The Sword Pavilion heard the bell
[Writing a book is like going to work, eight in the morning and six in the evening, doing five days off and two days off, and you can do more]
But seeing that time flows like an arrow, how do you know that the way of heaven is like a bow.
Zhou Man's life was miserable, and it was difficult to seek all, and he thought that he would change his life against the sky and prove the avenue, and he was listed as the emperor of Qizhou, but he did not expect that on the day of the Zen seal, he was besieged by thousands of families and died on the top of the Jade Emperor.
The dust of the past is gone, and the dream returns to ......
Above the Sword Pavilion, I heard the golden bell ringing again; In the White Emperor City, I still listen to the goddess singing.
That year, in the thatched hut at the foot of the mountain, the weak mother, in order to prevent her from learning the sword, raised a rusty firewood knife and chopped off her little finger.
Sixteen-year-old Zhou Man, covering his injuries, sat under the eaves and listened to the rain all night.
- How do you live again?
-As happy as you are, you will live.
Remarks:
1. This book is all based on your own liking, the third-rate author rolls the keyboard with his face, [Update the status of all reading] [Decline writing guidance] [Do not provide any "quality" and "quantity" guarantees] [Do not guarantee the loan for the author]
2. Major in bow and arrow, not perfect;
3. The title of the book is derived from the alias of "Remembering the True Concubine", and the story is unrelated; The cover drawing is thanks to @Zuye for the night, and the title inscription is thanks to @赵熙之
