It is antique, and you can even smell a faint agarwood. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Look again, isn't everything around here made of agarwood?

Optimus Pillars, Panlong depicting phoenixes, temples and pavilions, cornices and walls, even small bridges and flowing water, dead trees and old vines......

A thick and heavy breath came, no one had been here for too long, and it was so long that people forgot the time......

This is a ** world, not affected by the aurora and the wild land, it is as warm as spring, and the falling moon even feels that the wind blowing is sweet, which is the sweetness of spring.

It's a beautiful place, but the moon doesn't feel the flow of energy.

On the same day, Mizusawa Fenghua said that when opening a new space, there will be huge energy, which is exactly the place that has always attracted the falling moon, and now that he comes in, it is not the same as what he thought in his heart, and the falling moon is a little disappointed.

Continuing to walk forward, it seems that the temperature is much hotter, and the surrounding flowers are blooming thickly, one by one, stretching out in the direction of the sun, trying to grow.

The lines of those flower paths, if you look closely, are also the lines of agarwood, and the surrounding pavilions and empty song platforms are also carved from agarwood.

No matter who it is, this person must be an agarwood fan.

In the middle of summer, the shadows are stretched short and intense. The sun is white. Silence all around.

Farther on, a chill brushed across my cheeks, a few yellow leaves sparsely fell from the trees, and when I looked up at the almost bare trunks, and the golden, yellow, or orange leaves, I knew that it was autumn.

Passing through autumn, the last season is winter.

The surrounding area was already covered with snow, covered in silver, and white.

Looking back, I have walked through the four seasons of the year in half an hour. A sense of time flies and rushes across the heart of the falling moon, and there is even a trace of sentimentality in the heart.

She didn't know why it gave people the four seasons of the year.

Crossing the threshold of winter, the door is completely closed.

The surroundings are back to normal, and there is no Peugeot that belongs to any season, such as spring flowers, autumn leaves, snow, summer sun, all of them.

Luoyue saw a trace of white on the ground, walked along it, and gradually heard the sound of jingle bells, which was the sound she wanted to hear, and hurried over, surprised......

It turned out that it was not a silver thread, but the white hair and beard of the old man, which were so long, so straight, and so hard, that Luo Yue was surprised......

The sound of jingle was coming from the elder's hand, he was holding a hammer in one hand and a piece of work in the other, and he was making a sound on the ground, and when he looked up and saw the falling moon coming, there was something strange in his eyes, and then continued to jingle, and the frequency of the action was so fast that it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye, only the incessant sound of casting was heard.

The falling moon watched quietly from the side, without disturbing.

This is the original owner of the Seven Rings, the ringsmith of the Mizusawa family.

After a long time, a joyful sigh came, and the old man put down the hammer, stroked the work with both hands, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Congratulations to the Master, there is a new work." Luoyue said humbly.

In front of him, Luoyue felt a kind of nobility and nobility from the inside out, and also felt his own insignificance and humility. In front of anyone, Luoyue has never felt this way, in short, for him, I want to respect and respect, for no reason.

"No, after seven rings, it's the only piece." The guru looked up and said.

He was surrounded by bits and pieces of agarwood, as well as various metals, all half-formed or half-finished, none of which were complete.

There was a mountain in front of it, all of which were semi-finished products, or discarded products, and the Guru was not satisfied with them and was not finished.

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