Legend of the Cultivation God: Immortal Realm: The story of encountering immortals in Mingjian Pavilion

At the time of Wei Jiashen, the year was in May, when the mausoleum of Huangye Village was moved to the valley, and everyone in the Grand View Garden was scattered for a while, and when they were bored, I was the shadow of Shanjun. Mingming Shujun made an appointment to visit Wuhe Township The blessed land of Langhuan.

The mountain of Wuhe, surrounded by forests and mountains, is hidden like a ring, but there are only a few places in the southwest that lack one or two, and the gurgling stream comes from this.

There is a bridge near the river, and the rainbow is like a wing.

Two or three miles across the bridge, there are mountains suddenly, as Li Baiyun said, "Mountains rise from people's faces".

There are waterfalls on the mountain, the thunder crashes, the river collapses, the rocks splash and the snow sprays.

Passing across the stream, crossing the three mountains, the mountains and the stream merge, and the trees and stones are dense.

There is a small path beside the mountain.

The other three people climbed the vines and embraced the geese, and climbed up in Jianyi. After traveling for six or seven miles, there was a mountain called Mingjian, which was beautiful and beautiful, and as green as a daisy.

The top of the mountain is surrounded by clouds and mist, and among the illusory, the buildings, terraces and song pavilions are just like it.

The other three smiled at each other and stayed here for the night.

It's night insects chirping, and the new moon is like a beauty's evening makeup, bright, clear, calm, and solemn.

In the noisy world of mortals, I suddenly entered the cool world of vast glazed glass.

Yu Wanmei tossed and turned, got up at night wearing clothes, passed the pavilion, walked through the moon gate, and faced the lotus pond.

There is a pavilion beside the pool, and there are four people in white clothes sitting by the pavilion, the first from the left, black-faced and thin, the second from the left, bearded and solemn, deep in thought, and the neighbor, dressed in Confucianism and rich in crown, chic and handsome.

The one on the right cannot be seen immediately in the shadows.

The black-faced and thin man said calmly, "Shui Tiao talented person, is the night star river hanging on the ground, the moon is like a mirror, the breeze is beautiful, what is the good night in Naqin?" Lian, Zheng and Du all drank the Nanhu Lake in Xiakou at night, and made a good story about Langguan Lake. Why don't servants and lords follow suit, and add two or three scenic spots to this place?" "Yes, yes, the two princes , Gao Ren, who is righteous but not talented, stays with the last seat, but the kings are the first to look forward.

" The shadow man clapped his hands and laughed, looked left and said, "What do you think, Brother Zhou? "The bearded and stern man said, "The elders are destined, and I dare not say goodbye."

It's Ye Yuehua like practice, clear and bright, so why don't you take poetry as a record.

However, in poetry, there must be the word Mingjian.

""Take this as an example, take this as an example! "Everyone crosstalked.

The sound gradually died down, and in an instant, the Confucianist clothing champion chanted, "The bright mirror covers the dust, and the Weitai is illuminated with affection.

The black magpie arrives in the middle of the day, and the phoenix arrives in the flowers.

The jade color is suspiciously ice-cold, and the golden glow is like a moon.

Knowing Le Yanfu, he has learned talents.

" "Wonderful, wonderful! ", in silence, someone hit the festival and praised.

Turning to look at it, the shadow Shanjun and Mingming Shujun suddenly came hand in hand with the immortals from Yaochi. Paper, Shujun grinding.

And for the record.