The darkness recedes and the light appears.
Panshan Mountains: In full swing, craftsmen are sweating, countless materials are constantly being transported back and forth, and palaces hidden in the mountains and rivers are looming.
Palaces rise from the ground one after another, towering, with domes with glazed green tiles, and the main body of the building is original in color. Majestic and majestic, elegant and natural.
The peaks are connected by rainbow bridges, with flying springs and waterfalls that are extremely turbulent, green forests, green trees, and green grass.
The waterfall flows down from the top of the peak at a very fast speed. The sun is shining brightly, the water mist is flying in the sky, and the water droplets in the sky scatter like rainbows.
The white deer in the forest drink from the stream, not afraid of the crowds coming and going; the fish swim briskly on the shallow bottom, their shadows spread on the rocks.
Between the peaks, white mist fills the air, and birds fly across from time to time, like arrows flying through the clouds and mist.
The Panshan Mountain Range is a place where the God of Creation is beautiful. When you first enter the foot of the mountain, a tall Tianmen tablet is erected under it. It is made of a special material. The number of pillars on the tablet is eight, and each of them is carved with exotic animals and birds. superior.
It is lifelike and lifelike, like the reincarnation of ancient beasts, exuding deep majesty. Above the pillar is a palace-shaped plaque on hanging legs, which is a whole piece of white jade and purple gold stone.
"Jingtian Pavilion", three characters are carved on it like a miraculous craftsmanship, exuding solemnity.
On the left and right sides under the tablet pillar, there are two disciples standing on each side, wearing white and blue robes. On the left brother's part, there is a green Qingtian bamboo with green silk threads tattooed on it.
The two disciples had solemn and meticulous faces, standing like pine trees, holding custom-made swords tightly in their hands.
Behind the plaque is a jade ladder for climbing. Hundreds of steps of stone stairs stretch to the top of the mountain, so that the clouds and mist obscure its appearance, making it impossible to know its end.
In the Panshan Mountains, there is a peak that is unique and independent. There is no Hongqiao staircase.
"Qingling Peak" stands among the green peaks, like an inviolable and beautiful woman, which can be viewed from a distance but not played with.
Qingling Peak is extremely high above sea level. On its peak, a few ancient trees grow between the cliffs. Dots of green clouds and old bark protrude like dragon scales, all showing its age.
On the top of the dome, a primitive palace stands. The entire building is made of logs.
The buildings on the dome peak are built according to the mountain, without destroying the natural workmanship.
A pavilion is built on the cliff. Standing on the top of Qingling Peak, you can have a panoramic view of the entire Panshan Mountains.
Grandpa, don’t you think it’s annoying for you to stay on Qingling Peak all day?
Every time someone looks for you, they have to come to Qingling Peak. You know that there are thirty-six peaks inside and outside Jingtian Pavilion, seventy-two peaks, a total of one hundred and eight peaks. The altitude of Qingling Peak is comparable to that of the main peak of Panshan Mountain, but the rest are not much smaller than it.
Every time I come from other peaks, it consumes a lot of spiritual energy. I don’t feel sorry for your granddaughter at all. Lin Moer is sitting on the table in the pavilion, with her two short legs swinging back and forth, and her arms behind her. He pouted his little mouth, tilted his head to one side, looked at the white crane that was chewing its feathers, and complained.
Yes, yes, it was grandpa's fault. Please change it. Lin Potian rubbed Lin Mo'er's head dotingly.
Eh! Grandpa, please don't rub it. They say that if you rub your head, you won't grow taller. Lin Mo'er took Lin Potian's hand off his head with her little hands.
Who told you? Lin Potian sneered.
When Sister Cuihua and Sister Dujuan wanted to touch my face at Tianlang Peak, they told me this. Lin Moer looked innocent and cute.
Lin Potian thought of the group of women in Tianlang Mountain. The folk customs of those women in Tianlang Mountain were quite strong.
Okay, Mo'er won't touch her if she doesn't want to, Lin Potian said dotingly.
Looking at Lin Mo'er who was bored in front of him, he thought to himself, it would be great if Mo'er could always be so innocent and carefree.
Mo'er, what do you think of your brother Ye Tian?
"Brother Ye Tian, Lin Mo'er seems to have taken a stimulant. The body lying on the table seems to be instantly charged with energy and full of energy."
Brother, it’s very good...
Just when Lin Mo'er was about to talk about Ye Tian, a figure jumped up from the mountain step by step.
After a long time, a figure stood beside the two of them. His subordinate Zhang Tao had seen Mr. Ge and the young lady.
Okay, thank you for your hard work. Let’s drink a cup of tea to calm down. Lin Potian said as he looked at Zhang Tao panting and almost couldn’t take a breath.
"Thank you Mr. Ge, no need."
You came here in such a hurry, is there something going on? Back to Ge Lao, a group of people came from outside the mountain range.
He was stopped outside the door by his disciples and came here to report. Who is the visitor? Does he have a common name?
Then there was a man named Wang Banxian who looked familiar. He claimed to be the financial supervisor of Jingtian Pavilion, and he praised the plaque at the foot of the mountain.
The disciples looked at his Taoist robes and wretched face, but they didn't think he looked like someone from Jingtian Pavilion, so they stopped them to report.
"Half-immortal, he looks so wretched. There is no one else but him. Don't be alarmed. He is one of us," Lin Mo'er said like a little grown-up."
Take them to the main peak hall of Panshan Mountain.
Elder Wang Banxian is a member of our Jingtian Pavilion. Don't judge people by their appearance. This is not what I, a disciple of Jingtian Pavilion, do.
Yes, the disciple realized his mistake and Zhang Tao retreated.
Outside the Panshan Mountains, Zhang Tao was attacking from the mountains and the sea. His face was pale. Even a True Yuan Realm monk couldn't withstand this coming and going. Especially when he climbed Qingling Peak, he almost lost his life. It was too much. Taller.
"How is it? The report has been verified. Wang Banxian has his hands on his back and looks like an elder of the immortal family."
Disciple Zhang Tao has met the Financial Supervisor and all the guests. Zhang Tao is very respectful to Wang Banxian. He is a person who can be respected by all the elders. Even if he looks wretched, he is still a great person.
"Master", this is the sect created by senior brother. It looks much more domineering than our Cangnan College. Zhao Mu'er, a little lolita, was so weird all the way, and she was surprised when she looked at the Panshan Mountains.
That is, even if you don’t look at it, who is your senior brother’s disciple? It’s your master and me. Chu Xu looked proud.
Everyone looked at Zhang Tao's respect for Wang Banxian and couldn't help but admire him. They didn't expect that little brother Wang had such a high status. Long Ding and others also discussed in low voices.
Well, it is indeed extraordinary. Even the disciples guarding the gate are in the True Yuan realm. Long Ling and others are pointing and pointing like country bumpkins entering the city.
At this time, an unsociable voice sounded.
"Cuihua", come and take a look. This grass is growing well and is very plump. You said you would pick it back and feed it to the old hen, so you need to replenish it!
Du Juan looked at the landscape grass planted before the signpost, her eyes were shining with tears in her eyes. I took out a small shovel and prepared to dig.
Rhododendron, you are not good at that. Look at the trees under these eight pillars. They are good. They are all bearing fruit.
All the women responded, "Yeah!"
Each of the women was holding a Tieqiu, sharpening their knives and preparing to dig.
Everyone was shocked, as if they were dumbfounded.
The disciples guarding the door with Zhang Tao never closed their mouths. Where did they come from?
Lin Batian's serious face could not help but the corner of his mouth twitched; Long Ling, Long Ju and others were touching their foreheads and covering their faces, as if they didn't know them.
Zhao Muer asked innocently, Master, what are they doing?
Chu Xu was also confused and lightly touched Lin Batian with his elbow.
Lin Shuai, your folk customs in Tianlang Mountain are really surprising and surprising.
Haha, Lin Batian said haha, yes... yes, our folk customs in Tianlang Mountain are a little bit familiar.
Seeing Lin Batian's embarrassing explanation, Chu Xu secretly thought to himself, where is your sister, Tiger Lady?
Your sect, Tianlang Mountain, calls this "Zilaisui".
That Lin Shuai, our Cangnan College is at the end of its rope. If you, Tianlang Mountain, have nothing to do, don’t come to our Cangnan College.
Chu Xu, you..., the corners of Lin Batian's mouth kept twitching.
Everyone, can you be more reserved? The azaleas are the decoration of Jingtian Pavilion, and the green flowers are fruit trees that cannot be dug... Lin Batian said softly.
Half Immortal Palm Supervisor, these people are definitely going to be put into the pavilion. Zhang Tao had a palpitating look on his face.
Do you want to stop the Half Immortal Palm Supervisor? Zhang Tao asked tentatively.
Even the Potian Pavilion elder, the pavilion master, and the young lady were all born in Tianlang Mountain.
This Jingtian Pavilion belongs to their family, let them dig it, Wang Banxian looked at a group of crazy women, his voice was trembling.
Zhang Tao could already imagine the spiritual beasts in the pavilion being roasted on the fire and stewed in the pot by these people, and the entire Panshan Mountains were pitted and devastated.
"Dad, uncles," a loud roar came from the clouds.
Eh! Dujuan, I seem to have heard the voice of Mo'er girl, and I seem to have listened too. The girls were very busy and responded.
A petite figure came very quickly.
Mo'er, Longling Longding and others had tears in their eyes. In the battle on Cangnan City North Street, everyone was seriously injured and fell into coma. Only this girl was left. I don't know how this girl managed to survive.
"Dad," Mo'er misses you so much. Lin Mo'er quickly fell into Lin Batian's arms.
Dad misses you too. Lin Batian held Lin Moer tightly in his arms, his eyes filled with tears.
Dad, you are all in a coma, do you know how scared I am? Lin Moer burst into tears.
If it weren't for brother Ye Tian, the half-immortal, and sister Ziyuan, I wouldn't know what to do. Lin Mo'er cried heartbreakingly, overflowing like a tidal wave.
It was as if he was venting all the grievances he had felt over the past few months.
It's Daddy's fault that Mo'er doesn't cry. Daddy shouldn't have left you alone.
Mo'er, don't cry. When all uncles are here from now on, I'll see who dares to lay a finger on my Mo'er.
Wang Banxian looked at Lin Mo'er who showed his true feelings and was also pleased that the group of people he had made friends with were worth it.
Long Ding and others were also delighted. This girl, Lin Mo'er, had followed him and others on the battlefield from the time she was born until she was a few years old.
She almost looked like her own daughter as she and others watched her grow up.
Uncles, Mo'er misses you so much.
Uncles, I miss you too. Girl Mo'er, Long Ding is tall and tall. Looking at Lin Mo'er, he can't help but feel the tenderness of a man.
Sister Dujuan, Sister Cuihua... what are you doing?
Lin Mo'er asked innocently, looking at the busy women.
It's Mo'er girl. My sister brought her mother and sister with her this time. Not to mention, the grass here is very fat. Wait a while and the sisters will make soup for you.
Okay, okay, when she heard the girls stewed old hen soup for her, Lin Moer's eyes suddenly lit up, her tears wiped away in an instant, and she beamed with joy.
Everyone was shocked. What the hell, they were just sensational. The speed with which they turned their hands into clouds and turned into rain was simply incredible.
Dear sisters, these grasses are ordinary mortal grasses. There are spiritual grasses in the pavilion. I will take you to dig them.
Everyone was left confused.
"Mo'er, there's still me," Zhao Mu'er said.
Mu'er, Lin Mo'er is so happy that you are here too.
Mo'er is not just me, look there, she said and pointed in the direction of Chu Xu.
Following the direction of the two girls, everyone looked at Chu Xu.
At this time, Chu Xu was dressed in official clothes, with his head held high and his chest high, looking like a master of the immortal family.
Mo'er, long time no see, why don't you come over to meet me as your teacher.
Wang Banxian couldn't help but raise his right finger and whispered, "When it comes to showing off, I'm still half a step behind."
Mo'er, time is running out, this old hen is seasick and it won't be new if she dies soon, the girls reminded loudly.
Half Immortal, my father, uncle and master will leave it to you. Grandpa is waiting in the main hall.
I still have something to do, so I won’t let you take care of me.
Time seemed to have stopped, "quack, quack, quack," as several crows flew past from high in the sky.
Chu Xu's eyes were blazing, and he was trembling with anger. "Evil disciple," stop here, you heartless, you little snack.
Chu Xu's body was full of coercion, and everyone was shocked to retreat quickly. When they came to their senses, Chu Xu's figure had disappeared from the place.
Half...half celestial supervisor, the folk customs of the young lady's hometown are really tough, Zhang Tao stuttered, looking at the smoke and dust on the mountain top in the distance.
Eh! You will understand later, Wang Banxian looked deeply touched.
Everyone, please.
