The vast sea breeds a large ravine, shaped like a gourd, which is bottomless and can be filled with thousands of water without overflowing or leaking. It is called Guixu.
Outside Guixu there are five fairy mountains, namely Daiyu, Yuanqiao, Fanghu, Yingzhou and Penglai.
There is a Liye Pond on the top of the Immortal Mountain, which is filled with rain and dew from the Immortal Realm. Strange people with high crowns and belts live around the pond.
The buildings where he lives are all made of gold and silver. There are many spiritual birds and animals in the mountains, and their hair is as white as winter snow. Grasses of pearls and trees of gemstones are everywhere, blooming with strange flowers and bearing mysterious fruits, which can be used by ordinary people to cure diseases and wounds, and to prolong life.
There is another legend in the world that says: The foundation of Wuxian Mountain does not exist, and it floats with the waves all year round, meeting each other back and forth, and remains unchanged for thousands of years.
At that time, the Immortal Emperor was unreasonably worried, fearing that the mountains would float away and the immortals would lose their homes, so he ordered fifteen giant turtles to hold up the Immortal Mountains with their heads, so that the five mountains would remain motionless. All the immortals advised him not to interfere, but the immortal emperor insisted on going his own way.
As time goes by, the old feelings finally fade away, and the five mountains become strangers to each other.
One day, a giant from Bolong Kingdom happened to return to the ruins. He fished with a hanging wire and caught six turtles. Daiyu and Yuanqiao drifted sadly to the North Pole and sank into the sea.
The immortals were disheartened and moved to other places. The remaining three sacred mountains parted ways and went their separate ways.
Since then, the balance of Guixu has been imbalanced, and the interface between heaven and earth has been chaotic, resulting in many disasters. The closed form of the ruins returns to the ruins, and it sadly dives into the depths of the sea, never to be seen again.
Yan Ci had read similar records in cultivation books many times, but he had never believed in such mysterious legends until he climbed to Fanghu Fairy Mountain, which Jiuying claimed as his own. When you are mysterious, you know that everything in the world is unpredictable.
Going against common sense is also a kind of common sense. Everything cannot be known, and all sounds cannot be heard. What makes fools stupid is precisely that they have solidified their thinking and only use common sense to judge extraordinary things.
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The blue mist was so thick and thick that it was suffocating and difficult to move around.
The Qilin beast's scales opened and closed, its movements gentle and soothing, slowly shaking the clouds wrapped around the surface of its body.
When we were having a cup of tea, the sky suddenly opened up, and a strange scene appeared in front of us.
There are no gulls or herons on the beach, but a round sea that seems to be built with regular measurements is hidden behind the mist. The sea water is as black as ink. There is no wind on the sea surface, but the waves are surging, setting off tens of feet of waves, as if all the souls and resentments in the world are sinking into it. The halberd finger and the chewing tongue are creepy.
"Ming Hai!" Yan Ci exclaimed.
There are very few records of this sea existing in the world. Most people in the world do not know the details. They only say that it is at the junction of yin and yang, dividing life and death.
Yan Ci saw that the young Qilin did not dare to wade into the water, and he became more and more afraid of it.
Looking up into the distance, a lotus-shaped cloud holds a seamount standing in the distance.
This mountain is more than a thousand feet high and stretches hundreds of miles around. It shines with golden light and white light under the scorching sun.
The young Qilin's heart was like a nest of rabbits, jumping happily. It shook its head and snorted, stepped on its front hooves a few times, and carried one person and one elf toward the sea, mountain, wind and clouds.
The sea and mountains are steep and beautiful, with horizontal peaks and side ridges, which are unique and ingenious.
The turbulent sea waves stopped at the boundary of the mountains and became as flat as a mirror. The light blue and strange lotus mist clouds held the island, dividing the landscape very clearly.
Different from ordinary defensive light curtains, this pure holy realm barrier does not need spiritual materials or magic circles to drive it. It is formed and maintained spontaneously only by the rich spiritual energy in the holy realm of Lingshan.
The young unicorn spread its hooves and drove straight in. The barrier was slowly opened like a curtain, and two statues of immortal masters carved in gold and shining brightly came into view.
The statue's brows are solemn, and there is no lack of roughness as if carved by a carving knife, but the majesty that cannot be desecrated is fully outlined.
The golden body, which is more than a hundred feet high, blends into the sky and the earth. It pinches the fingers with one hand and stretches out the other hand as if to invite guests. It silently guards the secrets of the sea and mountains with its posture of holding up the sky.
The feeling of being close to home is even more timid. The posture of the young unicorn is docile and pious. He stops in front of the statue and looks up into the distance. He sees purple clouds in the distant mountains, criss-crossing streams and waterfalls, sections of silver walls, and golden houses dotting the mountains.
Ahead, green grass is lush, and a jade stele hangs in the air, exuding a magical atmosphere that interprets creation.
The shape of the stele is ancient and majestic, with no traces of chiseling or erosion of the years. The faint and colorful light is floating and flowing, projecting a dream-like spectacle of phoenixes and dragons flying.
The ancient characters written on the stele confirmed Yan Ci's conjecture.
Penglai!
Penglai is the holy land of Lingshan that is coveted by cultivators, the blessed land of Langhuan where kings and emperors seek immortality and medicine, and the fairyland on earth spread by literati and poets.
The fairy mountain that the world has been worried about, but cannot find, is actually lying peacefully in front of us!
Xiao Mengjiu was dazed and said stupidly: "Penglai, Penglai...ah! Penglai..."
Yan Ci tried his best to appear calm and calm, but the ecstasy that could not be concealed still made him dizzy with excitement. Pies would indeed fall from the sky, and they would even fall directly into his arms.
The young unicorn twists its head and tail to lead the way forward.
The quiet mountain col is covered with verdant green, and the white and light morning mist floats faintly among the branches.
The ancient trees are majestic and the vines and vines are intertwined, but the unique smell of decay in the primeval forest is abandoned, and the fresh and long-lasting fragrance dances in the nose. The spiritual energy accumulated over the years condensed into broken crystals and surged towards his mouth and nose.
As soon as I turned around the mountain col, I saw a golden mountain crouching in front of me on the left, shining with golden light, and a silver mountain crouching in front of me on the right, shining with silver light.
Jewels and jade flowers are in full bloom everywhere, pearls are dotted among the branches of beautiful trees, emeralds are surrounded by cold springs and clear streams, and thousands of clumps of rays of sunlight complement each other, creating a profound and magnificent scene.
Yan Ci carefully selected a few rare treasures that were extinct in the world, and then urged the elves and unicorns who were eager to play to escape deep into the fairy mountain.
Looking back at Xiao Mengjiu, she is covered with treasures. She holds the Cold Moon Star Diamond in one hand and the Flower Mirror on the temples in the other. She wears a purple jade bracelet with hundreds of flowers and thousands of flowers on her wrist, a longevity lock with a crane dancing in the sky around her neck, and a phoenix dancing neon ribbon tied in front of her waist. Huang Pei and flowing golden silk sash.
As if the jewels and jewels all over her body were not enough, the garlands in her hair were also messily decorated with rare treasures such as the Fairy Controlling the Phoenix with Golden Steps, the Purple Swallow Twisted Jade Hairpin, the Blue Marrow Dotted Green Flower Hairpin, and the Jade Leaf Golden Chandelier Hairpin. things.
However, the elf has an exquisite figure and is equipped with various accessories, which makes it look extremely funny. Yan Ci felt as if he had been poked in his laughter point and fell down laughing.
Xiao Mengjiu was distracted and looked around stupidly. This pile of dazzling luxury, that pile of dazzling crystals, and the pile of radiant colors made it difficult to choose among the mountains full of treasures.
The young unicorn tilted its head and stared blankly at the elf spinning around in place. The strange tree in its mouth fell to the ground, but it was still unaware.
Looking far into the distance, you can see the real Yaoyuan Fairy Garden.
The mountains are towering and verdant, the scenery is secluded, the green peaks are beautiful, and the auspicious mist is misty.
Purple mist evaporates over the ridges, waves, peaks and waves, green chinchillas and peaches line the landscape, blue moss piles among the heavy cliffs, and the fragrant snow twigs in the ravines are fragrant.
There are no deer traces in the secluded forest, no sound of apes in the empty valley, and several pearl palaces and shells are bathed in colorful clouds, either shiny or bright, expressing the prosperity of the past.
The collection of scenic spots and the magical postures of the immortal family are endless. A skilled painter cannot copy the essence, and a spectator with embroidered mouths cannot describe half of its charm.
It is quiet and beautiful yet open-minded, eclipsing all the beautiful things. This is an indescribable kind of joy that can only be enjoyed in the heart.
The majesty and majesty of Kunlun Mountain and the mystery and steepness of Wushan Mountain seem to fall into the cliché compared with Penglai's delicate bones and splendor.
Throughout ancient times and today, countless poets have walked around and sang, fantasizing and talking about the elegance of Penglai's water and nature.
The remaining pieces of auspicious light are full of endless reverie. Watching the sunset over the Changhe River, the Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow, which is just a corner of Penglai.
The apricot rain, the fragrant dust, the pine smoke, or the condensed sea of flowers, perfectly fit into one, without any abruptness or any shortcomings, everything is just right.
Even if the Creator had a whim one day, I'm afraid it would be difficult to create such a flawless worldly picture again.
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In the hinterland of Penglai, thousands of mountains come and go, and the staggered steep peaks surround Penglai Peak like stars over the moon. The tops of the peaks touch the blue sky and dance gracefully with the clouds.
Green pines hang slantly on the peak wall, and the moss is so slippery that it can't stand on it.
A waterfall sprays beads and splashes of jade, as if falling from the sky. It is difficult to judge its height in the hazy smoke.
The sun reflects on the clear river, the top of the mountain is clear and cold, and the scenery is classical and ethereal.
The green pine music plate and the whirling bamboo shadows compose a heavenly fairy sound in the dew-smoked wind. The notes are flowing, the melody is clear and elegant, like the white snow in spring, it cleanses the soul, making people intoxicated and derived from it. The meaning of dust.
The water in the Liye Pool is formed by the sweet rain from the Tianhe River. The water quality is clear and translucent, and the water surface is trickling with cold pulses floating around.
Yan Ci stopped by the pool and suddenly smelled the fragrance of the pool water, which felt very familiar.
He took a sip of the water and tasted it. It was indeed a good water that was as sweet as honey and refreshing for the lungs. He smiled and said, "If it's good, it's good. I'm afraid it's some fairy's bath water. You shouldn't drink too much."
Xiao Mengjiu weighed the flower-faced mirror on her temples and looked at herself in pity. Hearing this, she chuckled and said, "Come and look in the mirror. Do you think you are so lucky?"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a green mist steaming beside the Qilin Beast. It transformed into a cub and jumped into the pond to play with water.
Yan Ci suddenly realized that the fragrance of Qilin's body was pure orchid, which was exactly the same as the fragrance of Liye. It must have been that Qilin beast drank or took cold baths in this water all year round when it lived in its old place, so it was contaminated by this fragrance.
It's just puzzling why the young unicorn traveled to Yunmiao Mountain tens of thousands of miles away. Could it be that the Red Flame Ancient Ape was lucky enough to swim through Penglai! Yan Ci secretly exclaimed that something was wrong.
Outside the pond, there are fragrant grasses and colorful flowers. The flower path is winding and I don’t know where it leads.
Follow the road, bypass the Xihuang Forest, cross Cuizhongli, and enter the Lianhan Gate. An indigo narrow bridge lies across the cliff.
There are majestic pavilions behind the cliff, majestic palaces, winding silver screens, floating golden houses, and ancient immortal mansions, all of which are of profound interest.
Yan Ci no longer cared about him and rushed into the palace in a hurry.
On the north-south central axis, there are Lingchao Hall, Huangting Hall and Taisu Hall. Qingxuan Palace, Yanshou Palace, Qianqiu Palace in the east, Lotu Palace, Calabash Palace, Shifangdang Hall in the west...
Stepping through the layers of green tiles and red roofs, stepping over the painted pavilions and golden towers, and entering the Guidian orchid palace, everything is the same, all the same, and empty.
Yan Ci was burned by the nameless evil fire and cursed: "Mother Xipi, it's true that the treasure mountain is empty and you are just rejoicing!"
The young Qilin wandered around looking for treasures with his big eyes, fearing that something would happen to Yan Ci out of anger and that he would lose his support.
Xiao Mengjiu was not interested and told the truth with one sentence: "Innocent! Not to mention the migration of the ancient immortals, there are very few things left behind. Penglai Mountain has been idle for many years, and its appearance is exactly the same as the rumors. It can be seen that those who have climbed there in person I don’t know how come it’s your turn to pick up the leaks?”
While Yan Ci was angry, he thought to himself that Nightingale's words, "When you burn incense, the Buddha will fall off his buttocks." What a damn "beautiful word"!
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