Laoshan sect dojo.
The mountains are high and the ridges are steep, and the forests are deep and the valleys are secluded.
The stream is winding and winding, and the pines and cypresses are layered in rows. There are endless sounds of apes and cranes chirping, dragons and tigers roaring, and smoke and clouds rising in all directions.
Where the top of the mountain is.
Among the clusters of pine trees, there is a sparkling treasure pool, and the shadows of the trees can be seen entering. There are clusters of pine moss, dark green as green, delicate and pleasant.
There was a man sitting on the platform in the center of the treasure pool, preaching to the disciples under his seat.
I saw him wearing a Xiaoyao crown on his head, a thunder pattern robe, and a dragon and tiger jade pendant around his waist. He had a ruddy complexion and an amiable manner. He had the air of an immortal and a master.
As the sound of his sermon spread, it turned into fine and dense scriptures falling down, seemingly tangible and intangible, flowing freely.
The wonderful sound is resounding, and the auspicious colors are colorful, condensed into golden flowers and jade stamens, slowly falling.
All the disciples sitting down were listening intoxicated, shaking their heads.
Suddenly~
The Taoist stopped preaching, causing many disciples to wake up from listening to the sermon.
"Duanhe, a distinguished guest is coming to our door. You will receive him first as my master."
"Yes. Disciple accepts the order."
Among the disciples, a young man came out immediately. He had a bun on his head, a new Taoist robe, long eyebrows and broad eyes, a nose as if it were hanging from a gallbladder, a tall and straight posture, and the fresh air flowing around him. He was already in the realm of a true immortal.
But he is the great disciple of this Taoist.
Duanhe accepted the order and resigned, leaving the place of preaching.
Winding along the mountain road, moving slowly and slowly, shrinking into an inch, heading towards the mountain gate.
In a moment, Duanhe had arrived at the mountain gate.
However, when I looked around, I didn't see the distinguished guest that my master had spoken of.
Just as he was about to hold his breath and wait patiently, he heard the sound of a sword.
As soon as the clouds in the sky opened, mysterious sounds appeared one after another, and the auspicious colors were colorful, condensed into golden flower necklaces, and slowly fell.
Accompanying this vision, a Taoist song came from far to near:
“The sword rides on the wind to slay the demons in the world.
I am happy when I have wine, but I am also crazy without wine.
Drink all the rivers in one drink, swallow the sun and moon in another drink.
Even if I drink a thousand cups of wine, I will never fall down, but I am the wine swordsman. "
Duan He looked up and saw sword light flying in the air, and two figures emerging.
One after the other.
Situated slightly in front was an indescribably handsome Sword Immortal, with a golden crown on his head and a white robe. A green blade slowly turned in the halo behind him.
He is holding a ruby gourd in his left hand, drinking slowly and carefully. He is holding a stylus in his right hand, the size of a writing brush, like a shrunken spear, which he can't help but rub.
Indescribable freedom and style.
The person who fell three or two steps behind him was a female immortal from Kun Dao. Her whole face was covered with a gauze scarf, and her face could not be seen clearly. Only her beautiful sea-blue eyes could be seen.
Neither of these two people concealed their Qi, so he naturally sensed that both of them were in the Golden Immortal realm.
My heart skipped a beat immediately.
Especially the senior female fairy, who seemed to be dominated by the former, made him know that this distinguished guest was extraordinary.
The two are naturally Fang Longye and Long Xuan.
Since he was acting as the Sword Immortal, Fang Longye naturally gave himself a name - the Wine Sword Immortal.
There are gourds, fine wine, and fairy swords.
Well, why isn't he a wine swordsman?
As for the so-called iron pen in his right hand, it is naturally the Coiling Dragon Spear.
As the Coiling Dragon Spear became the top magic weapon, the huge gap made it no longer so satisfying.
Faced with such a situation, naturally the only way to regain control is to use water grinding skills and a little bit of sacrifice.
Therefore, as long as Fang Longye has nothing to do now, he will always turn the Coiling Dragon Spear into the size of a writing brush, hold it in his hand, and continue to rub it and practice it.
It can be said that with the current quality and power of the Coiling Dragon Spear, Fang Longye will have to maintain this image for a long time even if he enters the Taiyi realm.
If during this process, he became a saint and became a mortal, and could be painted into a painting, I'm afraid he would also leave such an image.
Just like Lu Dongbin, the founder of Chunyang in the previous life, because there is a story that he was borrowed a sword by Emperor Zhenwu, he has the image of carrying an empty scabbard and is depicted in paintings.
The visions subsided and everything became calm.
Before the senior Sword Immortal in front of him could look at him, Duan He immediately saluted and said, "Duan He from the Laoshan Sect has met two seniors."
The attitude is respectful, gentle and courteous.
Between the actions, even the strictest person can't find any reason.
"No need to be polite."
Fang Longye flicked it gently, and with the power of the wind, he lifted Duan He.
He looked Duanhe up and down, nodded, and said in admiration: "Sure enough, you live up to your name. Based on your character alone, you will definitely become a golden fairy the next day."
"Thank you for your kind words, senior."
Although Duan He feels that he has good qualifications, the process of promotion to Golden Immortal is different from that of Yuan Immortal to True Immortal, but many of his colleagues are trapped in this prison.
He doesn't have full confidence, even if he has the master of Jinxian Perfect to protect his path, and his master has created the top Taiyi of the Laoshan sect.
So Duanhe didn't say much about this, but led the way and said: "Master was giving a lecture earlier. I'm afraid I won't be able to come to meet you immediately. I hope you can forgive me."
Fang Longye waved his hand and said with a loud laugh: "It doesn't have to be like this. I was just passing by your precious land. I happened to be interested, so I decided to visit your sect. It's my fault to disturb you for no reason~"
It's just that his eyes are heavy and he has thoughts in his heart.
Laoshan sect?
Is it more than just the Shangqing lineage?
Also, the real Mount Laoshan seems to be in Nanzhanbuzhou, right?
…
Winding along the mountain road, admiring the beautiful scenery of the Immortal Family, Duan He led Fang Longye and Long Xuan to a Taoist palace.
"Senior, the Qing Palace is the place where our Laoshan sect specializes in entertaining foreign guests. I hope you don't dislike this humble residence."
Fang Longye smiled, looked around, waved his hand and said: "Now the Qing Palace is in line with Taoism and nature, so why is it called a humble residence?"
Not only because the Qing Palace is really not small now, the so-called humble residence is just self-effacing.
It's even more because he has determined which lineage of the Three Purities this Laoshan sect belongs to!
Looking at the three big characters "Taiqing Palace" that were brightly displayed on the plaque above his head, Fang Longzhi secretly smiled.
Regardless of the previous life, in this life, in the prehistoric world, the "Taiqing Palace" was called the Lower Qing Palace by the Laoshan sect. What other reason could there be?
This Laoshan sect belongs to the Shangqing lineage, it is a sure thing~
Walking into this place, accompanied by Duan He, we took a tour of the scenery of the Qing Palace.
After walking through the corridors and winding paths, Fang Longye and his party came to a courtyard.
Duanhe introduced from the side: "Seniors may not know that the foreign guests received by the Xiaqing Palace include not only fellow visitors, but also the pilgrims who worship our Laoshan sect."
"And the area where this courtyard is located is a place exclusively for ordinary pilgrims to sincerely worship Taoism."
Fang Longye nodded to express his understanding.
After all, the Laoshan sect is not just a simple spiritual sect, but also has a religious nature, and it always comes into contact with believers and pilgrims.
When Xin stepped inside, he saw everything was clear and clean.
There are pines and bamboos, moss flowers all over the ground, and three or five white cranes flying around. Even if it is just a place for ordinary pilgrims to live, it is also a beautiful scene of an immortal family.
"Huh?"
Fang Longye cast his gaze on the three declining and withered flowers and trees, and couldn't help but feel strange.
You know, where is this place?
A sect of immortals, the place where the golden immortals stop.
No matter what kind of flowers, plants or trees enter this place, they will definitely remain green for thousands of years and never grow old.
How could there be a phenomenon of decline and withering?
Hearing Fang Longye's exclamation of surprise, Duanhe also looked at him with the same look of surprise.
"This~ I remember more than a month ago, these winter-resistant trees and white peonies were still fine?"
…
"Huh? Who chopped up that red leaf grass!"
"Damn it!"
"Three lives were actually lost just like this!"
"Alas! It's deplorable, admirable, pitiful!"
When Fang Longye saw the gentle and gentle person along the way, he suddenly became angry and even jumped up in anger.
I was immediately surprised.
I just heard a few angry words in his mouth, and his expression suddenly became strange.
Just because the scene in front of me seems to be very similar to a story in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio in my previous life.
Looking at the dead peonies and winter-resistant trees, Fang Longye murmured in his heart: "Fragrant jade? Jiangxue?"
for a long time.
Duan He finally calmed down and stopped yelling. He turned to Fang Longye and apologized: "I made senior laugh!"
"It's just~" There were tears in his eyes, looking at the three dead flowers and trees, and he said with a hint of condensation in his tone: "It's really the twists and turns in this, looking back now, it's too sad~"
"The younger generation can't help but yearn for it~ That's why I'm so angry and mourning."
After saying that, he immediately started talking.
As he spoke, just at the beginning, a glimmer of understanding flashed in Fang Longye's eyes.
"Although the details may be different, it is indeed the story of Xiangyu, Jiangxue and Huang Sheng told in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio~"
(End of chapter)
