Jiangqiu was originally called Tiger Hill, taken from the meaning of the tiger lying here, the reason for the name change, during the period of the Three Kingdoms dispute, the emperor of the Xian Empire, paraded here, met the white tiger into the account, the emperor escaped in a thrilling way, and later ordered to change the name to Jiangqiu.

There are a total of eight cities in Jiangqiu, namely, Penglai, Zixi, Minggu, Jinshui, Ruse, Shangyu, Gongwei, and Hexi. The people of Jiangqiu claim that they have three treasures, namely, the ghost dance play, as the name suggests, is a drama for ghosts. Penglai's cuisine is also well-known in the world, and the frozen volcano is one of the top ten wonders in the world.

Nahua left the Killing Plains and walked for another three days, the frozen volcano appeared in front of Nahua's eyes, the erupted volcanic magma was covered under the ice surface, and what was even more shocking was that the erupted magma had not yet fallen to the ground, the ice was wrapped, and the boiling bubbles of the red magma were clearly visible, and the parabolic splash. The volcanic magma around 10 miles is like a goddess scattering flowers, eternally fixed in mid-air

Nahua traveled through the ice and fire corridor for more than ten miles, and finally saw the 20-meter gray-white city wall made of steel and stone in Penglai City.

At the gate of the city, there was the trampling of horses' hooves in the distance, and the dust was flying, and the first person, wearing a fragrant wood mask, with a 12-foot-long pure gold spear stuck in his back, galloped wildly, and dozens of horses behind him, like a wolf and a tiger, and hunting dogs and goshawks under the horse's hooves, followed closely behind.

The person who took the lead, when he saw Nahua, stood up, and Nahua was face to face with him, looking at each other and smiling. Nahua jumped onto the black horse behind him.

After the two returned from hunting, they happened to pass by the Jinluo Palace, and the vermilion wall was pasted with the elegant Yu script "Chrysanthemum Terrace" stage play.

"Nahua, do you know 'Chrysanthemum Terrace'" "It seems to be written by Wen Yu, a poet of the Xia Dynasty" "I have long heard that Chrysanthemum Terrace is one of the top ten dramas in the mainland, but I didn't expect it to be released again today" "Starring Yu Lan, a familiar name" Nahua said questioningly

"Hell, you don't even know that Yu Lan is the number one dancing girl in the mainland, how many princes and grandsons bow down under her skirts,"

Walking through the golden chandeliers, the corridor is lined with painters, poets, and sculptors of the past dynasties, each of whom was a sensational genius of the time, and each of them once left their traces here.

Painted glass windows, scarlet Picaro begonia carpets, and golden halls are already full of guests from all over the world

Your tears are weak and wounded,

The miserable white moon bends to hook the past

。 The night was too long and condensed into frost,

Who is in cold despair in the attic.

The rain gently flicks the vermilion window,

I've spent my life on paper being blown by the wind.

Dreams turn into a wisp of incense in the distance,

Drift away with the wind.

Chrysanthemums are all over the ground

Your smile has turned yellow.

Flowers fall and people break my heart and lie quietly,

The north wind is chaotic and the night is not young,

Your shadow clips constantly,

Leave me alone on the surface of the lake in pairs

Chrysanthemum Terrace poems, always start with the opening of the drama

Accompanied by the melodious sound of the piano, Yu Lan wore clothes woven by the sunset and walked to the middle of the stage

I saw that the chrysanthemums were withering, the yellow flowers were piled up all over the ground, and the temples of Yulan were white.

The tears in the corners of the eyes flowed to the ground at some point, and the tears in the weakness implied sadness

The camera changes, Yu Lan sits alone in the empty attic, the moonlight is white and cold, reminiscing about the old days that can not be looked back

The rain outside the door gently slapped on the vermilion window lattice, thinking of the first meeting of the two of us, in love, and separation, like a slender article written on paper, inadvertently, disrupted by the wind turning the pages at will. The former vows and mountains were only transformed into an elusive wisp of incense. At the beginning, Chu Chu's moving appearance could only drift away with the wind.

"No matter how bright the flower is, the only thing that awaits it is to wither, just as after dusk, only the darkness of the night remains. ”

Fate is floating in the world,

Like a flower that withers in the wind, its color grows old. Yu Lan sang in a low voice

Yu Lan broke the thread, and the sound was broken by the sound of horses' hooves

Jin Ge Iron Horse, Frost and Cold Moon

Everywhere there was smoke and chaos.

He put on his majestic military uniform,

Looking up to the sky and roaring, pouring out all the vicissitudes of life.

The sky is already in the east, and the belly of the fish is white and the light of the morning sun shines,

There was a faint sigh in the air from Yu Lan's extremely forbearant and soft voice.

The general tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep, thinking of the lingering love with Yu Lan, and thinking of the marquis of Wanhu, the general's order

The bleak north wind of the north whistles wildly,

And the long night is still not over.

"Ah Lang, my thoughts about you are like a shadow that follows you like a shadow, and what method does the shadow have to use to cut it off.

Now I'm left alone, with the shadows reflected in the water."

After the performance, the curtain slowly fell, Yu Lan was dressed in red and white hair, dancing lightly with her bare hands, with a bitter smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was still immersed in the drama.

The people in the audience left their seats in an orderly manner, only a few people walked towards the back of the stage, Nahua was about to leave, and was pulled by Xia Geng, "Idiot, you" Don't you want Miss Yulan's autograph?"

Nahua "What do you mean" "You don't know, every time Miss Yulan performs, whose seat the lights stay on, who will have a chance to get Miss Yulan's autograph"

'Hurry up, I'll take you to find Miss Yulan's autograph"

Behind the stage, there were exactly ten people standing around Miss Yu Lan, and Na Hua saw that each of them had extremely strong martial arts cultivation.

At this moment, for some reason, there was a person in front of him who was angry, the ink spirit fire gathered on his arm, and the surrounding air suddenly warmed up, "Red Lotus Hell" Na Hua exclaimed, Red Lotus Hell is one of the ten forbidden techniques of ink spirit fire, which can make the user feel like being surrounded in hell.

Nahua can still feel the ferocious arrogance that burns out the world a little farther, the ink spirit fire is a kind of flame that can burn everything in the world, if it is used here, I am afraid that no one can stop the destruction of the ink spirit fire.

Miss Yu Lan was also frightened at this time, hiding behind a person, trembling.

Xia Geng saw that he was about to save the beauty of the hero, and suddenly found out who was next to Miss Yu Lan, and the aura of battle instantly fell to the bottom, Nahua looked at Xia Geng's momentum beside him in amazement, "What's the matter, isn't this a good opportunity for you to perform?"

"Hehe, you'll know later, the guy who stirred up the ink spirit fire will never forget this lesson for the rest of his life."

Before the words fell, the black clouds in Penglai City rolled heavily, thundered for nine days, lightning tore the night-like sky, the heavy rain instantly covered the entire city, the wind rolled, the rain was so strong, like the Milky Way overturning, in less than a moment, the rain on the street had risen to the calf of the human being.

"Dare to go crazy in front of me, Third Prince, for your father's sake, spare you this time from death"

The person in front of Miss Yu Lan teleported to the front of the Mo Linghuo, her eyes lit up with a golden flame, her left arm tightly strangled the neck of the third prince like steel, the ink spirit fire of the three princes was condensed in her hand, her fists were swung out, and thousands of punches were punched in an instant, and the rushing ink spirit fire was like a thousand miles of angry flood, wantonly impacting the corridors and pavilions of the baptism palace, but what she didn't expect was that the ink spirit fire that could melt even a thousand years of cold ice was unscathed to the palace supported by wood, Na Hua touched it with his hand and found that there was a faint film to protect the palace where it was touched.

'Okay, that's all you can do, I taught you a little bit when you were a kid, go back.'

You, you, you, of the kingdom of Ilo, Barcross"

"It's nice to remember me."

"Now get out of here" Barcross, with a wave of his hand, the third prince crossed the roof of the palace and disappeared into the long wind and rain, and the ink spirit fire finally revealed its power, all the wind and rain that the ink spirit fire touched, turned into an inextinguishable flame, and the entire sky was painted with a crimson flame spider web.