There is no snow today, or it may just be that the time has not yet come, Li Molan looked at the still gloomy skylight, looked at the mountain in the distance that had been covered with snow, and there was something inexplicable in her heart. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's not because of a whim, and it's not because of the stimulation of a little girl with a majestic chest against her back every day for so many days, but because the mountain in front of you is far away in front of you and close to your eyes, which is the holy mountain that has been named sacred in countless folklore.

White Lotus Holy Mountain.

There is a gate on the White Lotus Holy Mountain, and there is a city at the foot of the holy mountain.

It's the beginning of January, and the cold is coming, which means that the coldest period is about to begin, at least wrap yourself in an extra layer of clothing.

The young man in the green shirt on the back of the ox brushed his scholar's shirt to make sure that he had a strong enough bookish atmosphere - a scholar is not necessarily a cultivator, but a cultivator must be a scholar, this is an iron law.

Therefore, nearly half of those poets with outstanding literary talents are secretly cultivators of a certain sect, rather than mortal calligraphers in the true sense.

Cultivation requires the enlightenment of the soul, which in a sense can be understood as a series of comprehensive series of IQ and cultural literacy.

Li Molan is sure that he is a cultural person, so now he is putting on a posture, looking like a scholar from Dongyu who entered Beijing to take the exam, and Bo has a bright future.

Qin Li looked curiously at the White Lotus Holy Mountain, which seemed to be far and near, and his eyes flashed with countless brilliance.

For mortals, especially the common people who are born in small villages and small villages that do not have any broad horizons, the White Lotus Holy Mountain where the Daomen is located is the most sacred place in the world, the residence of the immortals, and the Lin'an City at the foot of the holy mountain is the most prosperous city in Beihai and the most noble place.

It was not the first time Li Molan had come to Lin'ancheng, but she was still inevitably shocked by the magnificence of Lin'ancheng - the last time she came was two years ago.

At that time, I only went in for a while, and followed the dry old man to tease the beautiful girl in Lin'an City, and then I was chased and beaten out by the girl, and I didn't go in again.

It's just the deep mountains and old forests outside Lin'an City, but Li Molan remembers it quite clearly.

He remembered that he had been roasting in the depths of that mountain forest two years ago, and had met a girl who called herself "Little Fish", dressed in a red dress with a white butterfly mask and riding a psychic black bear.

The clearest impression of the teenager is the girl's clean and clear eyes like a pool of clear water, which can make people ashamed of themselves and unforgettable.

Thinking of these memories worth recalling, a smile appeared on the corner of Li Molan's mouth, her mood rose a lot, and she couldn't help humming a song.

Qin Li couldn't understand what the melody of the song the young man hummed.

She didn't understand the music of silk and bamboo, not to mention that the song Li Molan was humming was not a song in this world, of course, there was no way to tell, but she understood that he was in a good mood now.

So she also seemed to be infected, and laughed happily, mixed with some nervousness about to enter Lin'an City.

There are many small towns outside Lin'an City, and the roads of these towns lead to the three gates of Lin'an City, but the east gate of Lin'an City is not open.

The east gate of Lin'an City is facing the White Lotus Holy Mountain, which is the exclusive gate for Daomen disciples to go up the mountain, and is not open to ordinary people, and if you enter from the east gate, you can only enter the outer gate of the Daomen-that is, the Wudao Academy, which will begin to be assessed in the third month of Yangchun.

Of course, the outer disciples of the Daoist Academy obviously wouldn't allow anyone to come in at will.

Although it is winter, the town is still lively, with many merchants and vendors setting up stalls on the streets, and teahouses, pubs and shops doing very well in business.

In addition to the laughter and scolding of the storyteller, the arrogant shouts of the drinkers, the melodious silk and bamboo of the Qinglou, there are also some street gossip that secular people like to listen to the most.

The people here are very proud, and this pride comes from the fact that they are the people near Lin'an City, from that sacred mountain.

And this pride is reflected in the fact that they dare to unscrupulously share the gossip of those immortals as a talking point, without feeling that there is anything wrong with it.

The old green cow disappeared into the rolling green hills, although most of the mountains are bare now, but Li Molan believes that it is definitely not a problem to solve his own food and clothing with the ability of this psychic old cow.

His reassurance about the old green cow has reached a blind trust that is almost unthinking.

Although he took down the Beihai Dragon Elephant and carried it behind him for safety, he did not have the slightest worry about the old green cow that was about to survive in the wilderness for three months or more, and he did not feel that it would be caught by the hunters and sent to the wine shop in Lin'an City to cut the hot and mature beef.

Li Molan believes that if he wants to leave Lin'an City on a whim one day, he doesn't need to make any notice at all, he just needs to walk lightly to the official road outside Lin'an City, and the old green cow with the same heart will appear quietly and silently, and then leave with one person and one cow in a light breeze.

This kind of heart-to-heart connection that arises with the passage of time is really magical, but Li Molan and Lao Qingniu don't feel any strange about it.

Just like that year, when there was a flash flood, the psychic old green cow walked back and forth restlessly, and finally rushed into the mountains to rescue the dying boy in the depths of the flash flood.

The tacit understanding that comes naturally is natural.

Losing his means of transportation, Li Molan carried the dragon elephant sword on his back, and a wooden sword on his waist, walking in the front with high spirits, and the front and back of the scholar's shirt kept shaking with his steps.

Qin Li was dressed in clean white clothes and followed behind the sword-carrying young man.

She deliberately fell a step or so away, and the two of them were like two ordinary tourists who came to Anseong to play.

After walking all the way forward, Qin Li felt a little sore under his feet, but suddenly felt a dark shadow covering the world in front of him.

She looked up in confusion and saw a black wall made of molten iron.

The city wall is far higher than the city wall of Songzhou Prefecture, and it is far more solemn than the city wall of Songzhou Prefecture.

Qin Li widened his beautiful pupils, but he was never able to estimate how big and how much Lin'an City was based on the city wall.

The whole majestic city stands between heaven and earth, and stands at the foot of the White Lotus Mountain, but it gives people a feeling that is countless times more solemn than the White Lotus Holy Mountain, and it is indestructible.

It may not be as sacred as the Holy Mountain, but it has an indescribable majesty.

Qin Li's mouth was wide open.

She followed Li Molan to Songzhou, and saw the state city of Songzhou, and the girls who had never seen the city in her life already felt that it was extremely grandiose, and now this Lin'an City is far superior to Songzhou City countless times, and the comparison between the two is trivial.

This made her wonder, that is, how was such a city built?

How many years did it take for such a giant city to become what it is today?

It was not the first time that Li Molan had come to Lin'an City, but he, like Qin Li, stood not far from the city gate, looking at Lin'an City with a shocked look along with many people who had come here for the first time.

This kind of shocked expression is the most basic respect for Lin'an City, and it is also an inevitable spontaneous action.

The locals of Lin'an City around him had already seen the expressions of these people a lot, and they didn't even bother to show their pride.

After all, he had seen the small Xunyang City in the barbarian land north of Beihai, the city that did not even have a small adobe wall, and now he saw this majestic Lin'an City to the extreme, and inevitably compared it first, and then showed a smile - at the beginning, he compared the bustling night market of Xunyang City to the scenery of Lin'an City, but now it seems that it is really inappropriate, I am afraid that even those villages and towns outside Lin'an City may not be able to reach it, right?

The lights of thousands of villages and towns here are much brighter than those in Xunyang City.

However, soon, Li Molan's gaze shifted and shifted his gaze from Lin'an City's body to the White Lotus Holy Mountain.

There is a gate on the White Lotus Holy Mountain, and there is a city at the foot of the holy mountain.

He came to Anseong to ascend to the Taoist Gate.

Then it is natural to look higher.

Li Molan patted the shoulder of Qin Li, the eldest girl who was still in a daze over there, and chuckled: "Let's go, let's go into the city!"