Xiangshi Mountain, the ancient Danxia landform, its mountain cliff stands upright, the stone beam hangs in the air, sometimes the ravine is vertical and horizontal, and sometimes the stream is murmuring. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe vegetation is quite dense and has always been known for its tranquility.

The four of them climbed halfway up the mountain and pointed to the real person towards the south slope, "What are those like?"

Aya looked at the black rocks scattered all over the slope and blurted out, "Wild boar!"

Laugh at the real person and slap your palm. "A few of you, you have really cultivated a mouthful of Zen. seems to be open-mouthed, but in fact, between doing what you want, it is often full of subtlety and mystery. ”

The scholar began to praise people again, but Du Yuan hurriedly stopped, "What's the matter, another story has been punctured?"

Xiang Dong nodded repeatedly, "This place is very famous. At that time, Emperor Hu Gong attained enlightenment here, and he had a whim, intending to avoid the heavenly punishment and thunder tribulation, and seek a shortcut to heaven.

He searched left and right to find this mountain, so he turned a pile of stones into a black pig at the bottom of the mountain, climbed the mountain and waded to the top of the mountain to the gate of heaven to build a ladder to the sky - but unexpectedly, he met a woodcutter on the mountainside.

In order to verify his spell, Hu Gong pointed to the black pig and asked tentatively, 'What is this?' and the woodcutter replied, 'A pile of broken stones!'

Seeing that the spell had been discovered, Hu Gong knew that his actions were limited, so he obediently left and went to Yong Kang Fangyan to accept the heavenly calamity. And the piles of rocks that remain are scattered on the slope forever......

As Aya said, wild boars, black pigs are also. If the woodcutter is replaced by Aya that day, I wonder if Hu Gong can take advantage of the excitement and step on the pig to the sky!"

Aya listened to this last sentence and giggled.

Du Yuan didn't understand where the "Emperor Hu Gong" came from, so he asked questions.

is well-read, "This emperor is not an emperor or an emperor of heaven, and he was sealed by the common people." His real name is Hu Ze, and he is also a native of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, in the Northern Song Dynasty for more than 40 years, I don't know if there is time to cultivate immortals, anyway, he has done a lot of good things, and the people are grateful for his reduction of the levy, and built a back hall for him, and the incense continues for thousands of years. Sounds more like a secular god. ”

Xiang Zhenren glanced at the red sleeves approvingly, "That's basically right. However, does Hu Gong have time to cultivate immortals - I know very well that the place I want to take you to is his cave. ”

Before the three of them could make a look of surprise, the real person to the east had already moved. I saw him take out a bronze mirror and look at the noon sun, obliquely.

The sunlight actually reflected the inscription on the back of the bronze mirror through the bronze mirror, on the flat cliff wall behind everyone.

The bland white quartzite suddenly changed, revealing a valley crack. Red Sleeves and Du Yuan looked at each other dumbfounded, how similar is this organ to Wen Congxin's ontological Dao method "Blind Eyes"?

It's just that the "blinder" in front of him has been solidified all year round, as if he doesn't need mana support, but he needs a magic weapon to break it.

In this world, how many secrets are buried that are not known to the world?

The three of them sighed as they walked into the crack under the command of Xiang Zhenren. As soon as the bronze mirror was closed, Xiang Dong himself flashed in. It was pitch black behind him. Only not far ahead, bright spring colors await them.

Really, it's really spring - it's not a fairy tale of early winter.

A hundred meters away, there were cracks, and the shock was like walking into the Mixed Yuan Immortal Valley for the first time.

Du Yuan, Red Sleeves, and Aya all stood still in a daze, facing the flowery valley, and didn't dare to speak for a long time. I'm afraid that I will say something wrong and disturb this dream. Once broken, regret it for life.

The Valley of Flowers is worthy of its name.

It's a sea of flowers.

Thousands of flowers with incomplete names, purple and red, competing for beauty - rebelling against common sense, creating the rebellion of the season!

Here, unlike the distant immortal intent of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Valley, it is full of moving vitality and hope.

One look is a great way to get excited for the day, and if you stay here...... God, I don't dare to think about it!

Du Yuan pulled Aya's little hand tightly as if he had been drugged, and he could feel that the little hand was also trembling excitedly.

Red Sleeves walked up to the front, squatted down, stroked the petals of the first flower he encountered, dipped the last drop of dew from his fingertips, and sucked it in his lips.

Not...... The fragrance of pollen, the taste of nectar. I couldn't help but whisper, "What kind of flowers are these?"

Hearing this, he waved his hand casually to the real person.

"Orchid narcissus calla lily, spring carnation, silver willow evening chrysanthemum, gladiolus, spring plum Ruixiang crab claw orchid, camellia begonia cactus finger, rabbit crown sticker melon leaf chrysanthemum, forsythia smiling purple azalea, primrose hibiscus oleander, hollyhock holy willow canna, pomegranate kumquat magnolia, crape myrtle Lingxiao Jiulixiang, Fusang water lily hypericum, hosta lycoris goose to red, Tianzhu black tree triangular maple, camphor ground brocade ivory red, firethorn tiger thorn winter coral, morning glory impatiens half lotus ......"

It seems that the endless "flower list" erupts without thinking. The flowers whose names were pointed out seemed to hear the call, swaying and nodding in the scented wind.

Five minutes later, Xiang Zhencai took his first breath, "Whew-that's all there is to the world." And half of it was cultivated by the valley itself, and you don't know it. When you see it, let's explain it one by one. ”

"Really good!" Du Yuan gave Xiang Dong the greatest praise in his life.

He didn't understand a word of the thousand-word text that someone said just now, and he didn't understand it at all. Only then did I realize that the word Celestial Empire is by no means a truth that can be understood by recognition.

"It's not me who broke the cow," Xiang Zhenren couldn't bear it, "It's the people who have worked hard to cultivate flowers here for generations." Of course, I'm also a drop in the ocean. ”

Aya thought of Emperor Hu Gong who wanted to step on the pig ladder, and asked, "What does this have to do with Hu Gong?"

"Ah—you haven't forgotten. Hu Gong is the master of this cave, outside, he is an immortal, here, he is a god. We have inherited his shadow and we have come to see everything you see today. As a Taoist sect, the Valley of Flowers does not belong to any sect, we only believe in the god of flowers. Our motto is - Die or be beautiful. ”

When he said this, Xiang Zhenren's face was fluorescent, full of proud tsundere.

Du Yuan sighed secretly, if he met such a "nymphomaniac" outside the valley, he would definitely be unable to help kicking it. Now in the valley, everything he said seemed so natural and even awe-inspiring.

As the feet continue to go deeper, there are five steps and a sigh on the winding road in the valley. Before I knew it, I came to a manor shaded by ginkgo.

Under the shroud of golden leaves, some women in gauze skirts came in and out, greeting real people and smiling friendly at the guests.

These women, regardless of their age, were happy and contented, and they hurried about their own business.

Du Yuan couldn't help but look stupid - if there was a fairy world or heaven, he hoped that it would be like this in front of him, except for flowers, it would be beautiful...... That's enough. That's enough.

Familiar with the road to the east, the three of them went straight to the west chamber and crossed the courtyard. There, there was a faint sound of the piano.

As soon as the bead curtain is lifted, the scenery of the hall inside the door can be seen clearly. A harp next to a zither. The two women sat back to back, playing.

They are so engrossed that they seem to be oblivious to the visitors and are fully immersed in the world of music.

These two pianos are a combination of East and West, and they are harmonious. Under the flexible caress of twenty fingers, or vicarious tonic, or supporting each other, a quiet prelude was performed, and the woman facing the door began to sing-

Chance is so accidental

Let's sit side by side

Sing a song of ours

Even if we can't get together often, we must always remember each other

The ends of the earth cannot be forgotten

Our little secret

Why can't I forget you

Why I think about you

How much time slips away

How many memories in the mind

You come quietly and you go quietly

All I was left with was a string of lonely memories

A string of lonely memories

......

The singing voice is magnetic and low, mellow and euphemistic, and extremely affectionate and naturally expresses the appropriate romance and sentimentality vividly. As the last line of the lyrics faded into cranial resonance, the young woman behind her plucked the harp again and again, crumpling all the emotional reserves, and grinding it into the scattered mud......

Red Sleeves is drunk, Aya is drunk, and Xiangdong is also drunk.

Only Du Yuan woke up violently - this voice was so familiar, in his childhood memories, her mother Zhuo Yingying, often hugged him at night, humming softly to the singing voice in the tape recorder. The warm and safe crook of the arm is a memory that he will never forget.

After work, he deliberately went back to his grandmother's ancestral house to find it, ripped it into a digital file, and played it on his mobile phone over and over again.

The songs of this original singer are not uncommon on the Internet. But Du Yuan recognized the damaged hoarseness in the tape back then, and felt stunned if he had lost a single point, and he had to transform it himself.

He raised his eyes to look at the woman in front of him, who was clearly between middle age and old age, but her temperament was like an orchid, and she still exuded a fragrance like musk. The tear mole under her eyes and the petal-like lips are so kind and familiar, yes, you can't be wrong, "Sister Cai Qin-"

This call, which should have been hidden from the bottom of my heart, accidentally spit out from the tip of my tongue.

Both women were taken aback. Qi Qi stood up, the guzheng singer smiled at Du Yuan, and nodded slightly, which was regarded as acquiescing to this call. The harpist turned and faced the door—

"Sister Yi!" Aya ran up in three steps and two steps like a happy little swallow, hugging her waist.

"Ah, it's Aya-I'm so happy that you're really here!"

Hibiscus Fairy Zhao Yiyi, wearing a goose yellow gauze skirt, hugged Aya in her arms, raised her head to greet Red Sleeves and Du Yuan, "Welcome, I was originally a little worried, afraid that you wouldn't find here." Senior Sister Cai calculated accurately, and sent Senior Brother Xiangdong to the town in advance to wait, and sure enough, I waited for you. ”

Her beautiful face was just like the first time she saw her in the Mixed Yuan Immortal Valley, and her red sleeves were like fire, but she couldn't completely burn out the pop in Du Yuan's heart.

"Hello Zhao Zhenren, our little junior sister has always been thinking about your care, so I specially brought her to come to visit her, I hope it didn't disturb your ......" Red Sleeves was polite.

Du Yuan briefly admired the Hibiscus Fairy, and immediately turned his gaze to Cai Qin again, "Sister...... No, Auntie...... No, Mr. Cai, my name is Du Yuan, I am your fan, my whole family is your fan!"

Cai Qin smiled gently, she can indeed be an elder according to her age, but no one has ever realized the time that has slipped away in her singing, her voice and image seem to have experienced vicissitudes as soon as she debuted, but she has not aged for decades.

She had seen many of this kind of incoherent celery. In Treasure Island, in Hong Kong, overseas, and in the mainland, she has loyal fans everywhere. Like the nature of her singing voice, her fans are mostly quiet and rational, without excessive crazy behavior.

At most, that's the loyal appearance of the young man in front of him.

- "Thank you, and thank you for your family. ”

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