Zhiping has always wanted to avenge Yuan Qi, and his revenge is not dead. When night falls, gather a group of brothers and go to Fengdu to break into the Seven Brakes Lotus Array. At first, it was very smooth, but when I broke into the formation, I was surrounded by a group of people on the edge of the cliff, and the dead bodies stood behind them in rows. These brothers behind Lu Zhiping said: "Lu Zhiping, what do you see behind them?" ”

"Dead bodies."

"Looks like we're really going to die here."

"If you don't have to do it, you better go down and accompany your master," said someone in the night sky, and his voice was so loud that it echoed through the valley.

"Wushan, Yunnan, what kind of hero are you, if you are brave enough, you will come out and pick with us."

Then there was no echo in the night sky, and a group of people slowly approached around Lu Zhiping and the others, and the spears in their hands stabbed down. Behind Lu Zhiping and them, a long sword was slanted down and provoked, and he kicked it with a flying kick. Yuan Qi flew out of the air sideways, kicked a few times in the chest, flew out, squatted down and stretched out, the long sword slanted down, and the "bell" swayed up a few times, and then the long sword turned and pointed out that the tip of the sword crossed the fingers of these people, and the blood flowed down and the spear fell to the ground. The long sword in Yuan Qi's hand was withdrawn and turned to face Lu Zhiping.

Lu Zhiping was very surprised and said, "Master." ”

"You're waiting for me here."

The long sword is held upside down behind him, and he flies down into the array, which is a plum blossom pile, and the surrounding area is spread out like lotus petals, Yuan Qi flies into the plum blossom pile, and the Yuan Qi is wrapped in it, constantly rotating, and the gap in each package is like ten thousand arrows in unison, shooting in all directions. The sword in Yuan Qi's hand spun out, then turned down and stepped on the stake with one foot, and the other foot rose, the long sword pointed out that the "bell bell" blocked the flying arrow to the ground, and flew in the air The long sword swung out, cut the lotus flower and flew out of this lotus array, standing in front of the spiritual platform.

"Yuan Qi, I knew that you didn't die, and if you died, I would have no opponent in this world."

"You're too confident, I'm going to let you lose today."

"Okay," grabbed a handful of glutinous rice and sprinkled it out, the peach wood sword swayed out, the candlelight on both sides was bright or dark, one finger pointed to the small coffin on the altar, the fingertip bit the blood to open the lid of the hall and point it on the heavenly spirit cover, the scarecrow in the coffin stood up, and then a corpse appeared in front of Yuan Qi, the facial skin was rotten, only two eyeballs were protruding, the dead body quickly approached Yuan Qi, the long sword in Yuan Qi's hand sharpened iron like clay, cut off the head and its limbs, and fell down into a puddle of corpse water. At this time, the sky was cloudy, the lightning cut through the thick clouds, the thunder thundered down, a lightning split the spiritual platform in front of Wushan in Yunnan, at this time the Wushan Pass in Yunnan spit blood and fell, stunned by the lightning and its thunder.

"Yunnan Wushan, you do all kinds of evil, the sky is angry and resentful, I won't kill you, let the heavens punish you," after speaking, he turned around and left, and then the police car appeared in the dark, escorted Yunnan Wushan into the police car, and disappeared into the night.

On the weekend, Yuan Qi and Su Ling are about to get married, and the lovers finally come together after ups and downs. When night fell, Yuan Qi posted a message on the Internet, and a netizen replied to the message a few days later, one of the messages said, "According to the historical records, Qin General Bai Qi only removed Gongzi Qi's tomb, and Princess Ling's tomb is still in this Suishan Mountain. Yuan Qi found Professor Yang again, and Professor Yang applied for the approval of the state to move Princess Ling's body into Gongzi Qi's tomb, and the lovers who had been separated for thousands of years finally slept together. Yuan Qi took Su Ling's hand and stood in front of Gongziqi's coffin, and the spiritual fire turned into two butterflies and landed on Gongziqi's coffin.

Three days later, Yuan Qi and Su Ling walked into the marriage hall, and the two exchanged rings to face the host.

"Yuan Qi, if in front of you, your wife is Lao Zhuhuang, are you still willing to be with her forever?"

Yuan Qi faced Su Ling beside him, wearing a white wedding dress, very beautiful, so he smiled and said, "I am willing." ”

"Su Ling, if your husband is in front of you, his family is in the middle of the road, and his life is in ruins, are you still willing to be with him forever?"

Su Ling stood next to Yuan Qi, looked at Yuan Qi, and said with a smile: "I am willing." ”

"They join hands through thick and thin, experiencing the joys and sorrows of love, let us bless the couple with warm applause, and wish them eternal happiness."

Yuan Qi drove a jeep, crossed the mountains and mountains, entered the territory of Wuyue, climbed Huiji Mountain, and met with friends in Lanting. Yonghe is nine years old, and he is ugly. In the twilight of spring, it will be in the Orchid Pavilion of Huiji Mountain Sound, and the cultivation is also. The group of sages is complete, the little long and salty gathering, there are lofty mountains and mountains here, the dense forest cultivates bamboo, and there are clear streams and turbulences, the reflection belt is left and right, it is regarded as the flow of the winding water, and the column sits second. Although there is no silk bamboo orchestra, a song is enough to tell the romance.

"Qi, you are Wang Xizhi's Lanting Collection Preface," Yuan Qi sat in front of the stone table in the pavilion, and Su Ling sat next to him, smiling. Xizi looked at Su Ling next to Yuan Qi and said, "I heard that my sister-in-law is brilliant, so it's better to ask us a few songs." ”

"I don't write poems, I only comment," Su Ling said and faced Yuan Qi.

At this time, Xizi stood up, facing the mountains and flowing water outside the Lanting, and casually spoke.

Imagine returning to the Etoke Banner, the steppe where the lights do not appear; Imagine the night when you only see the Big Dipper, lonely and melancholy.

Imagine a shepherd accompanied by a lonely shadow, a salary of six hundred and one months, an ambiguous life experience, and only the sadness of leaving his homeland.

Imagine the moon hanging in the sky, gazing at the next city, saying hello to unknown mountain roads.

Imagine a lonely journey, imagine never turning your head and go straight forward, imagine going back seven years.

Imagine the west wind howling for thousands of miles, and the zombie battlefield; Imagine wandering the streets, chanting for the tragedy of stupidity.

Imagine being born an orphan, imagining that you have no worries.

Imagine not knowing what it's like to be lonely, deep mountains and wild forests grow with trees.

Imagination, eternal imagination, the road, the road under your feet. ——Choose a friend Xizi's poetry collection "Xizi"

"Good poems, good poems, I'm sorry, I'm a rough person, I recently read a poem that was written well, so I'll take advantage of this interest to write one," Lu Zhiping stood up, facing Xizi and Yuan Qi.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain and zero bells did not complain. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day. - "Mulan Ci"

"Mulan, that's good," Xizi and the others sat aside and said with a smile.

"Hehe, in front of the master, I am also the class to get the axe, the real poet is here," Lu Zhiping said as he looked at Yuan Qi behind him and smiled.

"You're poor."

"Qi, let's have a song to help the fun," Yuan Qi poured ink under the instigation of everyone and wrote "Red Lotus Temple on the Buddha's Liberation of the Dust".

Gu Hongyan is sad, and the flowers are crippled by the rain. The autumn water has no intention of breaking the red lotus, and the birds and forests cry and the sunset fails. Wen Jun is not clear when he is worried, and he drinks bitter wine and loses his intestines. The ancient moon on the willow is abandoned, and the thousand-foot Luoshui Moon Palace is cold. Living alone in the deep courtyard is unique in the world, regardless of the sadness of the world.

Sichuan Shi complained of common feelings at first sight, and Songhua was the title of Ming Kangjian. Tiger City is not common, and the long night is sleepless and looking forward to reunion. is the same as the end of the world, rejecting me for thousands of miles and being speechless.

The thousand-year-old temple has a thousand meanings, how to think about it differently? The evening drum and evening bell are bright and the fire is bright, and the cold river is white. Linjiang looks at the deep mountain temple across the river, and the high-rise buildings and green mountains overlook each other in the distance. Looking for monks to solve hardships and break the dust, it is not difficult to cross the river on the difficult road. The tea is light and elegant, and the bitter days go to the water more. Living alone in the deep temple is far beyond the meaning, raising a glass to the moon and saying affectionately.

Wen Jun knows my intentions when he is sorrowful, and he does not wake up drunk with sadness. The world is hot and cold, and the old things are not sued. There is always a cure for the mutilated self, and the dark corners of the eyes are full of tears. What does self-improvement and bitter cold have to do? Wipe away tears and stab and accumulate resentment. The world is not seen, and I sigh to myself in the eventful days. I don't know the joys and sorrows, the wind and rain, and the cold windows for several nights are difficult to know. The thunder is shocking, and the rain is new and painful. Don't you know that you are sad and miserable, how do you want to talk about it? It should not be thousands of miles away from me, and it is difficult to find a soulmate in my life. It's hard to say that you shouldn't ask each other, and I know that I have closed my door by mistake. The old times are sad and the old days are old, and they don't talk about the old things and talk about the new.

The Buddha's pursuit of compassion is a bitter work, and the hardships are difficult for people to become immortals. Things are often talked about, and the knot in my heart has been solved to seek the fate of the earth. Wangjun knows the meaning and is reasonable, and the open load is calm.

It was late at night, Yuan Qi sat alone in front of the desk, holding a brush and dipping it in ink, writing the second part of "Qiyuanlu", and then closing the notebook.