So I repeatedly told myself that this is no future, impossible, persuade myself to forget it, just forget it, let it go, it's useless to think about it, don't make trouble for yourself and others, just be friends, just have no desires and no desires.

But I am not reconciled, if I don't try, don't really get along, don't look at each other's eyes to confess once, I always feel that I can't fully convince myself, and then I start to turn around and torture myself repeatedly: Is it just impulsive? Is it just to make others happy? Is it just to see people's parents beautiful? Is it ** nature that has exploded again?

Then he began to persuade himself with kind words: You are so attractive that you can't confess easily, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable;

You are confused again, where are there immortals, where are there forevers, and who are not all virtuous in the end?

The gathering and separation again and again makes people wonder if they are just a first-class character who can only start a business and not keep a business on the issue of love, or is reality only giving those more mature people more opportunities to spend love, and enjoy the ordinary beauty like water?

Even if we have the same trajectory of psychological struggle as before the criminals confessed to leniency, we still can't escape the fate of being punished on the spot. We seem to be forbearant and strong, and the face is swollen and mature, and the heart is extinguished with the so-called reason, because we have always assumed that we can only love one person at the same time, when you are happily walking on the road to happiness, suddenly a heart from the side of the road bursts out, so that whether you accept or reject, you will end up with a suffocated and aggrieved end, and it is difficult to let go of the spirit. Because we know that we are not the Supreme Treasure, we can't use the Moonlight Treasure Box to go back to the past, and we are not Sun Wukong, and we can't use something like learning scriptures to completely get out of our mess.

Everyone has a supreme treasure in their hearts, but we must assume that we can only love one person.

……

After watching the second time, the two of them still looked a little unsatisfied.

At this time, Xu Youmeng said again: "By the way, why do I think the rest is not over yet? Is there a second part?"

"I'll take a look at ......" Xiao Zhao also felt the same when he heard this.

She didn't remember any of that, though, so she had to check it out.

Soon, she found the file for filming the Journey to the West movie.

And it is mentioned in it that the content of this drama is two-part.

And in the archives, there are details of the process of the second part.

In other words, the second part has not yet been filmed.

In fact, the mood behind the second part is basically a faint sadness, like flowing water, a very cool feeling, as if the veil of tragedy is being lifted layer by layer, and when Wukong is born again, it is to turn calm into sadness and anger.

He finally put on the golden hoop and turned into a "god" with great powers but no feelings.

He finally came, and Zixia's almost desperate face finally shone again.

"Hi, Monkey King, aren't you going to the West Heaven to learn scriptures? Take me with you, okay?"

"That's right, there is a woman together, and there is someone who can be a comfort woman when you are lonely, it's really ...... to think about" Wukong stimulated Zixia with the most ugly words, "I can't do it, I really can't do it anymore." Come here, put your arms around me. ”

Zixia didn't mind, but pounced happily, Sun Wukong suddenly made a strange appearance with his teeth cracked, Zixia was stunned, and couldn't help but take half a step back. Wukong yelled, "Eh, eh...... You can't stand me anymore. ”

"I can stand it. Zixia said softly.

"I can't stand you! You're so ugly, help

He is a great swordsman and a great master who can even destroy the sleeve robe of the second king in the world, Xianzhi, when the sword is out, but he is also a good person who has no extravagant thoughts other than kendo and doesn't even understand hypocrisy.

On the road of six thousand miles, he could have casually made a sword out, making Feng Nian and his own journey a hundred times easier, but he didn't do that, he just carried his sword box on his back and walked side by side with Xu Fengnian, this long and arduous journey, hundreds of days and nights, a sword hero, a son, they are like a pair of country masters and servants without martial arts, and they are happy in the downfall, leaving a simple legend for this Jianghu.

The reason why I want to write a paragraph specifically for Lao Huang is because Lao Huang is also the first real master in the rivers and lakes of this book, and he is also the most flesh-and-blood chivalrous man so far.

Li Chungang.

If you see the back, you will definitely be familiar with this character.

The green shirts lingered, half-lived, and the Trojan horse was sharp and broken

Xudu last year, Guangling today.

White clouds, dogs, peach blossoms.

Heaven does not give birth to me Li Chungang, the ancient sword is like a long night, but it is just a bamboo basket to draw water.

When he was young, one person could make the boys and girls of the whole country crazy longing.

When you are old, one person can make the whole country feel old.

It sounds like a majestic and legendary life, a green shirt, a Trojan horse cow, and even an arm left when he is old, but he has always been the only sword god in the rivers and lakes.

A sword god who illuminates the eternal night of swordsmanship.

The sword qi rolls against the dragon wall.

Two-sleeved green snake.

The sword opens the gate of heaven.

One sword pierces two thousand six hundred.

Li Chungang's sword has always been so indomitable, the so-called Buddha who kills the Buddha and sees the god kills the god, nothing more than is, because of his indomitable progress, so his sword is the sharpest and sharpest in the world, so he is the eternal legend and object of worship among countless young men and girls who have set foot in the rivers and lakes with dreams.

Even if these young boys and girls are already old.

But Li Chungang's life is not so indomitable.

When he was a teenager, he was very talented, and he became the sword god in the eyes of the world early.

In his prime, he lost his lover forever on the demon slaying platform, and his Dao heart was broken by Qi Xuanjiao, fell into the sky, and was even defeated by the young Wang Xianzhi and broke the Trojan Horse Cow, which couldn't help but make people disheartened.

In middle age, he was cut off again, trapped under the Listening Tide Pavilion for countless years, not asking about the world, and it seemed that he could no longer climb to the top of the sword, and there was a sense of despair in the desolation.

Finally in the twilight of life, re-emerging from the rivers and lakes, re-holding the sword, it is actually a second spring, and even the old man came to enlightenment, and the sword came, becoming the land sword immortal realm that was once close at hand but had been absent for decades, and the Jedi counterattack was deafening.

In the end, a sword broke through the armor of 2,600, in the peak of the Guangling River tide, it was three points more prosperous than the good river tide, but at the end of the golden basin washed hands in this most prosperous place, like a sonata that stopped abruptly, the aftermath lingered, the legend that could not be covered, and the desolation and grandeur that could not be covered.

If God doesn't give birth to you Li Chungang, it's really boring.

Flood wash elephants.

Riding a bull upside down, lazy and arguing

Wudang Mountain to see the sunrise and sunset, the clouds roll up year after year.

Half-step celestial phenomena, three lives are obsessed.

Xuanwu has been prosperous for 500 years, and it is better for the Yiren to call two stupid people.

There is a shy bull rider on Wudang Mountain, with extremely high seniority and extreme talent, and is known as carrying the luck of "Xuanwu Dangxing for 500 years".

His name is Hong Xixiang, he is the most unshelf-free and the most pleasing uncle on Wudang Mountain, always riding on the back of a cow, holding a messy secular reading book in the Taoist classics, shaking his head, reading while walking, tired of reading, he ran to the top of the mountain to watch the sunset stupidly, and he didn't know what he was thinking, or what he missed.

It is somewhat incredible that such a lazy and lazy person shoulders the burden of the prosperity of the entire Wudang Mountain.

Until he stepped into the heavens.

Until he stepped into the land fairyland.

The reader suddenly realized that this silly young Taoist priest was really the reincarnation of Lu Zu, and this young nerd who guarded the Wudang Mountain Realm and did not dare to go down the mountain had actually been willing to give up the way of heaven for the sake of the master in red clothes, and reincarnated in the world for three lives.

As the old saying goes, those who work hard will live up to the sky.

And the infatuated people are like a flood of elephants, and they have been borne by the sky once or twice, and finally found a future where they can see hope, which can be regarded as a thousand years of turmoil.

All beauties.

Facing the window of the beaded curtain, the beauty sits in the mirror and dresses up.

The pear blossoms outside the window should be in March, and the light makeup in front of the pavilion is in a hurry.

Last night, the concubine made a fish and dragon dance, and the son built a fish and dragon drum.

The long sleeves flutter like a wide cold, and the sound of the twilight drum is like a confession!

I hate that I don't have a green snake in my sleeve, and I gallop thousands of miles with you.

The road ahead is boundless, and don't forget the way you came.

A little red in the green bushes.

The rivers and lakes are a man's world, but the most beautiful scenery on the rivers and lakes is always beautiful and picturesque.

Rouge Tiger, Xu Weixiong, Yu Xuanji, Wang Chudong, Murong and a pair of sisters, Xuanyuan and Qingfeng;

The blue bird is peaceful, the red musk deer is charming, and the girl loves it; there are simple and honest things, the princess who is rude and sincere, and the simple and gentle little lady; the ginger mud is the ugly duckling who can become a bird by wiping the mud off the face, and the white fox's face is a peacock that is flapping its wings and flying; the princess of Liang has a big cool dragon sparrow, which is even more than half of the rivers and lakes.

It's half the sky.

Let's talk about the rest of the book.

On the timeline, there is the Spring and Autumn Unjust War first.

Rentu Xu Xiao came to prominence, and together with the vassal kings and the general Gu Jiantang, he helped the Liyang Dynasty pacify the entire south of Beimang in this unjust war, and laid a big family business.

Naturally, Bei Liang was also seriously injured in this war, Xu Xiao's right-hand man and the original cronies, the old and the dead, by the time the dynasty was stable, half of it had been lost; He slashed the spear fairy king embroidery and became the first person in the new generation of the dynasty's military circles.

Next is the beginning of the dynasty, and the rivers and lakes are uneasy.

This time, Xu Xiao turned into a scavenger of the Liyang Dynasty, which rivers and lakes were not satisfied, he led the iron horse to step on which rivers and lakes, setting off countless bloody storms, Xu Xiao has since become more solid "human slaughter" and "demon" nicknames, the people of the rivers and lakes talk about Xu Color, and since then he has surrendered to the rule of the dynasty.

Then Xu Feng was born.

The royal family began to be suspicious of the Xu family.

A unique undercurrent surging, the result was that Princess Wu, who had just given birth to Feng Nian and had not fully recovered her body, blocked an unwarranted disaster for Xu Xiao, at the cost of which she fell ill from then on, and finally died young, pitiful for a generation of female sword gods.

Then came the absurd years of the son.

In a certain year and month, Shizi and Lao Huang traveled for the first time, six thousand miles, two people and one horse, and endured all the turmoil and suffering.

The prince returned to Beiliang, and Lao Huang went out of the East China Sea.

At the head of Emperor Wu's city, Lao Huang used Jian Jiu, which was named Six Thousand Miles, to correct his sword, but he lost his life.

And Gongzi sprinkled a few glasses of warm rice wine on a certain mountain in Beiliang City, and listened to the mountain ghosts.

Since then, the prince has decided to practice swords and traveled for the second time.

Qingyang Palace and Zhao Yutai Wu Lingsu made a play together, Lu Dangli and Zhao Hengbo returned to the number of lives, watched a thunderstorm on the snow floor, Emperor Wu killed a real person in the city, and cut a few pieces of meat by the Guangling River.

Go back to Beiliang.

When traveling for the third time.

It's a single sword.

Knives in the snow.

The most enjoyable is like a strong wine in the throat, and the fierce strength of the knife spreads to every part of the body along the blood veins and tendons in the throat, like a flame, burning the heart in our bosom that is gradually obscured by the haze of the world, and even the simple beating reveals a rotten taste.

Drinking spirits, it is like self-deprecation, every time you drink into the stomach, you think of some old dreams buried in your heart and dare not look directly, there is a lyric that is well written "The promise of old love is like a slap, every time you think of a sentence, you will be slapped in the face" When the wine is drunk, drunk to the depths, and which time, are we not tortured by uninvited memories of the old times?

This is not a contradiction in life, drinking and getting drunk is to seek a pleasure, but in the end, often these pleasures will transform into the deepest and most painful awl that hurts people, penetrates into the soul, hurts the heart, and becomes the most unpleasant unpleasant.

However, the state of mind of seeking drunkenness is like an addiction, and I can't quit.

This is the charm of the old dream, no matter how big the price is, as long as it can be exchanged for revisiting the events, people, and me at that time, it is worth it.

It's just that the spirits are too hurtful.

And so there it is.

"Full of absurd words, a handful of bitter tears" Cao Xueqin's sentence broke through the thoughts that many writers have wanted to express in the hearts of thousands of years, writing one, isn't it a drunken meal.

The seemingly absurd episodes, the incomprehensible madness, the inexplicable emotional catharsis, and the sudden parting of life and death are just describing their dreams of being drunk by pen and ink and then being drunk, which is why they are so absurd and so poignant.

And the highest state of reading is nothing more than "the crowd is looking for him thousands of times, looking back at the twilight, but the person is in the lamplight", which means that reading to the body, what you want in your heart is naturally in line with what is written in the book, and suddenly, there is an epiphany.

Of course, a layman like me may not be able to have such an epiphany!