbed the senior, please forgive me."Kangzheng shook his head and said: "What forgiveness but not forgiveness?"We should also thank you.If you hadn't spoken out to block each other, our brothers would have been fighting happily, and if we couldn't stop, we might have suffered internal injuries.Ling Biyi said: Don't dare.The juniors can enjoy the music of the seniors and feast their ears, which really benefits them a lot. Songhe looked at him and said: "You have such an attainment of internal strength at such a young age, it's really not easy."As he spoke, he poured three glasses of wine, raised his glass and said, "I would like to offer you a toast."Ling Biyi thanked her and drank it all in one gulp.