Huashan Mountain is famous for its steepness. It is like a magnificent giant standing on the earth. Every stone crevice seems to tell the ancient history, and its majestic appearance tells the long and eternal story.
Huashan Mountain is very big, with more than one corner. When you climb up Huashan Mountain, you will be shocked by the magnificent scenery in front of you. The mountains are stacked and the sea of clouds is billowing, as if you are in a fairyland on earth.
The mountain peaks pierce the sky like sharp swords. Standing on the top of the mountain, it seems that you can touch the stars.
Dongzhang, Zhang Yimeng and others finally separated. At the foot of Huashan Mountain, they took Xiao Longnu and Grandma Sun directly to the mountains alone, and disappeared into the mountains under the reluctant eyes of the little princess.
"Let's go too."
Watching Dongzhang's figure disappear into the forest, the cook shook off the snow on his body.
"Um."
The few of them looked at each other for a moment and then started to climb the mountain in different directions. Seeing this, the little princess became a little anxious. She took two steps forward and said urgently: "Uncle Fatty, where are you going?"
"Of course we go up the mountain." The chef walked behind the team and glanced sideways at the little princess behind him.
"Then can I"
"cannot."
This was Zhang Yimeng's response for the cook. He stopped at the end of the team, turned around and glanced at the little princess and his party, and said indifferently: "Princess, the mountains are high and wide, and there is heavy wind and snow. No one knows. There are ghosts and ghosts here. If you want to spend these two days safely, you'd better stay less involved with us and say goodbye."
Zhang Yimeng re-rolled out the fan with the image of an impermanent ghost sticking out his tongue. Without saying anything, he turned around and followed the chef and others.
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Staring at them, they disappeared into the forest. The little princess stared blankly at the top of the mountain. She suddenly felt as if she was alone in the world. She was already feeling cold from time to time, as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and couldn't help it. His shoulders shrank and he hugged himself with his arms. From a distance, he looked like an abandoned kitten.
"Princess, the snow is getting heavy."
At some point, Pei Bin came up behind the little princess holding an umbrella and covered her head with the falling snow.
Feeling that there was no more snow falling on his head, the latter looked up, fixedly staring at the umbrella frame, and said tiredly: "Mr. Pei, tell me, why doesn't he want my help?"
Unable to help but look up in the direction where the man was leaving, Pei Bin held an umbrella and stood quietly behind the little princess, his lips moving: "People like him don't need help."
"Ha" laughed at herself, the little princess patted the snow on her head and shook off a snowflake. Her big black and white eyes looked faintly in the direction where the man left, and said in despair: "Yes, he is such a man. , arrogant and arrogant. Yet, full of a different kind of charm."
After speaking, she took a deep look at the silent old forest. The little princess turned and walked down the mountain. The clear voice suddenly reached everyone's ears, accompanied by the cold wind, with a hint of coldness: "Send my order, and the entire army gathers in Huashan." Stand by at Nanfeng, wait until the battle is over, and encircle and suppress all five forces, leaving no one behind."
"yes!!"
The vastness of the Huashan Mountains cannot be seen at a glance. The three peaks in the east, west and south are dependent on each other in the shape of a tripod. They are the main peak of Huashan. The middle peak and the north peak complement each other. The surrounding small peaks stand in a circle, like layers of green lotus petals. It forms the special charm of Mount Huashan.
Nanfeng is the highest peak of Mount Huashan and the highest peak of the Five Mountains. The ancients respectfully called it the "Head of Mount Huashan".
This time, a group of three people were walking along the forest path of Huashan Mountain. The leader was wearing tight-fitting black clothes, his hair was tied high, and he was carrying a long knife as long as a seedling on his shoulder.
Behind her, there is a peerless beauty in white clothes. Three thousand green silk hairs are floating in the wind like a waterfall. Two white hair ribbons are in harmony with the surrounding snow-white scenery. She is playful and fairy-like, walking on the forest path, as if Being demoted to the mortal world and relegated to immortality.
The two of them were walking in front of each other, no more than half a height apart, strolling in the snowy sky, casually and at ease.
Walking at the end is a scary old woman who looks like a ghost. She is quite old. Although she can hold ten jars of wine on her shoulders, she is extremely strong. The three of them seem to be walking slowly, but in fact they flash forward in the blink of an eye. More than ten feet out.
Walking on the mountain paths of Huashan Mountain, feeling the uncanny workmanship of nature, one will be unconsciously infected by this magnificent landscape.
“The view is great.”
Suddenly, the young man in black who was walking at the forefront stood on a peak and looked up at the layered sea of clouds.
"Well, it's beautiful."
Upon hearing this, the woman in white stepped forward and stood side by side with the young man.
Then the two of them looked at each other and smiled, and continued walking to the top of the mountain side by side. Behind them, the ugly-faced old woman never left.
On the south side of the peak is a thousand-foot cliff, upright as if cut, with a fault and deep ravine below, which is isolated from Sangong Mountain and Sanfeng Mountain. The south peak is composed of one peak and two tops. The one on the east side is called Songhui Peak, and the one on the west side is called Luoyan Peak. , it is also said that South Peak is composed of three peaks, including Xiaozi Peak to the west of Luoyan Peak.
In this way, Luoyan Peak is the highest in the middle, Songhui Peak is in the east, and Xiaozi Peak is in the west. The whole is like an armchair, and the three peaks are like a giant sitting facing north.
At the top of Luoyan Peak, the wind was howling, mixed with heart-breaking snowflakes, and the air was cold, almost like an ice cellar, which was different from the temperature down the mountain.
The mountains here are dangerous, and it is impossible to get up here without a certain level of light body cultivation. At the same time, three figures suddenly appeared at the top, it was Dongzhang Xiaolongnu and Grandma Sun.
Arriving at the top of the South Peak, Dongzhang suddenly felt that the sky was so close and the stars could be picked. Looking around, he could see the undulating mountains, the vastness of the mountains, the Yellow River and the Wei River like silk threads, and the desert plains like silk and cotton. People can truly appreciate the majestic and majestic Huashan Mountain and enjoy the magical feeling of being in the heaven and walking on floating clouds.
"ha"
Seeing the man laughing from the bottom of his heart, the dragon girl couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and said softly: "Do you feel something in your heart?"
"Um."
Nodding, Dongzhang did not deny that seeing this scene, his mood did change slightly.
The origin of the name Luoyan Peak is that returning geese often rest here.
The highest point of the peak is the top of Huashan Mountain. Literati and poets are proud to be able to climb to the top. The literati of the past dynasties who were able to climb here often became very passionate here, wrote poems and so on, so they were left to future generations. There are many descriptions in poems and essays, and the inscriptions on the cliffs at the top of the mountain are even more dazzling and can be found everywhere.
The famous poet Li Bai even sighed here: "This mountain is the highest. The breath of my breath is like the emperor's throne. I wish I could bring up Xie Tiao's amazing words to ask questions about the sky."
It's no wonder that Hu Dongzhang felt something. The three of them first looked around, and then went straight to a cliff to look at the famous sayings left by ancient scribes.
After pausing for a long time, Dongzhang didn't speak anymore. Instead, he jumped up to Yangtian Pond with his sword in hand, sat cross-legged in front of the cliff with the sword on his knees, and closed his eyes to reflect.
Seeing this, Xiao Longnu and Granny Sun did not disturb them, and silently came to the foot of a pine tree to welcome guests, and also followed the exercise to adjust their breathing.
Things are changing with each passing day, and things are changing with each passing day.
Two days and nights fly by. Today is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month every year, the Laba Festival.
The man sitting cross-legged by Yangtian Pond has been sitting here in silence for two days and nights. The thick snow has wrapped him up like a natural rock. At this time, a storm is coming.
The wind seemed to be stronger than usual, and a ray of light on the horizon jumped out of the sky and shone through the clouds to illuminate the earth.
The "snowman" standing by the Yangtian Pond suddenly moved, his eyes squirming quietly, and the snow covering his eyes slowly fell.
A pair of eyes shot through the snow to the sky, and a quiet voice immediately sounded from the top of Mount Huashan: "Here we come" (End of Chapter)
