Rise of Qinglian

The Jalan Mountains are located in the southeast of South Korea, stretching for thousands of miles and full of spiritual energy.

There is a spiritual mountain deep in the mountains, named Taihua. This spiritual mountain is covered with exotic flowers and plants, and spiritual birds and animals can be seen from time to time. 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 a team to go into the mountains to look for immortals, but every time they were stopped by a thick white fog. No matter how they walked, they just couldn't get out until they fainted from hunger and woke up. Come find yourself on the outskirts of the Zilan Mountains.

From then on, outsiders no longer dared to wander in. During festivals, a large number of people would go to the outskirts of the Zilan Mountains to worship and pray for good weather. But not during the holidays, the Zilan Mountains would still be deserted and few people would come.

On this day, twelve green horses rushed from a distance and quickly rushed into the Zilan Mountains.

There are some green scales on the body of the green horse. There are twelve young men and women, the male is wearing a long shirt, the female is wearing a long skirt, and a green lotus is embroidered on the left chest. They are Wang Ruyan and his party.

At this time, they had left Wangjiapu for more than three months.

At Wang Qingyuan's suggestion, the Wang family unified their clothing as a symbol of status.

Not long after the group entered the Zilan Mountains, a dozen huge white cranes flew in from a distance. On the back of each giant white crane was a cultivator. The leader was a middle-aged man with a simple face. Build three floors of foundation.

"Fellow Taoists, ahead is the residence of the Song family in Taihua Mountain. There are many people waiting, so please don't get close."

The middle-aged man landed in front of Wang Ruyan and his group and said seriously.

"I am Wang Ruyan from Qinglian Mountain in Wei State. On behalf of the Wang family, I am here to wish Senior Song a birthday. This is an invitation."

Wang Ruyan and others hurriedly reined in their horses and stopped. She took out the invitation and threw it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man checked the invitation carefully. After confirming that it was correct, he returned the invitation to Wang Ruyan and said politely: "It turns out to be Mrs. Wang. I am Song Qingxian. During this time, there have been too many guests coming to celebrate my birthday. If there was any negligence just now, , please forgive me, Mrs. Wang."

"You're welcome, Fellow Daoist Song. Our Wang family is just a small clan. If there is any offense, I hope Fellow Daoist Song will not care about it."

Wang Ruyan smiled slightly and said politely.

"The fellow Taoists who come to wish my fifth uncle on his birthday are all guests of our Song family. Mrs. Wang, you come with me."

Song Qingxian put away the giant white crane, released a one-horned spirit horse that was as white as jade, got on the horse, and ran quickly towards the distance.

Wang Ruyan and others saw this scene and hurriedly followed, whipping up their horses and following.

After a cup of tea, Song Qingxian stopped outside a dense forest. Most of the dense forest was covered by a thick white fog.

Song Qingxian took out a white square token with some flower and plant patterns on the surface. He waved it towards the dense forest ahead, and a white light flew out from it and disappeared into the dense forest in a flash.

The thick white fog in the dense forest rolled violently and dissipated not long after, revealing a spacious passage.

"Mrs. Wang, follow me closely and don't rush in. If the formation is touched, you will be in big trouble."

Song Qingxian warned, and whipped the spirit horse beneath him. The spirit horse was in pain and quickly ran forward.

Wang Ruyan and twelve others followed Song Qingxian closely to avoid violating the restrictions.

Passing through the dense forest, there is a valley filled with birds and flowers, and a group of spiritual butterflies dancing in the valley.

There are large blue spiritual flowers on both sides of the valley. The buds are crescent-shaped, and the air is filled with a strong floral fragrance.

After passing through the valley, a spiritual mountain five to six hundred feet high appeared in front of Wang Ruyan and twelve people.

Lingshan has dense vegetation, buildings extend from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and a large number of people can be seen walking around.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a huge stone tablet more than ten feet high, with three golden characters "Taihua Mountain" engraved on it, sparkling with light.

"Mrs. Wang, this is Taihua Mountain, where our Song family is based."

Song Qingxian introduced enthusiastically, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Not bad, full of spiritual energy."

Wang Ruyan complimented politely.

Song Qingxian put away his spirit horse and took Wang Ruyan and others up the mountain.

The entire Taihua Mountain is like a huge castle, where a large number of immortal cultivators live. The spacious and clean streets are crowded with people, and there are restaurants, inns, elixirs, apothecaries and weapon shops.

After a cup of tea, Song Qingxian stopped outside a small courtyard, pointed to the courtyard and said, "Mrs. Wang, you can live here! It's not yet the fifth uncle's birthday, but there are many guests coming to celebrate his birthday. , you can move around freely, but you cannot go to the top of the mountain, which is the core of our Song family."

"Trouble, Fellow Daoist Song."

Song Qingxian said some things that needed attention, turned and left.

There is a four-story green attic in the courtyard, with five or six rooms on each floor.

"This is the Song family, not our Qinglian Mountain. We are not allowed to cause trouble. We work in pairs and can move freely. Remember, we represent the Wang family in Qinglian Mountain. We are not allowed to discredit the family."

Wang Ruyan's face was stern.

"Yes, acting head of the family."

Wang Qingshan and others agreed in unison.

Wang Qingshan is a foundation-building monk and acts alone.

After leaving the yard, he wandered along the street.

The goods in the store were of complete variety and of high quality, but there was nothing that made him excited.

Wang Qingshan has been to the two Dafang cities in the Wei Kingdom, Qingyuefang City and Bailong Valley. It is true that the Song family is a large clan of cultivators of immortality, but there is still a certain gap between them and the sect of cultivators of immortality.

"There are green jade rice, golden wind rice, snow mulberry beans, white jade lotus root, and spiritual vegetables in Linggu. Don't miss it if you pass by."

A waiter shouted loudly at the door of the store.

Wang Qingshan's expression changed and he walked in.

"Senior, what do you want to buy? Do you want me to introduce it to you? These are all things produced and sold by our Song family."

The waiter said enthusiastically.

"Is there any better Linggu? It would be better if it is a specialty of your Song family. I would like to buy some to give away."

Wang Qingshan glanced at the goods in the store and said calmly.

The shopkeeper came over in person and said with a smile on his face: "Yes, yes, purple moon rice, once ripe every thirty years, ten spiritual stones per pound. It is also good for foundation-building monks to eat in large quantities. It is also good for monks in the Qi refining period to take it." , which is quite beneficial to cultivation. This is a rice cake made from Purple Moon Spirit Rice. Seniors can have a taste."

He took out a piece of purple rice cake from a porcelain jar, which was crystal clear and had a floral fragrance, and handed it to Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan was not polite and took a small bite.

The shopkeeper immediately weighed ten kilograms of Ziyue Ling rice and put it into a white rice bag.

"Yes, I want ten pounds. The shopkeeper, do you know where guests who come to celebrate their birthdays like to go?"

Wang Qingshan paid the spirit stone, took the rice bag from the shopkeeper, and asked casually.

"I know, the first one is Sanyuanju, where is the tea house. Turn right for three hundred steps, then turn left and walk thirty steps and you will be there; the second one is the martial arts arena, where most outsiders set up stalls and trade. If you are lucky, you can also I saw immortal cultivators fighting each other! Turn right when you go out of the martial arts arena and go straight."

Wang Qingshan thanked him and went straight to the martial arts field.