Saying that the red tassel was full of happiness, the right arm, the red tassel, the white-clothed scholar, and the Meiwu qin master happily rode on the fire and rushed to Qingcheng Mountain to find the fifth poem fairy sword mystery.

On Huo'er's back, the white-clothed scholar sat on his right arm with the master of Meiwu Qin and behind the red tassel, a gust of air flowed by, and Huo'er shouted: "Everyone hold on steadily, there is a mountain air flow ahead!"

"Okay!" As soon as everyone's words fell, Huo'er was swayed left and right by the impact of the air flow surging left and right, stumbling, the front right arm used his body to block the strongest wind flow coming on, Hongying closed his eyes and hugged his right arm tightly, the Meiwu qin master hugged the red tassel, the white-clothed scholar hugged the Meiwu qin master, and the four of them leaned over Huo'er's back together, Huo'er reduced his speed and slowly passed through the air flow, and there was a row of boundless green mountains and rivers in front of him, the blue sky was beautiful.

"Master, we're almost at Qingcheng Mountain!" Huo'er said excitedly.

"Okay!Huo'er, pay attention to the wind coming from the left and right, and keep flying at a constant speed!" said Huo'er with his right arm, patting Huo'er's shoulder.

"By the way, right-arm brother, let's go to Qingcheng Mountain this time to find the last book of the Poetic Immortal Sword, can you pull out the Sun and Moon Divine Sword? Hehe, I'm curious, can you take a copy of the Poetic Immortal Sword Mystery Book for me to see?"

"Hehe, you see that cheats are useless. With a smile in his right arm, he took out a mysterious book of poetry and fairy sword from his arms, turned his head and handed it back to the scholar in white.

"Why is it useless for me to look at it?" said the scholar in white, opened the book of poetry and fairy sword mysteries, and there were pages of blank paper in it, without a word or a drawing, and said in surprise, "Brother of the right arm, is this poetry and fairy sword mystery book a wordless heavenly book?"

"Hehe, little junior brother, this poetic fairy sword is mysterious! Only your right-arm brother can see the words inside, and others can't see it. Hongying said with a smile as she took the book of poetry and fairy sword mysteries and handed it to her right arm.

"Oh, it's so wonderful, hehe, it's a treasure of martial arts! Brother with the right arm, there is time for me to see the contents of the book!" said the scholar in white with a smile.

"Okay, I'll let you see it now!" said the right arm, and opened a mysterious book of poetry and fairy swords in the wind. Soon, the tattoo on the right arm began to heat and burn, the tattoo was instantly ignited by a nameless fire, the sleeves outside the tattoo were burned off, flying in the wind, the tattoo on the right arm continued to shine gold, brighter and brighter, the patterns on the tattoo began to slowly wake up and jump, thousands of flamingos flew out of the tattoo, these fiery red flamingos were combined into some words and pictures in order over the green mountains, everyone was stunned, take a closer look, the picture is some martial arts moves, those words become a poem:

The thousand-year-old catastrophe is difficult to quell, and the Golden Dome fell into the abyss.

Returning to the sword mound, Taihe Mountain, the descendant of the sword god.

Three repairs and three refinements of tattoo flames, the cave heaven and blessed land bitterly become immortals,

The phoenix nirvana dragon god slashed, and then punished the evil and sacrificed to the heavens.

"Hey, these martial arts are indeed ancient Xuangong, and I have listened to the master's guidance. Hey, I've heard this poem too, and the right arm is really the descendant of the dragon god. The Lord of the Plum Wood Qin stared at the characters in the air and said in surprise.

"Lian'er, can you understand the meaning of this poem? The white-clothed scholar tugged at the corner of the Meiwu piano master's coat and smiled suspiciously.

"I guess I know a thing or two. Presumably, after Gongzi gets the last Poetic Immortal Sword Mystic Book, he will be going to cultivate the Dragon God Slash, right?" said Master Meiwuqin.

"Hehe, the piano master is really a god!

"Sister Lian, you are really talented and intelligent, give you a big thumbs up!" Hongying smiled and stretched out her right hand into the air and gave a thumbs up.

"Childe and sister have won the prize! The prophecy is true, it seems that only Childe will be able to deal with Liancheng in the future. The master of the plum wood looked into the distance and said softly.

"Lian'er, and me, and my little fish!" the white-clothed scholar patted the shoulder of the Meiwu piano master and smiled.

"Hehe, as long as we all work together to kill demons and defend justice, there is no demon that cannot be eliminated!" said with a smile on his right arm, and put away the mysterious book of the Shixian Sword and put it back in his arms.

"Master, it's Qingcheng Mountain in front!" Huo'er's voice just fell, everyone looked down at Qingcheng Mountain, looked up and down, Qingcheng Mountain is verdant, layers of mountains and obstacles, winding paths, ancient Tibetan fun, Dan ladder thousand steps, winding paths are secluded, win with seclusion. The mountain has flying springs, fairies, red rocks, onion cages, strange and dangerous ravines are wonderful, the canyon plank road, the water curtain of the deep pool, the waterfall of the Linggu Valley, the stalagmites of the cave are countless, they are overwhelmed, and the picturesque scenery comes into view.

As the saying goes, "Qingcheng is secluded in the world", which is enough to be as famous as the danger of Jianmen, the show of Emei, and the hero of Kuimen. Sure enough, the name is well deserved!" The scholar in white praised again and again.

"Well, Xianggong, this place is so quiet, suitable for seclusion! Hehe, let's move here in the future." Master Meiwu smiled.

"Hehe, let's go up and have a look!" said with his right arm, standing in a ten-cornered pavilion.

"These two stone lions at the door are so cute!hehe!" Hongying circled around the two stone lions at the door.

Everyone followed up the mountain, and the white-clothed scholar suddenly asked, "Brother Right-armed, where are we going?"

"Go straight to the Laojun Pavilion on the top of the first peak of Qingcheng Mountain, find Daoist Yu Wanquan, and ask him if he knows the whereabouts of the mysterious book of the Poetic Immortal Sword!"

"Okay, everyone, hurry up and keep up!" said the white-clothed scholar, taking the hand of the master of the Meiwu piano and pedaling the steps together.

We climb the top of the first peak of Qingcheng - Gaotai Mountain, see that there is a pavilion on the top, the plaque is called "echoing pavilion", a total of nine layers, the upper circle below, the layer has octagonal, the appearance is tower-shaped, the spire, the middle pile of three round treasures. The pavilion is hollow, * towering Taishang Laojun sitting on the lotus statue. The open-air platform outside the pavilion seals the base, and the white marble is built according to the situation, and the sea floods the fence threshold, and the zigzags move back to the top of the pavilion. The pavilion top is hundreds of miles away and hundreds of miles of scenery and Tianfu Pingchuan is beautiful, and it is magnificent to gather the world.

Hongying held on to the pavilion pillar, took a few breaths, and pointed to the plaque of the echoing pavilion and said, "Xianggong, why is this pavilion called the Echoing Pavilion?

The right arm smiled: "Hehe, Taoism has a special dojo for opening the altar to call for wind and rain." This pavilion is built on the highest peak of Qingcheng Mountain, and the meaning of this name is: climb high and shout, all mountains should respond. ”

"Huh, master, why are there three gold ingots on the top of this pavilion? Look at what this means, does the Taoist priest of Qingcheng Mountain like to accept red envelopes? Do we have so much silver?" Huo'er flew up to the top of the pavilion, flew around the three ingots, and asked curiously while spitting fish bubbles.

This echoing pavilion is a typical Taoist architectural style, and the whole shape symbolizes the round heaven and the earth, Tai Chi Bagua. Hehe, the three ingots on the top of our Taoist tower imply the three talents of heaven, earth and man, and have nothing to do with money. The right arm laughed.

"Oh, I see! I'm tired of walking around, master, I'm going to sleep!" the fire circled around and flew back into the tattoo on his right arm.

"Brother right-armed, let's hurry up and go to Laojun Pavilion to find Yu Wanquan. The white-clothed scholar pointed to a Taoist temple in the distance and shouted eagerly.

"Okay, let's go!" The right arm walked along the stairs to the Laojun Pavilion, and when he was about to enter the Laojun Pavilion, he heard a melodious singing, through the wind forest, permeating the Qingcheng.

"This song sounds quiet and elegant, and it is so beautiful!" "The master of the Plum Wood closed his eyes and stopped to listen.

"Hey, this song is the song "Taste Chengdu" in Kyushu Jushi's "Poetic World". The white-clothed scholar was surprised for a while.

"That's right!" Hongying covered her mouth and laughed as she learned to laugh.

"Listen to this tune, it's the rhythm of shakuhachi and flute ensemble. It's rare to hear shakuhachi again, it's rare!" a smile overflowed on the face of the master of the Meiwu piano.

Everyone quietly closed their eyes and listened quietly to this song "Taste Chengdu" in the sound of the wind, shakuhachi, and flute:

Taste Chengdu

The Chengdu Plain of a flat river

Taste the true meaning of life in the hot pot of Bashu

The rice on the fourth road of the Sichuan Gorge is fed with fat and leisurely cattle, sheep, fish and geese

The Danqing of the land of abundance paints a plump landscape painting

Taste Chengdu

Honest and cute baby panda

Chewing carefree in the blue waves of the bamboo sea

The leisurely indifference of fame and fortune encourages the people of Sichuan

The cute and cute image has won the hearts of the world

Taste Chengdu

The southwestern paradise of Wuhua Tianbao

Stroll through the landscape gallery in the bosom of the green mountains

The smiling hibiscus flowers are delicate and full of the girl's spring heart

The ingenious Dujiangyan is pregnant with the fetal sound of science and education

Taste Chengdu

The wide and narrow alleys of loyalty and patriotism

In the marriage between the north and the south, leisurely flip through the passing years

The thrush of the sycamore at the head of the door applauded the old man's swing dragon gate array

The lazy cat of the Hutong Inn is used to listening to the Three Kingdoms Taoyuan of Shu Han

Taste Chengdu

The poetic Du Fu thatched cottage

In the fragrance of poetry and books, I look down on the vicissitudes of the world

The war-torn landscapes are sad and poetic

The spring on the bank of Huanhua Creek is bright, and the Tang style of Shaoling is relic

Taste Chengdu

The Han Zhaolie Temple of Loyal Servant to the Country

In the war of the Three Kingdoms, the pattern of the world was rewritten

The strategy of the three visits to the thatched house foreshadowed the great cause of Shu Han

The situation of the Three Kingdoms witnessed Zhisheng's clever calculation

Taste Chengdu

Luodai Ancient Town, a guest living in a foreign land

In the revival of the empire, the Kangqian era is engraved

The painting of the carved floor proclaims the happiness and beauty of the new home

The theater of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance sings the prosperity and development of Sichuan

Taste Chengdu

The Brocade Palace Grace Garden at night

In the bones of the high mountains, the water sleeves are low-key

The girl in the brocade on the waterfront touched the past life of the silkworm

The changing face of the teahouse theater waved goodbye to the sorrows of the tourists

After listening to the song, everyone was intoxicated, "I didn't expect that the fellow disciples of this Taoist temple would be so Yaxing." Let's go and see them!" said the right arm, and walked quickly.

"You wait for us!" Hongying trotted all the way to follow, and the white-clothed scholar and the Meiwu piano master looked at their hurried appearance, smiling, but not in a hurry.

Everyone rushed to the Laojun Pavilion, and sure enough, there was a group of Taoist priests sitting or standing together, holding musical instruments in their hands, walking steps, playing and singing. A white-bearded old Taoist waved the small wooden stick in his hand, running back and forth, and for a while he was busy directing the little Taoist priest holding the shakuhachi in the row on the left what tune should be blown, while taking the shakuhachi of a Taoist priest to demonstrate blowing, he smiled and said: "Xiaofang, your index finger should be placed on this hole to blow...... Remember?", for a while, he was busy directing the little Taoist priest holding the flute on his right to blow what tune, patting the shoulder of the little Taoist priest, while slowly raising his hands and admonishing: "Xiao Wu, the back section is blowing low, pay attention to my gestures and slowly pull up, pull up...... That's me, remember. After a while, the little Taoist priest who was dancing in a water-sleeved costume in the middle of the circle stared at him while turning in a circle, and advised: "This circle should turn like this, start to turn slowly from this point, and keep a good rhythm......

The white-bearded old man was busy for a while, stroked his beard and smiled: "Boys, have you remembered what I just said?

As soon as the white-bearded old Taoist finished speaking, the group of Taoist priests followed the small wooden sticks that flew in the hands of the white-bearded old Taoist and played and sang "Taste Chengdu" again.

This is the famous crape myrtle bagua dance of the Tang Dynasty, which is said to have been lost for a long time. It's strange that these Taoist priests still dance this dance. It seems that this Qingcheng Mountain is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, it's not simple!" Master Meiwuqin said in surprise.

"Hehe, Lian'er, as the saying goes, there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky! The white-clothed scholar smiled and held the hand of the master of the Meiwu piano and smiled.

"I heard the nameless ancestor said, the cave music of Qingcheng Mountain is another branch of Taoist music, it is exquisite, comparable to the sounds of heaven, and it is really worthy of its name when I hear it with my own ears today! The right arm watched the dance intently, listened to the song, and told the story.

"Wow! It turns out that the song and dance of Qingcheng Mountain have such a background! This group of Taoist priests is really good!" the white-clothed scholar gave a thumbs up.

After the performance of another song "Taste of Chengdu", the white-bearded old man put down the small wooden stick in his hand, walked over and said with a smile: "Hello, friend, may I ask who you can come to Qingcheng Mountain to find? ”

"Thank you! Let's come to Qingcheng Mountain to find Yu Wanquan. Excuse me, do you know where he is?" said Hongying, taking a step forward.

"Hehe, may I ask what you are looking for me?" said Yu Daochang with a smile.

"Dao Chief, hello! I am the right arm of Wudang Mountain's Taoist friend, my ancestor is nameless, you must also know his old man. The right arm quickly added.

"Oh, it turns out that you are an unknown apprentice grandson, and you are destined! Is the nameless senior, his old man, okay now? Do you have anything to do with coming to Qingcheng Mountain to find me this time? But it doesn't matter. Yu Daochang looked at his right arm seriously.

"Dao Chief, my ancestor has passed away. We are here this time for a mysterious book of poetry and fairy swords in Qingcheng Mountain, I don't know if you have seen this secret book?" said with a smile on his right arm.

"Hehe, this secret book was once collected in the Qing Palace on Qingcheng Mountain, and was later passed on to the lay disciple Golden Scale by my master Zhang Yujue. Yu Daochang said with a smile.

"Oh, may I ask the chief, who is this golden scale, and how can we find him?

"Right arm, look over there, the temple at the foot of the mountain over there is called "Puzhao Temple", and the only lay monk in the temple, Jin Scale, lives there, and he is also the only monk in Puzhao Temple. Yu Dao pointed to a small temple at the foot of the mountain to the south.

"Thank you Dao Chang for your advice! Let's go!" his right arm bowed to Dao Chang Yu while pulling the red tassel and preparing to go down the mountain.

It is said that he is the prince of the Yuyan Kingdom, and after the destruction of the Yuzhu Kingdom, he was sojourned by his mother in the thousand-year-old ice species, and only broke the ice twenty years ago, and flowed down the river to Dujiangyan downstream, and was rescued by my master. My master saw that the golden scale bone was strange, and he was born with a good material for martial arts, and felt sorry that he was an orphan at such a young age, so he decided to raise him and teach him martial arts. Later, the golden scales gradually grew up, his own divine power became more and more apparent, his natural water resistance can call the wind and rain, can turn over the river and the sea, the skill is amazing; Later, according to the legend of the villagers, the golden scale was also good at man-faced feng shui and Tiangang decision, and often told the villagers to predict fortunes, avoid disasters, and turn danger into a disaster; his Tiangang decision was a martial arts skill in the entire Tianfu Prefecture, and the spread of the four fields and eight towns was boiling! The treacherous people did not dare to approach him, and they blessed the water and soil of Qingcheng Mountain all the year round! In terms of seniority, this golden scale is my little junior brother, but he is like a child, with a strange and changeable temper, a serious habit of cleanliness, and does not eat the fireworks of the world, and I can't figure it out. Remember not to deceive him or make fun of him, or he will break you off completely. Yu Wanquan said slowly, and everyone was dumbfounded.

"Dao Chief, he doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, and sometimes he doesn't get along with each other when he dies, could it be that this golden scale is a fish fairy?" the white-clothed scholar exclaimed.

"Hehe, what kind of fish fairy? He is also a human being, just like you and me, but he is the prince of the fish kingdom, and he is born with some immortal weapons and divine powers. Yu Daochang stroked his beard and smiled.

"Got it, thank you for your advice!" said with his right arm, took everyone to say goodbye to Yu Wanquan, and rushed down the mountain to Puzhao Temple.

The right arm and his party hurried to Puzhao Temple, a small dilapidated temple in front of everyone was very surprised, the temple door was open, and the white-clothed scholar ran over to look in first, turned around and shook his head to signal "there is no one inside". The right arm had no choice but to squat at the gate of Puzhao Temple with everyone and wait for the golden scales to come back, thinking, "What does this prince of the Kingdom of Yuyu want to live in this small temple?"

The right arm was pondering, and suddenly a tall and thin young man in his early twenties, with delicate facial features, jumped over, blinked a pair of big watery eyes and asked, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Hello, we're looking for the Golden Scales. Are you?" asked the right arm, looking at him suspiciously.

"I'm the Golden Scales, do you have anything to do with me, and you want to learn spells from me?" the Golden Scales waved his hand and refused, "I never take in apprentices." Those spells of mine are natural and no one else can learn them. ”。

The right arm was startled when he heard this, and he looked up and down carefully at the golden scales, and found that he, like Vanilla Gu Jiang Li and Jiang He, was wearing a fish totem-like braid, wearing blue linen clothes and clogs embroidered with green flowing water patterns, and the blue clothes were embroidered with two fish connected from head to tail. What's even more strange is that the golden scale is holding a six-petal red gardenia that resembles a scorpion and is as fragrant as a plum in his left hand; he is holding a bronze yin-yang mirror in his right hand, the yin-yang mirror is unpredictable, black and white, and the light is bursting, which makes the right arm and his party feel that the golden scale in front of him is more and more mysterious, and the right arm thinks: "I don't know if the mysterious book of the poetry fairy sword is still in the hands of the golden scale, and I don't know if I can get this secret book from his hand."