Chu Mingfeng and Ni Xuanyue found an inn to stay in.

This inn is called "Shu Daonan". It is an ancient and quaint and classical inn. Bluestone floors, log stigmas and green tiles form a harmonious picture. The carved windows and the wooden walls of carved dragons and phoenixes make the inn look particularly elegant, and the eaves of the houses look grand and grand.

In front of the inn, there is a huge pine tree with mottled trunks and withered branches and leaves, making the pine tree look profound in history.

Above the pine trees, there were a few wild birds.

These wild birds seem not to be afraid of humans. Even if someone approaches, the wild birds only stop and are not moved by external objects.

A small river flows quietly from the back of the inn, quiet and peaceful.

On the streets with bluestone slabs, the old man driving a cart is always walking alone.

The sunset shines down, giving Fenghua Town a layer of golden brilliance.

The sunset in the sky is as bright as a shy person as if he was a beautiful woman who first met her lover.

All of this is so beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people unable to take a step, for fear that the sound of their footsteps will break the tranquility and nature at this moment.

All of this deeply attracted Ni Xuanyue.

Chu Mingfeng focused his eyes on a stone tablet in front of the passenger station.

This stone tablet was not carved by hand, but a natural blue and white stone, like a sharp sword placed upside down in front of the inn, next to the Cangsong.

There are moss on the stone tablet, and there are strings of words written on the front of the stone tablet.

This string of words is written in ancient seal script, and the words are vigorous and powerful. They are not written on them with a brush, but are supported by people with deep internal forces and directly carved on them with their fingers.

Just by looking at the skill of the person engraving, you can know that this person is a master. The word "is old" can be seen, and Chu Mingfeng slowly reads the words on it.

"Ah, it's so dangerous! The road of Shu is difficult to reach the blue sky! Cancong and Yufu, how confused the founding of the country is! You are 48,000 years old, and you will not be connected to the Qin Pass. There is a bird path in the west, which can cross the top of Emei. The earth collapses, mountains and mountains destroys the heroes and dies, and then the ladders and stones are connected together. There are six dragons that return to the sun, and there are waves and twists and turns to the river below. The flying of the yellow crane is still unbearable, and the apes and worries are trying to overcome the sorrows. The green mud is so plaque, and the green mud is so tilted, and the rocks are surrounded by a hundred steps and nine steps. I slid the well and breathe, and I sit with my hands and sigh..."

After reading a paragraph, Chu Mingfeng looked at the following words and continued to read them slowly.

"I ask you when I will go on a journey to the west? I am afraid that the rocks will not be climbed. But I see sad birds roaring ancient trees, and the males fly around the forest. I also hear that the son cries at night, and I am worried about the empty mountains. The road of Shu is difficult than climbing to the blue sky, so I can hear this withering red face. The peaks are not enough to go to the sky, and the pine trees hang upside down on the cliffs. The waterfalls compete for noise, and the cliffs turn to rocks and thunders. The danger is the same. I am alas, how can people who are far away come? "

"The Sword Pavilion is magnificent and towering. One man is at the gate, and tens of thousands of men cannot open. The guards may be bound by a couple, and they will turn into wolves and jackals. They avoid tigers in the morning and snakes in the evening; they grind their teeth and suck blood, and kill people like hemp. Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to return home early. The difficulty of Shu Road is as difficult as going up to the blue sky. Looking sideways, I will sigh!"

This is a poem by Li Taibai's "The Road to Shu" which is magnificent and romantic. It is a magnificent treasure in the long river of culture in China for thousands of years.

"Li Taibai's poems are comfortable for readers..." Chu Mingfeng murmured to himself. At this moment, there was a cyclone fluctuation in his heart.

Chu Mingfeng knew very clearly that this fluctuating cyclone was not the true energy in his spiritual platform, nor was it the fluctuation of the sword fetal breath of the flying sword he practiced.

This cyclone was produced in his body after he read Li Taibai's "The Road to Shu".

"How could this happen?" Chu Mingfeng was very puzzled.

Why did he experience cyclone fluctuations in his body after reading a poem?

Isn’t "The Road to Shu" simple? Isn’t it a poem or a profound cultivation secret?

If this is the case, it would be a little magical.

Chu Mingfeng didn't care about that much, he absorbed this inexplicable aura first.

Chu Mingfeng did not absorb the cyclone into the spiritual platform, but he directly absorbed the cyclone into the sword body.

"Boom..." After the sword body was poured in by this cyclone, it refined the cyclone like a melting pot.

"Keep, are you a sword immortal?" Chu Mingfeng was in a daze as he looked at the words on the stone tablet. Suddenly, a waiter wearing a green jacket, a cloth hat on his head and a sweat towel on his shoulder walked out of the inn.

Guest Officer?

When Chu Mingfeng heard the name of the waiter, he looked at the waiter's dress and smiled knowingly. Fenghua Town is so good. Even the waiter in the inn still retains the ancient costume.

Chu Mingfeng suddenly discovered that everything in this town seemed very ancient and original, including ox carts, horse carts, sedan chairs, bluestone slabs, waiters wearing blue clothes and small jackets... All these pictures do not have a trace of modernization.

If classical, there is no trace of commercialization.

Chu Mingfeng understood that this town was not pretending, but it was real. It was truly the original state. The city outside was developing vigorously, but this town has always retained this style like a paradise.

Chu Mingfeng nodded to the waiter and smiled: "Yes, I am the Sword Immortal, how do you know I am the Sword Immortal?"

The waiter smiled and said, "Who is not a sword immortal who is so interested in Qinglian Sword Immortal's "Sword Immortal"?"

"Shu Dao Sword Art?" Chu Mingfeng was stunned. This was a new term.

"It seems that this is the first time that the guest has come to our Fenghua Town. I don't know the Shu Dao Sword Art. Please invite me to the guest. The shop is the best inn and restaurant in our Fenghua Town. If you live in our Qinglian Inn, you can understand the entire customs of our Fenghua Town..." said the waiter.

"Well, Qinglian Sword Art. The Shu Dao written by Li Taibai is actually a sword art. These scholars are futile to pursue Li Qinglian, but they don't know that this is actually a sword art..." Chu Mingfeng said.

"That's because everyone doesn't understand the world of cultivation. Li Taibai is called Qinglian. In the world of cultivation, everyone calls him Li Qinglian. Li Qinglian is determined to seek the great way, and finally survives in the world of cultivation. Finally, he becomes immortal and goes to the fairy world. The Qinglian sword technique and sword energy song left by Li Qinglian for human cultivators are a precious asset for human cultivators." The waiter said.

"I understand, do you still have a room? Let's open a room for us..." Chu Mingfeng said.

"Customer, please come with me..." said the waiter.

Chu Mingfeng and Ni Xuanyue followed the waiter's footsteps and entered Qinglian Inn.

When I arrived at the counter of Qinglian Inn, the waiter said, "Customer, I will open a luxurious river view room for you..."

Chu Mingfeng said, "Thank you."

Deluxe river view room, how comfortable it is to live in.
Chapter completed!