Just after Zhang Yi watched a future version of a Korean drama, it took more than ten days to warm up the dantian, and he couldn't absorb the aura of heaven and earth as he did in the past, so he turned around and devoted himself to the ranks of an excellent romance novelist. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Ever since his cultivation had entered the middle stage of Qi induction, which penetrated the meridians of his whole body, he felt that his memory and comprehension had improved considerably. Writing or copycating those novels, Richeng is a complete trifle.

So on the first day, Zhang Yi conceived and completed the plot of the first version, borrowing a lot of the plot of the West Chamber, the rich lady was attracted by the literary appearance of the poor scholar, and then it was

Last year in this door today,

The peach blossoms on the human face are red.

The face of man does not know where to go,

The peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

All kinds of show style, all kinds of show affection.

Then Chen Shimei played romance in various fancy ways such as stealing meetings over the wall before the flowers.

Zhang Yi took the opportunity of delivering the first part of this well-decorated book to the cave of that Wanniang, and he didn't care about it.

But said that Wan Niang, who didn't think about tea and dinner all day long, just fell into the center of memories and thought about the handsomeness and gentleness of that Wang Lang, her vows to her, and her wholehearted dedication, she would definitely move the heavens, let him marry him, and live a beautiful life that only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals.

That mind is like it has completely penetrated into the tip of the horns, formed a dead knot, and entered the devil. From time to time, I fall into a dream of self-delusion and can't extricate myself.

Then Zhang Yishun's handwritten version of Chen Shimei in the West Chamber was overjoyed by Wan Niang, and she only felt that her Wang Lang was also such an extraordinary beautiful man, and she should be the dead and alive warbler of love.

has even become addicted to it, thinking that the pink-faced Wang Lang will also secretly climb the wall to peek at himself.

It's just that half of the book is gone, what will happen to Yingying in the future? It should be good, just like her Wanniang, she will be happy after all.

So Wan Niang finally couldn't help but ask Zhang Yi for the second half three days later.

Zhang Yi finally saw the infatuated Wan Niang, a shabby gray handyman robe was probably sewn and mended by herself, the twisted needlework was like a centipede, with long hair reaching the ground, a thin face, and clear facial features, but the body that had not been nourished by the aura for a long time looked extremely thin and thin.

She seemed to be hoarse because of her long-term autism, and she opened her mouth to Zhang Yi several times to say something, but she didn't say it after all, and when Zhang Yi was finally leaving, she asked: "This little brother, where did you get this book?"

Zhang Yi smiled and said: "I bought it at the market a few days ago, I was going to see it myself, but I didn't want to lose it, since I got to you, then you can see it yourself, and you should relieve your boredom." ”

Na Wanniang then twisted and said, "Then can you trouble the little brother to give me the lower half as well, I will be very grateful." This rich lady probably hasn't begged anyone for half her life, and when she said this, she was as small as a mosquito buzzing, and her face turned red with shame.

Zhang Yi saw that the fish had been hooked, so he pushed it over tomorrow.

The next day, Zhang Yi spent a little time brewing the second half of Chen Shimei's version, well, what did he divorce his wife and abandon his children in order to be a concubine, what Yahuan climbed into Chen Shimei's bed, what later slandered Yingying, and what was almost exposed halfway, kneeling and begging Yingying for forgiveness, and then brewed fake evidence and successfully turned the tables.

Anyway, all kinds of dog blood elements and sadistic plots were stuffed into it, and Zhang Yi, who finished writing it in the end, almost vomited, good guy, this is a bucket of poison, who sees who gets hit.

"Hey, everyone writes chicken soup for the soul, but I write about dark cuisine for the soul. Zhang Yi couldn't help but complain to himself.

Zhang Yi was nervous and sent this bucket of dark food to Wan Niang's thinking cell, and he was worried that he would be scolded the next day.

But Zhang Yi finally underestimated the spiritual resistance of the people in this world.

For those who live on the earth drinking disinfectant water, eating various preservatives, and listening to the story of helping the old lady to change from rich and handsome to fishing wire in the moment when he passes by the road, he watches the palace fighting drama, and plays with people, not with people...... Rough nerves and strong tenacity of the mind.

In this world where people talk about loyalty, filial piety, honesty and shame, and praise for brothers, friends and brothers, in order to be for the Venerable, they never deliberately turn over the dark side of the human heart, and they don't know that there is a flower that can be called chrysanthemum.

The poison of this cauldron instantly completely defeated Wan Niang's spiritual defense, telling her that there is something called festival that can be sold for two yuan a catty, and there is a bottom line called the bottom line that is used to break through.

Wan Niang was completely ruined in Zhang Yi's overestimated psychological endurance, she never knew that the darkness of the human heart was the strongest sunlight and difficult to shine, when those things were turned out, they would diffuse a stench more terrible than a corpse, which was a venom that polluted the soul more poisonous than a cobra.

Wan Niang was completely subverted her outlook on life and values, Wang Lang, who used to occupy all her body and mind, somehow, there was a slight crack in his perfect image, she wanted to say loudly to herself that all this is fake, it is impossible, the world will definitely not be like this.

So she closed her heart again, but she no longer had the good memories of the past. It was as if an empty devil had devoured her pleasure and left behind only a ruin of her mind.

So Zhang Yi found that Wanniang changed back to her original appearance at once, no longer saw anyone, rarely went to bask in the sun, and changed back to her previous autistic appearance, unaware that he had broken a person's spiritual world.

Zhang Yi had no choice, thinking that his spiritual chicken soup had failed, so with the attitude of last effort, he silently wrote "Taishang Laojun Says Changqing Jing Sutra" again and sent it to the prison cell of Wan Niang's thoughts.

A few days later, Zhang Yi went to the preaching peak to listen to the lecture without any hindrance, this time, it was a middle-aged monk in a white robe, explaining the help of the determination of pure heart and desire to break through the foundation.

Zhang Yi listened to it with relish in the audience, and unconsciously staged another big scene in Siguofeng.

"Wan Niang, I am only one step away from the Jindan period, but because I miss you day and night, I finally can't enter the Jindan period smoothly, can you write a letter to your ancestor of the family, and exchange your place in the family for the meditation pill to me?"

The thin Wan Niang watched all this quietly, as if her face was happy, and as if her heart was cold, with a trace of the mountain alliance or achievable expectations, and with the clarity of seeing through human greed and insatiable desires.

In the end, the head of green silk turned into snow, and the previous things were cut off with one sword.

All love will be, impermanence is rare for a long time, life is fearful, life is in danger of morning dew, from love to worry, from love to fear, if separated from the beloved, worry-free and fearless.