Above the sea, five hundred miles to the east, there is a mountain named floating jade.

The Yikun Palace on the mountain is a palace made of white marble, and all the birds and animals on the railing made of white jade are light-colored, and there are trees with pearls and beautiful jade growing everywhere.

A high-walled mansion is located neatly and orderly beside the straight and wide shaded street, separated by the blue brick and white wall, you can see the cloud-like pavilion covered by green trees, and the shadows are full of shadows, revealing the cornices and corners among the flowers and trees.

The antique mansions are endless, surrounded by high walls, shaded by green trees, and the houses are lined up one after another, scattered, complex but not chaotic, gathered and orderly.

An ancient tree like a crouching dragon stands quietly between the sky and the earth, holding a huge umbrella cover since eternity.

The eaves are low, the lanterns are hanging high, and it is quiet and elegant among the bamboos that are swaying in the wind.

Walking along a winding flower path paved with gravel and strolling through the beautiful garden, you can see the strange flowers and plants that are not thanked for all seasons, and the fragrance of the flowers is quiet and refreshing.

Looking at the distant mountains, but seeing the mountains undulating, endless, layers of mountains and verdant, verdant trees.

Patches of mountains and forests, lush, verdant, the wide sea as far as the eye can see, smooth as a mirror, clear as jade.

The gust of mountain breeze blows, the air is fresh and luscious, and the beautiful scenery is elegant and quiet, which makes people feel refreshed and happy, and forget to return.

Bursts of gentle birdsong came from the depths of the shade of the trees, which was melodious and touching. The fine shadows of the sun sprinkled on the ground, mottled with light and shadow, moving with the wind, dazzling.

A pool of lake water, rippling blue waves, crystal clear, light smoke-like mist on the lake surface leisurely, doubly smoke waves vast.

The drifting mist, sometimes as thin as a light veil, sometimes as thick as a haze, makes people feel intoxicated.

As the line of sight fades away, the deep blue crystal river winds into the endless distance, the sound of the water is murmuring, the blue water is blue, and the tall trees that grow Wei Rui stand peacefully on both sides of the riverbank, the blue canopy is lush and lush, and it is effortless to lift the soft pink clouds on the horizon.........

Yan Luo no longer remembers, this is the first few days she has been adrift on the sea, tiredness from the four feet into the flesh, bone marrow, in an instant, her limbs, her bones, are soft, light and fluttering, she sat on the sea, there is no strength to stand up again, the gait is so tired that it is beyond words, the fairy mountain conjured up by the immortal barrier outside the floating jade mountain is always vivid, making it difficult for Yan Luo to distinguish the true from the false.

The head slowly lowered down, and the bright eyes of the past also darkened, as if the starlight was obscured by dark clouds, and the brilliance was lost.

The surrounding breath also seems to be gray, the so-called, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, the heart suddenly rises high and then falls rapidly, and finally returns to a helpless peace.

The corners of her mouth slowly tugged at an unnatural smile, quite heartbreaking.

Suddenly, she held her curled legs with both hands, sadness and longing solidified between her eyebrows, her eyes that were shining on weekdays were clouded, the tip of her nose was sour, and a stream of tears came out of her eyes, flowing to the corners of her mouth and burrowing into her mouth, salty, she pursed her mouth, she couldn't control herself anymore, and let the tears rush wildly.

"You're here, what are you crying about?"

A milky voice suddenly remembered, it began to babble and its words were not very clear, and it felt that it was very difficult to speak, and it jumped on Yan Luo's shoulder, and looked at Yan Luo with a pair of big eyes.

It was a soft cloud, and it could actually speak, which shocked Yan Luo, and he couldn't help but take a few more looks.

"What are you talking to?"

Yan Luo didn't expect that this little thing had a big temper, and the fierce appearance of the milk almost made Yan Luo laugh, looking at the small cloud on her shoulder, she sniffed and said, "I, I can't find my way back."

"You, this is looking for Xianmen?"

"Hmm".

Suddenly, she said excitedly, "I know, I'll take you there!" ”

Yan Luo said happily, "Really? ”

"Uh-huh, you come with me..."

Yan Luo doesn't care so much, she hasn't even seen a shadow of the Xianmen that she has been looking for for so long, since Xiao Yuntuan said that it knows the way, it is better to follow it, it is better than her own chaos in the sea.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because no one has come to Canghai for a long time, seeing you crying so pitifully, I have great mercy to lead the way for you"

Yan Luo was puzzled, wasn't Jiu Ye in Fuyu Mountain? Didn't he come out?

"It's been a long time? How long? ”

"It's going to be more than 300 years!"

"Aren't the immortals on the mountain coming out?"

Xiao Yuntuan suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Yan Luo, "Who told you that there are still immortals on the mountain?" As early as three hundred years ago, there was no one on the mountain, and now there is only one empty building in Yikun Palace, and the prosperity of the past has long since disappeared."

Yan Luo didn't believe it, she hurriedly took two steps forward, "Impossible, Yaoxi said that Jiuhua is still on Fuyu Mountain"

Xiao Yuntuan seemed to be recalling something, and suddenly said, "Yaoxi? Is it the bride? ”

"Do you know what happened back then?"

Yan Luo was anxious, and reached out to grab the small cloud, but unfortunately he didn't catch it, and it flew up and down, glaring at Yan Luo angrily.