The seventy-two peaks of Wudang face the top, and the twenty-four streams flow long.

The longest waterfall, flowing down like a god's help, was lifted up and straightened to the adjacent small lotus peak.

In the Little Lotus Peak, there is only a young Taoist who practices the art of heaven.

The waterfall is like a white silk, traversing the sky, and tens of thousands of pilgrims. When they see this scene, they feel like they are in a fairyland, silent.

In such a huge Wudang, almost a needle can be heard.

The water is used as a bridge, for whom is crossing?

Qi Xianxia witnessed with his own eyes that the ancient sword flew out of Taixu Palace together with sheaths.

He followed him, rushed towards the Little Lianhua Peak along the water bridge at the top of the two peaks.

As soon as I saw the little Taoist priest riding a green cow, he leaned against the turtle and camel monument and muttered to himself:

"Today's approval, it is advisable to go to Jiangnan."

The ancient immortal sword surrounded the young master, constantly flying around, like an old friend reunited, and was full of joy.

Seeing this, Qi Xianxia was in a state of excitement and asked:

"Hong Xixiang, who are you?!

Why did Lu Zu wear a sword and communicate with you in a spirited manner!"

The young master uncle riding the green bull turned a blind eye, looked stunned, pinched his fingers and calculated again, for a long time, let out a breath, smiled at Qi Xianxia, ​​and slowly stood up.

He reached out and stroked the ancient sword that was stagnant and hung in the air. He wielded his fingers, and the three-foot green peak was as clear as water. The scabbard was separated. He whispered to the scabbard and said softly:

"You go to Beiliang, you go to Longhu. I will arrive later."

The sword sheath went to Longhu Mountain, and the sword body flew towards the north Liang.

The ancient sword first "down the mountain".

Hong Xixiang was wearing a simple Taoist robe, patted the dust, rode a huge yellow crane, and looked at Beiliang.

Jiangnan is better, it is best to be in red.

Unfortunately, the red clothes are no longer in Jiangnan, but have returned to Beiliang.

Qi Xianxia looked up and looked at Huang He far away, saying horror: "Lu Zu?!"

Qi Xianxia was already shocked so much that she saw that the yellow crane had gone and returned, no longer rode a cow, but instead rode a crane.

This guy jumped out in a hurry, with an embarrassed look on his face and smiled:

"Go and say hello to some senior brothers first to get out of the mountain.

By the way, Brother Qi, in recent days, I have troubled you to do the science of those Taoist children."

Qi Xianxia has always been stereotyped, but at this moment, she can't help but want to swear.

Immortal?

That's it!

What a thing!

When he was young, after going up the mountain, he had never walked out of the new priest who had "Xuanwu Dangxing" archway, and was scolded by His Royal Highness as a coward.

Today, as soon as I entered the land, I finally had the courage to go down the mountain.

Born a wonder.

The Taoist riding the yellow crane leaves far away.

The yellow crane shuttles through the clouds and passes through the northwest city Yulong Pass. It is powerful. The gate city is locked in the border of the Yin, with a continuous defense line and layered layers. It constructs a defensive momentum and is tightly protected. It is one of the throats of the northern desert of the empire.

There were soldiers in the army who climbed the city and looked into the distance. I didn't know who it was. At first glance, I saw the yellow crane, and it seemed...

Is there a person sitting on the back of a crane?

Someone?

There is really one person!

The news spread immediately.

The soldiers on the border all rushed to the commanding heights at the city wall and saw an immortal who looked like a Taoist priest and was traveling east by a crane.

This northwest pass suddenly exploded.

When the yellow crane whizzed past the head, everyone looked up in a daze, daring to speak for fear of disturbing the heavenly beings and destroying the heavenly freedom.

The Central Plains is a prosperous land, with the Yellow Crane Tower standing on the banks of the river, with rugged wings and a heroic momentum.

There was once a poetic immortal who left a famous poem about the past, "The man had already left with a yellow crane, and there was nothing left here."

According to legend, five hundred years ago, Lu Dongxuan, a native of Yi from Guanxi, practiced Taoism for two hundred years and finally achieved the immortal position.

I swear that if there is something unfair in the world, I will not want to ascend to the heavenly court. I traveled around with poetry, sword, and wine. I once drove a crane to pass by this building, attracting purple air to rise to the east.

Inside the building and above the walls, there are more than 300 famous poems and sentences from various dynasties and dynasties.

Among them is the song "Yellow Crane" climbing the Kui".

Today, a grand poetry meeting was held upstairs.

The Central Plains scholars were in full swing of wine and poetry. They suddenly heard that there was a magical yellow crane flying from west to east.

So everyone came to the outer corridor to watch. When they approached, they suddenly realized that there was indeed an immortal sitting on it.

His appearance is not inferior to that of Lu Zu's style back then!

The literati and poets looked at each other in disbelief.

Are there really land gods in the world?

Five hundred years ago, he left on a crane, and five hundred years later, he returned on a crane.

The smoke is vast, and the yellow crane is in the sky, passing by the Yellow Crane Tower.

An old scholar said:

"We will not be in vain in our life when we witness this scene."

Beiliang.

Somewhere in the courtyard.

Old people, old scenery, old people.

The autumn wind rises, the autumn leaves fall, life gathers and disperses, the autumn crows perch and are shocked again, and I miss you and meet each other, and I know when.

At this moment, this scene is embarrassing.

The northern Liang land is filled with ice and snow, and the gorgeous peonies are extremely difficult to plant, but now they have withered one after another.

In the Qing Autumn season, there are still some century-old osmanthus for viewing.

The trees are old and long-lasting, and the branches are evergreen and fragrant.

In front of the old osmanthus tree, the osmanthus fell all over the ground, and the maid Er Qiao said angrily:

"Miss, Your Highness said, if you have injuries on your body, you can't run around!"

Compared to the past, the woman in front of me has become much thinner.

He reached out and clicked on the tip of the maid's nose, and smiled charmingly:

"You have to care about everything, who is the maid?"

The little maid was handsome and changed the subject and laughed:

"I heard from His Royal Highness that Miss had loved to wear red dresses, red dresses, and red dresses before. Why have Er Qiao never seen them?"

The woman looked dazed and said softly:

"You are still young and don't understand."

Erqiao looked at his chest and muttered, "It's not too small!"

The woman bent down and picked up a handful of golden osmanthus, with a fragrant osmanthus in her hand. She looked up at the branches and leaves of the osmanthus tree without saying a word.

The maid said caringly: "Miss, it's cold, why don't we go back?"

The woman's face was slightly pale and no longer rosy. She shook her head and said, "Let's wait."

The little maid said timidly: "Miss, I said, you are not allowed to be angry."

The woman smiled and said, "Speak and listen."

The maid lowered her head and said, "Once, the second young master chatted with Erqiao, saying that there was a coward on Wudang Mountain. He has been secretly liking the lady for many years."

The woman looked into the sky, let go of her five fingers, and the osmanthus fell one by one, sighing:

"That was the second young master who lied to you!"

Erqiao asked carefully: "Actually, the lady is waiting in her heart, right?"

The woman turned her head, flicked the maid's smooth forehead, and said:
To be continued...