Cultivate Taoism and farm to make peace in the world

Chapter 86
"Yeah, my lord~~"

When Wei Ming stopped his body again, there was a soft singing sound that went straight into Jiang Xuan's soul, making all the hairs on his body stand on end.

Not even just him.

The soft fur on the little fox's body also exploded with this soft singing.

Putting up a qi shield to block the pattering rain, he stretched out his hand to smooth the little fox's frizzy hair, and scratched her chin as a gesture of comfort, and then Jiang Xuan raised his head to look at the building in front of him.

Because it had already fallen from the sky, Jiang Xuan couldn't see its whole picture at a glance.

Just looking at the house plate with the word "Liyuan" in the above letter, coupled with the combination of white walls, black tiles and bluestone slabs, and oil-paper umbrellas in the misty alleys, it should belong to the set of Jiangnan gardens.

While thinking, the girl in Tsing Yi who was waiting under the house number came up with an umbrella, stood in front of Wei Ming, twirled her fingers lightly, bowed her head and gave a salute:
"Tsing Yi has seen Master Uncle and Senior Brother Jiang."

Wu Nong's soft words reached Jiang Xuan's ears, causing him to squint his eyes.

This voice is too nice to hear.

Reaching out his hand and raising the fly whisk to return the last salute, Jiang Xuan heard Wei Ming say:

"Xiao Chen'er, is my senior sister here?"

"The master is waiting for the master uncle in the backyard, and said that he will let me take you to find her when the master uncle comes."

"I don't need you to take it, I don't know the way to this pear garden yet?"

After saying that, Wei Ming had disappeared in front of the two of them.

Seeing Wei Ming disappear, Chen Qingyi froze for a moment, then reached out and handed the oiled paper umbrella to Jiang Xuan:
"Master uncle should discuss something with my master. Why don't I take my brother to visit the Liyuan?"

Looking at the oiled paper umbrella handed to him, Jiang Xuan opened the umbrella and put away the qi shield:

"Then thank you, Junior Sister."

Following behind Chen Qingyi into the pear orchard, an elegant fragrance came over his face.

Looking for the fragrance, the plum blossoms in the yard are in full bloom.

Under the breeze blowing, plum blossoms of different colors swayed non-stop on the branches.

Occasionally, the flying petals drew the shape of the wind in the air and then fell to the ground, adding a gorgeous color to the dark mud.

Reaching out his hand, he picked up a black plum blossom that fell with the wind, Jiang Xuan smiled and stuck it on the little fox's forehead, so beautiful that she screamed.

"So that senior brother can know that there are four gardens of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum in the pear garden."

"Appreciate flowers in the plum garden, listen to music in the orchid garden, have tea in the bamboo garden, and write lyrics in the chrysanthemum garden."

"In addition to the four gardens, there are four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and four halls of rivers, lakes and seas."

"The plum blossoms in this plum garden were planted by my master himself."

"In order to make them bloom all year round, the ancestors have spent a lot of thought."

"By the way, there is also a plum blossom that has given birth to a spirit in this plum garden."

During the conversation, the two walked through the brightly lit corridor, and came to a plum tree with pale pink plum blossoms in full bloom and a lot of red silk tied on the branches.

"Grandma Mei, I'll bring my brothers outside to visit the garden."

As Chen Qingyi's words fell, the plum blossoms on the tree rustled down, and after being swept by the wind in mid-air, a white-haired beauty in tulle with picturesque eyebrows and red lips and pink face condensed.

"Hee hee, what a handsome little Taoist priest."

The white-haired beauty flew around Jiang Xuan and put her jade-like catkins on Jiang Xuan's shoulders, then looked at Chen Qingyi with a smile:

"I told you to call me Sister Mei, but calling me grandma makes me old."

Seeing that the plum blossom demon stretched out her fingers to pick Jiang Xuan's chin, Chen Qingyi immediately said helplessly:
"Grandma Mei, senior brother Jiang is a direct descendant of the Shenxiao sect, and he is also the grandson of the uncle and grandson of the guard."

The grinning white-haired beauty was taken aback when she heard the words, and then silently let go of the catkins on Jiang Xuan's shoulders. After turning around, she hung on the southeast branch again, and began to swing up and down with the breeze.

But after she hung on the branch, another crystal clear water drop fell from the tree, hung directly in front of Jiang Xuan, and began to rotate slowly.

"This is the morning dew accumulated on Grandma Mei's body. It takes more than a month to accumulate a single drop."

"Morning dew has the effect of washing the body and improving the qualifications of cultivation."

"Brother Jiang, please take it."

Looking at the crystal clear water droplets, Jiang Xuan didn't know what to say.

Having seen the figure transformed by the plum blossom demon, and telling him that it is the morning dew accumulated on the plum blossom demon's body, what does Jiang Xuan think?
"Yes? Drinking a drop of grandma's bath water can improve your aptitude~"

Secretly shaking off the inexplicable picture that popped up in his mind, Jiang Xuan then took out a jade bottle and put the morning dew into it:
"Junior Sister Chen, why did Grandma Mei react like this when she heard that I was a disciple of Shenxiao?"

Chen Qingyi covered her mouth and smiled lightly:
"I heard it too."

"It seems that more than a hundred years ago, Master Wei's uncle entered the plum garden for the first time to enjoy the plum blossoms, and then Grandma Mei also teased Master Wei's uncle with words like today."

"Then the uncle of the guard yelled, "An evildoer, dare to disturb my Dao heart", and then he struck grandma with the thunder of the purple sky god."

"From then on, grandma will walk around when she sees the guard's uncle's disciples."

Seeing Chen Qingyi dancing and performing that scene vividly, Jiang Xuan couldn't help laughing.

Although the girl pretended to be serious all the way, the scene in front of her still exposed her teenage heart.

But think about it.

It's not that they are all guys of the wrong age like me. At this age, there should be more young girls like Jiang Wu and Chen Qingyi who have an out-of-the-ordinary temperament.

Seeing Jiang Xuan laughing, Chen Qingyi froze for a moment, then blushed, and then turned pale, and began to lead the way again:

"Brother Jiang came at a bad time."

"If the day of the winter solstice comes, Grandma Mei will sing on stage."

"You must know that the songs sung by Grandma Mei have the ability to enlighten people."

"Although for more than a hundred years, only one person fell into an epiphany after listening to the song sung by Grandma Mei."

During the conversation, Chen Qingyi led Jiang Xuan to the entrance of Orchid Garden.

Then she raised her index finger and put it between her mouth to make a silent gesture, and quickly pulled Jiang Xuan through the orchid garden and into the bamboo garden.

Chen Qingyi, who patted his small chest after seeing the bamboo garden, recalled what he saw in the orchid garden, and Jiang Xuan's heart moved:
"Who is Lan Yuan singing for?"

Chen Qingyi, who was patting her small chest, was taken aback when she heard the words, then stared at Jiang Xuan with wide eyes:

"Brother Jiang, can you see it?"

At this moment, Jiang Xuan knew that the little girl in front of him was not only young at heart, but also maybe a little dazed.

"You are so obvious, can I not see it?"

"Besides, although there is no one in the audience, I can feel the piercing yin energy from a long distance away."

"Oh."

Chen Qingyi nodded his head, and then led Jiang Xuan to a pavilion beside him, took out a set of tea sets, and started to light a fire to make tea:
"The song is sung for the ghosts and gods from all directions in Yinshan Mountain."

Seeing Jiang Xuan's suspicious expression, Chen Qingyi said again:

"The ghosts and gods are called Bafang. There are not eight ghosts and gods."

"I don't know why, that ghost always likes to listen to music."

"More than a hundred years ago, a troupe came to the town to set up a stage to sing an opera. The ghosts and gods from all directions stopped the troupe after hearing about it."

"However, the ghost knew that the human race was powerful, so they didn't force it. They just hoped that the opera troupe could open a pear orchard at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, and promised a lot of benefits for it."

"After the troupe passed this matter back to Liyuan, they discussed it and moved the headquarters here."

"It is said that it is to limit the ghosts and gods of the eight directions so that they do not harm the world, but in fact the ghosts and gods of the eight directions give too much, and listening to the music seems to have a lot of benefits for us."

"It's just that I haven't sung on stage yet, so I don't know what the benefits are."

Looking at Chen Qingyi, who was spitting out the pear garden one by one, Jiang Xuan didn't know whether to answer or not.

This really doesn't treat yourself as an outsider.

Can this kind of thing be said casually?
(End of this chapter)