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All the way to the strange peaks and beautiful stones, the corners of the courtyard are green bamboo and wild vines, and there are also various strange flowers and flowers in the middle, which is of extraordinary interest.

These scenery can be seen to have been deliberately arranged by man, but it does not damage the natural interest of the place in the slightest, and it is integrated with the scenery, which can be called ingenuity.

Yang Jun has not seen many buildings in Shengzhou, but there are also a lot.

Lingchu Mountain Lingyun Palace is a temple of the sect, majestic and majestic. The four folk residences have their own characteristics, the atmosphere of the Qin country, the bold Yan country, the elegance of the Yu country, and the patriotic style. The Chu family Jing Garden is also built on the mountain, which can be regarded as very elegant. But compared with this courtyard, there are a few more traces of deliberate and artificial carving.

Yang Jun was thinking about it, and he didn't realize that he had reached the end of the corridor. In front of you is a splendid maple forest, and there is a steep bluestone path in the forest. On the cliff on the right, on the outer edge of the maple forest, you can see the corner of the eaves where a pavilion flies diagonally.

Yang Jun was nervous for a while, not knowing whether it would be a mountain demon or an immortal, and his footsteps couldn't help but stop.

As he listened, he faintly heard a voice coming from the pavilion.

"Master, the guests are here." This is the girl's voice is crisp and pleasant, like a spring flowing in the mountains.

The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

A clear man's voice sounded: "There have been no guests in this mountain for tens of thousands of years. ”

Fu sighed again: "Not to mention the guests, even the host's family has not shown up for thousands of years." ”

The girl replied, "Master, how old am I?" I don't know what you're talking about. ”

"You girl!" The man chuckled lowly, "Don't invite guests up yet." ”

The girl replied crisply: "Hey! ”

Yang Jun's footsteps paused slightly, standing at the foot of the bluestone steps, his heart was worried, and he suddenly didn't know which foot to lift.

As he was hesitating, he heard a string of footsteps as light as a feather.

The girl walked on the bluestone steps, as if stepping on the floating clouds, fluttering.

After a while, a snow-white skirt corner was revealed between a cluster of red and bright maple leaves. Among the bright maple leaves, it is particularly eye-catching.

The corners of the skirt are gentle and soft, although they are as white as snow, they are full of color, like the clouds on the horizon, gorgeous and boundless.

Yang Jun looked up in amazement and saw a stunning face.

The girl was about fourteen or fifteen years old, poking her head out from between the maple leaves.

She smiled shallowly, her phoenix eyes were big and bright, the tails of her eyes were upturned, she looked forward to shining, her cheeks were filled with a faint red light, and her nose was upturned.

Such a beautiful girl! What kind of miraculous creation is this?!

Yang Jun's gaze lingered on the girl's rosy lips for a moment, crossed the graceful chin, and landed on the slender and white neck. At the end of the slender neck, two delicate collarbones are exposed.

Thirsty. I should be thirsty for climbing the mountain, it must be like this!

Yang Jun noticed that his breathing was a little disordered, but he couldn't help but move his gaze all the way down.

The undulating lines of the chest, the waist that was suddenly tightened by the belt, and the straight and slender legs......

"Ah, why is your face as red as a maple leaf?" The girl's voice sounded like a clear voice.

Yang Jun suddenly came to his senses and winked at the girl.

Fortunately, this girl didn't know what to do, so she didn't treat herself as a hooligan, and she didn't reprimand herself for being rude.

The girl grinned, tilted her head, and asked, "Are you shy?" ”

"Lingke." There was a soft cry from the pavilion above, as if reproachful, as if helpless.

The girl laughed, her eyes sparkled, and her face was compelling.

Yang Jun didn't dare to look at her anymore and bowed his head slightly.

I heard the girl laugh and say, "Come with me." ”

Yang Jun followed Lingke in a trance and walked on the bluestone path in a red maple.

Although he couldn't see the figure, Yang Jun judged from the eaves and voices at the corner of the pavilion that this pavilion was not far from where he was standing. But the path through the maple grove to the pavilion is steep, hidden among the rocks, and winds and turns.

After turning two corners in the maple forest, Yang Jun finally stood on a narrow stone platform. A few steps away, a pentagonal pavilion is impressive.

The pavilion is built on a huge stone platform that juts out of the mountain and is half-suspended in the air, with an abyss in front of it. The pavilion on the stone platform is like a goshawk with wings ready to fly, looking down on the vast world in front of it.

Behind the stone platform and to the right is a maple forest, on the left is a steep slope, and in front of it is a cliff, and the view is very open.

With a slight glance, Yang Jun could see several beautiful peaks in the southeast, as well as lush grass and trees in the mountains and deep valleys.

Surrounded by beautiful peaks, green mountains are stacked. The setting sun shines obliquely, pouring over the rolling hills, light and dark, light and shadow.

Lingchu Mountain is majestic and beautiful, the smoke and clouds are overflowing, and the scenery is magnificent.

Yang Jun saw that the peaks here were beautiful in twilight, and they were not inferior to Ling Chu Mountain. Even watching the sunrise here, the rising sun, the morning sun through the fog and mist, sprinkled in this spiritual realm, must be more magnificent.

Yang Jun's eyes raised slightly, and he saw the word "Weiran" written on the pavilion.

Azure Pavilion. Yang Jun nodded secretly.

It can not only watch the mountains and hills, but also enjoy the clouds and mist and the smoke and clouds gather and disperse, which is really worthy of the name.

This mountain peak stands out, and between the pitches, the mountains are all small, and there is a feeling of being the only one in heaven and earth. But this Azure Pavilion is half-hidden and half-exposed in the maple forest, adding a bit of subtle interest. Yang Jun couldn't help but be impressed.

This pavilion is truly a great place to see it!

Yang Jun's eyes swept slightly, and thousands of thoughts had already turned in his heart.

"Master." Lingke coquettishly ran a few steps forward and stepped into the Azure Pavilion.

Yang Jun came back to his senses and saw a person standing in the pavilion, standing facing the cliff with his hands in his hands. The man was dressed in a crane, with wide sleeves hanging low, and his black hair was scattered behind him, and the upper part was tied behind his head with a moon-white headband.

In today's Shengzhou Continent, except for children, most men tie their hair in crowns, and teenagers like Chu Ke have already tied their hair high. Shawls are really rare, either beggars or wild people.

The man in front of him had long hair draped behind him, but he did not look flamboyant and wild, but showed a carefree and elegant posture.

Although Yang Jun couldn't see his face, he felt that this person was dressed in Qinghua, like an immortal.

The people of Shengzhou regard the three mountains and twelve peaks of Xuantianmen as the immortal mountains beyond the world, and regard the elders of the sect as immortals. Yang Jun disagreed.

The person standing in front of him was as clear as water and wood, and he didn't make any movements, but it made people feel fluttering and wanting to ride the wind.

"The mountain of contempt is inhabited by gods and men."

This girl, a man, is all forgettable.

Yang Jun thought to himself, this is the so-called immortal, right? He bowed respectfully: "The boy greets the immortals." ”

The man turned to Yang Jun when he heard the sound and said with a smile: "What kind of immortal am I." ”