Lush bamboos formed a forest with strange stones and clear springs. Occasionally, there were spiritual flowers and plants, white cranes and flying pigeons.
According to the terrain and scenery, there were small buildings, tall pavilions, winding corridors, small pavilions, stone benches and bamboo chairs. The scenery and the exquisite architecture blended together, and there was elegance and beauty in the natural tranquility.
This Yuzhen Garden, which occupied the entire Spirit Origin Island, was not big, but it was arranged with ingenuity and had a hint of immortality. Even Gao Zhengyang was amazed.
"Yuzhen Garden is the most elegant courtyard under my aunt's name. Even my father would come here occasionally to rest during the summer …"
The Ninth Prince, Shi Zhongyue, personally accompanied Gao Zhengyang around Yuzhen Garden. Finally, they stopped in front of a small house in the bamboo forest. He smiled and said, "Master will rest in Green Bamboo Loft today. If you need anything, just let me know …"
Spirit Origin Island was located in the Second City. Departing from the Seventh City's Pegasus Temple by car, boat, and tour around the island, the sun was already setting in the west and it was nearing dusk.
Shi Zhongyue said, "Master, rest assured and stay here for a while. My aunt will come over in two days." He paused and said, "The Pavilion of Immortals on the east side of the garden does not receive guests. Other than that, Master, you can tour the island as you please …"
"I understand. Thank you, Your Highness." Gao Zhengyang put his palms together and bowed. He watched Shi Zhongyue leave before turning to enter Green Bamboo Loft.
As the name suggested, the entire house was made of green bamboo. The bedroom, living room, and study were furnished exquisitely and simply. There was no one in sight, but it was unusually clean. There was a purposely created atmosphere of elegance.
Gao Zhengyang walked around the place and was quite satisfied with the place he was staying.
However, he could tell from the place that Princess Yuzhen did not care much about him.
This place was too empty and cold. The owner of the house had the pleasure of slacking off, but it was a little rude to arrange for a guest to stay here.
Gao Zhengyang had already expected this, so he didn't mind it. In this world, the strong were respected. Other things like the four arts were just pastimes. He was a monk, and the princess held great power. Why would she care about him?
Therefore, she called him over because of Wu Xiang. In the end, she felt that he had some talent and was an elegant person.
To be honest, Gao Zhengyang was happy to see this happen. His current strength was still too weak, and he could not be too high-profile while wearing Wukong's avatar.
The main body, on the other hand, had no sect, no family, and did not need to worry about anything. What Wind Nation's prince? So what if he was beaten? Even if he was killed, there was no need to worry.
Gao Zhengyang believed that Wu Xiang's integrity would never betray him. Taking a step back, Wu Xiang had invested so much in him, but it was absolutely impossible for him to betray him.
While the outside world was in chaos, staying in the Yuzhen Garden for a few days and staying far away from the storm was a wonderful thing.
Sure enough, just as Gao Zhengyang had expected, he didn't see anyone the next day. Not to mention Princess Yuzhen, even the Ninth Prince, Shi Zhongyue, had gone missing. Only the maids brought three meals. The maid's attitude was respectful, but her mouth was tight. She didn't say anything more.
Gao Zhengyang was not in a hurry. When he had nothing to do, he would read in the study. When he was in the mood, he took out his brush and began to paint.
His meticulous painting had the advantages of both the East and the West. Although he could only be considered a master painter, his painting skills were far superior to the current generation's painters.
Whether it was poetry or painting, it had nothing to do with one's strength. Gao Zhengyang not only knew techniques, but his mind was also perfect. His painting had more charm than in his previous life. In terms of painting, he had reached the level of a master.
On the third day, no one came. Dark clouds covered the sky, and the weather was gloomy and cold.
When it was almost dusk, a fine drizzle floated down like mist. As far as the eye could see, lush green bamboos were shrouded in the misty rain, giving off a sense of tranquility and elegance.
Gao Zhengyang was also tempted. He picked up an oil-paper umbrella and leisurely walked in the drizzle.
Spirit Origin Island was not big, with a circumference of only a few acres. However, the island's scenery had its own charm. The day before yesterday, he and Shi Zhongyue had walked around the entire island. He didn't see many of the scenery inside.
Not only was there a bamboo forest on the island, but there was also a large apricot forest. The blooming apricot flowers were obviously not in season, but they were unusually bright. In the misty rain, the beautiful apricot flowers added a sense of elegance and meaningfulness.
Gao Zhengyang suddenly thought of a poem and couldn't help but feel excited. Returning to the bamboo forest, he chose a suitable piece of bamboo to drill a hole and made a simple bamboo flute.
He tested the sound and it was barely usable.
At this time, the sky was completely dark, but to Gao Zhengyang, this was not a problem. Returning to the apricot forest, he found a thick apricot tree and sat down, playing the bamboo flute.
Gao Zhengyang didn't know many ancient songs. The song "High Mountains and Flowing Water" was obviously the most pretentious and the most cultured.
The sound of the flute was mellow and melodious, making the song "High Mountains and Flowing Water" very interesting.
"Auntie, look, this monk is so fun, playing the flute foolishly on a rainy day …"
In the Immortal Advent Pavilion, Shi Tong pointed at Gao Zhengyang on the water mirror and said with a smile.
Shi Tong was only fifteen or sixteen years old. Although he was tall and had picturesque facial features, there was still some naivety between his brows.
Princess Yuzhen, who was meditating at the side, smiled faintly. "That person is Wukong from the Vajra Sect. He is quite talented in poetry. I called him over because I wanted to see how extraordinary this famous poet monk is. "
Although Princess Yuzhen was Shi Tong's aunt, she had snow-white skin and a beautiful appearance, just like a young girl. Compared to Shi Tong, the two of them were like sisters.
It was just that Princess Yuzhen had an indescribable calmness, looking more mature than Shi Tong. But this kind of maturity was extraordinary. Even in the gorgeous red palace dress, she didn't look tacky at all.
"I thought this person would be very patient. It has only been two days, and he can't hold it in anymore …"
Princess Yuzhen opened her phoenix eyes and looked at the water mirror, saying with some disappointment.
In her opinion, Wukong's bamboo flute was a little deliberate when he played it in the rain. This was because he couldn't bear the loneliness and wanted to attract her attention.
It had to be said that the White Lunar Monk Robe Wukong's transcendent and unrestrained manner when he played the flute in the misty rain truly had the charm to subdue one's heart.
Even Princess Yuzhen had to admit that she couldn't help but admire such a Wukong.
But this move was too deliberate, and it inevitably made him look bad. Upon thinking of this, Princess Yuzhen's admiration for Gao Zhengyang dropped by ninety percent.
Instead, Shi Tong didn't think so much. She pointed at Gao Zhengyang and said, "This monk is so interesting. I want to chat with him and become friends."
Shi Tong had been doted on by everyone since she was young. She had a simple and spoiled personality that allowed her to do whatever she wanted. She would do whatever she wanted and would never think too much.
Princess Yuzhen wanted to stop her, but on second thought, she didn't need to care about such a trivial matter. She could let Shi Tong do whatever she wanted.
"Hey, it's already dark. Why aren't you going back …" Shi Tong asked as she stood in front of Gao Zhengyang while holding an exquisite silk umbrella and a beautiful palace lantern.
The palace lantern in Shi Tong's hand was nearly pressed against Gao Zhengyang's face. The palace lantern emitted a bright light that illuminated a radius of dozens of feet. At such a close distance, even Gao Zhengyang felt dazzled.
"Where did this brat come from!?" Gao Zhengyang's first reaction was that she was a brat with no manners at all.
With a sweep of his gaze, he saw Shi Tong's exquisite and gorgeous dress that dragged on the ground. From the material and style, she was likely royalty.
It was only normal for royalty to exist in Yuzhen Park.
Although the girl's oval face was beautiful and imposing, the innocence between her brows made her even more adorable. However, Gao Zhengyang couldn't bring himself to like her. No matter how adorable she was, it couldn't conceal her nature as a brat.
"Young Patron, your palace lantern is about to touch This Penniless Monk!" Gao Zhengyang put down his flute and asked indifferently.
"Oh." Shi Tong was very obedient as she retracted the palace lantern in her hand a little. She only retracted it a little, about an inch.
Gao Zhengyang sighed. This was truly a brat. He stood up with a flick of his sleeve, and he didn't say a single word as he flew swiftly towards the distance.
But with a flash of the bright lantern, she followed behind him. Gao Zhengyang didn't need to turn his head to know that Shi Tong was following behind him.
"It's too dark. You can't find your way home, right? I'll send you back," Shi Tong said enthusiastically from behind.
"I can find it."
"But it's dark, you can't see."
"I can see."
"That won't do. You're a guest. What if you can't see the road and fall into a ditch, falling to your death? Even if you don't fall to your death, it's not good for you to be crippled. You're quite good-looking, it's not good for you to break your face … "
Shi Tong followed behind Gao Zhengyang, her small mouth talking non-stop. She was very reasonable and seemed to be thinking for Gao Zhengyang's sake.
Gao Zhengyang suddenly had an evil thought. He really wanted to slap this brat to death. He had to take a deep breath and suppress the urge to bicker.
"Bear with it, bear with it. I'm the extremely pretentious Monk Wukong. I can't lower myself to the brat's level. That'd be too embarrassing. "
What made Gao Zhengyang depressed was that Shi Tong's Qing Gong was actually better than his. She stuck close to his back like a shadow. No matter how Gao Zhengyang used his Qing Gong, he couldn't shake her off.
Moreover, her small mouth didn't stop for a moment.
Gao Zhengyang only breathed a sigh of relief when he returned to Green Bamboo Pavilion. "This poor monk has arrived. Young benefactor, please return."
Shi Tong was stunned. "You're such a rude monk. I went through so much trouble to send you back, but you didn't even invite me in."
As she spoke, Shi Tong strode into Green Bamboo Pavilion. She didn't need Gao Zhengyang to control her. She wandered around while commenting, "Your place is really shabby."
Gao Zhengyang was speechless. This is your home, okay? What does it have to do with me?
In order to maintain the manner of an eminent monk, Gao Zhengyang could only remain silent.
Shi Tong then asked curiously, "Why do you call yourself a poor monk? Are you very poor?"
Emperor Shi Potian didn't like Buddhism, and Shi Tong was a noble princess. This was the first time she saw a living monk in her life. She really didn't understand this question.
Gao Zhengyang sighed. Even if he was a famous and eminent monk, he couldn't do anything about this brat.
He suddenly missed Yue Qingyu. Compared to him, this brat was actually quite cute.
"This poor monk is a humble title commonly used by Buddhism. It has nothing to do with being rich or poor."
"Imperial Father said that monks who don't work hard but enjoy everything are not good people. However, I think you're quite pleasing to the eye. "
Shi Tong said rather seriously.
"Hehe, influential officials also don't work but enjoy everything." Gao Zhengyang retorted.
Shi Tong tilted her head and thought for a moment. She actually said with a face full of agreement, "That's right. Influential officials are also vermin. They're very annoying."
Gao Zhengyang could also see that the brat opposite him wasn't pretending to be stupid. She was really stupid.
"Buddhism teaches the world to let people know how to be merciful and not kill each other for small things. This is doing good … "
Gao Zhengyang explained.
Shi Tong didn't wait for Gao Zhengyang to finish and interrupted, "I don't believe in Buddhism, but I'm willing to believe in what you say."
As she spoke, Shi Tong rolled her eyes and said shyly, "Because you're very cute and fun."
Gao Zhengyang was stunned. What was going on? He was actually evaluated as cute and fun. This really made him feel like he was going to collapse. This brat, what was the structure of her brain? Were you really an imperial princess?
"We're friends from now on. If you need anything, just look for me." Shi Tong said and skipped out of the door.
"It's too late today. I'll come and play with you tomorrow …"
Gao Zhengyang wanted to cover his face. Damn, this was too embarrassing. He was teased by a 14 or 15 year old brat.
Fortunately, there was no one around. Otherwise, Gao Zhengyang would have to silence her. "Sigh, it's not easy to pretend to be a pretentious monk."
Gao Zhengyang was secretly depressed. He had never been at a disadvantage when it came to bickering. It was precisely because of this identity that his hands and feet were tied.
Sometimes, one really shouldn't think too much.
Gao Zhengyang concluded and couldn't help but laugh. He wasn't a petty person. He had seen many people tease him, so it wasn't a big deal to be teased once.
Life should be like this. It was only interesting when there were all kinds of unexpected things.
Shi Tong returned to Immortal Advent Pavilion and said to Princess Yuzhen, "That monk is so dull, so cute."
Princess Yuzhen also couldn't help but laugh. The famous poet monk had always been known for his quick-wittedness and eloquence. Today, he inevitably suffered a setback when he met Shi Tong who didn't do things according to common sense.
She watched from the side and felt that it was abnormally interesting.
"Aunt, call the monk over for a meal tomorrow." Shi Tong rolled her eyes and said to Princess Yuzhen coquettishly.
Princess Yuzhen nodded indifferently. Shi Tong, who received permission, was rather excited. He chatted with Yuzhen for a long time until he was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes. Only then did he go back to rest.
After Shi Tong left, Princess Yuzhen formed a spell and lightly took a step forward.
Wave-like ripples in the air moved slightly and Princess Yuzhen suddenly disappeared without a trace. When her figure appeared again, she was already in the study of Green Bamboo Loft.
Gao Zhengyang, who was lying on the bed, was cultivating the Ten Directions Heart Buddha Seal. After his Heart Buddha Realm was destroyed by Formless, he had to condense a new image and expand the Heart Buddha Realm.
When he was in a state of cultivation, Gao Zhengyang was more sensitive to the changes in the vitality of the outside world.
The slight fluctuation of vitality in the study made him feel vigilant.
Whether it was his previous life or this life, Gao Zhengyang was used to maintaining vigilance against everything.
This slight fluctuation of vitality was like the airflow caused by a fly flapping its wings. It was completely harmless.
The problem was that without a fly, how could there be any movement? Gao Zhengyang's vitality was not high and his body was only at the seventh rank. However, his fist intent and mind were almost perfect and not inferior to a ninth rank expert.
To others, this slight fluctuation of vitality was meaningless, but to Gao Zhengyang, it gave rise to a warning.
Gao Zhengyang silently got off the bed and walked barefoot to the living room. The originally empty study was unknowingly lit.
Through the crack of the door, he could see the faint glow of the light in the dark living room.
Gao Zhengyang knew that there was someone in the study but he could not sense the other's aura. He was slightly shocked.
To be able to hide from his spiritual perception, it was another ninth rank expert.
Gao Zhengyang's mind moved and he had already guessed the identity of the person. He walked over and pushed open the door of the study. He saw Princess Yuzhen sitting behind the desk.
Princess Yuzhen's long red dress had a complicated and exquisite design. It was embroidered with golden phoenix patterns and had the dignified beauty of the royal family. However, the pure red that was like scarlet blood and flame was too gorgeous.
Usually, only a bride would wear such a gorgeous dress. Only on that festive occasion would such a bright red not be glaring and vulgar.
However, the deep calmness between Princess Yuzhen's brows completely suppressed this gorgeous beauty. The long dress that was like fire and blood was actually extremely elegant and plain.
"Not bad." Princess Yuzhen did not look at Gao Zhengyang and slightly lowered her head to look at the painting in her hand.
This painting was painted by Gao Zhengyang two days ago. It was a bamboo swaying in the wind. The bamboo leaves and branches were all falling backwards and almost touching the ground. The lower half of the bamboo was also bent as though it would break in the wind at any time.
However, looking closely at the bamboo, one would find that the curved arc of the bamboo was filled with power. Although it danced in the wind, it would not be broken by the wind.
The flexibility and firmness of the bamboo, as well as that indestructible and powerful life force, were all outlined in a few strokes.
The artistic conception in the painting was simple yet profound. The expression was clear yet profound. It displayed the painter's profound and indescribable spirit.
Princess Yuzhen's poetry and painting standards were extremely high and she knew how to appreciate it. It was because she admired Gao Zhengyang's poetry that she summoned Gao Zhengyang.
Otherwise, a mere rank six monk would not be qualified to meet her even if he represented the Vajra Sect and Formless.
What surprised Princess Yuzhen was that Gao Zhengyang actually knew how to paint. Whether it was the technique or the spirit in this painting, it had reached a level that she could only look up to.
His talent in both poetry and painting was truly enviable. If he concentrated on martial arts, he would most likely become a rank nine grandmaster in the future.
Unfortunately, if he could not enter the heaven stage at this age, it would be almost impossible for him to enter the ninth stage in the future. Moreover, although poetry and painting were minor daos, it consumed a lot of energy. No matter how talented Wukong was, it was impossible for him to take care of both.
Princess Yuzhen was both amazed and regretful. However, she was extremely shrewd. Her elegant face was as calm as water without a trace of fluctuation.
"I don't dare to receive Your Highness's praise."
In this painting, Gao Zhengyang could not help but imitate some masters of traditional Chinese painting. However, the unyielding spirit did indeed come from his hands. He was also very satisfied with this painting. However, in front of Princess Yuzhen, he had to act cool no matter what.
Princess Yuzhen said indifferently, "I like this painting very much …"
Gao Zhengyang smiled and said, "It is an honor for this painting to be appreciated by Your Highness. This poor monk will gift this painting to Your Highness. "
Princess Yuzhen nodded slightly and was rather satisfied with Gao Zhengyang's intelligence. She said, "Monk is skilled in both poetry and painting. Why don't you write a poem on this painting?"
"Heh, it is my honor," Gao Zhengyang flicked his sleeves and picked up the brush before saying to Princess Yuzhen, "May I trouble Your Highness to grind the ink …"
Princess Yuzhen's expression did not change, but she was stunned in her heart. This monk was truly savage to actually dare to ask her to grind the ink.
However, Gao Zhengyang was in high spirits and had an unrestrained and unrestrained feeling. It was not appropriate to talk about royal etiquette at this moment.
Princess Yuzhen smiled and picked up the rosin graphite. She poured some clear water on the coiled dragon inkstone and slowly ground it.
She wanted to see what Gao Zhengyang could write. If the poem was not good enough, she wanted to see how he would end up. If he could write a famous poem that would be passed down through the ages, grinding the ink would instead be an elegant matter.
Gao Zhengyang dipped the brush in the ink and was indescribably pleased. The emperor's younger sister, the chief steward of the Red Lotus Guards, and a rank nine expert still had to obediently grind the ink.
Adding fragrance to the sleeves was nothing compared to this.
Gao Zhengyang had already thought about it. His brush moved like dragons and snakes as he wrote a poem on the blank side of the painting.
"The clouds think of the clothes, the flowers think of the face, the spring breeze brushes the balustrade with thick dew.
If we do not meet at the top of the Jade Mountain, we will meet under the moon at the Yaotai. "
There was a small line of words below: June 14th, Yuzhen Garden's Night Song.
After Princess Yuzhen saw the poem, she could not help but feel embarrassed. This painting of bamboo dancing in the strong wind had the simple beauty of unyielding life. It went straight to the heart.
But this poem was a tribute to her beauty, which was extraordinarily rich and gorgeous.
The painting was peerless, and so was the poem. However, when they were put together, it was abnormally strange. Moreover, this monk actually wrote such a poem in front of her. He was clearly taking liberties with her.
However, she saw that Gao Zhengyang was spirited and elegant like the bright moon and cool breeze. He was profound and extraordinary, without a trace of frivolity.
Princess Yuzhen could not say anything else. Under such circumstances, it would be too ambiguous to talk about other matters. She flicked her sleeves and disappeared into thin air along with the painting.
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