When the preparations stopped, Su Yanjun pulled a thin rope beside the lengthening rope. Not knowing how the mountain got the signal, the slate began to rise slowly.

The foot of the sky gradually vacated, the hut at the foot of the mountain slowly shrunk, and the slate carried the crowd to the top of the mountain.

Qin Le clenched the rope tightly in both hands, peeked at his feet, his face was pale immediately, and he closed his eyes tightly, muttering something in his mouth, and his legs trembled slightly.

Huang Zelin didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw it, so he put on the air of an elder and began to seriously test his recent homework. As a result, he temporarily forgot where he was, and shifted his tension to answering questions.

On another stone slab, Guqing Bridge stood by the rope, and Mu Xiyuan was beside him, and the two stood on both sides of the thick rope. Look at the ground beneath your feet.

Although there is a companion not far away, it can be regarded as being alone if you narrow your eyes. Gu Qingqiao's hand holding the rope moved, pretending to cover Mu Xiyuan's fingers unintentionally.

Mu Xiyun turned to look at him, a thin blush appeared on his face. Gu Qingqiao smiled and pressed his body to the side, the two of them touched their shoulders, and the body temperature was transmitted through the fabric, all the way to their hearts.

Over there, Qin Le finally overcame his nervousness. He didn't dare to look down any longer. He only looked around cautiously, and suddenly cried out "ah".

They are now almost flush with the edge of the morning glory, and you can see that there is a huge waterwheel inside the stone wall.

The waterwheel turned slowly, driving the noose and pulling up a few people.

The power of the waterwheel came from the waterfall on the side of the stone wall.

Looking up from the bottom of the mountain just now, the waterfall disappeared when the thick ropes and stone slabs were lowered. When he got here, Qin Le realized that the water was still flowing, but it was stopped by a huge bluestone and changed its direction. Following the stone canal built in advance, it washed on the edge of the waterwheel. After picking up a few people, it flowed out from a distance. stone wall.

The thick rope at the top of the slate crossed the highest point of the cliff, and the noose at the top suddenly changed direction, leading everyone along a long sloping rope, and began to slide into the valley.

"Ah!!!" Qin Le closed his eyes tightly, pulled the rope with one hand, and tugged at Su Yanjun's sleeve with the other, his face pale.

On the other stone slab, Gu Qingqiao held the rope in one hand and Mu Xiyuan's shoulder in the other. The strong wind blew, took Mu Xiyuan's long hair, and patted his face lightly, he couldn't help clenching his arms, and his lips gently brushed the ears of the person in his arms.

Mu Xiyun bent her elbow slightly and bumped against him. Gu Qingqiao let out a low laugh and blew another breath in his ear, then straightened up and looked at the valley leisurely.

Baihua Mountain is indeed a sea of ​​flowers. A hundred flowers bloom in the valley, and pieces of flowers are woven into gorgeous carpets that cover the entire valley. Looking from above, the field of vision is full of strong colors.

The surrounding colors are bright, and the magic circle here does not look inferior. The base of the array is made of variegated spiritual stones. At first glance, it is integrated with the surrounding flowers, but the slate above is made of pure white marble. The array is bordered with gold, and the end is brilliant and gorgeous. .

"This magic circle must be man-made by Baihuagu," Gu Qingqiao commented with blood: "It's as dazzling as their peony embroidered robes."

The slate quickly descended to the ground, and a young man in a white robe was waiting.

The man was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, with an ancient face and messy hair. He also wore a cloth pocket outside the white robe of Moyun Mountain. There was a large pocket in front of the pocket, which was full of various tools.

Su Yanjun smiled and introduced to Huang Zelin: "This is Cheng Yinji, a disciple of Tianxiang Peak, who has been here for five years."

Huang Zelin nodded and praised: "It's not easy for young people to calm down and stay safe, regardless of the loneliness of the environment!"

Cheng Yinji scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and scratched his messy hair into half a bird's nest, "I didn't think about it that much, I just love it here."

Qin Le looked at the tools in Cheng Yinji's pocket, and asked curiously, "Senior brother Cheng, are you repairing the machine that pulled us up just now?"

"Oh, it's just routine maintenance." Cheng Yinji brought a few people to his own house. He wanted to let the guests sit down. He stepped through the door to take a look, but hurried out, blushing and said, "No. I'm sorry, my house is too messy, I'll take you to the accommodation."

A few people stood at the door of Cheng Yinji's house and gave a startling glance. There were piles of various parts in the east and west, large and small gears were scattered on the ground, and there were half-open drawings on the table, which were pressed with two hammers. He even put half of the bed's debris on the bed, and don't know if he will fall off the bed when he sleeps at night.

Cheng Yinji blushed and strode toward the woods beside the magic circle. There was a row of huts built beside the woods, with white walls and red tiles, but they were simple and elegant.

The hut has its own kitchen, and a fat black lady greeted everyone with a smile when she saw the crowd.

"This is Aunt Zhang, and she is in charge of the living and food here in the array." Cheng Yinji introduced.

"During this time, I have to trouble the aunt to take care of it." Su Yanjun said warmly, and brought a few young people to give salute.

Aunt Zhang was also very happy to see everyone. She hurriedly brought new bedding and utensils for them, and hurriedly started the stove and prepared dinner.

The five settled down, Qin Le pulled Su Yanjun and asked in a low voice to see the huge waterwheel. Su Yanjun and Cheng Yinji discussed a few words softly, the freshly released senior brother Cheng accused Huang Zelin, and walked towards the cliff with an expectant Qin Le.

I don't know what mechanism was activated, but the long rope slate that carried the crowd just now began to move up slowly. Qin Le hesitated for a while, and his curiosity about the waterwheel finally overcame his fear of heights. He followed Cheng Yinji onto the slate and went up to the top of the cliff.

Huang Zelin was old and frail, and he was exhausted after a day's journey. He waved to the three of them, indicating that they didn't need to take care of themselves, and went back to the house to lie down.

When Su Yanjun arrived at the new place, according to the rules, he had to report to the division, and then he went back to his room to write a letter.

Qing Qiao gently touched Mu Xiyuan, "Go out for a walk?"

As soon as Mu Xiyuan nodded, Gu Qingqiao shook his hand and was dragged by him to the sea of ​​flowers not far away.