Seeing the various states of life, Tan Menglan thinks about her own feelings. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

What is joy, born with nothing to be happy about, poor, sick and old, the ambition of a lifetime is gradually consumed, it is joy, but also a momentary joy.

What is mourning, no matter how great the sorrow is, after all, it can't withstand the years, people die and the lights go out, widows remarry, and widowers add ding.

What is fear, the key to life and death, the end of what people fear.

What is love, when I love you, but you don't love me, because you can't ask for it. When you love me and I don't love you, that's what you want. The two are intimate, there is still life and death parting ahead, and there is widowhood.

What is evil, what is yours is mine, mine is still mine, the root of selfishness, the ugliness of human nature.

What anger comes from the evil of others, and where does anger come from without evil, it is still the work of human nature.

What is desire, desire is the root of everything, joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, and evil ultimately come down to one "desire".

Babies are born with "desire", eating, drinking, crying, and making noise, all of which are desires.

Beauty and power are desires, love and hate are desires, evil thoughts in the heart are desires, all things are one, and there is no escape from one desire.

Tan Menglan remembered that from that time, he wanted to thoroughly understand what desire was.

People call me Menglang, Tanlang, and Orchid Gentleman, but **** is the first to cut off for me. If you are like a beautiful flower, how can you be able to live like a flowing year, and none of them will become yellow in the passing years. White hair like snow, pink skeletons, that's all.

I walked into the court of the world, into the center of power. I held the peach blossom in my hand and smiled lightly, waiting for the newlywed bride to come to me. I handed a poor child a string of long-awaited sugar gourds, and I threw a bundle of firewood to an old man who was about to freeze to death.

However, I was still puzzled.

I am ruthless and come and go like a passerby.

More than a hundred years ago, I came to the Southern Regions, to Tianxuanzong, and I heard that there is a mirror here that can reflect the true self.

I didn't feel the need to use another life to prove my path before, but there was no way out in front of me. Throw away the skin of this world and use another person's life to see another world.

Throw a drop of essence blood into the Qiankun Mirror and put your desires into this drop of essence blood. More than thirty years later, the essence of blood returns with a vague memory.

After leaving Tianxuanzong, I went to a major repair immortal city, the name of this city is very peculiar, it is called "A Thousand Cups Are Not Drunk", which was established by an ancestor who was drunk and asked the question, many, many years ago.

As if it was a cause and effect, I didn't drink a drop of wine, but I fell asleep in a city where I was not drunk with a thousand cups.

This place is so unforgettable, because from this moment on, I was no longer me.

The essence blood retrieved from the Tianxuan Sect and a piece of Yuan Shen memory were merged into my body.

Is this what I'm looking for? Ruthless and loveless, overwhelming desire. I don't know how many women have been experienced, in different forms, sad or happy, delicate or angry, or cold as frost, or pitiful......

The person in my memory is me and not me, lingering on the bed, drunk and seeking pleasure, in order to preach.

There is no memory of the face, but in a trance, I saw a handsome young man, this person is called "Allure" or "Qingchen", "I" actually folded willows to send each other, and bamboo branches show their friendship. The flower that bloomed from the desires of countless women was a man.

The life I have experienced has been so unbearable. The person born of my essence and blood must be my true nature. read all the beauties in the world, however, the last trace of affection was attached to a man.

Could this be my "true self", the true self hidden behind the ruthless and sexless?

I went mad, my mouth spurted blood, my aura wandered, and my heart was full of desires.

Who am I and who am I?

If Zhong Zhen heard Tan Menglan's heart, I am afraid that she would laugh out loud.

From Tan Gongzi's figure and face, she had already vaguely guessed some clues, that's right, it was Elder Deng Demps.

Tan Menglan's tangled "true self" is clearly two different people, he thinks that his essence and blood are just an illusion, and thinks that everything he has experienced is his own consciousness.

In the process of seeking his true self, he suddenly found that his "true self" had been lingering in the bed, and he immediately went crazy.

But he didn't know that the person in the mirror was not an illusion at all, but a real life.

The drop of lust-filled blood that Tan Menglan put into it may have had some influence on Demps, but Demps himself has his own upbringing. In a place where the spirit body cultivates, he carries this trace of essence and blood with lust, and naturally cultivates the desire.

It is a universally recognized principle that a practitioner cultivates only one spirit. Lao Deng did everything he could, searching for any eye-catching woman in the world, whether it was deception or coaxing, in short, it would be in his hands. There is a large group of concubines, if they are together, they will come, and if they are not together, they will be lost.

Desire is not limited to the desires of men and women, but those who practice desires are limited to this, because this path is the easiest.

Demps took what was a pleasant shortcut for him, and spent his centuries happily ever after.

No one knows how he died, but a wisp of Demps's primordial spirit merged into Tan Menglan's body with that drop of essence blood.

In the mutilated memory, countless women are finally fixed on the figure of a young man. It was Murong Qingchen in Demps's memory, and Elder Deng was so angry that he almost fainted. That moment was really unforgettable, because Murong Qingchen was the little shrew Zhong Zhen that he once hated very much.

How can these Tan Menglan know.

thought that his "true self" was not only not lonely at all, but also rolled in the red dust, experienced countless women, and finally hit the idea on the man.

Tan Menglan faced Zhong Zhen's inquiring eyes, and finally sighed deeply, "I'm crazy and can't control myself." But for each of them, I asked them if they were interested in me, and I did not act until they gave them their approval. ”

It's just nonsense, self-deception. Zhong Zhen said angrily: "You are looking for a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl who is not deeply involved in the world, and ask if people love you, do you want to be ashamed?" What do they know, such a big little girl may not even dream that a young monk will have a soft spot for them. Qin Youyou didn't want to do those dirty things with you, but you insisted on not stopping, and you were a bastard. ”

"I know, I can't control myself. Since the day I went mad, I have not been me. ”

Tan Menglan remembered that in the City of Thousand Cups Not Drunk, he walked out of the courtyard in a daze, walked onto the street, and walked towards the first beautiful nun he saw, a nun who had built a foundation.

"Will you come with me?" He remembered asking.

As if turning into another person, Tan Menglan took the nun back to the temporary residence.

The next moment, when he regained consciousness, he saw himself lying with the Tsukiji nun lying together.

It is rumored that Tan Lang Lanjun, who is like a celestial man, lost Yuan Yang so inexplicably, and a female cultivator who doesn't even remember his name. This woman is an evil cultivator, eager to turn his Yuan Yang into his own cultivation, the first time of the Yuan Infant Monk, can it be so easy to absorb, too greedy and fainted, immortal and immortal.

Tan Menglan was so angry that she almost wanted to go crazy, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, sprinkled on the smooth chest of the strange female cultivator, and slapped her to death.

There are one and there are two, and after he spurted blood countless times, he finally had to calm down. For more than 100 years, he did not return to Zhongtianzhou and traveled around the Southern Regions. With the desire to think together, Tan Menglan had to find the female cultivators to avoid something that he didn't even remember.

For example, being given a ...... by a male cultivator (To be continued.) )