"Come on, come on, big guy go this way," Qian Yuren lifted his robe, waved the folding fan in his hand and pointed to a forest in front of him and said loudly: "Look at this forest, it is said that it is the eyelashes of Mrs. Qingyue." ”

"It is rumored that Lady Aotsuki's eyelashes are dense and long, so the woods that have turned out are also lush and beautiful. ”

A group of men, women, old and young people who followed him all followed his direction, and saw that in front of him there were patches of dense and flourishing acacia trees, which seemed to grow in a disorderly manner, straight and thick, with a thick crown.

At this time, the flowering season of acacia flowers has long passed, but the green shade is still dotted with velvety pink acacia flowers, the breeze is blowing, like the girl's shy eyelashes trembling, which is pitiful.

"It's beautiful. A delicate girl about twenty-eight years old couldn't help but admire, looking at the eyes of the acacia flower, "I heard that this flower can bring good luck to people, is it true?"

"Hehe," Qian Yuren scratched his cheek with a fan and said with a smile, "Well, that's what I said, and there are also wild historical records, but as for the effect, anyway, mortals like me don't have a chance to know." ”

"Ah, why?" someone wondered.

"Because—look. Qian Yuren pointed ahead for everyone to see.

The place he was pointing to was a mass of pink and white falling from the branches of the tree without wind, swinging in mid-air, and before it touched the ground, the delicate color became lighter and lighter, and finally the stars scattered and turned into nothingness.

"See, this flower, except for the immortal methods of the immortals, there is no way to keep it. Qian Yuren said regretfully, "So you said that it can bring good luck, and we have no chance to know."

After everyone expressed their regret and regret, the youngest boy pointed to the forest and said, "Uncle, what's behind the forest?"

This child is only six years old, white and fat, pink and cute, Qian Yuren looked at the joy in his eyes, and couldn't help laughing: "Behind is the residence of the immortals." ”

"Can I go in and have a look?"

"No, only immortals can go in there, but-" Qian Yuren sold a pass, "If you can go in, it means that you have an immortal fate, and the immortal master will take you to immortality." ”

"Hey," someone made a disdainful voice, "Death asks for money, whether there are really immortals on this mountain, none of us have ever seen it, just listen to you talking here alone, don't deceive other people's little babies, and be careful that other adults beat your mouth." ”

"Hey," Qian Yuren's face pulled when he heard this, "I said you, is it any good for me to lie to you?"

"This time, it's not a contemptible person who came here to be a guide, but all the people who can read and write for hundreds of miles near Qingyue Mountain have come. And we all took the initiative to come here at the call of the immortal master, if there is a fake, who is so boring to lie to me and wait here to tell you a story. ”

"Let me tell you, on weekdays, this Qingyue Mountain is not a place where ordinary people like you and me can set foot, and the entire mountain is shrouded in enchantment. It is only open for three days every 100 years, and there will be nine heavenly emperors who come to preach and give lectures, and you have this opportunity to come in at a good time. ”

"Do you know how many immortal masters have come these days? Say it and scare you to death, if there are not ten thousand, there are eight thousand, but they can all fly away and follow us on the same road. And we can't go where they go, otherwise we will desecrate the divine land, but we will be punished by heaven. Qian Yuren said a big basket with a white face.

When the man heard this, not only did he not change, but he felt even more unbelievable: "You said so much, no, no one has ever seen whether there are really immortals here." What is a hundred years that it is only open for three days, and what kind of emperor's lecture is pulled, isn't it that you people here have colluded to deceive us outsiders. ”

"You-" Qian Yuren was so angry that he fell down, and he almost rolled up his sleeves to him.

The big guy hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him.

Suddenly, there was an unusual coercion in the air, which made everyone's hairs stand on end and they were silent. Then I felt like I was being bound by an invisible force, and my hands and feet walked uncontrollably on the side of the road, getting out of the way.

Everyone was surprised to look in the direction of coming, only to see a man and a woman walking in, just a glance amazed everyone held their breath.

The woman's eyebrows are high, her snow skin is jade, and her elegance is peerless, which makes people look at it for fear of desecrating her fairy posture, and a purple dress blooms like a lotus flower as she walks.

And the man's face was like a crown of jade, his bones were handsome, and he had a smile like a spring breeze on his face, and his white wide-sleeved coat made him even more handsome.

Both of them carried a long sword behind their backs, and walked slowly and steadily step by step on the mountain steps, their eyes solemnly like a pilgrimage of devout believers, and their expressions were indifferent as if they were going to visit the elders' juniors.

The breeze is blowing, and the sun is warm, and in a trance, this forest and mountains seem to be plated with a layer of holy glow, like a fairyland.

As if they hadn't seen everyone, the two passed by without squinting, entered the acacia forest, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

After a long time, someone came back to his senses and said respectfully and yearningly: "This is the legendary immortal." ”

Qian Yuren was still hovering in his mind about the two of them just now, and when he heard this, he suddenly felt confident, and he unconsciously became proud: "Yes, this is the immortal of Qingyue Mountain." As he spoke, he smirked at the man who had been with him before.

The man was also a stunned young man with strong blood, and he was so excited, his blood was up, he lifted the hem of his robe and tied it into the sweat towel, and took a big stride into the forest: "I don't believe in this evil." ”

Before the words fell, he screamed "oops", as if he had hit something, and he fell back sharply and fell to the ground. The nosebleed came out all of a sudden, and he was busy covering his nose and "humming" and screaming.

At this moment, everyone was even more convinced that this mountain was a sacred mountain, and they knelt down to the top of the mountain.

"Brother Qian, can you tell us the story of Lady Qingyue?" someone suggested.

One person took the lead, and immediately the people behind followed suit. They were all ordinary tourists, and they were fortunate enough to pass by and see several villages at the foot of the mountain where sacrifices were being held. There are so many people who participate in the festival that it is comparable to the Kyoto National Temple Festival. Most of them have peculiar costumes, and their appearance is very different from ordinary people, and they can be seen from all directions and all over the world.

What kind of festival attracts so many tourists?

Driven by curiosity, these people hired a guide Qian Yuren to go up the mountain together, and found that there were many tourists on the way, but many people disappeared strangely after going up the mountain. At that time, I only thought that there were many mountain roads, and everyone went their own way, but now I think that those are about the immortals, but unfortunately I can't know how to talk to them in time.

"Of course. Qian Yuren originally made a living by telling stories, and in order to be a guide this time, someone had already given him a cart of relevant books three years in advance, so that he could read them carefully, and even if he couldn't understand them, he had to memorize them.

Someone would suggest that he tell him about the origin of the mountain, but it was not right, when he sat on the ground, he couldn't find a shocking tree, and he knocked it in the palm of his hand with a fan, and said to the group of people sitting around him:

"Talking about ............ 100,000 years ago"