The whole country fell into a frenzy of grabbing, and Xiaoyao Medicine was once in short supply and was secretly stepping up manufacturing, but there were so many pills given by Zhang Xiaoyao, after special treatment and dilution, there would be no out-of-stock situation in the short term.

After a week of sales, all the people who felt the real effect were praised, after interviews and reports, Xiaoyao Medicine once became a leading pharmaceutical company in China, and has been in the first place under the expectations and praise of the people, defeating many old brands of pharmaceutical companies, because it is a state-owned company, so no one dares to make any moths.

"I'm a graduate student, I participated in the interview, and I was still eliminated, hey, Xiaoyao Medicine and I didn't have a chance!"

"You're a graduate student, I'm a doctor, and you've been eliminated, so it's time for you to balance!"

"Haha, I'm just a college graduate majoring in traditional Chinese medicine, I didn't expect me to be successful in the interview, oh yes, sure enough, Xiaoyao Medicine is the fairest, don't look at academic qualifications, look at ability!"

"No, I have to go to my dad, my dad is Li Dali, isn't it just a Xiaoyao medicine? Brothers, look at me, I'll go to work tomorrow, fight Dad, I haven't been afraid of anyone!"

After the remarks of these people who have been interviewed in person, the popularity of Xiaoyao Medicine has soared again, and the popularity of Xiaoyao Medicine has continued to rise, and everyone in the society is looking forward to becoming employees of Xiaoyao Medicine.

After Zhang Xiaoyao heard the news, he just smiled with satisfaction. Sure enough, cooperating with the country is the right choice, you don't have to worry about it at all, everything is done quickly and easily.

The lively New Year's atmosphere has arrived, the red Spring Festival couplets, the crackling firecrackers, the fragrant taste of big bones, and the children running around the village are finally celebrating the New Year.

I called Wen Jing's house several times, but I couldn't get through, and I haven't seen him for months, and I miss it very much, I don't know if Wen Jing is okay? In my dream last night, I also dreamed that Wen Jing and I happened to meet in that familiar temple.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I finally gathered in Beiquan Temple again with my old classmates from junior high school, and I really dreamed of seeing Xu Wenjing, who I hadn't seen for months, and it was really a coincidence that I couldn't write a book.

There are too many coincidences in life, in the long river of years, how many déjà vu have flowed away, yesterday's scene is the repetition of today, the dream reminiscence, the encounter at this moment is like waking up from a dream, it turns out that the coincidence is a book, and the book is life.

A lot of thoughts, a lot of sorrow. Walking all the way, talking, laughing, holding hands, how I hope that time will never grow old, youth will never pass away, the red face is on the side, and the hand of the son will grow old with the son.

This time apart, the next goodbye, when will it be? May the good years stay forever, always remember in our hearts, care for each other, and never abandon each other.

Every day in the winter vacation, Zhang Xiaoyao cherishes it extraordinarily, and the appointed time of Tianji Daozun is getting closer and closer, this world still needs to be guarded, and his quiet days are probably not much, in a blink of an eye, it has reached the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month, and the sixteenth will be the day of school.

Empty valleys, jungle wood, frost and rain dew;

deciduous trees, green-leaved bamboos, rural farmhouses;

The heart is like a lake, where to go, the oblique moon skillfully draws an arc;

gravel roads, rubble houses, double red candles;

Send blessings, burn firecrackers, fireworks and waterfalls;

Spring Festival couplets, Lantern Festival, lantern dragon and lion dance;

Morning and evening, morning and twilight, centrifugal and difficult to understand;

Thinking back to thinking, returning to the road, Qingming several constraints;

The heart returns to the heart, the things return to the things, and the thoughts return to nothingness;

Heaven and earth, black birds, what is generosity?

Today we will finally be 18 years old! In three and a half months after the start of school, the college entrance examination will be ushered in, and after the college entrance examination, the high school career will be over.

In the middle of March, the spring breeze is slightly cool, but it is also drizzly, and the plan of the year lies in spring, and it is spring that brings more hope. It seems that the vitality of the whole world is waking up one after another, and everything is also recovering.

???? The spring rain is dashing, the immature willow buds return to the embrace of spring, and the spring breeze is proud, and the spring grass blows away the loneliness of the whole winter.

A few bends of weeping willows are a paradise for birds, a few bushes of spring grass are the foothills of rain and dew, ice melts into water, water droplets into streams, moisturizing things silently.

The spring breeze is swaying, the mountains are high and the water is rising, set sail and fly your dreams.

There is always a touch in my heart, the sincerity that touches the life given, the spring breeze blows, the spring rain baptism, and the life is worthy of life.

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A tree with summer flowers and a tree fragrance, a minute of autumn rain and a point of coolness, a piece of winter snow and a bright, a family of spring water and a hometown.

In summer, autumn, winter and spring, the bond of fate cannot stay;

The change of seasons shakes the cool hearts, sublimates and warms, and the fluctuations of life inherit the ancient legend and never wither.

The meaning of life lies in love: spring sprouts, summer flourishes, autumn does not wither, winter does not decline.

Zhang stood lonely on the top of Xuangui Mountain, looking at everything in front of him, looking at the unchanged blue sky and white clouds, the east-flowing river and the budding new willows.

Is it true that the heavens are not ruthless? Or does the heavens not allow any of the creatures he conceives to disobey the will of heaven? Everything has a fixed number? That's why the seasons change, and the cycle of life and death!

Zhang Xiaoyao shouted angrily from the bottom of his heart: "Hmph, I don't believe in it, I don't believe in it at all, I don't want the way of heaven and the way of nature, this is not my way, my way is eternal, I mean it is the will of heaven." ”

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyao closed his eyes tightly and fell into a peculiar artistic conception, as if he had gone mad and had an epiphany, which was wonderful.

When Zhang Xiaoyao came to his senses, he was already sweating profusely, and he was afraid for a while, he was so dangerous just now, his Dao heart was almost shaken, this is the demon in his heart! Let all the creatures in the world see the changes of the seasons and the cycle of life and death, the more people feel that the will of heaven is inviolable and the destiny of heaven is unpredictable.

What is the will of heaven? The Heavenly Dao Venerable has insight into the heavenly machine, and it should be really painful! The Supreme Dao Venerable Way of Nature should be more able to understand the joys and sorrows of all things! Could it be that ascending to immortality is breaking through the will of heaven? Stepping out of the limits of the Heavenly Dao?

What is it like beyond the sky? Human beings can land on the moon and explore Mars, and this is still within the heavens?

There are no ascending immortals coming to the earth, and there is no record of the Heavenly Dao, so how did the interface of the Dark Continent come about? Is it also the same star field and universe?

Zhang Xiaoyao couldn't figure it all out, so he had to let go first, since he had realized the meaning of life, then he would only cultivate his own eternal way in the future, which was love and protection!

Every time he saw Zhang Qiankun and Master Qingha, who only had the True Spirit Yuan Infant in the space, Zhang Xiaoyao felt guilty, what was the way to let them reshape their physical bodies? How can they live freely in the world? Is all this really possible after they have ascended?

Zhang Qiankun has always been like his brother, although he is the most cheap, but he treats himself sincerely, and is no longer the prayer when he first got the Yin Yang Pearl, and Master Qingha has nothing to say, just like his father, he has no reservations about himself, and he pays wholeheartedly.

Zhang Xiaoyao decided that when the matter of meeting with Tianji Daozun was over, he must find a way to help them as soon as possible. Even if you search the entire earth or space, even if all the Jedi of the Earth's array eyes have to be searched, to see if there are any ancient powerful books. If you really can't do it, then enter the Dark Continent alone from the Kunlun Hell Gate.

Zhang Qiankun's wish has always been to return to the Interface Immortal Continent, which is not known how far away, and this can only be able to carry out interstellar travel after ascending! Master Qingha's greatest wish is to accompany Qingniu's predecessors and Qing'er, but Qingniu's seniors and Qing'er's predecessors have already ......

But the gate of heaven has been opened, is it true that the Qingniu predecessors have already entered the reincarnation and reincarnation? Where is the reincarnation path? Is there really a netherworld path? Is there really a Nine Hell Hells? Where will it be after reincarnation? Does the Heavenly Machine Dao Venerable know?

Zhang Xiaoyao suddenly wanted to see Tianji Dao Venerable as soon as possible, and wanted to ask all this, but the catastrophe was coming, and his cultivation and strength were still far behind, and it was difficult to say whether he could survive the catastrophe, all of which had to be cultivated hard and find more resources.

The Yin Yang Bead Space has a time flow rate, but it does not have enough resources and aura support, if he absorbs the aura in the space, how can Qiankun and Master Qingha maintain it? and they both fall into a deep sleep? Zhang Xiaoyao sighed helplessly!