In the arid place of Shenzhou in China, on the boundary of Dunhuang, there are two great anecdotes! One is the legend of the mountain, and the other is the legend of the man. That mountain may really be a flying mountain outside the sky! That person is not a flying immortal outside the sky!

It is said that the mountain people who live by the mountains, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, most of them live the life of fools with the mentality of Saion, live and work in peace and contentment, and multiply. However, in these ordinary people's homes, there is a story that surrounds the mountain: This mountain in front of the door! It is made by the Buddha -- the Buddha's great handiwork! Its previous life was a vein of the Five Elements Mountain, and the Monkey King of the Monkey King, who had made havoc in the Heavenly Palace, was once shaken by the mountain! When the Monkey King reappeared in the rivers and lakes, he viciously threw the Five Elements Mountain to the Heavenly Palace, the five mountains were connected, the rockets generally went straight to the sky, after hitting the gate of heaven, and then bounced down to the world, in addition to the three mountains here, the other two fell to other sides, and they have already been opened by heroes and heroes: one faction is called "Shaolin"; There are also some fragmentary mountain wrecks reclaimed into islands, such as Penglai Immortal Island, Turtle Island, Xia Ke Island, and Peach Blossom Island...... The mountain people are confident that the mountain in front of the door will be developed and utilized sooner or later, and it will become famous, famous all over the world, and rumored all over the world!

The mountain people don't seem to know that the mountains are inhabited by gods; The immortals on the mountain may not have achieved the right result, but they are at ease, talking and laughing with people from outside the world, and there are no people in the market. You can tune the piano, read the (Jiuyin Zhenjing and Jiuyang Zhenjing) Zhenjing, practice martial arts in self-cultivation, have no silk and bamboo mess, no case work, and be happy like a fairy. The immortals on the mountain and the people under the mountain are born from the same root, but they have different aspirations, the Tao is not compatible, thousands of years ago after the two forces parted ways, they will not get along with each other, the immortals on the mountain despise those sinking and depraved compatriots under the mountain, and the ancestors of the residents of the mountain only because they envy the glory and prosperity of the red dust, abandon the light and boring life on the mountain, abandon the paradise, run down the mountain, tired of fighting for fame and fortune, lose themselves, and be lost in the public, and the idea of cultivating immortals to ask has long been thrown out of the clouds! The storyteller dies or travels, and those who hear the story tell the story to future generations.

The mountain has never risen, but the sand sea below the mountain has changed dramatically: the wind and sand have gradually eroded the livable environment under the mountain, and the mountain people have to leave their homes to find another way to make a living, and a legend has spread to the end of the cape!

In the years, except for the immortals on the mountain, only desolation and loneliness are left around the mountain! In the boundless sea of sand, there is only a monotonous wind roar, occasionally melting with bursts of camel bells, accompanied by a huge camel caravan, floating from that distant place, and like a short-lived mirage, it has never taken root in its home, and the traces of business travel have been annihilated by quicksand, and the lonely smoke of the desert has drifted straight away!

Mountain! It's still the same mountain!

The mountain shape is still the same, like the word "gold" upside down, rising from the ground, outstanding but not outstanding. The tops of the three mountains are connected, but the top of the mountain is a flat river, more than 100 miles longitudinally and horizontally. The entrance at the foot of the mountain is opened, the whole shape resembles the pass, the momentum is magnificent, the majesty is magnificent! Just because the Xiongguan is towering, towering into the clouds, such as the danger of falling, the collapse of the momentum is aggressive, therefore, it is named "three dangerous mountains"!

The vitality of the mountain seems to be locked in a deep sleep, and the spirituality of the mountain is like an Arabian lamp waiting to be awakened. One year, in the frost and cold season, there was a wandering rivers and lakes traveling all over the world to enjoy the world's famous mountains and rivers of martial arts, reciting the stories handed down by the ancestors, traveling to the west, looking for roots and worshipping ancestors.

The shadow of the mountain is full of desert shadows; it is exactly the same as the mountain-shaped tattoo condensed on the strange chest! With reverence for the mountain and the memory of his ancestors, he strolls in the shade of the mountain, walks around the mountain, and searches! From dawn to dusk, from persistence to loss, the footprints of the ancestors have long been annihilated by the wind and sand, and the Sanwei Mountains are left for him to rely on.

Strange and lost, turned away, and drifted away!

Suddenly, the wind rises and the clouds fly, the sand and gravel flow, the unkempt roots roll indiscriminately, the dim scene rolls in from the hinterland of the sand sea with the momentum of thunder, if it is like the Tianhe breaking the embankment, the sediment torrent, a thousand miles, sweeping the desert. "Sandstorm! it must have been your beast-like demon who destroyed our home!" the strange indignant words drowned out in the monstrous roar of the wind and sand.

Sand began to fall in the sky, and the dust filled the chaos when the heavens and the earth were not opened, which was suffocating. For the wonders of their stunts, it's easy to create a little safe haven. He was full of enthusiasm, and a force was emitted from the Qi Sea Dantian, endless, like silk, and a spherical halo was fixed around him, making him feel like he was in a huge crystal ball, and the wind and sand were rejected several meters away, spotless. While thinking about it, I suddenly realized that the sky was yellow, the sand and dust were stained with gold, and the light was brilliant! I looked around: I saw the golden light shining on the top of the Sanwei Mountain, like a thousand Buddhas sitting and lying, and the holy light was shining.

Looking for strange things both advocating literature and martial arts and believing in Buddhism, encountering this auspicious rui, pilgrims like a pilgrim bowed and worshipped, a moment of refuge, stepping on the wind and dust, riding the halo, flying up, with the momentum of Kunpeng competition, soaring. The time when the wind and dust are a stick of incense is already a mountain high and a man-made peak.

The arrogant sandstorm has been covered by the white waves of the vast sea of clouds, and the occasional wind and dust gushing up from the gaps in the clouds are mostly bubbling and disappearing in an instant; the slightly stronger ones are more like the wolf smoke of the battlefield that can be extinguished with a few bloods, leaving a shadow of ashes in the air.

The white waves of the sea of clouds are far away from the sky, and the wall is close to the wall, and from time to time there are cloud foam that flies up to the three dangers, and it is also the same as the waves kissing the shore, coming and going in a hurry, or leaving a moist kiss, and sneaking away shyly.

At the top of the three dangers, the scenery is infinite, but there is no trace of auspiciousness;

The sky is breezy and the river is flowing slowly like spring water, and the air is particularly fresh and pure. Strange and magical, open your heart, indulge in silkiness, enjoy a while, and flutter like a fairy. At this time, he was at a loss, and once again felt as if his life had reached its peak, and what he wanted most was this feeling, and he couldn't help but smile and be very happy!

The sun is setting, and the blush of the morning glow has been shadowed on the other side of the world, and the blue is still dancing wildly in the sky, rendering a dreamy night. The night was not the darkness that everyone was familiar with, but it gradually became so thick that it could not be dissolved, and it was as magnificent and mysterious as the light of a sapphire. In the ocean of deep blue and deep sky, there is a pure white lone sail in the distance, which is the half-quarter crescent! The stars shimmer like diamonds, and they loom.

When night falls, the top of the mountain is also immersed in the same blue style as the sky, and the scenery in the distance is confusing, and the three or five sparks are particularly eye-catching.

Strange to the light, step by step, go two or three miles. The light that seems to be the pearl of the sea is close at hand, and it is clearly a few lights, dotted among the houses of four or five families in Yancun. At the top of the Ten Thousand Battles Peak, there are actually people's homes! And the thousands of people who have been cut down are really not the traces of people! Could it be the house of the fairies? Strange and full of curiosity, he thought so.

Facing a bay of blue streams blocking the road, there is no bridge to communicate. Meandering like drunk, the stone caresses the sand, the murmur is sounding, the rhyme is beautiful, and it is wonderful.

The strange squatted down, scooped up the water and drank, feeling that the stream water was as sweet as honey, and it was very moisturizing and quenching thirst.

On the other side of Quxi, there is a pavilion and stands on the wings, like a water lily in full bloom, there is a forehead in front of the pavilion, the inscription is "Wind Wave Pavilion" three big characters, there is a couplet on the pavilion pillar again, saying: "Kyushu divides the world without a blessed land, and there is a hole in the ground without harm in the three mountains." "White graphite words. There are several fire trees and silver flowers hidden near the platform, scorching their bloom, and they are extremely enchanting! "I just didn't see it! When did it suddenly appear? The scenery of a thousand flowers and trees blooming this night is really wonderful!" Just when the strange man bent down to drink, the scenery in front of him changed like a change of stars, how could he not admire! The strange dragonfly jumped over the stream like a little water, and swept into the pavilion. The trees are like brocade flowers, because of the disturbance of this uninvited guest, the autumn wind swept away the leaves in an instant, and the branches like ice carvings and jade were naked, crystal clear, although they did not lose their beauty, but they added a bit of bleakness and glory.

"The world is full of wonders!" Qi Wei smiled indifferently and walked towards the lamplight. A small fireworks are still being staged, clusters of blooming flowers, shining, dark incense floating, flying in the air, dancing around the wonderful.

The strange hand is captured, and a flower is imprisoned in the palm of the hand with mysterious power, and it is carefully watched: it is like a bird butterfly, born with a flower and moon appearance, graceful and luxurious, better than the soul of a peony flower, extraordinary!

When the interest is strong, the elves in their hands suddenly appear rainbow light, scatter colorful fireworks, and the colorful lights disappear with the wind. The elves that lingered around him scattered like other branches, flew up the branches of the jade tree, turned into beautiful fireworks, and opened a dazzling scenery. Strange and strange, walking away, continue the journey of seeking seclusion, walking through miles of deserted wilderness, faintly revealing a low wall made of mud and stone in front of him, and the grass stems on the wall are messy. There are hundreds of dragon's blood trees in the wall, the wood is several feet high, and the children are like car covers from afar, and they are lovely. There are several small and delicate houses in the forest, a few are brightly lit, and a few are brightly lit. Outside the wall, the sun ring flowers are clustered, green, fat, red and thin, long leaves are good at dancing, and among the verdant dripping, there are countless exquisite, magnificent, delicate and fragrant flowers.

In the distance, a fragrant fragrance came to the nose and lingered. Strange only felt that the fragrance of flowers was refreshing, and she entered the room of Zhilan, indulged in it, and was confused for a while, unable to extricate herself, and couldn't help but walk to the flowers and reach out to pick flowers. Suddenly, I saw that the blades were shaking abnormally, and when I looked closely, I was shocked into a cold sweat!