"Alright, let's go, please!" Shangguan Yu stretched out his finger to the container on the side, An Mengli walked forward, and in front of him was a special container, Shangguan Yu and An Mengli poured the potion down in turn. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Shangguan Yu and An Mengli paid attention to the situation inside the container, if the general medicine is not carefully observed, as long as it is placed in a special container, there will be obvious fluctuations, but Shangguan Yu and An Mengli's medicine has been put down for two minutes, if there is a reaction, there should have been a reaction, there will be no such situation, is the container broken, Shangguan Yu looked strangely at the two poisons that did not react mixed together. An Mengli felt very strange, but she knew that the container would not be broken, there were only two reasons, one was that the two poisons did not want to go up and down and fused, and the other was that one poison was too domineering to completely suppress the other party, no matter which one it was, it was a rare situation in a thousand years, An Mengli beckoned to the side, and the protector hurriedly ran over!

"Go and ask Elder Li to come over, she can explain this matter." After An Mengli finished speaking, she watched Chunxue run out and invite Elder Li! Shangguan Yu also looked at this scene curiously, just now Shangguan Yu observed for a long time, only to know that it turned out that An Mengli's poison had not yet broken the outer layer of the poison she fused, and this process would take a little time, it is estimated that Elder Li should be able to see that the corners of Shangguan Yu's mouth rose, and he didn't speak, he said that he would return to the basics, so let you see the power of the medicine!

At this time, Chunxue also ran to Elder Li's house and hurriedly knocked on the door! I only heard the sound of Peng Peng smashing the door, but I didn't see Elder Li open the door, I saw the sound of smashing the door getting louder and louder, but still no one opened the door, Chunxue always knew that Elder Li's ears were not good, and I also saw it today, and I experienced a handful of people who had smashed the door of Elder Li's house on weekdays, and I didn't think that I would have to do such a thing today, so I hesitated for a moment, and I was ruthless, Peng's voice, okay, kicked it bad, but why did she have a particularly cool feeling. No matter, when I walked to Elder Li's house, before I entered the living room, I saw Elder Li just walking out from the inside, looking at Chunxue angrily, and that kind of look was interpreted: You kicked the door of my house again! Elder Li roared angrily before he came, and saw Chunxue, who was usually quite steady, pulling her out in a panic.

"Hey, I said you slow down, you can repair the door if it's broken, my old bones can't stand the toss." Although Elder Li shouted to slow down, he also trotted up with his feet. After all, Elder Li also knows about Chunxue, and there is no big deal that will not force this kid to kick the door, it seems that there is something big!

"Elder, something has happened to the fighting poison, it's a big deal, hurry up!" Chunxue hurriedly ran forward, can you not be in a hurry! Such a wonderful fight against poison!

"Okay, okay, you slow down" Elder Li walked as he walked, although it was only a short distance, but he was already out of breath. On the other side, Chunxue was also tired because he shouted loudly to Elder Li, and he had to support Elder Li along the way, and soon his speed slowed down.

What's going on! It turned out that after Chunxue left, the poison in the vessel suddenly became restless, and it was no longer quiet, because fighting poison was very dangerous, like the poison fight between Shangguan Yu and An Mengli, basically now, it seems that it is already very fierce,!

Shangguan Yu and An Mengli watched quietly on the side, because the fused poison was turned on and fell into a state of chaos, so the collision with An Mengli's poison was very powerful, like boiling water, boiling! , in the eyes of others, it is more like two tigers roaring, roaring, demonstrating! Finally together! No one made a sound, and the beaters quietly watched the two people's poison fight again, churning in the turbulence, and in the end, a loser would appear, blending into the winner's body, showing another poison! It's not just the poison that is boiling, but also people, how long has it been since I've seen such a violent impact of poison, it's not that the poison is boiling, everyone's heart is dead and nervous! Look at the bustle outside the door, and look at the poison inside the door! Of course, these laymen refer to Fang Xuyang's group of people, let them stare at the poison for two hours like Miao people, they can't stand it, and they all want to know if Shangguan Yu will win!

"Fang Xu, when do you say that these two kinds of poison will be finished, I don't see any difference!" Han Zhaoyu looked at Fang Xu and said depressedly! Even Li Xin nodded behind him and said, it's very uncomfortable, okay!

"I don't know, but I'm not too nervous! It should win! Fang Xu didn't understand either, but he always believed in Yu'er. Yang Lao listened to it and said with a smile!

"If it weren't for Shangguan Yu in the competition, I would have thought that this group of people was stupid, what's so fun staring at this vicious fight!" Yang Lao said with a yawn next to him!

"Yang Lao"

Putting on a green military uniform and stepping on the roaring train of time and space, a group of 18-year-old young people came to the military camp at the foot of Taihang Mountain, they are my comrades-in-arms. Strangeness is curiosity, longing is hope.

Open the honor room of the company, the four big characters of "Hero Fourth Company", the blood is surging, this is the first day of recruits.

The trumpet sounded, and the warriors killed the enemy bravely, fearless of life and death. On the battlefield filled with gunsmoke stands the immortal military spirit.

Winter here is cold, and the hot breath exhaled by the warriors, retreating back, forms frost on the lips. Everything around is quiet, as if the world is meant to be quiet. After standing for more than 2 hours, the feet and the earth have become one, which is loyalty and the entrustment of the old folks. With a "all of you, rest -----", the fighters warmed each other and encouraged each other, without hearing any broken words, and they looked forward to the training below.

Tactics are a necessary training subject for infantry, and they can be seen on the way to eat, on the concrete floor in front of the dormitory, and in the rocky depressions under the mountain. There are no weak people here, and records are broken again and again. The dust on their faces became their most beautiful attire, and the fatigue and scars on their bodies witnessed the sincere military salute. Whenever the Spring Festival firecrackers go off, they have only one wish: "I wish my mother a long and healthy life, my father, my fellow villagers, and my mother, and my motherland prosperous." At that moment, they were working hard to develop the ability to kill the enemy for this wish.

The seaside in summer can't stop the intrusion of dog days, and the heat is breathless. For the same task, the comrades-in-arms launched a fierce confrontation on the simulated battlefield. On that day, the chief saw his comrades-in-arms who were covered in wetness and said, "Comrades have worked hard! This sentence made the comrades-in-arms have no regrets. Standing on the seashore, with immature faces and answers of "serving the people", anyone will think of the battle against the flood in 98. In this way, with the entrustment of serving the people, he embarked on the road to the north.

The season has come to winter, the confrontation is becoming more and more fierce, the cold of winter has faded early, and the comrades-in-arms have already been covered by heavy snow. The signal to attack never appeared, and many comrades-in-arms were about to fall asleep due to cold and fatigue. In my consciousness, my mother and my hometown are surrounded by my fathers and villagers, waiting for your good news and medals; At the moment when his father and mother sent their son to serve as a soldier on the train platform, the comrades-in-arms slowly opened their eyes and endured the biting cold. Suddenly, a signal flare with everything rose into the sky, and the comrades-in-arms were killing everywhere, marching towards victory for the same goal of "defending the homeland and defending the country------

There are many stories of comrades-in-arms, and short words do not represent anything, but I hope that my comrades-in-arms will be like eagles flying in the sky no matter when and where they are-------

Ten years is a long and not long time. In the past ten years, many stories have quietly passed away and degenerated into after-dinner conversations. Ten years have passed, and I am no longer a returnee, but a passerby. I buried the story of ten years in my heart and expanded it into an inscription for the ages. Ten years, life and death in an instant. Ten years, red sleeves add fragrance.

I have always insisted on being a gentle person, even if there is a tiger in my heart, I must also have the delicacy of smelling roses. Ten years ago, when the peach blossoms rained that night, I began to stand by and end the world. I looked back through the red dust, that year, you and I were still slender teenagers, laughing in the dust. I drink wine and blood, and you give birth to lotus. I walked through the sound of the soldiers, into the picturesque south of the Yangtze River, the red sleeves are like poetry, just like you and I were moist back then. Ten years have been silent, life and death have lived up to the year, and the red sleeves have been overnight.

After ten years of Jiangnan dream, the red scarf has green sleeves and waist slim. Before the lights of the 24th Bridge are finished, my heart will not die. The riverside peony is still, in this fat pink dust, I still remember your indifferent face. The sound of the flute on the bank of the Qinhuai River is clear and pleasant, and the music played by the jade people is still drunk. Fireworks in March, I have a book of poetry and exile fate. Ten years of wind and rain, red sleeves add fragrance, I have long forgotten the change of years. If time is not old, I would rather bury my bones in the world. Ten years, the memories of you and me have long been strange. However, I have not forgotten for many years, the red sleeves of that year's ink, and the leisurely fragrance of books that year. The dream of the Qinglou is good, and it is full of affection. I have been dreaming for ten years, and I have handed over my life to Qinghuan. It's rare to be confused, and I'm drunk in the confusion of the red sleeves in front of me. After ten years of sleep, I woke up and woke up. Ten miles of Yangzhou, three lives Du Mu, the past is not said. I am drunk in Jiangnan, drunk in Du Mu's Jiangnan. However, here, his Jiangnan has long since ceased to be a spring and autumn. I am drunk in the south of the Yangtze River, drunk in the red sleeves of ten years like brocade, this is the fate that I can't escape from you. Me and you, just like a chance look back in the vast sea of people, met on a gentle moonlit night. For ten years, I was in a dream. Rolling red dust, prosperous as water, all empty dreams. I'm like this, half drunk and half awake. And you, always with me. Ten years of life and death, red sleeves add fragrance. With you, elegance never stops.

Dianche Luopa, where they meet, has their own dark dust with the horse. I vaguely remember when I met you, I was drunk with turbid wine in my hand. At a glance, he was attached for many years. Time is always awkward, one life is too long, one side is too short. Decide to change too long for too short, and only in the moment of flashing. I didn't have time to shout about the encounter, so I hid into the knot that has not been solved for ten years. As everyone knows, fate will never be too decisive. Between the half-dreams and half-awakenings of the years, we had an encounter and wrote a book that has not been light for ten years. Time treats me well, ten years of day and night, the red sleeves accompany the left, planting the cause and effect of this life and this life for me. The spring grass is not green, and the drizzle is in the south of the Yangtze River. In these years of longing for my heart, with you by my side, I have long forgotten my life.

For more than ten years, three thousand years, we have lived and died. Drunk life and dreams of death, poems and books are affectionate, I am ten years and one day, holding a wolf's hair, writing a song of a thousand years of death. You are my red sleeves, frozen for my madness. I have stirred up the dust of the world and played thousands of miles of fireworks. And you, but you are willing to be my poetry and book, red sleeves, to add fragrance to my stop. You are my soul, and in this life, I want to live only for you. It took me a moment to go through ten years of wind and rain before I suddenly woke up to the fact that what fascinated me was your gentleness all the time. In these red dust years, I am not Du Mu who was lucky in the Qinglou back then, and you are not a beautiful girl dancing in the palm of your hand. I am just me, and you are just you. We are just an encounter in time and space, giving each other an unforgettable attachment. Ten years of life and death, with you by your side, the story of red sleeves adding fragrance has been interpreted into an ageless legend in intoxication.

A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes. Ten years, we are slowly aging, from red face to twilight, from green silk to white hair. I'm here, and you're always there. In this life, if I have red sleeves like you, I will have no regrets. Ten years of dreams, I have gone through the gratuitous tricks of the years. Along the way, I have met a lot of people and a lot of things. In the blink of an eye, the sea of people rises and falls, and it has long been a scenery of things and people. Only you, buried in the loess, do not change your original intention, still stay in my scrolls, and make red sleeves that add fragrance to my life. In this life, if I can't go to the Yellow Spring with you, I will hate the sky. You are my red sleeves, I love you, no matter how slender your waist is, no matter how many years of fireworks. I love you, in this lifeless years.

The falling flowers exhausted the hero's dream, the green plum boiled wine, and the mulberry hemp was talked about. I want to take you through every city you fall in love with, and to wash the bitterness of ten years. I want to simply fall in love with you, without fine clothes and food, rich and rich. You are the red sleeve who writes poems and lyrics with me, I want to stop for you, I want to lose all your dreams for you. I want to promise you every day and every year, and I want you to smoke and rain in the world. We've been going through a few decades again, and overnight. I love you, in this abyss of love and calamity; I love you, in the ten years when the book of poetry has been written.

A song of participating in business is getting warmer, and it is in vain to look at the wind and moon. My life and death in the past ten years are like life, and you dance the light veil and linger with me. The years are short, and the ten years are the same, but the palace merchants are the same. The floating life is exhausted, and I dye the blue sky with my pulse. Drunk in the collection of books, I like ink to make the morning, but always in the dream to watch a thousand sounds. A glass of turbid wine gave me memories that have endured for years to come. And you, but you accompanied me to escape death in the desolation of love. The sun and the moon are full, and the plums are chaotic, and it takes ten years to do it. From the rising sun to the setting moon and the sinking stars, you and I are all obsessed with life and death. I am a lost person in the love of poetry and books, a mellow beauty, and I can rest in peace for a while. I fell in the red lips of fireworks, and you, as always, accompany my poetry and book feelings. If I am as firm as you, how can I fail to do so?

A dream of red dust is a long road, and life and death are ups and downs. I look at the end of the world, and I am confused in three ways. In this life, if you are here, I will be free from justice. I'm obsessed with life, I want to work cardamom, and I dream of a good green building. And you, always behind me, playing the piano melodiously. I love you, no matter how far the abyss is, no matter how much it will be doomed. A song that is heartfelt for ten years, and a song that has passed away for eternity. I'm the guardian you won't change, and you're the enchanting I don't want to be scattered. I have you, and I will sit on the mountains and rivers. Ten years with you, happiness, in a piece of paper. This article is from Weaving Dreams

Ten years of life and death, red sleeves add fragrance. I will live up to my years in this life for you. I buried the story of ten years in my heart and expanded it into an inscription for the ages. Ten years, I am a passer-by, but also a returnee.

Ten years of life and death, the years are vast; The red sleeves add fragrance, and you will never forget it in this life. (To be continued.) )