Legend of the Cultivation God: Immortal Realm: Mingjian Pavilion Encounters with Immortals
When Wei Jiashen was at the age of Puyue, when the mausoleum of Huangye Village was changing and the valley was changing, the people in Daguanyuan were scattered for a while, and when they were bored, I was the shadow Shanjun, Mingming Shujun made an appointment to visit Wuhe Township together The Langhuan Blessed Land. Wuhe Mountain is surrounded by Lin Xiu, and it is like a ring, but there is only one or two missing in the southwest area, where the gurgling stream is coming from.
There is a bridge in Linxi, and the rainbow is flying. Two or three miles across the bridge, there are mountains, and Li Baiyun "mountains start from people's faces". There are waterfalls on the mountain, thunder and rivers collapse, rocks and snow are splashed, and it is more than a thousand feet. Crossing the creek, crossing the three ridges, the mountains and the creek merge, and the trees and rocks are thick. There are trails next to it, and even the mountains are winding. The rest of the three climbed the vines and embraced the ge, went up in jian clothes, and traveled for six or seven li. There was a mountain called Mingjian, Zhuo Mu Xiuli, and a blue sky like a dais. The top of the mountain is surrounded by clouds and fog, and between the emptiness and the ethereal, the roofs and terraces are like songs.
The rest of the three looked at each other and smiled, and spent the night here.
It is the night insects chirping and chirping, the crescent moon is like a beautiful evening makeup, bright, clear, cool, and solemn. In the turbulent red dust, I enter the cool world of ten thousand zhang glazed glass, and I can hardly tell who is born, what world is this.
Yu sleepless nights, put on clothes and got up at night, passed Xuan Ting, passed through the moon gate, and approached the lotus pond. There is a pavilion next to the pool, four people sitting by the pavilion in white clothes, the first from the left, black-faced and thin, the second from the left, bearded but stern and dreary, and the neighbors, the Confucian clothing Boguan, is handsome and rich. The one on his right was invisible in the shadows, and Yuping calmed down and watched it. The black-faced and thin man said loudly, "The talent of the water tune is the night star river hanging down on the ground, the bright moon is like a mirror, the clear scenery is beautiful, what is this good night?" Du Zhuren, drink the South Lake of Xiakou at night, and achieve a good story of Langguan Lake, why don't the servants and the lords follow the beauty, and add two or three famous places to this place?" "Ran Ye, Ran Ye, Ergong is a master. , and righteousness is not talented, I will accompany the last seat, but the heads of the kings will follow." The shadowy man rubbed his palms and laughed, looked left and said, "What do you think, Brother Zhou?" Yuehua is like practice, clear and bright, and it is pleasant to learn. Why don't you take poetry as a discipline. However, there must be two words Mingjian in poetry." "Take this as an example, take this as an example!" Everyone said. The voice became quiet, and in an instant, the Confucian wear Boguan chanted, "Mingjian covers the dust, and loves Weitai. The Japanese and Chinese magpies arrive, and the phoenixes come in the flowers. The jade color is suspiciously ice-piercing, and the golden light is like the moon. Fang Zhile Yanfu, You can learn from your own talents." "Wonderful, wonderful!" In the silence, some people praised the festival. Turning to look at it, the shadow Shanjun and Mingming Shujun suddenly realized that the immortals of Yaochi came together hand in hand, Yu anxiously waved his hand, looked around, the people were vague, the clouds and trees were vague, the man in white suddenly disappeared, and he urgently ordered Shanjun to spread the paper, Shu. Jun grinding. But to remember.