Chapter 228: Junshan legend

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In the middle of the night, there is only the roar of the nightingale.
Lin Luoran took the glory of the winter and plunged to the shore. The morning sun had already jumped out of the lake. However, it was a few breaths. The fishing boat of Lao Liao had been hidden in the mist of the lake and disappeared.
"Hey! He hasn't told us where the Dragon Palace is!" Dead old man, this wants to lie to them 30,000, no way!
Lin Luoran grabbed his mouth, and Rong’s classmates were all good, and they were too greasy.
"Let's go, I know where it is, your voice is small, we can be privately intrusive." When she said that she was nodding, she let him go.
The entrance to the tourist area generally has a map of the scenic spot. In which direction the certain scenic spot is very well recognized, Lin Luoran ponders the map for a while, dragging the winter to the front. She met Rong, who was indeed a weak scholar, took a piece of "yellow paper" from the space and took it on the foot of Rongdong.
Poorly classmates live to be twenty years old. For the first time, they have the feeling that they are just adding up to the "two or two" - they are more serious, and he is as light as Yan!
The method of Xianjia, the means of Xianjia... The glory of the winter was stumbling, and it was firmly behind Lin Luoran. He did not see the smile in the mouth of the former.
She did not admit that she was "retaliation," and Rong’s classmates were too inky. She deliberately scared him with the "God" from the Wenguanjing.
The magical character is posted on the legs of Rongdong. He is like an electric toy that has been screwed up. Every step is like walking on a spring bed. Those high and short obstacles are easily passed.
Junshan is not too big, and it faces the Yueyang Tower of Dongting Lake. If you look down in the air, you will find it in the shape of a turtle. It is a beautiful island embedded in Dongting Lake.
It has 36 pavilions, 48 ​​temples, and Lin Luoran, they are passing by, the famous two tombs.
Emperor Huang, the female English is no longer in the world, but the two beautiful statues of the beautiful brides enshrined in the Xiang-Yu, heavy color ink, clothes fluttering, surrounded by clouds, Danhe, tears, lakes and mountains, the statue looks emptiness fly.
Even Lin Luoran stopped a little bit, here the bamboo swaying dance, Xiao Xiao sound, like crying, and seems to be muttering... It is so strange. She thought about it, or stopped to worship the statue.
Although there is no incense stick, winning in the heart, I don’t want to come to see you.
The two flew past, and the morning sun cast from the gap of tears, reflecting the brilliance in the eyes of the colorful plastic, the beauty of the two clay sculptures seems to be alive, not so different.
They landed in the opposite direction and almost passed through the island before they came to the destination next to the Dongting Lake.
A few feet away from the embankment, the Dongting Lake is full of water and smoke. At this time, the water and grass are abundant, the morning sun is shining, the morning sun and the morning glow are interlaced, and the endless Dongting Lake is dyed into a mild red.
Rongdong’s calculation is that there are few books in the city of Fuhua. When you see the words
Liu Yijing
above the pavilion, you spit a long breath:
"Mr. Lin Shi, here... but it is a legend!"
Lin Luoran’s hands were green, and in the eyes of Rong’s students, they changed into a bamboo. They saw the bamboo they had seen in Xianglu. She used this bamboo to knock his head:
That’s also fake?"
Pain... Of course, this is not a fake. Rong’s classmates are too honest. I don’t realize that since there are Lin Luoran’s existence, many Chinese legends may be mixed.
In the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, there is no such thing as Nantianmen. It is the name of the "Liu Yi Chuanshu", which is named after the name of "Dongting Dragon Palace". It is not necessarily targeted.
The two carefully looked at the well in front of them. Unlike the ordinary stone wellhead, the Liuyijing wellhead was surrounded by two fish-shaped patterns. The two half-rings were not combined, and the steps were extended to the well. From here, you can reach the Dragon Palace under the light and shadow of Dongting Lake.
This can be a fantasies for ordinary people. Lin Luoran can now stretch for a few miles. When he finds out, this step is only a visual error. In fact, it extends to dozens of steps, and it is already the end.
Lin Luoran did not feel disappointed. If the steps went straight to the Dragon Palace, even though there were rare treasures in it, it was estimated that even the dragon's foot washes had been picked up, and there were still their shares.
"Rong Shidi, you have to read more books, and carefully recall the contents of "Liu Yi Chuan Shu", especially the way he entered the Dongting Dragon Palace..."
Although lamenting Lin Luoran's whimsy, but the classmates who led her salary, or obediently screened the legendary content: the first book of Liu Yi, when he returned to his hometown, passed through the yang of Yang, estimated that in today's Suihua County, Shaanxi Province, After saying goodbye to a friend, I saw a very poor shepherd girl, and Liu Yi boldly sneaked into it. She was shocked to hear that this simple and beautiful shepherdess was the third daughter of Dongting Longjun, and the legendary dragon girl was abused by her husband. Let the sheep go.
Liu Yi’s classmates naturally did not marry the dragon girl’s pleading, and promised to bring her a letter to the Dongting Dragon Palace to seek shelter from her family.
How can a mortal, even if he knows the entrance, enter the Dragon Palace?
The dragon girl taught him to find an orange tree by the Dongting Lake. The banyan tree was three times. The blue-breasted squid and the shrimp and crab would open the water and open Liu Yi into the Dragon Palace.
After Rongdong was finished, he and Lin Luoran were not in a good mood.
This is the painting of the Tang Dynasty. It is hard to imagine that an orange tree can survive in peace without being a tree demon. Here, she also explored the underground, even suspected of orange roots. Things have not left any traces because of the changes in time.
"Mr. Lin Shi, there is no orange tree here."
The sky is getting brighter, and Junshan will soon attract a lot of tourists. If they don't find the entrance, most of the day will be wasted.
Lin Luoran down and carefully went to see the rock fish of Jingyan. The carvings were simple and exquisite, but there was no history to give spirituality. Lin Luoran's eyes are so toxic, and at first glance it is just a matter of later attachments, and it will not be a Tang Dynasty antiquities.
Needless to say, this wellhead is naturally built later.
Wait, the shrimp and crab will emerge from the blue waves, and lead the way for Liu Yi. She once again explores the bottom of the stone steps. It is a stone wall, thick moss attached to it, can not see what stone .
Lin Luoran’s knowledge of God could not penetrate the wall, which only attracted her attention.
What do you do without orange trees? She is not a scholar who is like Liu Yi. As a foundation-based monk who is based on the water system, it is too shameful if he can't even smash the water.
In the latter part of her practice, she dared to divide the water of the Shahe River. At this time, the repair of this well was not enough.
So in the glory of the winter is not willing to blink, Lin Luoran a "watershed" 掐 finished, blue awning than the color of the sea is pure, in her right hand staggered, a word "open", well water to the side apart, exposed Stone steps full of moss.
Oh, remember, this is the spell that Luo Dong said? Rong Donglin feels novelty. He only sees a flash of paper and a flash of light on his feet. After he is attached to his feet, he becomes light and swift, and the real step is like flying. Lin Luoran’s operation, Rongdong’s genius has made a real cut. Of course, his understanding of spiritual practice is not as good as that of Luo Dong. The latter screams the technique as a
spell.
Rongdong is even less aware of the difference. It is.
"Go!"
The well water was divided on both sides, Lin Luoran was in front, and Rong Dong was attached to her heel, and the people walked back to the water.
After the flood of water, Rongdong thought it was the disaster of the top. After the blue light flashed, Rongdong found that he and Lin Luoran had a transparent cover around them, and stopped the well water one meter away.
Lin Luoran’s hands lit up a glimmer of light, illuminating the underground world.
There is no difference between her and her exploration. The entrance is forced to go, but in reality it is getting wider and wider. Lin Luoran should pay attention to whether there is a sudden accident. After all, this is the entrance to the Dragon Palace that she expected. The future is uncertain.
She used it with a single heart, and naturally she did not find that the face of Rongdong was suspicious and her footsteps were not very solid.
The water hood is very magical. It doesn't feel awkward to breathe in it. It's just a watery mottled, and the feeling of being in the middle of the winter is close to Lin Luoran. Originally, it was a young man who was easy to move. He had no evil thoughts and could not hold the push of young blood. It turned out that the underwater temperature was not low. Is it too close?
In just a few dozen steps, Xiaorong’s classmates are walking with a little deer. It’s just a young man’s thoughts. After thinking of Lin’s great family, he walked to the end of the stairs. Xiaorong’s careful thoughts were automatically extinguished. .
At the end of the stairs is a thick wall, Lin Luoran also explored in the well water, and there is no other creature, the risk factor has dropped to a new low.
A golden light jumped out of her fingertips and acted like a dancing elf. Lin Luoran directed the golden light to scrape the moss on the stone wall, revealing a smooth stone wall - it was too smooth, nothing!
The two were disappointed, and the winter was not stable at the foot of the winter. He stepped on the moss and slipped into the wall and let him stare at Venus.
But the echo, but Lin Luoran thoughtfully.
Both of them were aware that they had a tacit understanding of knocking on the wall. It wasn’t that the dog’s blood touched the organ, but it was confirmed that it was a hollow wall, or there was a wall behind the wall... It seems that the gods are not It must be reliable every time. This world can isolate the gods. Only the places that can be found by both hands seem to be quite a lot.
Lin Luoran sighed, but called Rongdong to retreat. She made a slight effort. The destructive power of the monk in the base period was self-evident. The stone wall rushed and smashed, and the two people cheered up the wall, and finally revealed their true colors.
Some familiar characters, Rong Dong stroking the wall and muttering to himself: "This is the original book of water..." He is inextricably excited. This is not a good water book. It is the same as the Han Tomb Bamboo Slip. This is History is truly engraved.
"Rong Shidi, first look at what is the content." With the winter is coming, it is really wise, who said the legend is not credible? The water book may be really the words of the aquarium, and who can say it clearly.
Rong Donglin carefully checked the content, and there were not many handwritings, which were well recognized by his ability.
However, after he understood it, he looked strange and wanted to stop.