At the foot of Qiyun Mountain, the only way to pass is the bridge to Dengfeng.
"Good water and good bridge!" 』
The ancient bridge deck paved with bluestones has withstood the wind and rain. When viewed from a distance, the bridge with ten piers and nine holes looks like a small boat or a lotus petal hovering over the clear water. The clear water passing through the bridge is like a transparent mirror. Staring at the reflection in the water seems to be looking at another real self. Looking at Wangqiu himself in the water, I feel very magical.
"It's truly magical."
Looking at herself in the water with all external factors removed, there is no difference between herself and herself at this moment. This makes Xie Chenyuan, who grew up in Jinle, smile knowingly. At least in terms of pure soul, she is exactly the same as Wangqiu.
"His Royal Highness Chenyuan is beyond me in terms of purity of heart."
With a self-deprecating and elegant smile, Jing Yu's eyes showed a hint of envy for Xie Chenyuan, but her reflection turned into fragments at some point.
"It's too much praise. You just don't go out of one door and don't step forward. You have never experienced the world of mortals."
Perhaps he guessed that Jing Yu was beating around the bush in front of Wang Qiu, scolding himself for being a fool, Xie Chenyuan smiled generously.
"Now that he has entered the world of mortals, I wonder if His Highness Nian Chenyuan will have two faces as a human being?"
Seeing that Xie Chenyuan didn't like it, Jing Yu held a strand of green silk in her hand and asked with a smile.
"If that's what growing up is, I guess I will."
Xie Chenyuan, who was new to the world of mortals, kept true to his true feelings and smiled happily.
"A person has thousands of faces, his attitude comes from his heart, and he transforms into form without form. I am grateful for my teachings." 』
Wangqiu bowed to the river and spoke politely.
"The successor still needs to move forward. I apologize for the inconvenience of sending me far away."
I don't know when there was a black boat on the river. The old man was singing, and the boat girl on the bow waved a small cattail leaf fan and said with a sweet smile.
"Dare you ask your friend's name?" 』
Wangqiu asked politely.
"I am the spirit channeled by the first drop of spring rain in March of the year Ding Yi when the emperor attained enlightenment. Lord Mengshan gave me the name Gu Ding Yi March. However, I like the number seven very much. If you like, you can call me March Seven."
The boat girl kicked the water with her little feet and answered casually.
"I won't disturb my fellow Taoist's purity for now, let's go ahead. 』
Taking one step, Wangqiu, who was standing on the bridge, turned into Gu Dingyi's charming appearance and smiled at her.
"what is that?"
Xie Chenyuan, who was half a beat slower to react, curiously looked at March 7 who had disappeared in the river, and turned to ask Jing Yu.
"He enlightens mountains and rivers, communicates spiritual wisdom, and the teaching ability of this former deputy leader is probably comparable to that of a saint."
Jingyu looked at the clear water under the bridge with a dry mouth. When she was in Jingle, she had briefly dabbled in the true and false seal patterns of the true and false emperors, and Gu Dingyi, the great demon of heaven and earth who had just appeared, had no idea about the true and false seals in March. In the eyes of an amateur like her, the presentation of the Tao is no less than that demonstrated by the True and False Emperor himself.
"Let's go, I can't wait to know what kind of extravagant work this former deputy leader will do." 』
Seeing that the two girls were still stunned, Wangqiu urged.
"Your Highness, according to the Kanyu map, after passing the Dengfeng Bridge, there is the Yongle Ancient Road."
Jing Yu, who took out the detailed drawings of the map, said to Wang Qiu.
"Um. 』
After briefly digesting the spiritual insights that Gu Dingyi provided to him in March, Wang Qiu nodded.
The three of them did not stop at the Dengfeng Bridge any longer, so they walked together along the ancient bluestone road and entered the Yongle Ancient Road all the way up.
As the three of them walked up, the soil on the mountain became more intense and red like blood, and the lush ancient trees were evergreen. The strong conflict of colors, coupled with the unknown length of the mountain road, actually gave the three of them a strange and bizarre feeling of reincarnation.
"His grandma, what kind of fairy fruit did this former deputy leader grow up on? Can he not be able to order the Great Way of Reincarnation?" 』
Wangqiu shook his head. He was not confused by the brief feeling of reincarnation. He directly ignored the falseness of reincarnation with his pair of eyes. He still looked at the mountains as mountains with his feet on the ground.
"Your Highness...wuwuwu, are you finally going to marry me? Jingyu can do it, Jingyu has always done it..."
"Xiao Qiu, I seem to see the dead Tai Nai waving to me... Am I going to die... I really can't bear to leave you..."
Two slightly confused voices came from Wangqiu's ears, which were free from the illusion of reincarnation.
He saw that Jing Yu was pulling the belt of her clothes with both hands, intending to reveal the beauty so that he could feast his eyes on it, and she was still mumbling some words that made him feel numb after hearing it.
Wangqiu, who felt that he had really seen a ghost today, suddenly changed his expression. In his heart, he had already scolded the Yongle Ancient Road carefully designed by the nameless person. He didn't care about the relationship between men and women, and directly shouldered the two daughters who were confused in the illusion of reincarnation. Wangqiu, who moved at high speed and had countless afterimages in place, ran towards the end of the Yongle Ancient Road.
(Without changing appearance and reincarnation tampering with memories, it’s no wonder that this person is unknown in the long history.)
Wangqiu hiked up the mountain along the Yongle Ancient Road to the end, where the green ancient trees stopped. The view in front of him was filled with maple trees, and what he saw turned into a golden red.
Arriving in front of Wangxian Pavilion, Wangqiu carried the two of them to the gate of Qiyun Mountain. At this moment, what caught Wangqiu's eyes was a couplet. The font written on it was unparalleled, with a trace of dragon and snake written on it. Who else's domineering power is revealed to me, but it is: an unparalleled scenic spot in the world, the number one mountain in the ages.
(Wangxian can also be regarded as a Taoist? Looking at each other from a distance is far away from the immortal. In the end, he will not enter the path of immortality. The purpose of this pavilion is also extremely suspicious.)
Looking at the red lacquer paintings, carved beams and painted pillars in the pavilion, the Way of Wangxian and the Avenue of True Immortals in the distance where the Way of Wangxian was peeping faintly, Wang Qiu noticed something strange.
After feeling that the condition of the two girls on his shoulders gradually stabilized, Wang Qiu put down the sleeping Jing Yu and Xie Chenyuan to rest in Wangxian Pavilion, and then he took a deep breath and walked towards Qiyun Mountain with the map of Kanyu.
Leaving Wangxian Pavilion, following the Kanyu map, Wangqiu stepped onto the Mengzhen Bridge. It was a good place to lean on the railing and overlook. In the distance, the Hengjiang River curled like a belt, and a sea of rapeseed flowers with Tai Chi and Bagua patterns swayed left and right at the foot of the mountain, seeming to stand on the For countless years at this place, Wangqiu, who was standing at the head of the bridge, first looked at the figure of Ji Ku Tianzun at the end of the bridge, and then looked at the sea of rapeseed flowers in the style of Tai Chi and Bagua diagrams, and couldn't help but be surprised for a moment.
(I am the only one unparalleled in the world. Who am I when I look back? Who is this person? Why do I feel that he is inside me!)
Watching the figure of Ji Ku Tianzun disappear in front of his eyes, Wang Qiu, who found out the former deputy leader's deep intention, stamped his feet impatiently at the bridge, and felt a knot in his heart.
What I hate most in my life is when demons make a fuss about my past and future.
(Forget it, this is my dojo after all. What do I care about here with my predecessors? It seems that I am narrow-minded.)
Suddenly laughing at himself, Wangqiu stepped across the Mengzhen Bridge and walked all the way to the second threshold after entering the mountain: Tiantian Gate.
The Tiantian Gate looks like an elephant trunk from a distance. There are Taoist temples under the cliff, and the cliffs are full of cliff stone carvings. There are many cliffs and inscriptions on both sides of the gate. Most of the Taoist true stories are recorded here at will. Occasionally, Wang Qiu can even catch a glimpse of it in the corner. Without the Samana tradition, Arhats, Bodhisattvas, new Buddhas, ancient Buddhas, and interpretations of Buddhas are casually shelved here like cabbage on the street.
(The True Biography of Yuxu, the True Biography of the Human Cult, the True Biography of the Demon Cult, the True Biography of the Salmon, the True Biography of the Human Emperor, the True Biography of the Jie Jiao, and the Essays of Sanxiu... Hehe, there is also the inheritance of the Blood Sea Ancestor here. This former deputy leader is really incredible. It’s a taboo to copy everything. If this hilltop is seen by the famous people outside, it would be trivial to say it is nondescript. It would be nice not to demolish this place.)
Looking at the collection of the former deputy leader, Wang Qiu was amazed.
After casually watching one or two, thinking that there is a lot of time in the future, I will slowly watch the classic Wangqiu, so I didn’t stop at Tiantianmen, and walked through the cave to the next stop: Zhenxian Cave.
It is said to be a cave mansion, but in fact there are only caves and no mansions. Natural caves of various sizes enshrine various immortals of different shapes. Passing by the Eight Immortals Cave, Yuantong Cave, Luohan Cave... there are caves in the caves, and the caves are magical.
There are more cliff stone carvings of various shapes here. For example, Wang Qiu seems to be written by a different expert. The most eye-catching four characters "天开神秀" (天开神秀) are mentioned by an unknown expert. The writing style is rich and vigorous. Vigor, in terms of arrogance and momentum, is unique.
(The little master doesn’t feel ashamed to write in such big letters. If I want to be shameless, it has to be you!)
Wangqiu couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he saw the old man holding a pen, and was completely convinced that the young master knew the former deputy leader. After watching for a while, he continued walking forward to Xianglu Peak.
I saw the tall and straight peaks in front of me, shaped like incense burners. At this moment, it was clear and cloudy after the rain. The tops of the peaks were appearing or disappearing. Wang Qiu could vaguely hear the sounds of forging iron and blasting furnaces for alchemy.
(Is there someone here?!)
Wang Qiu was a little surprised, thinking that the former deputy leader was worthy of being a senior expert. Not only did he pass on the good mountain and countless immortal families, but he also arranged for himself to be the guardian of the mountain. I have to say, it smells really good.
Walking into Xianglu Peak, Wang Qiu tentatively looked around, only to see two white-haired people with black oilcloths wrapped around their hands. One was refining alchemy and the other was forging a sword. The one who was refining the elixir was surrounded by poisonous mirages under his feet, and the one who was forging the sword was surrounded by poisonous mirages. There were debris scattered under the feet, and half of a coiling dragon incense stick named "Jiejie Destruction" was burned in the distance. Wang Qiu's sword eyebrows were beating crazily.
"What's the matter?"
The sword forger raised a pair of sword pupils and looked directly at Wangqiu, feeling like a sleeping tiger entering the mountain for the first time.
But the alchemist who was obsessed with alchemy on the side did not notice the existence of Wangqiu, he was just refining alchemy.
"I am the new owner of the mountain."
Wangqiu coughed lightly and said formally.
"Ying Xing, I know you are Qi Yun's mountain master."
The sword forger took the cold spring and washed his hands. In terms of attitude, he didn't seem to care about Qi Yunshan changing the mountain master.
"Uh hehe... I'm bothering you, Immortal Chief, to forge your sword. You can continue. I'll go to the front and take a look." 』
After discovering that one of them didn't care about worldly affairs and the other was a dull gourd who could make dumplings in a teapot and couldn't even say a word, Wang Qiu left directly.
Walking halfway up the mountain, you can see black tiles, white walls and golden roofs. Looking from a distance, Yuehua Street, which you must pass through on this trip, looks like a celestial market. Along the way, there are Taoist priests and residents living together, and tourist accommodation. , the houses with pink walls and black tiles scattered high and low are very antique, and the surrounding clouds and mist make this street feel like a fairyland.
Stepping onto the streets paved with bluestones, Wang Qiu smelled the smoke and smoke of red dust. At this moment, the lanterns were starting to turn on, it was already night, and the street lights in the distance were bright, as if they were shining with countless stars. The stars appeared in the sky, seemingly lighting up countless street lamps. If not for the lack of people wandering around, Wang Qiu would have thought he was in a busy city.
(There is no mortal world in the world of mortals. I don’t know how the former deputy leader felt when he saw such a lonely scene at this moment...)
Wangqiu walked into Yuehua Street and felt that the years had been wasted.
Taisu Palace is located in the center of Yuehuatian Street. According to the map, it seems to be the largest Taoist temple in Qiyun Mountain. Looking from a distance, Wangqiu looks like he is looking at a wine gourd covered with jade scattered in the world.
The palace faces south and faces north, with towers, pavilions, painted eaves and majestic mountain gates, which seem to tell Wangqiu about the prosperous scene of this place in the past.
(What a pity. In the past, there must have been many Taoist prayer meetings here.)
Walking into the temple, I touched the ancient ginkgo in the temple, looked at the golden color blowing in the wind on the ground, and looked at the prayer field in the distance. Wangqiu couldn't help but sigh in his heart at the tranquility of the Taoist temple.
Wangqiu never stopped and moved forward again. The place ahead was called Hutian. Wangqiu walked carefully on the road because on the other side of Hutian was a bottomless abyss with wisps of gentle wind blowing out. The cliffs were dark. Incomparably, it seems that this place has been struck by lightning. According to the Kantu map, many immortals have experienced the catastrophe of ascension under the abyss.
After stepping through Hutian, Wangqiu came to the last stop of the trip, which was a Taoist palace that had already sealed its gates. In terms of scale, it was slightly inferior to Taisu Palace. It seemed ordinary, but that The name of the letter from the Taoist temple made Wangqiu couldn't help but open his mouth. Not only his cognition collapsed, but at least his three outlooks were completely destroyed.
The reason is like him, Dao Palace: Yuxu.
