Ye Piaoling picked the most beautiful bouquet of flowers in the world from the largest garden in Kunlun, and let Yu Yunqian agree to him directly.

It was May, the green bamboos were vigorous and stood tall and straight, and the summer breeze swayed, and everything was happy.

There is a fairy-like place in Kunlun Mountain, which is even more beautiful than the Youlan Valley of Mr. Zhongda.

Among the four great gentlemen, only Mr. San Ji Xian is a strange man who is beyond the world, so there is no need to think about this place, it is Mr. San Ji Xian's residence, Changle Valley.

On this day, Ye Piaoling abandoned the car with Qin and walked from Lingxiao Pavilion. It was not that he didn't want to come by the car, but that the exhaust generated by the car polluted the air here. This was a disrespect to Mr. San Ji Xian.

Mr. Kunlun Third Mr. Ji Xianxi was quiet, just like the slowly flowing stream, breathing the breath of the earth and the natural rhythm. He had a gentle and vulgar aura in his heart, so he naturally did not want to be disturbed by excessive external noise.

"Ha, the young chrysanthemums here are very lush!" Ye Piaoling stopped and said as he stood on the stone slabs and looked at the young chrysanthemums here. The rich dark green added a mountain color to Changle Valley.

Ji Xian’s Changle Valley is the only valley in the “Four Valleys of Kunlun” where no concrete roads are paved. The road surface here is paved with bluestone slabs, even if there are stone roads in front of the gatehouse.

The bluestone road that gives people a quiet feeling is set against the backdrop of the extremely vibrant young chrysanthemums on both sides, which is like a road to a happy paradise.

"It is now the season for chrysanthemums to bloom. Unfortunately, the chrysanthemums here in San Uncle are autumn chrysanthemums. When the chrysanthemums are in full bloom in autumn, the chrysanthemums planted here this year will definitely be much better than last year's!" Every time the leaves fall to Jixian's Changle Valley, you have to look at the chrysanthemums planted by the roadside to see how they grow.

The chrysanthemums on both sides of the road are not considered representatives of the chrysanthemums of Jixian Changle Valley. This can only be regarded as a way to let the guests visiting first and understand the character of the owner here in their hearts.

Mr. Ji Xian didn’t like much in his life, there are three: one is the zither, singing to the wind and the moon, putting the wine in my arms, playing the zither and singing high; the other is the chrysanthemum, such as the chrysanthemum that leads to the sides of Changle Valley, who loves autumn chrysanthemums more; the other is the sword, which is the "floating sword".

These three items are Ji Xian's extremely hobby, and are indispensable in his daily life. They are Ji Xian's alternative life.

There are more than 100 varieties of chrysanthemums planted here in Changle Valley, with a planting area of ​​more than 1,000 acres. The chrysanthemums planted in Changle Valley are not only used for viewing, but also for flower exports. Just like the orchids planted by the old man Zhongda Youlan Valley, they have created a lot of income for Kunlun's economy.

Chrysanthemums have always been praised by literati and poets, and are known as the "Four Gentlemen" together with "Plum, Orchid, and Bamboo" for "flowers, postures, colors, and rhymes".

In Kunlun, the eldest Mr. Bo Chang was very generous and loved green bamboos, so his "Kunlun Valley" was filled with all kinds of bamboos.

The old man Zhongda likes orchids, so the most common planted by Zhongda's "Orchid Valley" is orchids.

The fourth Mr. Shuqi is arrogant and arrogant, so his "Leng Juegu" planted all the cold and proud plum blossoms.

The character of the four gentlemen of "Plum, Orchid, chrysanthemum, and bamboo" is the symbol of the four great gentlemen of Kunlun, which constitutes the most basic cultural section of Kunlun.

Plum, Lan, Juzhu, Bo Zhongji, this is the core symbol of Kunlun’s power!

The ancients said, "Chrysanthemums - the hidden ones of flowers", which symbolize a noble person. Mr. Ji Xian is such a person.

"Oh, it's here soon!" Ye Piaoling, who was immersed in the middle of the young chrysanthemums on both sides of the road, suddenly saw the stone tablet standing in front with three big words written on it - "Changle Valley".

Last time Ye Piaoling visited Mr. Fourth Shuqi, who did not bring his child servant Ma Jinghong, but this time, Mr. Third Shuqi did not bring his child servant Ma Jinghong.

Now the dark green daisies are rich and rich, and the growing chrysanthemums are so fascinating. When the chrysanthemums are brilliant in autumn, the golden whole world will definitely be mad!

Changle Valley is here.

In addition to staying in Lingxiao Pavilion and Youlan Valley for a long time, the most convenient place Ye Piaoling has been to is the Changle Valley of these three gentlemen.

Because of Mr. Ji Xian, Ye Piaoling often comes here to become a disciple and learn skills.

The melodious and elegant sound of the piano drifted in the breeze, and was taken away by the wind to every corner of Changle Valley, filling the entire Changle Valley. For Ji Xian, this is a paradise, a paradise that belongs to him. There is no other place in this world that is as peaceful as this place.

Changle Valley is a very flat valley with a not small area.

Ye Piaoling stood in a pavilion and looked around. The various varieties of chrysanthemums were planted everywhere. A large area divided into one type, with many ordinary ones, but more were precious flower varieties.

"Oh, the third uncle is over there!" Ye Piaoling stood in the pavilion for a while, looked around for a moment, and said.

He knew that Mr. San Ji Xian did not like to stay in the luxurious house. He pursued Zhuang Lao's theory of "ruling without doing anything", and preferred to get along with nature. He laughed in the sun and breeze. Ye Piaoling found that the origin of the sound of the piano in the wind was in the bamboo forest next to the "Chrysanthemum Pavilion".

Ye Piaoling walked towards this area.

Next to the chrysanthemum pavilion, there is a bamboo forest.

Ji Xian sat in a bamboo pavilion in a low mangrove in the valley, stroking the piano alone. The slender black beards under his forehead were drifting with the breeze. Ji Xian, with a rosy face, was a fairy figure with red lips and red face, and was extraordinary.

Only hearing the sound of "clang" was heard, Ji Xian sang loudly while playing the piano with one hand, "The autumn wind is coming, and the mountains and fields are happy!"

When the sound of Ji Xian's piano came to an end, the sound of Ji Xian's rhythm rose from the other side of the mountain, corresponding to Shuqi's piano.

After hearing the piano sound, Ji Xian looked at the place where the sound came and laughed.

Then, the singing rose again on the other end: "The autumn wind of chrysanthemums comes, and the mountains and fields are happy!"

"I am happy in the mountains and fields, and I will never get tired of it!"

When the sound of the piano fell, Mr. Ji Xian smiled and shouted to the other side, "Piaoling, since he is here, why don't he hide and show up!"

"Hahaha!" A cheerful laughter came from the bamboo forest on the side, and then a figure was seen floating out of it quickly.

"Good boy!" Ji Xian pointed to the man who appeared in the distance and dressed up like a handsome young man and smiled: "Come here quickly! You haven't come for a long time!"
Chapter completed!