The sky has dawned, there are no mountains on the cloud frame, no Qiong Mountain, only the magnificent mist is closely connected with the blue sky and idle clouds, the breeze can not set off ripples, and the morning sun cannot penetrate the obstacles. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Childe, there is Spring Mountain ahead, it's just that this Spring Mountain is extremely difficult to climb at this time, there is a bluestone sword path in the mountain, and the sword intent is heart-wrenching, I'm afraid it's ......" The girl turned around and said, and the phoenix saw her appearance clearly in the fine morning light.

Two bends seem to be frowning and not frowning cage smoke eyebrows, a pair of glass eyes that seem to be happy but not happy, cloud temples are soaked in ink, the head is inserted in the phoenix hairpin as if to fly, the tassels of the two temples are too long, and the minus one point is too short.

"I'm only here for a wish, as for whether I can climb Spring Mountain, it can only depend on my creation." Canghuang's gaze moved from the white-clothed girl to Chunshan.

A hint of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the girl in white, but after a moment, she pursed her lips and chuckled, blooming with the most beautiful smile in the world, "Okay then! Good luck. ”

Spring Mountain is not far away, the woman fell into the void, put the canghuang on the ancient road to the spring mountain, the canghuang bowed to the girl and said: "Canghuang thank the fairy for taking a ride, Canghuang is grateful in his heart." ”

The girl in white looked at Canghuang with wide eyes, but she didn't see Canghuang any more for a long time, so she frowned slightly, Nunu mouthed, and looked like she wanted to speak, and finally she could only curse secretly in her heart, "Elm pimple!" ”

The woman in white escaped into the void again, and the phoenix looked at the girl's back, feeling a little lost in her heart, and finally shook her head secretly.

The girl took the frame and stood against the wind, she looked down at the canghuang, and said with a light and breezy appearance, "I forgot to tell you that I am a disciple of the Wangxian Sect of Chunshan Palace, and my surname is Zhu Mingque." ”

After the girl finished speaking, she fled as if she had fled far away, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Suzaku? Isn't this a mythical bird? Canghuang frowned, looked at the sky with his hands down, and only chuckled.

An hour later, Canghuang walked a few miles, but he didn't want to have a small village at the foot of the Spring Mountain, the village was built on both sides of the ancient road, several restaurants, a few wineries, and some blacksmiths begged for a living here.

Seeing that there were guests in the village, Xiao Er of the restaurant and the wine shop tried his best to pull Canghuang, but Canghuang refused one by one.

Canghuang walked through the village and came to the end of the ancient road, and at this time the fog was within reach, and many people gathered here.

Some watched the fairy mist, some were sad, and some sighed secretly, with different postures, some joys and sorrows.

"Haha, my son has been in the fairy mist for three days, and I'm afraid he has already escaped into Spring Mountain and become a monk." A man with slightly gray temples stepped out of the carriage and said to himself with a smile on his face.

"Alas~ You are a useless thing, you can't even climb a mountain, in your spare time, you can't walk three times a day on the mountain behind your home! What's going on today? An old man in coarse cloth pulled a young man, slapped the young man on the shoulder with his hand, and said angrily.

"Daddy, for some reason, I walked up the ancient road, walked and walked, and then came out." The boy choked with tears in his eyes.

"There is an immortal array in this Spring Mountain, not everyone can go up if they want to." The man with gray temples walked up to the coarse cloth old man and explained, but there was inevitably a bit of pride in his words.

Canghuang looked at this scene, his nose was sour, and his eyes were uncontrollably watery, for fifteen years, he had thought about this scene countless times, he had done bad things, his father was angry and taught himself, and his mother dissuaded him again and again, but the most ordinary scene in the world was too luxurious for him.

Canghuang tightened his burden, walked to the front of the fairy mist, sank his mind, no longer delayed, took a step, and walked into the fairy mist.

Canghuang walked into the fairy mist, began to be a little drowsy, couldn't see the mountains and obstacles, and couldn't see the Qihua Yao grass, but when he looked up, a bluestone ancient road buried with historical smoke and clouds was clear and abnormal, he was like a bright galaxy falling into the mortal world, lying across the vast sea of clouds, it has endless past and present lives. The vicissitudes of the ancient road, the bluestone sighed, who knows through the ages, his unmoving injuries are gradually cooling.

"This is the ancient road that the saint once walked, or the ancient road that the mother once walked." Canghuang thought so, his heart was a little more anxious, Canghuang took a deep breath, his feet were firm, and he strode towards the ancient road.

Between the vast sea of clouds, only this ancient path was extremely clear in Canghuang's eyes, and as for what immortal array, Canghuang didn't see it.

After about three or four hours, Canghuang walked to the end of this ancient road, here is like a dojo, extremely open, a two-foot ancient lamp hangs in the air, its light hangs down the ancient road, Canghuang at this time in his heart to understand, it is this lamp that illuminates the ancient road.

On the open dojo, carved with extremely exquisite fairy birds and beasts, on the dojo at this time there is a man and a woman sitting cross-legged, and then look up, it is a bluestone road, countless stone steps go straight up, there is no end.

After Canghuang pondered for a long time, he took out a scroll from his bosom and gently unfolded it, on which two emotional acacia flowers were sketched out with a plain pen, and a nameless snow-white strange flower was attached to the flower plant.

On the right side of the scroll is a quotation.

"Where is the flying feather and the flying flowers,

Layers of ice and snow devastation,

Sparse one tree and five are colder.

Love him and the moon well,

Emaciation is also related.

The most is after the silk is shaken,

Convert Yi Chunshan,

The dream of the skirt is intermittently difficult.

How much the west wind hates,

Blowing does not scatter the eyebrows. ”

The desolate sigh, the withered affection, the poplar flower into the water, in the end, is still a lonely duckweed in this world, floating without roots, is this her fate?

When writing this song and composing this song, her heart may be as miserable as that Yang Hua, right?

Is it love, is it hate? Where to go?

In the center of the scroll is written the three words "Yunshang Sue", the handwriting is beautiful, but there is a faint coldness in the elegance of the face, Cangli's fingertips brushed the word quotation, brushed the song notes, soft like a foot of red flowers blooming on the branches of the cold plum, for fear of waking up the dust in the wind and snow.

He muttered softly, "Mother, are you here?" ”

Canghuang took out the flute on his waist, he wanted to play a song in this spring mountain, blowing the song that hid the flowers and the full moon, and hid the song of life and death, someone should hear this song, someone should know that he is coming.

He pursed his lips, and the feelings of longing for fifteen years poured into the flute like a tide, and the flute sounded.

……

At this time, the finch was dancing in the palace to tell several sisters about the experience of going down the mountain, and her voice was full of emotion, so that several senior sisters couldn't help but cover their mouths and chuckle, but they loved this eccentric little sister.

"When I went back to the mountain, I met a bandit, and guess what? There was a person who was sitting on the ancient road in the wilderness, unarmed, so he pretended to be a disciple of Chunshan, and dared to block the way of those mountain bandits with the strength of one person, but fortunately, this girl appeared in time, beheaded the bandit, retreated from the bandits, and finally saved the boy. The finch stood in the palace, overjoyed, and said with a proud attitude.

"Oh? That's a teenage hero. Shang Qiu stood up and stood up, looking at the smiling flowers and branches.

"I'm afraid that our little junior sister is already in love with that young hero, right? Hehe~" Ling Fei covered her mouth and chuckled, teasing the finch.

Suddenly, the flute sound came, breaking the cheerful atmosphere of the others, and the finch listened intently, then she frowned slightly, and finally closed her eyes gently.

The sound of the flute disturbed the qi of heaven and earth, the heart of the phoenix and the flute fit perfectly together, this song also has a soul, flying into the hearts of the people, countless Chunshan disciples closed their eyes, they gave birth to a silent spiritual scroll in their hearts, and the distant whispering, they heard the story in the song, saw the lingering lover in the song, they embraced each other, turned into a pair of butterflies in love with life and death, abandoned the glitz of the world, and flew into the flowery mountains and rivers.

But the sound of this song has changed, and everyone's hearts have sunk to the bottom with this music, as if all flowers are imaginary, and there is only the fire burning in the mountains and rivers, and the two butterflies that will not give up in life and death are tormenting and tormenting in the flames...... until it is reduced to ashes.

The entire Spring Mountain was silent, never so quiet as at this time, as if the entire Spring Mountain had died with that love.

Someone opened his eyes and wept bitterly, he didn't know why he was crying, but his heart was so grief-stricken that he couldn't help crying.

The sword of the refining weapon was broken, the alchemy of the pill was destroyed, and the mind of the practice was taken away, just because of the song that was ecstatic.

Canghuang closed his eyes and stood there for a long time, motionless, he was afraid that when he opened his eyes, his eyes would be as cold as ever.

Behind them, a man and a woman sat cross-legged without making the slightest noise, letting their tears drip and wet their clothes.

……

In the spring mountain, the bird opened her eyes, and before she knew it, she burst into tears, and she said softly: "The sound of the song came from the bottom of the mountain, he came, he must be here." Then the finch took three steps and ran out of the palace gate in two steps.

"Senior Sister Shangqiu, how can there be such a deeply rooted song in this world?" Ling Fei caressed her face with a light veil and said with some resentment.

After a long time, Canghuang Fang opened his eyes, and it was really empty, no one came, but this time he never cried, even though he was extremely sad, his heart was like a knife, but his heart was not dead, so he put away his flute, straightened his waist, and walked towards the bluestone sword.

"Wait~" Suddenly, the woman behind Canghuang stood up, looked at Canghuang's back, and shouted softly.

The woman's appearance is not outstanding, but she is very chic in black, "Now is not the time for Chunshan Palace to spit out the old and accept the new, so it is extremely difficult to climb the mountain." The ancient road below depends on whether your mind is clear, and only those who are clear can see the light hanging down this heart lamp, this bluestone sword path, unless you have a firm intention to compete with the avenue, or your sword heart is clear, and you can crack the sword intent, so you can climb the stairs. ”

"This sword intent is very powerful, I have climbed the steps again and again, and I have refined my mind in this sword intent again and again, and now I have climbed the two hundred and forty-ninth steps, if you can't crack the sword intent, and you want to climb the Spring Mountain, you must not force it, you can only refine your mind again and again, and appreciate the sword intent, otherwise you will lose your mind, collapse your mind, and you will never recover." When the brocade-clothed man heard the words of the girl in black, he also stood up and said to Canghuang with a serious face.

"Thank you for your insight, I should remember it in my heart, do you want to climb the mountain together?" Canghuang looked at the woman in black and the man in brocade and asked.

"Fellow Daoists, please! I'll see if I can crack the sword intent in it. The woman in black shook her head, her mind was not enough to reach the top, she could only choose to crack the sword intent, but the sword intent could not be broken in an instant.

"We hope our insights can help you." The man in brocade said to Canghuang.

Canghuang nodded solemnly, and walked towards this bluestone sword, standing in front of the bluestone sword, Canghuang let go of his mind and walked towards the bluestone steps with the sword intent of the heart.