The thick gangplank was put down with a clatter, and the disciples disembarked one after another to assemble under the beckoning of the teachers. Regardless of etiquette, everyone rushed to get off the boat.

Yi Lianshan, who was standing at the end, saw that his face was dark, his brows were furrowed, and he pursed his lips.

Stepping on the land, it is a market at the foot of Dianjun Mountain, because it is close to the wharf ferry, extending the shipping, shipbuilding, slender man, boat gang and other guilds.

Walking forward is the lively downtown street, with the tall castle tower as the center, the houses on both sides are lined up, there are tea shops, wine shops, foot shops, butcher shops and other shops, there are silk satin, jewelry and spices, incense paper horses, etc., there are also medical clinics, cart repairs, fortune telling, etc., all walks of life, everything.

Some of the larger shops also have a "Cailou Huanmen" at the door, hang the banner of the market, solicit business, the pedestrians in the market, shoulder to shoulder, the river is endless, there are businessmen doing business, there are gentry watching the street scene, there are hawkers, there are family members who ride in a sedan chair, there are tourists from other towns who ask for directions, there are street children who listen to and hear stories, there are children of wealthy families who drink wildly in restaurants, and there are disabled old people who beg on the edge of the city.

Men, women and children, farmers and businessmen, three religions and nine streams, everything.

Observing the bazaar in dialects, this place is like a small city, compared to the scene under the upside-down mountain, it is not as good as the scene.

The streets and alleys are lined with shops, hotels, teahouses, dim sum shops, etc., as well as city towers, river ports, bridges, cargo ships and thatched cottages.

Rushing to the market, buying and selling, hanging out, drinking, gathering, pushing boats, pulling carts, riding sedan chairs, riding horses, and so on.

The eyes are full of fireworks in the world.

The dialect raised its head, and there was a Donghua Sect disciple Imperial Sword parade in the air to prevent chaos here.

In troubled times, the small market at the foot of Donghuazong Mountain seems to be a paradise.

Moving on, the group was about to walk out of the bazaar, probably on the outskirts of the bazaar, where in the mist of the sparse forest, there were several huts, grass bridges, flowing water, old trees, and flat boats.

Two porters drove five donkeys laden with charcoal to the market.

A willow forest, the branches have just flashed tender green, making people feel that although it is cold in spring, the earth has rejuvenated.

On the road, there is a sedan chair in which a woman sits. The top of the sedan chair is decorated with willow miscellaneous flowers, and the sedan chair is followed by the horseback rider and the burden-bearer, as if returning from the foot of Dianjun Mountain.

One of the disciples in the crowd suddenly sighed, "Silver willow is inserted in the sedan chair, it turns out that Liu Yue has arrived ......"

Liu Yue, commonly known as the first month.

Fang Yan looked around blankly, it turned out that the cold winter had passed unconsciously, and even if he was in the north, he saw the spring green in his eyes.

When we reached the foot of Dianjun Mountain, it was already evening.

Looking up, Dianjun Mountain was hidden in a cloud and mist, and the treasure of Languang flickered. The clouds in the sky, red and purple, are changing rapidly. When looking down, there are more than tens of thousands of stone steps in the eyes, the cliff walls of the two mountains are like cutting, the steep disc road is embedded in it, looking at it from afar, it is just like the ladder of Tianmen Cloud.

The main peak is abrupt, the mountain is steep, and the peaks are stacked. I saw that it was rolling and majestic. The trees grow lushly, and on the occasion of the spring festival, it adds a bit of verdant to Dianjun Mountain. Snow-white clouds surround the top of the mountain, as if wearing a snow-white silk scarf for Dianjun Mountain.

The remnant clouds are like peaks and mountains, and the golden light pierces through the clouds and breaks through the fog, and goes straight to the world. Under the reflection of the setting sun, the cloud peaks are inlaid with a layer of golden bright edges, flashing with the brilliance of rare treasures.

There are many pines and cypresses in Dianjun Mountain, showing its solemnity, majesty and lushness; There are many streams and springs, so there is no lack of beauty and lingering, and the ethereal and changing clouds add a bit of mystery and profundity to it.

Walking all the way up, there are different landscapes such as Stone Dock Songtao, Pair Pine Wonder, Taoyuan Jingshe, Lingyan Scenic Spot, etc.

It's like a natural landscape painting.

The dialect was mixed in the crowd, and I felt that the great rivers and mountains of the Central Plains were not inferior to 100,000 mountains, and I couldn't help but smile when I heard many disciples arguing about the superiority of Junshan Mountain and the Inverted Hanging Mountain.

After walking for a day and night, finally in the early morning, I stepped on the majestic Lingxu Peak of Dianjun Mountain, and the cliffs shone brightly.

In the blink of an eye, the clouds and fog of the mountains and forests at the foot of the mountains are dissipated, and the mountains are full of greenery, reflecting the ancient buildings with exquisite carved eaves.

Originally, the dialect was still wondering, why didn't she use the sword, or use other means to climb the mountain, but she came here anyway, but a certain disciple told her that climbing the mountain on foot was etiquette and showed respect for the other party's sect.

All right......

It's still a long, smelly etiquette like an old lady's footcloth.

It's too cumbersome.

Lingxu Peak, with the "momentum of pulling out the earth to the sky, holding the sun in the hand" stands alone, the trees on the mountain are luxuriant, the green bamboo becomes yin, and the mountain wall is steep. There was a huge lake in the middle, the green water rippling in the breeze, and many disciples were sitting or standing, or boating or resisting the water, laughing and scolding around the lake.

As the place where the head of the family lives, Lingxu Peak is also the location of this big competition.

Yi Lianshan led the group to the monks of the Donghua Sect who had been waiting in the Lingling Gate for a long time, Jiang Nanzhi, the peak master of Tongyuan Peak, who was also the master of the Donghua Sect's Medicine Refining Pavilion, one of the five elders of the sect, with a gentle personality and was very suitable for dealing with people.

Jiang Nanzhi said, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, eternal life; Fellow Daoists have come from afar and worked hard. ”

Yi Lianshan hurriedly took two steps forward and made a joke, "Immeasurable Tianzun, eternal life." ”

Jiang Nanzhi smiled, gave up his position, stretched out his hand and said: "Fellow Daoists, please, Master Zhang has been here for many days, and it is estimated that he is waiting for you in the main hall at this time......

Puff~

The female disciple behind Jiang Nanzhi couldn't hold back her laughter, she was glanced at fiercely, and immediately shut up, but maybe she couldn't help it, and her pretty face was full of red.

Jiang Nanzhi also laughed out loud when she saw this.

“……”

Many disciples of the Blue Shadow Sword Sect did not understand the reason, and their minds were full of question marks, including dialects.

But some disciples who understood the reason were not good at popularizing science, so they had to let things continue to be embarrassing.

Yi Lianshan's face was bruised, but he was helpless, and finally he could only sigh.

"Daoist friends smiled."

"It's okay......"

Jiang Nanzhi was afraid of continuing to be rude, so she took the lead and walked into the Lingling Gate first, and the female disciples behind her followed closely.

During the march, I heard a certain Donghua Sect disciple who pointed at the group of the Qing Ying Sword Sect ridiculed, "These are the disciples of the Qing Ying Sword Sect...... Their head is really a dogskin plaster, sticking to Uncle Chu, no matter how cynical he is, he can't get rid of it. ”

Disciples and elders of the Blue Immortal Sword Sect: "......"

Dialect: Σ (⊙▽⊙"a

Hearing this, the disciples exploded like thunder and fell into the crowd, and they all started to talk about it.

Yi Lianshan coughed lightly and motioned for everyone to ban speech, but unexpectedly it intensified, especially the young disciples who didn't know the hidden secret, and their faces were flushed with gossip, and they couldn't stop it.

Right now......

I finally knew why the people of the Donghua Sect were laughing.