The weather in June is like a fire.
The young Ye Huangjue sat in the weeds, fishing for wild carp in the pond.
Ye Huangjue's family was poor since childhood, and his father worked all day and could only feed himself. When Ye Huangjue was four or five years old, he helped others to herd cattle, and he knew the difficulties of his family, so when he herded cattle, he would fish to sell and subsidize the family.
One afternoon, the blue sky was suddenly full of fish-scaled clouds, and it was not long before the wind and rain came together, and the river was flat. Ye Huangjue had nowhere to hide from the rain, so he simply picked a lotus leaf and put it on his head to enjoy the rain scene.
After half an hour, the wind stopped and the rain stopped. The lotus flowers are washed by rain and are dazzlingly clean. Reflecting the rainbow in the sky, the beauty was unbelievable, Ye Huangjue looked at it for a long time and couldn't bear to leave.
When Ye Huangjue was selling fish at the market, he found that someone was selling lotus flower charts, and the price was much higher than his fish. Looking at the painter holding a large string of green money, Ye Huangjue swallowed. For the first time, he used the money from the sale of fish to buy gouache ink paper.
Ye Huangjue learned to paint lotus flowers, at first it was not like, but in the past few years, Ye Huangjue's painting of lotus flowers was only one more piece of paper than the lotus flowers in the lotus pond.
He was nervous and took the lotus flower diagram to the market, but he was snatched up. Looking at the heavy green money in his hand, Ye Huangjue's confidence increased greatly, and after a few days, he painted lotus flowers to sell, and found that someone was looking forward to it. Later, people came to buy paintings, and some people paid deposits in advance.
The ye family's situation has also changed greatly, Ye Huangjue is still going to herd cattle when he has spare time, and people secretly laugh, "Although I can paint a few boneless lotus flowers, I am still a cattle herder in my bones!" Ye Huangjue only smiled and did not explain.
Ye Huangjue herded cattle, which did not hinder his reputation, and it became bigger and bigger. One day, Hu Chengyan, a large local household, sent someone to send an invitation to Ye Huangjue, saying that he had built a new garden, which would open ten days later, and invited him to participate.
Hu Chengyan himself did not learn no skills, but gave birth to two sons, who were full of knowledge, all of whom were officials in the official government, relying on the power of their sons, Hu Chengyan acted recklessly, and his notoriety spread far and wide. He likes to build a lot of civil engineering, bricks and tiles, rarely spends money to buy, and when he sees that the villagers' houses are suitable, he forcibly demolishes them and transports them away.
Ye Huangjue did not like to socialize, and even more disdainful of Hu Chengyan as a person, so he politely refused, and the people who came laughed, "The old man ordered, Mr. Ye must be present, I heard that you are a master of painting boneless lotus flowers, and the old man also wants to ask you to give you a painting." Ye Huangjue became more and more disgusted.
Seeing that the time was approaching, Ye Huangjue was anxious and had no intention of painting. Some people came to the door to ask for paintings, but They were all rejected by Ye Huangjue.
Ye Huangjue heard people say that dozens of miles away, there were many lotus flowers blooming. I went to see it. In the crowd of lotus viewing, there was a white-clad teenager, carrying a slender silk bag, with an extraordinary temperament, a high and cold face, everyone faced all kinds of lotus flowers, all kinds of praise words came out frequently, and the teenager only nodded occasionally and did not say a word.
Not wanting to be born in the southeast, Ye Huangjue had experience, so he went to the pavilion in advance to hide from the rain. The white-clad teenagers were sheltering from the rain under the gazebo, and everyone whispered. There was a seven- or eight-year-old child who took a pipe of bamboo flute and blew it in a mess, and everyone looked sideways.
The white-clad teenager smiled, opened the silk bag, took out a Xiangfei bamboo flute, and played it. The sound of the flute was melodious, and the crowd applauded. The white-clad teenager was very proud, and the little child looked surprised and said to the white-clad teenager, "Your ability to play the flute is very clever, can you point it out to me?" ”
The white-clad boy shook his head, "Playing the flute needs talent, your understanding is too poor, you can't teach it at all." "The little ones were very disappointed. There was an old man in green clothes in the crowd, who heard this and snorted coldly. The expression was very dismissive. The white-clad boy said to the old man, "Do you know how to play the flute too?" Am I blowing badly? ”
The old man in green clothes smiled and said, "It's just audible, and it's still far from reaching the peak." Fortunately, you didn't teach the child, and there was no harm. The white-clad teenager sneered, "It seems that you are also a master, can you play a song and let me learn it?" The old man in green clothes waved his hand and said, "The blowing is to make yourself feel happy, how can it be used to compete for a short and long time?" ”
The white-clad youth sneered, "I really admire the old gentleman, obviously he can't play it, and he said it so grandly." The old man clapped his hands, smiled, and said, "I don't have a flute with me, how do I play it?" The young man handed over the Xiangfei Bamboo Flute and sneered, "This flute of mine was made by Lv Huangzhong, the Holy Hand of Tianyue Fang, and it cost thirty-two pieces of silver just by hand, and I lent it to you today." ”
The old man in green clothes took the flute, glanced at it a few times, and said, "Lü Huangzhong is getting less and less serious!" Such a residue also dares to take it out to cheat money. The young man sneered, "How many such residues are there, old man?" The old man shook his head and said, "Such a residue, give me money, will not be collected." ”
The white-clad youth sneered, "If the old man has money, he will first buy good clothes, this green coat is really too torn." ”
At this moment, a little boy dressed in red, holding an oil-paper umbrella, hurriedly ran to the old man in green clothes, bowed down and saluted, "I have taken what sir wants." "Open the brocade box he is carrying, take out a flute made of jade and hand it to the old man."
The old man in green clothes brought the flute to his lips and blew it gently, and this time alone, it made people's eyes light up, much stronger than the teenager.
Ye Huangjue did not understand music theory, but also listened to the spirit of the spirit, in the end, the music was extremely high, obviously can not be higher, but the old man played non-stop, gently ingenious, and raised a few degrees, his whole soul, also with the flute rotation straight up, the flute suddenly stopped. Ye Huangjue seemed to be falling from the Nine Heavens, and his heart was fluttering.
The white-clad young man looked miserable and bowed to the old man in green clothes, "Your skills are a hundred times stronger than mine, just now the boy is abrupt, please forgive the old man." Allow me to look at your flute. The old man in green clothes smiled and handed the flute to the white-clad teenager, who tried to play it, but could not make any sound. His face became even more ugly.
At some point, the wind and rain outside stopped, and the old man took back the flute, handed it to the little boy in red, turned and left.
The white-clad teenager said loudly, "In the lower Luzhou Jiang Baiyue, please ask the old gentleman's noble surname and high name?" The little boy in red turned around and said crisply, "My family's lord's surname is Lu..." The old man in green coughed softly, and the little boy in red stopped talking, followed the old man, and disappeared into the distance.
Jiang Baiyue had no intention of appreciating the lotus and also left.
Ye Huangjue just returned home, Hu Chengyan's family came to visit again, smiled and said, "The old man specially instructed, let the villain remind Mr. Again, tomorrow is a good day to open the garden, the old man invited many celebrities, please Sir must go." Ye Huangjue's mind was even more bored, and he didn't eat, so he fell asleep on his head.
In the afternoon, Ye Huangjue was awakened by a cry, and was about to go out to check the end, when his father shook his head and entered the door, sighing and saying, "Hu Chengyan demolished the beams of the House of the Golden Widow in the East of the Village a few days ago, and just now there was a heavy rain, the house collapsed, and the son of the Golden Widow was smashed to death. ”
Ye Huangjue followed with a sigh, facing the sky on his back, lying on the bed, looking at the beam of the room, and the cry of the golden widow was always lingering in his ears. The golden widow was really pitiful, her husband's bones were not cold, her only son died, and the rest of the time did not know how to live.
The next morning, the Hu family's subordinates did indeed drive an ox cart to pick up Ye Huangjue. Ye Huangjue said coldly, "I am poor, and I can't sit in an ox cart." Ignoring the Hu family's subordinates, he walked towards the Hu family.
When passing by the door of the Golden Widow's house, Ye Huangjue put a small bag of silver at the door and said softly, "Sister-in-law, there is some silver here, you take it to the emergency, buy a coffin for your son, go into the ground for safety, the rest of the money, repair the house, although the people are gone, the life still has to go on." ”
The onlookers sighed, "The Ye family really has money, but this bag of silver, I don't know how many lotus flowers to draw, in order to earn it back?" Some people also pointed in the direction of Hu Chengyan's family and whispered, "Climb that big tree, making money is not a blink of an eye?" Someone snorted again and said, "Who can make money in the Hu family?" The land god of the Hu family, the skin is thinner than other families! ”
The Hu family was full of high-ranking friends, and the rural celebrities arrived, Ye Huangjue was even more depressed, wrote a hanging green money gift money, and wanted to leave. Partial Hu Chengyan looked up to him extremely highly, put it in a conspicuous position, and could not get out. The crowd gave generous gifts. Ringing in the ears, all words of praise.
During the period, an old man shouted: "Congratulations to Mrs. Hu for opening the garden, willing to play the flute for the old lady." Ye Huangjue heard the familiar voice, it was the old man in green clothes he had met earlier, and today he was wearing a new dress, but he did not see the little boy in red.
Hu Chengyan said loudly, "What are you?" Why did you come to me? Ye Huangjue did not want the old man to be ugly, and smiled at Hu Chengyan, "This is an old friend of mine, the flute is excellent, you may wish to listen to it." ”
Hu Chengyan nodded and smiled, "It turned out to be Ye Gongzi's friend, as long as you blow well, I can't help but reward you with a lot of silver!" ”
The old man took out a white jade flute and played it on the spot, and the flute sound was long and low, which made people intoxicated. The crowd followed the melody, shaking their heads, and the flute suddenly rose, obviously from the flute, but it seemed to come from the sky. A wisp of sound was raised to a great height, and it was not broken, and the crowd was terrified to hear it.
The old man suddenly puffed his lips and blew, and the sound that was originally ethereal in the high sky suddenly fell sharply and exploded in the ears of everyone! Hu Chengyan suddenly shouted and fell down from his chair, and everyone rushed forward to help him up, but found that he was unconscious.
Ye Huangjue let out a long breath and left the Hu family in chaos. When passing in front of the Golden Widow's door, he stopped deliberately and said loudly to the people outside the courtyard, "Hu Dahu is suffering from an acute illness, and I am still hungry!" People squinted at him and no one responded.
As they spoke, several doctors hurried toward the Hu family compound.
In the next few days, the Hu family gathered famous doctors, but they were all helpless. Hu Chengyan looked unmarked, but his consciousness was blurred, and he seemed to have been caught in the evil spirit. Ordinary medicine, helpless.
Four days later, the Hu family hung up on the white, and the sound of screams spread throughout the four fields, and Hu Chengyan died.
That night, many villagers secretly played wine to celebrate, Ye Huangjue's father was rarely drunk, Ye Huangjue did not drink, walked around the courtyard several times, and the mood was extremely difficult to calm.
When Ye Huangjue was seventeen years old, he went out on a trip and listened to a Mr. He talk about the means of killing people in the rivers and lakes, which were different. Sword poisons are extremely common, and there are some extraordinary means, which are refreshing to say. For example, the lord of the Three Absolute Valleys in Yunnan, who uses worms to kill people, bashu Tangmen, is famous for its dark weapons.
Mr. He patted the shocked TangMu and said, The most powerful thing is Mr. Wu Da, with a Yaoqin, facing the siege of the Seven Flames of Qiang Dong, gently twisting and slowly twisting and provoking, with the Gongshang Horn Zhengyu Wuyin, killing five of the seven people, the remaining two, turning to escape, Mr. Wu Da burst out with the piano, the left hand gently pressed, crushing the top of the sixth xuan's head. At this time, the last person was already outside the three zhangs. Mr. Wu Da threw out the Yaoqin and broke through the man's back.
Ye Huangjue listened to him speak in a thrilling way, and couldn't help but breathe tightly, until this time, he let out a breath.
Suddenly, someone shouted, "Mr. He, you are lying to us!" Music can kill people, then Mr. Wu Da, also heard the music, but why live well? At that time, so many people, why did they die alone? ”
Mr. He gently returned to Xingmu and said with a smile, "This is exactly what Mr. Wu Da is strong, he can control the music and music, so as not to kill innocents indiscriminately, other people's affairs are indeed hearsay, but Mr. Wu Da's single-handed effort to kill Tong Tong Qixu is something I witnessed with my own eyes, and I also had the honor of sitting with him and having a drink." ”
Seeing that Mr. He was leaving, Ye Huangjue stopped him, invited him to drink tea, and ordered a few plates of snacks, and Mr. He gave his hand in thanks. "In the next just a jianghu artist, it is not worth the gongzi so." If the prince has something to ask, please tell me. Ye Huangjue said with a smile, "Mr. Went south and north, and he was well informed, but did you ever know that there is an old man surnamed Lu who is good at playing the white jade flute?" ”
Mr. He pondered for a long time before he said, "Although I say that I am in charge of the rivers and lakes, I am not a person in the rivers and lakes. I was not impressed by the man the prince asked. Ye Huangjue sighed, slightly disappointed, and after a while, Mr. He suddenly said, "I do remember that there was a young man named Lü Qinghou who was good at playing the flute, but it was just an ordinary bamboo flute, not a white jade flute." ”
Ye Huangjue nodded slightly, and Mr. He said, "Time is long, I can't remember clearly, for decades, in the vicissitudes of the sea, I have seen too many people in the rivers and lakes, how can I remember too much, this Lu Qinghou, can remember him, only because his flute is very good." When I first heard it, I was amazed that the heavens, the laymen of the world, how did I blow such a wonderful song? ”
Seeing that it was not early, Mr. He thanked Ye Huangjue for his hospitality and left.
Ye Huangjue returned to the guest house, listened to the guy said, here is a garden, planted a large number of lotus flowers, now in full bloom, many people went to watch, Ye Huangjue moved his mind, the next day asked the road, to the lotus garden.
The lotus garden was crowded, and there were a few paintings of boneless lotus flowers, which attracted many people to watch, including a young man in red, the largest number of onlookers, and every time he painted a picture, someone bid to buy it. Ye Huangjue stood next to him for a long time, as if he had seen himself at that time.
He took out more than a dozen green coins and bought one, and the red-clad teenager was stunned and got up to thank him. "I'm just starting out, and the young master can give me five green coins." Ye Huangjue smiled, "It is already very rare for a lotus flower to be painted like this. Give you a dozen coins, right for you for this price. Suddenly, an old man stood up, pointed at Ye Huangjue, and said to the red-clad teenager, "Young Master Ye is a master of painting lotuses, and you must not miss the opportunity to ask for advice." ”
Ye Huangjue looked back and saw the old man in green clothes, looking at himself not far away. After many years of not seeing, the old man's face was the same as it was then, and there was no change in the slightest.
He looked at the young man who painted the lotus again, and there was still a faint charm of the little boy in red between his eyebrows. Ye Huangjue smiled, "You know me, but I don't know you. The old man laughed, "Mr. Storyteller yesterday, didn't you say enough?" ”
Ye Huangjue was stunned, it turned out that everything was in the hands of the old man.
The old man in green clothes pointed at the young man and said with a smile, "This son's name is Shen Qianhuai, because he loves to wear red clothes, he is known as Shen Hongyi." I started learning to play the flute with me, and since that time I saw your painting, I have concentrated on painting lotus flowers. ”
Ye Huangjue smiled, "This is not the place to talk, I do the east, please sir drink tea." The old man in green clothes laughed and said, "I should ask you, thank you for pointing out Shen Hongyi's painting of lotus!" ”
When the three of them left the Lotus Garden and passed through a long street, suddenly four people blocked the way, and the first one was rounded, and said to the old man in green clothes, "Four Immortals of Taihu Lake, ask Old Master Lu for advice on the White Jade Soul Hunting Flute." Shen Hongyi smiled, "You four-headed ghosts, the ghosts are not scattered, chased us for a long time, really think we are afraid of you?" ”
Yuan Huabo, who was round in stature, laughed coldly, "What Lü Qinghou relies on is the flute chasing the soul, and our brother will not give him the opportunity to play the flute today!" He took a step forward, his whole body skeletal joints exploded, and sneered, "Lü Qinghou, when you were outside the Taihu Lake Bibo Hall, you killed our leading big brother with a flute sound, did you think that this matter was so calculated?" ”
The old man in green clothes laughed, "You took the lead in turning the dragon into a dragon in Taihu Lake, doing evil, harming the fishermen on Taihu Lake and passing merchant ships, I should have died a long time ago, I only killed him and left you, not because I didn't have enough skill, but because I had a good thought, I always felt that the first evil must be eliminated, and I didn't want you to be obsessed with it, and I didn't want you to be obsessed with it and send you to your door to die." ”
Ye Huangjue said loudly, "What are you?" Dare to kill people in long street, is there any royal law? ”
Yuan Huabo laughed, "In my brother's eyes, if there is a royal law, he will not do a U-turn business!" Where are you a nerd, talking so funny! ”
Shen Hongyi suddenly rushed forward, as fast as a shock, a punch hit Yuan Huabo's chest, and his whole body flew backwards, crashing into the wall, and slowly landed on the ground. Yuan Huabo caressed his chest with his hands, his brows furrowed, and then he let out a wow and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Shen Hongyi said coldly, "Do you really think that my master can only play the flute?" ”
The other three people drew their swords at the same time and rushed up, Shen Hongyi quickly stepped forward, shooting with both hands, grabbing the steel knives of the first two people, and casually inserting them into the wall next to them, reaching the handle of the knife. Then two kicks in a row hit both knees. The third person turned his head and ran, Shen Hongyi took off his shoes, threw them casually, hit the back of the man's head, the man fell forward, crashed into the wall, banged, and fainted.
Ye Huangjue looked dazzled and shouted loudly.
The old man in green clothes grabbed Ye Huangjue, turned his head and hurried away, and whispered, "I can't please you today, I can't blame me, I only blame my disciple, he only cares about his hands and feet!" But it delayed the worship of the master! Shen Hongyi blinked and suddenly shouted, "Go to the official!" These four people on the ground are all thieves arrested by the government! ”
Ye Huangjue approached the old man and whispered, "There is one thing that I have never understood, how did Hu Chengyan die back then?" Did you kill with a flute sound? ”
The old man in green clothes laughed, "I said yes, what about you, said no, how are you?" After a pause, the old man in green clothes continued, "I know a good place, there are ten acres of lotus ponds, seven miles of peach blossoms, do you want to go?" Ye Huangjue nodded, "Of course I want to go!" ”
Lü Qinghou did not tell a lie, the peach blossoms in the seven miles had been defeated, the ten acres of lotus flowers were blooming, and the best thing was that there were three huts and a full courtyard breeze. Ye Huangjue laughed, "If you knew there was such a place, why did you go down to Jiangnan!" ”
Ye Huangjue lived here for half a month, in addition to pointing out Shen Hongyi painting lotus, is to ask Lü Qinghou for some lessons about the jianghu palm, Lü Qinghou carefully told, sometimes Ye Huangjue will ask about Lü Qinghou's past, Lü Qinghou smiled slightly, only said that he was a Guangling person, the rest did not say much, the past all remained in the bottom of his heart, such as the wind blowing the water surface of the lotus pond, after no trace.
One evening, when the remnants of the sun were in the sky, Ye Huangjue and Lü Qinghou raised a glass to drink. Lü Qinghou was slightly drunk and muttered to himself, "Right or wrong, I just have to do it, wrong and good, leave it to posterity to comment." Call me Guangling Flute Devil or Flute Man, I don't care about it. Ye Huangjue was already drunk, blushing like a lotus flower.
Many years later, Ye Huangjue was in Lingnan, saw someone selling lotus flower drawings, moving pens to color, like his own wind bones, he came to visit, the owner hurriedly picked up, it was Shen Hongyi at that time. He smiled and said, "Without the guidance of the prince, there would be no me now!" ”
Ye Huangjue smiled, "When you didn't draw lotus flowers, you still lived a dashing life." Shen Hongyi looked solemn and said, "It can't be the same, Master said that Wu Yong can only be for a while, but he can't be a lifetime, playing the flute is just a small skill to entertain people, although he can also make a living, compared to it, it is more secure to paint." ”
Ye Huangjue asked about the whereabouts of Lü Qinghou, and Shen Hongyi was speechless for a long time before he said, "The day after the prince left, Master also left, he didn't say where to go, and I didn't dare to ask." Ye Huangjue said, "Old man's flute, how much have you learned?" ”
Shen Hongyi picked up the flute and played it, Ye Huangjue shook his head, "At first glance, my heart yearns for it, but the taste of the delicacy is much worse." Shen Hongyi sighed and said, "Master once said that blowing can be taught, but the method of subtle luck cannot be taught, and can only tell you the truth and figure it out for yourself." ’
Ye Huangjue nodded, "I don't know how to play, but I know how to draw lotuses, and I understand very well what your master said, just like painting lotuses, I have already given them to each other, but the lotus flowers you paint have their own charm." He sighed and said, "It's a pity that the sound of The gentleman's murderous flute has not been passed down." ”
Shen Hongyi suddenly asked, "Is the Golden Widow doing well?" Ye Huangjue was stunned and said, "Very well, after Hu Chengyan died, the Golden Widow received a bag of jewelry, she sold those jewels, repaired the house, served her in-laws, and now has a torii." He suddenly woke up and looked at Shen Hongyi, "That bag of jewelry, you put it?" ”
Shen Hongyi nodded, "It was Master who asked me to let it go, Master said that orphans and widows live a life, it is already very unfortunate, and now that there is no son, it is even more pitiful, when he played the flute in the Hu family, he let me steal Hu Chengyan's treasure and send it to the Jin family." ”
Ye Huangjue laughed.
That night, Ye Huangjue painted an old man in green clothes, the piccolo blowing horizontally, there was a big lotus flower, dancing with the sound of the flute. It was the first time he had painted people, and the last time.
Ye Huangjue also wrote a poem for the painting inscription: I have a close friend, playing the flute to win the immortals, swimming on the Taihu Lake, staying in the clouds of the South Mountain. Deer drink cold streams, fish return to the seashore. When to raise a glass together, look at the clouds in the sky.
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