Since ancient times, there is a road in Huashan, which is steep and abnormal, the peak is like a sword split, and the mountain is like an axe.

Zhang Guo rode a donkey, just face to face with Jiangliu, and arrived at the foot of Huashan in a short time.

Jiang Liu walked all the way, and he didn't see any demonic energy, unlike the previous Jiangnan Dao, where the demons were chaotic and out of the city, even the cultivators were cautious.

The land of the Central Plains is really extraordinary, the scene of peace and security in the country is not only located in the Central Plains, under the eyes and nose of the heavenly court, but also because the Tang Dynasty is at its peak, and it has already had a prosperous appearance. Although the four sides are still in turmoil, it can no longer stop the running chariot of Datang, and any obstacle in front of it will be crushed.

"Fellow Daoist, Zhongli and Tie Gui Daoyou haven't arrived yet, I might as well take you to Xiyue Temple to have a look!" Zhang Guo suggested.

"It's okay, let's go to Xiyue Temple to meet Our Lady of Huayue first!"

The Temple of Our Lady of the Three Virgins of Xiyue is the place of its sacrifice, and the Snow Ying Palace, which is hidden in the sea of clouds in Huashan, is its Beppu and its residence when it goes down to earth. Most of the time, the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan still lives in the thirty-three days.

After all, she is the niece of the Jade Emperor and the sister of Yang Jian.

What's more, she has already attained the position of a heavenly immortal, a real immortal who refines the gods and reverses the void. Moreover, the Baolian lamp passed on to her by Nuwa Niangniang is a Chaos Spirit Treasure.

When Hongmeng is not opened, turbidity is not divided, heaven and earth are not opened, and everything is chaotic, the whole world is floating in endless coldness and vastness, Nuwa Niangniang stole the heavenly fire, illuminating the universe, and the heavenly fire of the open world, the sun essence and the moon have become a chaotic spiritual treasure with boundless mana, which is the Baolian lamp, which is infinitely powerful.

Thirty-three days above, in a fairy palace, between the clouds and mist, two beautiful fairies were revealed, one dressed in white, without any decoration on his body, but it was extremely dignified and luxurious, ethereal and dusty. The cloud rhyme in "Dou Po" can't be compared at all!

She was looking at the sea of clouds boredly by the railing, her long skirt fluttering, the green silk flying, the sea of clouds rolling, the woman in green clothes standing next to her, said: "Princess, the winter solstice of the nether realm is coming, so can the Xueying Palace Wenhui still come in person this year?"

The fairy slowly withdrew her eyes from the sea of clouds and said, "Lingzhi, watching them talk about the Fa and the Dao, it was boring and tight, and the Wenhui of the year was born into a place to discuss the Dao......

"Princess, in previous years, you always showed up, and the rest was left to me, why don't you go this year? It's a pity that this meeting has been held for so long, and it will also damage the princess's reputation!" the maid named Lingzhi advised.

The fairy showed a trace of disappointment in her eyes, and sighed: "After Zhi Jian'an, this world is not as good as a year, before there were three fathers and sons of the Cao family, and then the two families of Wang Xie were okay, and now the poetry and songs, how can there be a ...... that can be seen."

"Princess, I heard that the Nether Datang is already in its prime, maybe there are some surprises!"

"I hope so!"

......

In the Xiyue Temple, the main hall is the three virgins, the clay statue is lifelike, and the face of a god next to it is the fairy Lingzhi.

In front of the river, the smoke of the sacrificial incense actually rose straight up, until it rose to a height of more than three feet, and seemed to go directly between the mouth and nose of the statue and disappeared.

It was as if the statue on the altar was actively absorbing incense.

There are gods in the head!

Jiang Liu and Zhang Guo went around in the mountains, and returned to Xiyue Temple, and before they knew it, they had reached the time when the moon was in the middle of the sky, the full moon was hanging high, and the scenery was also myriad.

"In this situation, there should be good wine. As he spoke, Jiang Liu took out two wine gourds from the storage space, which were the fine wine brewed in the "Dou Po" world, which was unknown, but according to Medusa's character, it was naturally a peerless wine.

"Good wine!" Zhang Guo took a sip, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"There is wine, there is a moon, when a poem is written!"

Zhang Guo hugged the fishing drum and said with a smile: "Daoist friends can still compose poems?

Jiang Liu paced back and forth, and he didn't know what poetry to write in his heart. In the past, there was a poem inscribed in the temple of Nuwa, the king of Xu, to destroy the country, and Jiang Liu did not want to follow in the footsteps.

Risks and opportunities coexist!

At this time, a full moon hung high on the top of the mountain, and although it was already winter, the cold and heat had no effect on a qi refiner like Jiang Liu at all. Jiang Liu broke a dead branch and walked to the cliff outside the temple.

Jiang Liu's handwriting, maybe he is used to drawing symbols, or maybe he is not used to writing with a brush, even if he writes with his heart, at most he can only say that the handwriting is clear, and beautiful, or the calligraphy is not hooked at all.

Now using branches to sketch on the cliff wall is almost equivalent to an inscription, not to mention the beauty, and the first word is written to Zhang Guo with the feeling of ugliness.

Extremely ugly, like a ghost drawing.

"Ask the ...... for the Moon"

Jiang Liu wrote the numbers, and gradually felt it, and the dead branches were outlined on the rock cliff wall, and the stone powder fell down in three points.

Zhang Guo's face was originally full of black lines, and if it was accompanied by a voiceover, he would definitely have to add a few crows flying through his head. However, after a few more glances, he sighed lightly. Ugly, of course, needless to say, but this kind of ugliness has a very unique flavor in it.

It's not a feeling, it's just unique, with a deformed beauty. If it is a specific analogy, it is like a bonsai in the garden of Suzhou, those plants are forcibly twisted and cut, but they give people a unique beauty! For example, the three-inch golden lotus in the Ming and Qing dynasties is really unacceptable, but at that time, it made people flock to it.

"This ...... Ancient and clumsy, if there are craggy and strange stones, the white clouds in the sky are scattered......" Zhang Guo commented a few words, secretly thinking that tomorrow the dawn of the world will see such a word engraved in front of the temple of the Three Virgins, it will never last a day and will be shoveled, those temple blessings, mortals, can not see through a trace of this different beauty.

The world admires the seal script of Qin Lisi, the chapter grass of Zhang Zhi of the Han and Wei dynasties, the regular script of Zhong Xuan, the cursive script of the father and son of the sage Wang Xi, and the pen of Jiangliu, which can be said to be unique, ordinary people look naturally ugly to the extreme, but some calligraphy attainments seem to have a different kind of beauty.

Jiang Liu waved his hand, swept away the stone powder in the handwriting, and nodded with satisfaction: "How?"

"When will the moon come in the blue sky, I will stop the cup today and ask...... Today's people don't see the ancient times and months, and this month used to be according to the ancients' ...... "one sentence at a time, one sentence after a big drink, after a poem, Zhang Guo was already a little smoky, laughed and said: "Good poem, good word......! But I'm afraid that tomorrow this inscription will be destroyed! How can mortal eyes know the meaning of this!"

Jiang Liu left a poem here, which is to try how the three virgins are, and said with a smile: "If it is destroyed, it is the will of heaven...... Let's go, tomorrow on the winter solstice, we can't be late!"

The two laughed, drank all the wine in the gourd, and headed towards the top of Huashan Mountain.