In the misty fog, the mountains in the distance seem to be close at hand.

A crane chirped, crisp and bright, piercing the sky.

Layers of clouds, smeared with colorful golden light, floated between heaven and earth.

It seems that there is no wind, and the clouds linger and ethereal.

It is like a folded cotton ball, and like the layers of thick cocoons of spring silkworms, stacked and circling.

A thick layer, like a cotton garden in full bloom in summer, stretches from winter to the west.

Like a gentle wind, like gurgling water, in the tinkling sound, dancing one song after another delicate and natural.

Towering palaces stand here, with high white walls painted with colorful patterns.

Like elegant and mysterious handwriting, it floats above the wall, shimmering with colorful colors under the white and flawless luster.

Tall pillars, like trees, stand among the palaces.

The hollow ornamentation and the complex and dignified glaze are decorated in one place, like a guide card, dotted between the magnificent clouds.

The crane's slender and graceful feet, with a burst of pure fragrance, trampled among the clouds of nothingness.

With the crane's foot as the center of the circle, one square brick after another appeared in front of the vast porch out of thin air.

"Heavenly Emperor, congratulations!"

A hearty voice came from the crane's back into the distance.

Shuttling through the layers of buildings, the watchtower painting wall seems to be vivid in an instant.

The golden light in all directions followed this congratulations, from one end of the pillar to the other end.

The soldiers guarding on both sides of the pillar, dressed in silver shining armor, made a clattering sound as they bent down and saluted.

A pearl-like white chess piece flew in the palm of his hand, and then landed on the pure and transparent green chessboard, and the vermilion door slowly opened.

An old but tough figure walked out from between the gates.

Directly above the gate hangs a plaque painted with red lacquer, on which the three big characters of Liuyun Pavilion are written.

There are two neat couplets hanging on both sides, with strong and elegant handwriting, just like the thick and deep breath of the old man.

The pen walks between dragons and snakes, full of tolerance and generosity.

Shanglian is like this, and heaven and earth come and go freely

The next link is the book, and the temple sits in the middle of the stroke

The two couplets, hung on two pillars respectively, are like barbed wire-like moire entwined at both ends of the thick handwriting, adding a bit of sharpness and uncertainty to this heroic and free and easy.

Holding a potted plant with various shells and pearls carved around it.

Nothing can be seen inside the bonsai except for the transparent and clear soil.

There is no fragrance of flowers, nor the clarity of grass.

Between strides forward, full of joy and ease.

Walking through the winding stone slabs, the stone slabs under your feet emerge and dissipate.

A beautiful cloister separates the temples.

The weird rockery looks messy and crazy, but in fact it is scattered, like a natural karst cave, walking in the middle, reaching out and not seeing the five fingers.

The flower pot in the palm of the old man's palm shone with a unique luster, like a bright night pearl, slowly lighting up the dark realm.

The glittering light, reflected on the old man's kind face, exuded bursts of unfathomable depth.

At the end of the cloister is an imposing palace that is located in the center of the entire divine realm.

It is surrounded by gurgling water, and it is divided into the main palace and the auxiliary palace.

More than 100 auxiliary halls are gathered in one place, surrounding the main hall layer by layer.

With the pace of the old man, the lively atmosphere became more and more intense.

You can even hear bursts of laughter and laughter coming from the palace, and the birds and flowers are all in it, which makes people can't help but want to find out.

Rows and rows of guards patrolled the area, dignified and solemn from the cold, sharp trident in the guards' hands.

The two guards stood at each end of the pillar, their faces serious and tough, and their unsmiling posture looked quite terrifying.

An endless stream of immortal monarchs and fairies poured over from all directions between heaven and earth.

Some hold a long scroll in their hands, and some carry a thick gift box in their hands.

As if today was an annual event, fairies with fluttering temples walked back and forth between the palaces.

He carries a beautiful flower basket with a variety of exotic fruits.

The fruits of this divine realm are different from those of the human realm, and the crystalline fruits are like colorful glasses one after another, crystal clear and faint like palm-sized stones.

It is obviously cold to the touch, but with a lingering pure fairy aura.

The colorful clothes and belts, with the pace of the fairy, float in the air, and the fragrance of flowers lingers around, making people feel refreshed and happy.

Directly in front of the palace is a beautiful lotus pond, the water of which is divided into two sides by a white arched bridge.

The white bridge is in the form of a labyrinth, floating lightly as if it has no weight, floating above the water of the pond.

The turquoise water surface is like a natural jade, recording the lively and jubilant scene.

Fruit bowls and snacks are neatly placed on the table in the form of finely carved jade bracelets.

The white immortals, the black immortals, in twos and threes, gathered around a prescription table to drink tea and chat.

The fairies sat dignified and elegantly at the banquet, their faces filled with irrepressible joy and cheerfulness.

Some took glasses and secretly looked at the immortal monarch on the other side of the white bridge, and Yunxia stayed between the white and delicate cheeks.

Some couldn't help but be curious, turned their heads slightly, and looked at the two figures sitting in the middle of the white bridge.

A bright yellow immortal sat on a wide chair in the middle of the white bridge.

The Qiong Yao Jade Dew in front of him was completely different from the seats elsewhere, and it looked more delicate, and the shining clouds seemed to have a golden color.

The eyes are bright, the face is broad, and there is no trace of wrinkles.

The unconsciously clean and vigorous momentum, like a majestic lion, invisibly suppressed the turquoise water of a lake without waves.

The fairy sitting next to Xianjun was as bright as the moon in the sky, and the beautiful and flowing water sleeves floated gently, and the cup in front of him floated quietly as if it had a soul.

The fair and flawless face, the appearance of the country and the city, whether it is in the human world, the demon world, or even the fairy world, it is difficult to see one.

The fairy in the distance covered her face with some amazement, and the pastries in her hands rolled into her arms, and her blushing eyes unconsciously retracted, and she sat quietly in the banquet.

It seems to be deep thought, as if it is sighing, or it is making some determination.

The old man paused slightly by the bridge, and gently brushed his robe with one hand to show respect.

The pavilion that looks like it's close at hand, but in fact it still needs to be walked a long way.

The old man smiled slightly, and Shi Shiran shuttled between the white bridges, turning left and right and was already familiar with the road.

The beautiful and cute children's voice sounded beside the Jade Emperor.

"Father, let me take a look too!"

The white face was full of innocence, and he gently grabbed the corner of the Jade Emperor's clothes with one hand, stared intently at the Jade Emperor's embrace, and asked with some curiosity and joy.

Before the Jade Emperor could speak, a stunning-looking fairy who could be said to be very beautiful walked over and gently pulled the boy in the palm of his hand.

"Tong, don't make trouble, my sister is still young, so I can't contaminate the breath on your body. ”

The Jade Emperor shook his head slightly, with a smile on his lips, but his eyes firmly refused.

The cute and beautiful baby in her arms slowly opened her eyes at this time, and her clear and beautiful eyes were dripping and turning, but she was not crying.

Lovely laughter, with the sudden bloom of lotus flowers, floated in the air.