After listening to Ah Lang's words, everyone bowed their heads and remained silent, pondering......

Ah Lang looked at everyone, and then gently shook Qianyu's hand, and the two of them instantly turned into the void and disappeared.

"Ah Lang, what's wrong with you?" Qian Yu looked at Ah Lang, who was standing at the top of the clouds, staring at the stars in the night sky.

"Some time ago, I was cultivating to be diligent, and by chance, I saw some things that will happen in the future, some good and some bad. I know it's not going to be good, but I can't change it, because if I do, it's just going to make things worse, worse. You can only watch things happen, and then take advantage of the situation. Unless ......"

"Unless anything, Ah Lang, you say it quickly!" Qian Yu walked over, held Ah Lang's arm tightly, and said eagerly.

"Unless my cultivation reaches the top sequence of the seventh-level species, everything will be in vain. But for me now, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream and wishful thinking. Since ancient times, monks of all levels of species in the universe have dreamed of advancing to the top sequence of seventh-level species, but since ancient times, there is simply no species that can successfully do it, even if the ancestor of our human race, "Heavenly Father and Earth Mother", has been cultivating for hundreds of millions of years, and has gone through countless hardships and hardships, it has only reached the top sequence of sixth-level species. The top sequence of the seventh-level species is the most extreme existence in the entire boundless universe, and any species below him is illusory and all in vain. Ah Lang looked at the stars in the night sky and muttered.

After listening to Ah Lang's words, Qian Yu felt that his head was buzzing, his consciousness was blank, and he almost forgot where he was! The amount of information Ah Lang said tonight was so shocking that no matter who heard it, he would be dumbfounded.

After a long time, Qian Yu came to his senses, looked at Ah Lang, and whispered: "Husband, no matter what bad things happen, I will take responsibility with you! Can you tell me what the bad things are?"

Ah Lang shook his head lightly and did not answer Qianyu. It's just that I still look at the shining moon and the stars in the night sky, and my thoughts are myriad......

Mountains have peaks, the sea has the other side, and life has beautiful scenery.

We used to look up at the stars and weep at the sight of a shooting star.

We watched the sea and regretted that we missed the crashing waves against the reef.

I missed all the thrills and not thrills, but I'm glad I didn't miss you.

Because of you, I have the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

Life is a journey, one step at a time.

Time is too fast, and the pace is too slow;

So there's always a beautiful view that we don't have time to enjoy.

But in the journey of life, there must be a choice and a sacrifice.

If there is greenery in the heart, the eyes are full of spring;

There is no place to live in my heart, and everywhere I go is wandering.

When you like me, I don't like you;

When you fall in love with me, I fall in love with you;

When you left me, I fell in love with you.

Is it that you are walking too fast, or that I can't keep up with you.

We are always looking for dreamy beauty that is out of reach;

But they often ignore the beauty that is within reach around them.

Life does not lack beauty, but lacks the eyes to find beauty;

The scenery is in the eyes, the love is in the heart, don't let love wait too long.

On a light day, hang flowers and trees on the wall;

Lie comfortably at home, quietly enjoy the flowers and listen to the water;

Make the most of this tranquil and warm time.

No more grief for the beauty you missed;

No longer regret and lament for the time missed,

Because the most beautiful scenery is in your heart.

If the heart is beautiful, within three steps, it is a beautiful scenery.

The most beautiful scenery is not in the distance, but in the heart; There is an encounter in the world, not on the road, but in the heart. There is a kind of companionship in the world, not by the side, but in the soul. There is no passing by, but it will leave an instant surprise; There is no need to meet, those eyes are still deep and affectionate; There is no need to look back, that figure is still the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

In this world, there will be such a person, when you think of him, the bottom of your heart will pass through the gentleness of floating clouds, a faint joy, and a faint pain; There will always be a person hidden in your heart, who is the pain that you can never blurt out, silently concerned, and deeply blessed; There will always be a deep affection, integrated into life, can not be parted with, and can not be forgotten!

I steer clear of overly warm friendships when I'm not doing things, which makes me less burdened and committed. I don't say much nonsense, which makes me feel refreshed. I try not to reminisce about the past, because there is no turning back the way I came. I beware of loving others, because comparisons are less overflowing. I cry when I love to cry and laugh when I want to, as long as it comes naturally. I don't want to be profound, I want to be simple.

If you cover your mouth, it will come out of your eyes.

It's unfortunate that language is so powerless when it comes to expressing love; When it comes to expressing harm, it's so sharp.

Everyone will not forget that person for a while, in life, there are many passers-by around us, some may have left a good impression on you, some are just a meeting in the water, and some are rooted in your heart.

Trust is like a piece of paper, wrinkled, even if it is smoothed, it will not be restored to its original state! Don't deceive others, because the people you can deceive are the ones who believe in you.

The happiness on the face can be seen by others, but who can feel the pain in the heart? When you are really angry, you don't cry or make trouble, but you just sit quietly and don't speak.

As the years go by, we all have our own lives, and we may not think of each other for a long time, but we all have to remember the good old days.

Some people will slowly fade out of your world, slowly blur in your memory......

reluctant to hurt others, always forgive with a smile; I don't care about feeling sorry for myself, and I always support it with tears.

The person who can't forget himself hurts the most, and he understands the love he can't let go of best.

There are always some people who don't want to forget, but can't; There is always some love, not that I don't want to let go, but I can't let go.

When someone loves, the hustle and bustle. When no one is loved, lonely. Many days passed in an alternating cycle of hustle and bustle. It's over, it's over, just like a butterfly can't fly in the sea, the so-called joy is infinite, but it is full of sorrow, and the so-called love is forever, but it is Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly.

Some things are destined in the dark, even if you are reluctant, you can only passively bear them; Some fields are far apart, but for dreams or for livelihoods, they can only be set foot against their will; Some people don't want to lose in their hearts, but in this hurried pace in the world, who can accompany you to the end of your life, you can only let go unwillingly.

It's a person, who hasn't been hurt; It's the heart, who hasn't hurt...

Perhaps, when the injury is thorough, it will be let go thoroughly.

Time is moving, getting older, understanding more, seeing more, being less and less happy, I have to admit that time has changed a lot, a lot.

After a long time, Ah Lang turned his head to look at Qianyu, and said: "Sister Qian, you just need to keep in mind that no matter what kind of bad things will happen in the future, no matter who it will happen to, I, Gui Ah Lang, will do my best to protect you at all costs, and will never let anything happen to any of you." ”

Qianyu also looked at Ah Lang, nodded vigorously, hugged him tightly, and put his whole body up

Buried in Ah Lang's arms.

Ah Lang's brows were tightly locked, and in his mind, he couldn't help but think of the scenes that he knew and what would happen in the future, scene by scene, constantly tumbling and surging in his mind, it was so real, as if he was in the middle of the incident now. Ah Lang couldn't help but sigh, as if he wanted to pour out all the depression in his chest.

A breath that was extremely imperceptible to the naked eye slowly extended from Ah Lang's mouth to the sky of the night sky.

Immediately, a huge black hole with a radius of several zhang appeared in the night sky in the distance, and the wind roared angrily inside, faintly heard the miserable screams of beasts and unknown things, and the surrounding thick clouds were sucked in by the winds circling in the black hole.

Qian Yu hugged Ah Lang tightly and looked at the terrifying scene in front of her in horror......

Ah Lang then stretched out his left hand and gently wiped it towards the huge black hole in the distance......

In the clear blue night sky, the shining moon hangs high, countless stars are still bright and bright, and under the feet of Ah Lang and Qianyu, there are still dense and dense clouds, everything that happened just now seems to be just a nightmare that has not woken up.

The west chamber is full of sideburns and clouds, and the Nanpu warbler is intermittently heard. The willow leaves are wordless, and the pear blossoms are intended to be spring. Fuqin plays the soul of smoke and rain, how to pay tribute to the king when the song is solo? The bead curtain is lying down to listen to the rain, and the dragonfly is rolling up the red skirt at the movement.

The wind curtain is hidden in the green beads, and the song of the pipa butterfly loves the flowers. Fangrui ice muscles reflect each other, and the slanting sun and twilight grass are at the end of the world. Yujing apricot blossom rouge, light red and dark bronze mirror. Carved agarwood west window, half dew clouds and half veil.

The sky is high and the waves are quiet, a few sails are hanging, and the geese pass by and the sound of blue water ripples. The soul dreams of Qingxiao people are independent, and the silhouette does not sleep under the moon. Qingluan cries birds smoke on the shore, and the cold inkstone is cold. Who wants to turn it into a butterfly tide?

When people say goodbye, the empty pavilion is cold, who pities the strings and laughs at the spring breeze? The heart is still there, the love is loved, who holds the slender hand into the dream? The west window note, the wind and rain are the same, the red candle is sleepless, and the three more are cold and cold. Leaning on the curtain, the green silk is heavy, whose jade flute is flying in the dark?

The east wind is freehand and the mountains are charming, and the spring rain is crazy. The soul dreams still hear the warbler singing willows, and the idle clouds surround the mountains and purple swallows return. The shore is muddy and fragrant, and the mountains are green, and the country sound is a song that is shocking and drunk. The scroll is not finished, and the branches are full of buds.

The clouds drift between the willow shadows, and the Zen heart is bathed in the wind and pear flowers. Playing through the floating name condensed jade, no strings into the curve of the square feel shallow. The window of the bamboo house is on a rainy night, and the wonderful beads fall on the jade plate. The ink pen writes the bottom of the heart, and the red dust is sad from then on.

The first quarter moon, hook the past, reflect your face. Smile like a dream, draw a season, describe the love of the world, and leave you alone. Fanhua is heavy, unable to hide your shallow chuckle, caressing, the strings dance, and the green yarn floats. The imprint of the years, the constant thoughts, the slightest button, the eyes want to wear. Ten fingers with dew, falling on the ground slightly cool, fragrant and bright, waiting for the moment you look back......

Plain hands and slender wrists, a handful of moons, hands to hold memories, drink a cup of faint sorrow, who provoked the breeze drunk lily thin? Whose words in the wind wet my eyes. The dark fragrance brings my thoughts, and the end of the world is long. The pipa strings are lightly twisted, and the rhyme is left before the tune is formed. It's hard to find the old year's plain makeup, Shui Mo is light and silent, the slender shadow show, and the bright moon, waiting for you to return......

The snow floats on the shore lightly, but the clear waves are not frozen. The shadow of the building by the bridge hides the fog and twilight, and the fairy dance in the clouds is silver. The cold wind slanted and frightened the gulls, and the withered willows looked at the port. Chu Ke remembers the pink place, leaving a single fishing boat in vain.

Ten miles of smoke and waves, happy to hear the jade Xiaoting on both sides of the strait. The double pulp is full of many Chu guests, and the clouds return to the light ink around the xiajing. Near the water boat floating willow shore east, when the pavilion dance calls for the breeze. Invite the sky to drink a thousand autumns and get drunk, and the clear waves have leveled the mountains and quiet.

Unpowdered Dai Liran body, a few leaves gently write plain heart. Jin Rui is exclusive to the charm of spring, and the petals do not need to be set off with green. The soul of the flower under the moon makes the wind search, and the dancing accompaniment to the Yaoqin is played by the window. Dai color is embarrassing and shy, indifferent and vulgar.