Although the name is Jianmen Seventy-Two Peaks, there are actually seventy-four peaks here. With the middle peak of Jianmen as the boundary, there are thirty-eight peaks to the east and thirty-six peaks to the west.
Just taking the auspicious number seventy-two, so it was named Seventy-Two Peak.
Each peak is like an unsheathed sword, with an altitude of more than 1,000 meters. The mountains are connected and form a natural barrier, locking the entire Bashu within one area.
It is precisely because of these seventy-two peaks that Jianmen can be called Jianmen. You must know that there are towers, passes, and all the passes.
And this "Sword Gate" is named after Guan Jian. There are seventy-two peaks, the peaks are like swords, the peaks are facing the sky, and the swords are like portals.
There is a poem by Shixian called "The Road to Shu is Difficult", in which there is a line about the Sword Gate.
One man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men cannot open it.
After Shixian said these eight words, later generations described the world's passes, and often could not escape these eight words.
Indeed, no pass in the world is easy to defend but difficult to attack, so this one can be applied to other passes.
But this sentence was originally used to describe Jianmen. Standing here, Long Yingxiao could feel even more what it means that one man can guard the gate and ten thousand men cannot open it.
Only standing here did Long Yingxiao truly understand why Jianmen was the first of all the gates in the world. The Shu Road was formed by water elsewhere, but here in Jianmen it followed the mountains to form a road, but it was still a "monkey gate".
Desire to overcome sorrow and climb up."
At this moment, Long Yingxiao's mood suddenly became extremely open. He looked at the distant mountain peaks, as if the distant mountain peaks were also looking at him. He felt the distant mountain peaks, as if the distant mountain peaks also felt him.
At this moment, Long Yingxiao actually experienced the feeling of "I never get tired of looking at each other, only Jingting Mountain". However, his look at each other with the Seventy-Two Peaks was different from the one between Shixian and Jingting Mountain that day.
There is something different about looking at each other.
Although his mood at this time vaguely echoed the Seventy-Two Peaks of Jianmen, he thought of the poem "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain" by Shixian.
He knew very well that although now it is a bit like "looking at each other forever, only Jingting Mountain", his state of mind is not "all the birds are flying high, and the solitary cloud is alone." If Shixian wanted to take advantage of it at that time,
Jingtingshan came to express his loneliness and lack of talent, and wanted to express the great loneliness that was rarely seen in the world in his life.
But Long Yingxiao's state of mind at this moment was completely different from how he felt.
He didn't know how to describe his state of mind at this time. He only knew that he wanted to go to those mountain peaks to have a look, or that he wanted to get closer to them.
Long Yingxiao suddenly flew down the corridor, which shocked Long Ling.
Fortunately, there was no one around, otherwise the scene in front of me would definitely be extremely surprising.
After Long Yingxiao jumped down, Long Ling also followed him down.
"what are you doing?"
Long Ling caught up with Long Yingxiao from behind and asked angrily.
"I want to go there and have a look."
Long Yingxiao pointed to the seventy-two peaks in the distance and said.
"Um?"
Long Ling frowned and said, but this time, Long Yingxiao did not continue to talk to him.
Although the roads in the mountains are rugged, Long Yingxiao, as a martial artist, does not see these rough roads as difficult in his eyes. He kept jumping on the rocks in the mountain stream, and the dragon spirit behind him had no choice but to jump with him.
Finally, Long Yingxiao and Long Ling arrived at the foot of the Seventy-Two Peaks.
Looking up, the peaks are like sharp swords piercing the sky. There are winding low mountains around. There are rolling water in the mountains, and there are all kinds of strange peaks and rocks in various shapes.
Some are like dancing golden snakes, and some are like galloping horses. On the steep cliffs, stubborn green pines grow out one after another. They shuttle through the clouds and mist, and dance in the breeze, as if they are dancing in the breeze.
Show their tenacious heroic appearance to the world.
The clouds covered the sun, and the sky became a little darker. Under this slightly darker sky, the winding mountains were winding and circling, like a sleeping dragon.
White clouds are floating in the sky, and the clouds and mist surround the mountain peaks. The clouds peek out from the top of the mountain, like a sharp sword penetrating the sky.
Long Yingxiao faced the seventy-two peaks.
In other words, he was facing the seventy-two peaks.
Because the distance between the two is too close.
The strange feeling when he saw the seventy-two peaks on the corridor just now did not dissipate, but gradually intensified. That inexplicable feeling took root in Long Yingxiao's heart. He didn't know how to describe that feeling, but he knew
, this feeling was very wonderful to him, and he wanted to keep it forever and prevent it from passing out of his body, so he sat on a strange rock and meditated on the spot, facing the Seventy-Two Peaks.
Time passed unknowingly. Long Ling saw something strange about Long Yingxiao and did not bother him. He just sat quietly on the stone beside him and watched the clouds roll in and out.
Sometimes the sky is as clear as a blue, like a clear sapphire, with no impurities visible. Sometimes it is covered by white clouds, and the clouds constantly change shapes in the sky, like a tall horse galloping in the sky, and like a
A nimble squirrel was wandering around. Wild geese flew through the air in neat lines. Ever since he followed Long Yingxiao out, Long Ling's mood had never been as quiet and peaceful as it was now.
At this moment, Long Ling suddenly understood why so many people came to the Jianmen Scenic Area in an endless stream. In addition to those ability users who came for the Observation Stone, countless ordinary people came here every year to take a walk on the precipitous path.
Take the ancient road and take a look at the steep mountains.
The dragon clan has always been flying in the sky, and it seems that they rarely see things from the bottom up. They are used to the perspective of looking from the top down. Long Ling is sitting at the foot of the mountain with Long Yingxiao at the moment. She looks up and sees
Mountains surrounded her. At this moment, she seemed to feel the human state of mind. Sometimes, the feeling of looking from the bottom up was really different from that of looking from the top down.
The mountains are silent, but they are not silent.
Long Ling closed his eyes, and there was a gurgling stream beside him, as if someone was playing beautiful piano music; there was a gushing spring, as if someone was singing softly. The wind blew through the mountains, causing gusts of gusts.
Sound: There are branches moving lightly and leaves rustling; there are birds chirping softly, as if singing; there are sounds transmitted through the empty valley, and the mountains form their own music.
Long Ling didn't know what Long Yingxiao felt when he saw the seventy-two peaks just now, and what his state of mind was. But at this moment, surrounded by nature, Long Ling finally felt the gentleness wrapped in nature again.
With comfort, she just sat on the stone and forgot about time.
It's just that the feelings of Long Yingxiao and Long Ling at this moment are completely different. He is sitting on the stone, with the seventy-two peaks in front of him.
He closed his eyes, but dozens of sharp swords rose up in front of his eyes. Long Yingxiao counted them carefully, and found that they were exactly seventy-two.
Long Yingxiao felt that the sword energy in his chest seemed to be uncontrollable and would rush out the next moment.
The Nine-Linked Ring transformed itself into a Nine-Linked Sword, hanging one foot in front of Long Yingxiao.
Seventy-two peaks face the top, and twenty-four streams flow.
This is a poem describing the beauty of Wudang Mountain.
There are not only seventy-two peaks lined with arrowheads, but also twenty-four streams with turbulent flows. Compared with Wudang,
Come on, there may not be the twenty-four streams here in Jianmen, but the seventy-two peaks are no less impressive.
Wudang Mountain has beautiful mountains and rivers, charming scenery, and brilliant clouds. The uncanny workmanship of nature has created various wonderful natural landscapes in Wudang Mountain. The wind and clouds in the mountain are unpredictable, the purple air is dense, and various wonders of the four seasons are praised by people.
But for my Jianmen, this one seventy-two peak is enough.
Although Long Yingxiao closed his eyes, he only felt that the seventy-two peaks were right in front of him, beside him, and even in his heart. The seventy-two peaks were like his seventy-two friends, surrounding him.
By his side.
There is an article by the poet sage called "Ode to the Palace of the Taiqing Dynasty", in which he describes the extremely powerful literary style as "the clouds in the nine heavens droop, and the waters of the four seas stand upright."
It is said that there is such a beautiful scenery on Wudang Mountain. It is said that the clouds of the nine heavens are lying down and the water of the four seas is hanging upside down.
Long Yingxiao once read a book, which said that the most powerful martial arts master could make the clouds in the sky droop and the water in the four seas stand upright.
Why are the clouds in the sky drooping? Why are the waters of the four seas standing?
Even Long Yingxiao didn't know.
But whether he was literary or martial, the feeling of being able to summon the visions of heaven and earth was stirring in his chest at this moment.
At this moment, there was a strong wind on the Seventy-Two Peaks.
Long Yingxiao opened his eyes, held the Seven-Star Nine-Sword in front of him with his right hand, and his figure soared up.
The mind is like a sword, the sword moves with the heart, and the body moves with the sword.
And the surrounding heaven and earth also moved with the sword.
The dragon shadow Xiao Dang dances his sword in the air, and the sword comes out like a mountain.
The mountains are silent and the giant sword is silent.
It's just that the sword energy rises from the peaks of the seventy-two peaks, and the strong wind turns into a tornado, soaring into the sky.
The Seven-Star Nine-Connected Sword in Long Yingxiao's hand shone brightly, and above Long Yingxiao's head, the vision of Tianling ascending to Baize jumped out on its own, and the incomplete vision became more and more solid.
At this moment, countless pairs of eyes inside and outside the Jianmen Scenic Area are looking towards the Seventy-two Peaks of Jianmen.
In the Jiandu Hotel, Jiang Mingyan asked Jiang Yuanming who was standing by the bed.
"Father, what's wrong?"
Jiang Yuanming stared into the distance and said in a deep voice:
"Someone dances with a sword at the Sword Gate, causing strange phenomena in the heaven and earth."
Jiang Mingyan exclaimed:
"What!"
At this moment, Long Yingxiao had already danced seventy-two swords.
The sword energy of the seventy-two peaks condenses into a solid form.
Long Yingxiao's figure soared into the sky.
The Seventy-Two Peaks Sword Qi followed closely behind.
Long Yingxiao held the sword with both hands, drew the sword, and pointed the sword at the scorching sun.
Seventy-two sword energies merged into one, and a huge sword cut through the sky.
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"Ode to the Taiqing Palace" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty:
The clouds in the sky are drooping, and the waters of the four seas are standing. The phoenix is too late to go away, and the whale bends to attract each other.
All the clouds in the sky sank, and all the water in the sea churned. The phoenix hovered and refused to leave, and all kinds of fish jumped out of the water.
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The giant sword dissipated in the air.
After Long Yingxiao landed, he finally realized what had happened, and he hurriedly pulled Long Ling away from the place.
"What kind of swordsmanship are you doing?"
Long Yingxiao said while running:
"Just made my own."
"Does it have a name?"
Long Yingxiao turned around and looked at the Seventy-Two Peaks and said:
"Let's call it "Seventy-two Peaks Guiyuan Sword"."