The sword returns to the east, the white dew and maple are cracked, and the shadow is vertical and horizontal;

Asking the law is like a dream, making it like a tube, the environment is novel, and the joys and sorrows are all fate.

The devil is not different, the right is not the devil, who will judge the merits of the thousand autumns?

Abandon the butcher's knife, spend money under the moon, and the mandarin duck is idle.

The beauty of the moon companion is greedy for wine, and she is shocked to know whether she is getting older or not!

The west wind and cold moon will hurt lovesickness, and the sunrise in the east will still be lovesick.

Former friends, in heaven and earth, are helpless and unimaginable.

Sycamore wood, laughing at the gods and ghosts, can you sleep peacefully?

-- Send the spring of Qinyuan

(Excerpt from "Flower Moon Collection-Appreciation and Research of Mutian Emperor's Poems", written by Tong Yao, Taixu Publishing House, Seventh Edition of the Naked Yang Era)

Above the blue sky of the Wutong Continent, the ethereal space was blocked by some very faint interstellar dust clouds, which were like dark clouds floating in the night sea of the universe, and cultivators with powerful divine sense could not detect a thing or two.

When Tianji took a lot of effort to direct his heavenly power at the cloud of dust, most of his power was absorbed by that strange thing, and from the reflected breath, it can be inferred that this thing is composed of the basic element water.

"Strange...... In the gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, the last thing that should appear is water......" Linghu Qianji, who was beside him, said suspiciously.

This piece of dust obscured a square continent millions of miles away from them. The continent was twenty times longer and fifty times heavier, and now it had left its place and drifted away.

If it had a memory, it wouldn't be able to recall its childhood, it was born half a million years ago, and its mother was a giant continent in its early years.

The ancestor of this giant continent was an angry wrath from the Heavenly Immortal King of the Heart of the Galaxy.

The Immortal King was furious that time, and with a wave of his big hand, the Milky Way shook!

Somewhere on the outermost part of the cantilever arm of the galaxy west was the most severely attacked, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi gradually disintegrated and was reborn under the immortal wrath. In the end, something called the immortal rule attracts and condenses each other.

Then it rained here for 20,000 years.

In the center of the air mass condensed by the Yuan Spirit Rain, the pure Yuan Spirit Qi rubbed and squeezed each other, gradually forming a milky white cyclone—Chaos.

After 20,000 years, the restless chaos passed through its childhood and entered a confused youth.

Its childhood-believing body gradually took on a fixed shape as the years passed, and its power of warmth and pathos, in the long-term confrontation with the power of the fairy king, gradually weakened, but it was still very strong.

Now, it is calm, with a little starlight on its surface, and in the cold night sky at the outermost end of the Milky Way West Cantilever, there is a calm bright spot unconsciously.

No one will pay attention to the glowing light.

If you look closely, the surface of the chaos seems to have condensed a dense and hard substance, as majestic as armor.

Another 10 million years have passed, and Chaos has encountered the biggest crisis in its life, the two breaths in its body are no longer like glue, and it often fights because of some trivial things, it is very distressed and helpless.

Because it has to deal with the majestic immortal power that fills the heavens and the earth every day, and it is too busy to take care of itself.

On this day, its body suddenly roared with a terrifying scream, and the scorching flames sprinkled into the sky like a monstrous wave, and unimaginable power rushed out, and the chaos looked at the galaxy heart in despair, and its heart was extremely sad:

"Lonely in the sea of stars, where is the return ......"

Chaos is extinguished and two are born!

The two qi of the Yuan Spirit have been entangled for hundreds of millions of years, and there is no winner or loser.

As a result of their struggle, hundreds of millions of miles of flames were burning, and the elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth appeared in the ashes of their power, and under the powerful distortion of the rules of heaven and earth, they twisted into several pure tornadoes that raged in the space, and the night without moonlight was always unavoidable.

Liangyi was tired, and then dissipated between heaven and earth.

An azure sphere gradually coalesced on the ruins.

The dispute between the two instruments, which lasted for 500 million years, shook hands and made peace in the most peaceful way, softening the remaining strength in one place.

The warm sun is now, and the cold moon is rising.

Ten million years later, a primordial flew from the heart of the galaxy, passed by the blue planet, suffered abdominal pain, and fell into a, and a few seeds and two ants with still breath became the primordial life here.

Subsequently, there were many lives here one after another, and even an extremely great civilization appeared.

They took a different path, abandoning the search for themselves and arming themselves with powerful external forces, which they called science, and life there was called a scientist to those who held the rules.

In this way, these beings successively marked nearly 70,000 suns on the star chart.

Ambitious, they sent a large army to the heart of the galaxy, and before they set out, it seemed that the sky was falling.

When they returned, the remnants of the army were defeated, and it was heartbreaking, and it was the most difficult to rest......

"We're going in the wrong direction...... You should not give up on exploring yourself. The general said leisurely.

Then, the Azure Planet was torn apart and another great exploration began.

Tianjizi shook his head suspiciously, looking at the gray in front of him, "Where there is water, there are living beings, maybe there was life here before ancient times......"

Linghu Qianjie looked into the distance blankly: "This thing suddenly appeared here, cutting us off from the barbarian land, how can this be a good ......?"

Tianjizi was troubled in his heart, and he hammered the dust in front of him!

Clang~!

"What is this?" Fox Qianji curiously picked up the whole body of black gold from the ground and looked at it carefully.

The two stared at each other in shock.

There were four big words written on it: 90 look

Mole ant locust!

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Autumn is cool in October, the south is bitterly cold, and the grass is declining.

A group of people and horses slowly traveled eastward along the Hukou Mountains on the border of the barren territory.

Directly ahead, it was the pig-riding boy Tongmu, at this moment, he was not only riding a pig, but also making hot pot.

The red clay small stove, the charcoal burns very strongly, and the copper hot pot must be eaten in late autumn, which is the custom of the Southern Wilderness.

It is said that this thing has been popular in southern Xinjiang since the early years of the Wutong era.

Eating hot pot shabu-shabu, there is no shortage of records in ancient books.

Hot beef and mutton, hairy tripe, spinach, tofu, and the broth is lightly simmered, and the taste is extraordinary.

The best thing is that there is still a fresh fish that Gu Hongyi just caught in the Guanghan River today.

The ghost slashes with his hands and feet, washes it, smears it with a thin layer of salt, and then enters the water, fragrant and fragrant.

Teenagers live comfortably.

As the saying goes, your happiness, my sin.

But seeing Cuihua humming and slowly moving forward, with a hot pot on her head, she didn't seem to be very satisfied with what this younger brother had done.

A month ago, the other party found himself with a lot of fruits, put a fruit basket on top of his head, and said that the fruit basket does not fall for a day, but it can be eaten as much as possible, thinking that it is to let it put hot pot on its head today.

The mountains are far away at dusk, and the white houses are poor in the cold weather.

Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a snowy night.

The first snow in the Southern Wilderness seems to have come earlier than ever.

The south wind is howling, the snow is fluttering, and there is a person in the snow, walking with songs.

Reaching out to touch the edge of my sister's face, the dark clouds flew for half a day. Reaching out to touch the front of my sister's head, the heavenly court is full and addictive. Reach out and touch my sister's little eyes, black and black eyes are white and white......"

"Enough!

Wu Qiu shouted angrily.

"Huh?!" Tong Mu was a little surprised to feel the terrifying aura of the black tree behind him, and said with a wry smile: "It's not good? This is my latest masterpiece "Eighteen Fu"!"

"Shut up, it's hard to hear!" Wu Qiu continued.

"That'...... Do you eat fish balls or thick noodles?" Kirimu picked up a piece of sparkling fish meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and muttered.

"Cuihua, sauerkraut!" Wu Qiao ignored Tong Mu and chatted directly with the black pig.

"Huh~?" the black pig bully looked dazed.

"It's the one on your right front hoof!" Wu Qiu said softly.

"Hmph~"

Cuihua's right front hoof was lightly hooked, and the yellow and white ball flew out of the pocket and flew straight to the small stove.

Half a year ago, Niu Gongzi became famous. The limelight vaguely overshadowed the peerless talents in the Yingxia Thatched Cottage, so he brought a ghost and phantom, saying that he was waiting for her to rob his daughter-in-law to play.

Tong Mu came to the Gu family's courtyard, the Gu family was extremely crowded at the moment, and Gu Jingtang had been waiting for a long time.

The Gu family is above Yingxia, and there are more than seven Jiazi, and Gu Jingtang, the head of this generation, is a character who makes the entire Southern Wilderness tremble when he speaks.

And Gu Hongyi, this is a character that will make this old man tremble.

"Squeeze it, you're about to step on my head!" said one of the onlookers dissatisfied.

Earlier, the butter dog let out a bold statement that he wanted to compete with Gu Jingtang, who was the world's best chess skill in Jiazi Dao Yongzheng, with supreme talent, and the bet was Gu Hongyi.

Previously, this Gu Jingtang had already been the world's chess B!

In fact, it has been more than 100 years since the white-clothed demon died violently, but he still calls himself Qiyi.

Gu Jingtang doesn't have him, even if he plays chess, it's okay.

This is the world's pertinent evaluation of him.

Outside the courtyard, one person and one pig came late, indifferently separated the flow of people, and the audience in the back row tiptoed to see that it was Niu Xianshi shaking his head, falling from the pig, picking up the ladder, and boarding the eternal incomprehensible chess table under Gu Yuan Yongbu.

Compared with the legendary nine-fold bird platform that detains the three realms of the world, Yongzheng Terrace in Yingxia Sky is really like a child's childhood fun place, and it can't withstand the few suddenness of Niu Gongzi's dragon and tiger steps.

Every time Gu Jingtang stood here and looked down at the courtyard, he felt a little regretful. As the fifth-generation descendant of the chess armor, he has a good reputation, but the harvest from the relics of the ancestors is not as subtle as the late demon sect leader Yuexia listened to the wind and had an epiphany.

This made him very depressed, and besides, the demon had died violently in front of the two jiazi, and so far, the second name in the world has lingered like a ghost.

What made him even more annoyed was that none of his uncompetitive disciples could survive the number of fifty hands when they played against the arrogant young man in front of him, and he was ridiculed by the other party and said:

"Yuan Yong, Yazhenghou, chess players in the world, all famous!"

This Yongzheng chess game is the painstaking work of the ancestors and Yazheng Gaoshi, and it is not allowed to be blasphemed.

Gu Jingtang guessed the identity of the other party angrily, but he couldn't tell which kind of immortal this little ghost was. So he didn't dare to act rashly, and he didn't want the other party to use cracking the eternal endgame as bait to lead him to bet on his daughter who was more precious than his life.

Of course, the stakes are not small for this stinky boy. If defeated, he will be a slave for thirteen years.

Tong Mu originally walked forward with a smile, and when he saw the chess game, his face suddenly turned pale, and he exclaimed:

But when I saw such a chess player, I felt that it was not in vain that I took this as a way, and after ten thousand years, like the deceased, the two of them were still sitting in front of the chessboard. ”