Located in the southeast of South Korea, Zilan mountains stretch for thousands of miles and are full of aura.
Deep in the mountains, there is a mountain called Taihua, which is full of exotic flowers and plants. From time to time, you can see birds and beasts. Taihua mountain is the residence of the Song family.
The legend of immortals has been circulating in the local area. Some brave foreigners once formed teams to search for immortals in the mountains, but they were stopped by a thick white fog every time. No matter how they walked, they couldn''t get out until they fainted and woke up to find themselves outside the Zilan mountains.
After that, the people from other places did not dare to rush in any more. On New Year''s day, a large number of people would go to the periphery of Zilan mountain to worship and pray for good weather.
On this day, twelve blue horses rushed from afar into the purple haze mountains.
There are some blue scales on the surface of the blue horse. There are 12 young men and women. The men are wearing long shirts and the women are wearing long skirts. A blue lotus flower is embroidered on the left chest. It is Wang Ruyan and his party.
At this time, they left wangjiabao for more than three months.
At the suggestion of Wang Qingyuan, the Wang family unifies their clothes, which is a sign of identity.
Not long after the party entered the Zilan mountains, more than a dozen giant white cranes came from afar. On the back of each crane, there was an immortal cultivator, led by a middle-aged man with a simple and honest face, who built the third floor of the foundation.
"Fellow Taoists, the front is the residence of our song family in Taihua mountain. No one is allowed to get near it."
The middle-aged man landed in front of Wang Ruyan and his party and said solemnly.
"I''m wang Ruyan from Qinglian mountain of the state of Wei. On behalf of the Wang family, I come here to celebrate the birthday of the elder song. This is an invitation."
Wang Ruyan and others stopped in a hurry. She took out the invitation and threw it to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man carefully checked the invitation, confirmed that it was correct, and returned it to Wang Ruyan. He said politely, "it''s Mrs. Wang. In the next song dynasty, there are too many guests coming to celebrate the birthday. If there is any neglect just now, please forgive me."
"You''re welcome, Mr. Song. Our Wang family is just a small family. If there''s any offence, I hope you don''t mind."
Wang Ruyan said politely with a smile.
"The Taoist friends who come to celebrate the fifth uncle''s birthday are all guests of the Song family. Mrs. Wang, come with me."
Song Qingxian put away the white crane, released a one horned spirit horse, which was as white as jade, turned over to mount the horse, and quickly ran to the distance.
Wang Ruyan and others witnessed the scene, quickly whipped the horse, followed up.
After a cup of tea, song Qingxian stopped outside a dense forest, most of which was covered by a thick white fog.
Song Qingxian took out a white square token with some flowers and plants on the surface. He flashed in front of the dense forest. A white light flew out of the token and disappeared into the forest.
The thick white fog in the dense forest rolled violently, and soon dispersed, revealing a spacious passage.
"Mrs. Wang, stay close to me. Don''t rush. If you touch the array, you will be in great trouble."
Song Qingxian told him to whip the spirit horse under him. Under the pain, the spirit horse ran forward quickly.
Wang Ruyan''s twelve men closely followed song Qingxian to avoid touching the ban.
Through the dense forest, there is a valley with birds singing and flowers fragrant. A group of spirit butterflies are dancing in the valley.
On both sides of the valley is a large blue Linghua, whose bud is crescent shaped, and the air is filled with a strong fragrance of flowers.
After crossing the valley, a five or six hundred Zhang high spirit mountain appeared in front of Wang Ruyan''s twelve people.
Lingshan is densely vegetated. The buildings extend from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. You can see a large number of people walking around.
At the foot of the mountain, there is a huge stone tablet more than ten feet high, which is engraved with three golden characters of "Taihua mountain".
"Mrs. Wang, this is our song family''s residence in Taihua mountain."
Song Qingxian''s warm introduction revealed a trace of satisfaction.
"Yes, it''s full of spirit."
Wang Ruyan gave a polite compliment.
Song Qingxian put away the spirit horse and took Wang Ruyan and others up the mountain.
The whole Taihua mountain is like a huge castle. There are a large number of immortals. The spacious and tidy streets are full of people. Restaurants, inns, pills stores and weapons stores should have their own characteristics.
After a cup of tea, song Qingxian stopped outside a small courtyard, pointed to the courtyard and said, "Mrs. Wang, you live here! It''s not the fifth uncle''s birthday yet, but there are many guests here. You can move freely, but you can''t go to the top of the mountain. It''s the core of our song family. "
"Please, song Daoyou."
Song Qingxian said something to pay attention to and turned to leave.
There is a four storey blue attic in the courtyard, with five or six rooms on each floor.
"This is the Song family, not our Qinglian mountain. No trouble. Let''s work in pairs and move freely. Remember, we represent the king''s family of Qinglian mountain, and don''t discredit the family."Wang Ruyan''s face was stern.
"Yes, surrogate."
Wang Qingshan and others agreed with one voice.
Wang Qingshan is a friar of building foundation. He acts alone.
Out of the yard, he wandered along the street.
There are all kinds of goods in the shop, and the quality is good, but there is nothing that makes him excited.
There are two big cities in the state of Wei, qingyuefang, bailonggu and Wang Qingshan. The Song family is an immortal family, but there is still a certain gap between them.
"There are Qingyu LingMi, Jinfeng LingMi, xuesang beans, Baiyu lotus root, Linggu Lingshu. Don''t miss them when you pass by."
A shopkeeper yelled at the door.
Wang Qingshan''s face moved and went in.
"Master, what do you want to buy? Would you like to introduce some small ones to you? These are all things produced and sold by the Song family. "
The shop boy said enthusiastically.
"Is there a better Spirit Valley? It''s better to buy some special products of the Song family. I''d like to buy some back to give them away. "
Wang Qingshan glanced at the goods in the shop and said faintly.
The shopkeeper welcomed him in person and said with a smile: "yes, purple moon spirit rice, once cooked in 30 years, ten pieces of spirit stone per kilogram. It''s also good for the friars of building foundation to eat a lot of it. It''s good for the friars of refining Qi to take it. It''s a rice cake made of purple moon spirit rice. You can have a taste of it."
He took out a piece of purple rice cake from a porcelain jar. It was crystal clear and fragrant with flowers. He handed it to Wang Qingshan.
Wang Qingshan was not polite, and took a small bite.
The shopkeeper immediately weighed ten catties of purple moon rice and ran into a white rice bag.
"Yes, I want ten jin. Do you know where the shopkeeper and birthday guests like to go
Wang Qingshan paid off Lingshi, took the rice bag from the shopkeeper and asked casually.
"I know. First, sanyuanju, which is a teahouse, takes 300 steps to the right and then 30 steps to the left. Second, the martial arts arena, where most foreigners set up stalls and trade. If you are lucky, you can still see the immortal practitioners'' fighting skills! When you go out of the arena, turn right and go straight
Wang Qingshan said thanks and went straight to the martial arts arena.